Dream demon?
Li Zhiyuan put down the brush in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and turned his face to the right, looking at the dormitory balcony. Outside the window, the sun was bright.
He continued to look around the room, examining the furnishings, and finally looked up at the dormitory ceiling.
The mont he saw these two words, he was already thinking:
Am I in a dream right now?
Indeed, the young man knew that his reaction was rather overly sensitive.
But he understood even more that this ti, the opponent likely had such an ability.
Dream demon, this shouldn't be a na, but rather a title.
There are wrong nas, but rarely wrong nicknas.
Even ordinary Corpse Demons in the death phase possess the ability to beguile hearts, but Li Zhiyuan believed that what he was about to face was a completely different concept.
The fact that it alone can be called "dream" in the prefix is enough to illustrate its eeriness.
Next, he and his companions would likely often face such self-doubt: Am I dreaming?
Even now, Li Zhiyuan couldn't determine the specific environnt he was in.
There's no way, the amount of information currently known about it is still too little. Being selected by that hand to obstruct and destroy him is a testant to its power, and it is not excessive for him to be deeply vigilant of it.
However, he had an anchor point.
Because she couldn't be drawn into a dream, and few would dare to pull her into one.
But before confirming, there's still one thing he needs to do.
Just like before he went to Zhangjiajie the last ti, he needs to confirm if the river water would be prompted.
He didn't tell Liu Yui about this, taking the initiative in this unequal confrontation. His confidence ca from the rules of the river water.
With it, he could seize this chance for a counterattack and sever this hand.
Without it, he would have to tweak his strategies and choose a passive approach.
Li Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the painting that was almost complete.
Previously, the evil book prevented him from continuing to paint, indicating that the book feared once he finished, it would ignite. This was a sign in itself.
But I don't care what you think, I care about what I think.
In the gamble concerning the safety of the entire team, if you don't burn a little, my heart won't be at ease.
Li Zhiyuan rolled up his sleeves, bit through the tip of his tongue, drew his tongue-tip blood, and began to paint a curse from his forearm down to the back of his hand.
Then using black dog blood, he drew patterns on the brush.
Finally, focusing his mind, he wielded the patterned brush with the cursed arm, continuing to paint on the evil book.
The marks that couldn't appear before now erged; the young man aid to complete the image of the dream demon on the page.
And this ti, even the evil book couldn't stop it.
[You...]
The evil book seed entirely speechless and possibly hysterical.
Just a bit of blood sacrifice, even just a drop of fingertip blood, would be an extrely precious supplent to it at the mont.
Yet the young man stubbornly used precious tongue-tip blood to break its barriers, unwilling to give it a bit.
Clearly, he could use a cheaper cost for its aid, but the young man would rather pay over ten tis the extra cost to force himself into hard labor.
It understood.
It was precisely because it understood, it felt even more stifled.
Since its birth, most of its owners were toyed by the words and sentences within its pages, with only a few being able to maintain a slight clarity to seal and suppress it.
But ever since it fell into the young man's hands, it felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
The cold rationality of the young man was sothing it had never encountered.
It seed he had no emotions to exploit or use.
The love-hate, mutual guarding and use of evil creatures align with the enjoynt of so intelligent individuals.
But for Li Zhiyuan, such actions were extrely foolish and self-deceptive.
He directly pinched off the source: never trading with it.
On this basis, whatever value he could extract was pure gain without risk.
Not to ntion before, but ever since acquiring this evil book, how many lives had it claid? Those in the Mao family, especially that father and son, killed entwined in sches.
He's not in taphor with evil creatures, he's... eliminating evil to uphold the way.
The painting was complete, the dream demon was detailed.
"Bang!"
Flas leaped, and the book caught fire again.
Judging by the extent of destruction from last ti, it probably still wouldn't destroy it this ti; it was resilient, and after this, it should be able to burn at least twice more.
Without any wind, the burning pages flipped wildly.
As if silently roaring and shouting:
Between you and , who exactly is the true wicked creature?
Li Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
Confird, the river water could indeed be motivated.
This was equivalent to securing fifty percent.
This was an extrely inaccurate probability; it was only proving he now had the qualification to confront the unseen manipulator with a Dagger.
After the flas died out, Li Zhiyuan carefully rewrapped the evil book, fearing it would be broken, and this ti he wrapped it ticulously.
Not out of pity for it, but hoping this piece of charcoal could ignite two more tis, lighting his way.
Finished with this, Li Zhiyuan slung his backpack over his shoulder and left the dormitory.
He now needed to confirm if he was dreaming.
Li Zhiyuan first arrived at the affordable store and said to Lu Yi, who sat behind the counter:
"Lu Yi, brother."
Lu Yi imdiately felt an uncomfortable sensation, as if his back was numb and there was a block of ice beneath him, and he imdiately stood up with a "whoosh."
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