It's late at night.

Everything is silent.

In the quiet street, a figure emerged. This person was the taxi driver from before. Hu Qingyang.

Chen Pifu actually guessed many things correctly, but he guessed one thing wrong, that is, the importance of the red elixir to Hu Qingyang, and Hu Qingyang's desire for it.

Hu Qingyang was an ordinary taxi driver three months ago, as a single father, the only wish is to hope that his woman can live a better life, for which he works from 9 to 5 every day, runs night shifts at night, and goes to the factory to do temporary work in the afternoon, this man who has been down-to-earth all his life and has never been crushed by the tired life, knelt there heavily, crying to death.

The police explained that the wound was not a new injury and obviously had nothing to do with the case, but it would be used as a clue to investigate, hoping that Hu Qingyang could patiently wait for the result.

I went to the police station again and again to ask questions, with anticipation again and again, and got despair again and again. Hu Qingyang finally began to hate his incompetence. Until one day, when Hu Qingyang, who was drunk, was about to swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills and end his desperate life, he accidentally discovered the secret of his daughter's hiding in the pillow. It was a few bottles of that red potion, and his intuition told him that this should be the culprit responsible for his daughter's death. So, after swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping pills and a bottle of red potion, he lay quietly on the bed, waiting for death to come.

After a long time, when Hu Qingyang couldn't stand the hunger and got up, he found that he seemed to have become different from before. Stronger, and even more incomprehensible information in his mind, yes, a desperate father, with his disappointment in this world, with the ability to awaken, returned to this world.

From that moment on, Hu Qingyang had only one thought, that is, blood debt and blood repayment.

Hu Qingyang's ability is somewhat special. He gave his ability a name, called Nightmare.

When fighting, he can release his aura to make the opponent feel afraid, and there is a short period of distraction, sluggishness, and the time of fear is related to his own strength and the strength of the opponent, but the number of times is limited.

This ability has an even greater use, as it allows people to fall into a deep sleep unwittingly when they are unsuspected, and then drag them into their inner dreams. This dream is the most fearful dream in the other person's heart. Hu Qingyang, on the other hand, can hide on the sidelines, watching quietly as a bystander, the other party faces the biggest fear in his heart in his dream, and then wails, begs for mercy, and finally collapses.

In the dream world, the biggest fear in the other party's heart will be summoned, and even under Hu Qingyang's ability, it will be greatly strengthened, if the other party is killed by his own fear, then Hu Qingyang's ability will be greatly improved, which is also one of the reasons why Hu Qingyang has grown to this day in just two months.

But with the improvement of his ability, Hu Qingyang seems to have become a little anxious, and from time to time there are thoughts of killing, but he has always been just an honest taxi driver, except for revenge, he has no thoughts of harming people, even when he learned that his daughter was taken to the boiling point by a male classmate to attend the classmate's birthday party, and finally went to destruction, he did not lose his mind, he found the male classmate, and after learning the information of his daughter's boyfriend Zhang Xuan from him, it only made the classmate scared a little dementia, and he is still in the hospital。

It wasn't until he killed Zhang Xuan that Hu Qingyang's inner desire to kill became more and more violent, and he found a lot of methods, but it didn't seem to have any effect, and finally found that the original red potion could relieve his emotions and improve his ability, which was why he cared so much about the red potion. The potion left by her daughter at the beginning has long been used up, and now the potion in Chen Pifu's hand is naturally extremely important to Hu Qingyang.

Hu Qingyang's ability, in fact, in a sense, should belong to a kind of spiritual system, which is very powerful, and at the same time has many limitations: the effective range of his ability can only be within thirty meters at present. Once he puts his opponent into a deep sleep and drags him into a dream, he can't move, he can only act as a bystander, and he must wait for the other party to be swallowed by the dream, and at that time Hu Qingyang can decide the life and death of the other party. For example, monkeys, who were almost burned to death when they were children who encountered a fire, have always been full of fear of fire in their hearts. So that day, when Hu Qingyang dragged the monkey into the dream, the monkey faced the fire in the sky, and the will of the whole person collapsed almost instantly. At this time, Hu Qingyang can choose to let the fire burn the monkey to death, or let him go, and when he returns to reality, the things in the dream will disappear, but the damage caused by the light still exists. This is also why Zhang Xuan is afraid of tigers and monkeys are afraid of fire, and after the last two died, there were no items related to tigers or fires at the scene.

Secondly, he can't drag an opponent who is stronger than himself into a dream. Moreover, he used this ability at most three times in a row for a period of time.

What makes Hu Qingyang most depressed is that his ability is uncontrollable, and the scene in the dream is completely determined by the deep fear in the other party's heart.

In fact, this point is actually wrong, and although death is terrible, it is only an abstract concept for many people. In contrast, after experiencing it in person, it is often more impressive. Many people have experienced terrible things before they have a deep fear of that thing, just as many people are more afraid of poverty than death. The martyrs who founded the country back then were not afraid of death, but of the ruin of the country and the destruction of their families. When Hu Qingyang was torturing his daughter's classmates, he met a strange person, that kid estimated that he had a shadow since he was a child, and what he was most afraid of was his mother stealing people, but that day, Hu Qingyang watched a full two-hour adult action movie, and his depressed mood at that time can be imagined.

Hu Qingyang looked up at the neon sign of the "Convenient Service Detective Agency" on the second floor. Took a deep breath.

Hu Qingyang gently went up the stairs and came to the second floor, and found that the iron door was not locked, well, it saved a lot of effort. I saw him take out a strangely shaped key from his pocket and easily open the wooden door inside. Sometimes, don't underestimate taxi drivers, they know people who are well-educated, and they often have their own connections and resources. This key was specially matched by Hu Qingyang to find an old locksmith.

Hu Qingyang looked back cautiously, and there was no one around. Then he gently pushed the door open, quickly flashed in, closed the door, and then looked back, and was startled.

Hu Qingyang saw a pig lying on the sofa, oh no...... Wait, it turned out to be a person.

……… Hu Qingyang took a light breath and carefully looked at the environment in the room. Although the room was pitch black, he, as an alien, could barely see clearly.

It's a big living room, and on a couch against the wall, there's a pig lying horizontally, oh no, it's a fat man lying horizontally, sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder, and his mouth is like a river.

Not far from it was a strong man sleeping on the floor, and there were two rooms inside, both with closed doors.

The number of people seems to be a little more than I imagined, I thought that after the person who used the fire left, this trip would be easier, but I didn't expect that there would be a fat man and a strong man. Hu Qingyang originally wanted to search, it would be best if he could find the potion, but now that he sees so many people, he is afraid that he will make a movement and alarm the other party, it seems that he can only use his ability, so let's find someone to ask first.

Hu Qingyang quietly sat down in a hidden corner of the door, a cloud of black smoke emanated from his body, condensed into a strange figure with teeth and claws in the air, and then floated towards the fat man Wang on the sofa.

"Nightmare!" Skill Activation......

A gorgeous restaurant appeared in Wang Fatzi's dream, only to see Wang Fatzi swaying, swaying into the restaurant, pushing open the door, there is a large table in the restaurant, the table is full of all kinds of delicacies, such as steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tails, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, sauce chicken.............

Hu Qingyang was a little stunned, the painting style was such a beautiful start, this was the first time he saw it, and he couldn't help but wonder, is this fat man afraid of the restaurant?

I saw that Wang Fatzi opened a bottle of red wine for himself, and wrapped a snow-white napkin around his neck, and then sat at the dining table and ate Meimei. The food is delicious and very pleasant.

Nani? Hu Qingyang couldn't help but wonder if his ability had suddenly failed, and the fat man's deepest fear was eating? Anorexia? It doesn't make sense, anorexia still eats fatter than a pig? It's not scientific.

Just when Hu Qingyang was still confused, a sudden change arose, and another big fat man suddenly rushed into the restaurant, sat directly opposite Wang Fatzi, and without saying a word, grabbed a hoof on the table, put it into his mouth fiercely, and bit it down. The oil burst out of the corner of his mouth in an instant.

"Don't, let go, let go!" Wang Fatzi suddenly panicked and shouted loudly.

But the fat man who came from behind didn't pay attention to it at all, and just buried his head in eating it.

At that moment, Wang Fatzi showed a look of fear on his face, his whole body began to tremble, and the fat on his body even began to twitch non-stop.

"Ah!" the fat man shouted, grabbed one of the hooves on the table, changed his previous slow and methodical way of eating, and began to gobble it up.

The restaurant was extremely quiet, except for the sound of two fat men chewing.

Oh, Hu Qingyang, who had been watching from the side, had a sudden realization at this time: it turned out that the most fearful thing about this fat man was that someone was robbing him of food. Hu Qingyang suddenly felt a little speechless, sure enough, the forest was big, and there were all kinds of birds. But that's fine, as long as Wang Fatzi's opponent eats this piece, completely defeats Wang Fatzi, makes him completely break down, or directly supports him to death, in this case, the battle will be over. Well, it's better not to die, from Hu Qingyang's heart, he doesn't like to kill, as long as Wang Fatzi has a nervous breakdown and asks about the whereabouts of the potion, tonight's goal will be achieved.

As a result, the two fat men in the restaurant entered the most cruel eating contest in history.

Ten minutes passed, and the two of them did not change, and the speed was still the same.

Half an hour passed, and the speed at which the two of them ate not only did not slow down, but became faster and faster.

……

An hour had passed, and a third of the thousands of dishes on the table had been eaten, and the fat man Wang still seemed to be in a brave state.

Hu Qingyang was a little shocked, this fat man's appetite is okay. Although in the dream, Wang Fatzi didn't really eat so much food, otherwise his stomach would have burst a long time ago, and these foods were all conjured up by Hu Qingyang with spiritual power, but the feeling of eating it was real, and the mental torture was also real. In this way, this fat man's appetite is really exaggerated.

When it was two hours, Hu Qingyang was completely shocked, Nima, is this fat man still a human being? Won't the stomach feel uncomfortable after eating at this rate for two hours?

When it was three hours, whether the fat man Wang could hold it or not, Hu Qingyang didn't know very well, the only thing he knew was that he would definitely not be able to hold it anymore, even if he ate like this, even if the spiritual power would not be absorbed by the other party, but to maintain such a dream, would it be good to consume a lot of spiritual power? According to the non-human appetite of this fat man, God knows how long he will eat, will he have to wait until dawn?

No, it can't be delayed, Hu Qingyang broke it off and quickly ended the dream.

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Wang Fatzi reluctantly turned over on the sofa, dreaming: "I still want to eat." ”

Hu Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the white flesh on the sofa, and couldn't wait to rush up, kicking his feet hard......

Hey, it's just such a thought, but it turned out to be more and more injured Hu Qingyang, and blood spurted out......

Hey, what a misstep for eternity!