As the old saying goes, out of sight is pure, and the body of the King in Yellow was covered by me, and the Rat King's mood really calmed down quickly.

I was completely out of energy, so I closed my eyes and planned to take a nap.

When the Rat King saw that I was going to sleep, he quickly woke me up: "What should I do next?" ”

I squinted at him, "What to do?" ”

"What to do with those cultists, they're about to do something to Ymir right now!"

"The kings in yellow are dead, what are you afraid of those cultists? Now it's time for you to take the initiative and weed out the cultists, go to the little devil's bar and find my companions, and call Lilith again, and do it as soon as everyone is ready. ”

"That'...... The King in Yellow, did you really kill him? ”

"Didn't I kill it or did you kill it?"

"What about the people of the underworld, they ......"

I couldn't stand his chatter, so I sat up from the sofa with a snort: "No, you're not finished, I want to sleep for a while, is it so difficult!" Can you stop here, babbling, and get rid of the cultists! ”

The Rat King must still have countless questions in his heart, but for the sake of me killing the King of the Yellow Clothes, he doesn't dare to provoke me at all now, and seeing that I am a little angry, he doesn't dare to talk anymore and quickly leave the villa.

Just before he stepped out of the door, I called out to him, "Wait! ”

"What's the matter?"

"When purging cultists, we should move quickly and be small."

"Yes."

He quickly answered and slipped sideways out.

The moment he pushed the door open, I vaguely saw a figure creeping in the corner of the courtyard, and when I looked closely, I realized that it was a stain that had fallen to the ground.

It's me who is too careful.

As soon as the Rat King was gone, the room was completely quiet, and I could no longer bear the exhaustion, and soon fell into a deep sleep as I lay on the sofa.

In my deep sleep, I had a strange dream in which I sat with myself and played chess.

It was a large cage welded with iron bars, with a stone table in the center, and I sat on one side of the stone table, and another person with a chess piece in his hand, sitting opposite me.

At first, the light in the cage was dim, and I could only see his movements, his outline, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

Later, it seemed that the sun had risen, or someone had shone a searchlight into the cage, and I couldn't remember what was going on, but I remember that the cage suddenly became bright, and the person sitting opposite was also illuminated.

It was none other than myself.

He has the same facial features, divinity, and movements as mine, but he wears the robes of the King of Yellow.

When he slowly raised his head and stared at me, all the pieces on the chessboard turned into blood-soaked eyes, like human eyes, like fish eyes.

This is the end of the dream, and then the sleeping world is plunged into darkness again.

It is unlikely that a dream like this will be remembered when it is far from waking up, but when I woke up in a daze, most of the details of the dream were clearly remembered.

The wind was blowing open in the sewers, and the whimpering wind passed by my ears, stirring my nerves and making the couch covers and lampshades rattle.

I sat up with my body propped up, moved my limbs, and after such a sleep, my strength seemed to have almost recovered, but I still had to carefully recuperate for a while to completely heal the internal injuries on my body.

Then I glanced at the King in Yellow next to the couch, and the couch cover covering it was blown open, revealing most of its face.

The Rat King isn't there, so it doesn't hurt for him to show his face.

When I had almost come to my senses, I got up, closed the door of the house, cleaned up the broken cup of the rat king, and then went to the back room to get some water, and filled my stomach with plastic food in my backpack.

I don't know what's wrong, but when I'm doing these things, I always feel like something is wrong, so I deliberately glanced around several times, but I didn't find anything unusual.

At that time, I was very hungry, and I only felt that the strange feeling came from the outside world, but I didn't notice the abnormality in myself.

After all, the feeling of the front chest against the back was so uncomfortable that I couldn't feel anything other than hunger.

It wasn't until I had filled my stomach and drunk enough water that I realized where that strange feeling came from.

It's my fifth spiritual sense, and it's been opened!

It wasn't completely opened, it was just a gap.

If this spiritual sense is compared to a stone door weighing a thousand catties, right now, the gap between the two door panels is less than half a foot wide, and there is still a long way to go before it is fully opened.

I was suddenly nervous, and hurriedly used the technique of touching the bones to investigate the meridians around my body.

Since opening the fourth spiritual sense, I have never specially nourished the spiritual veins, and I have not even absorbed much yin material, but at this time, my meridians are completely nourished.

As long as the meridians are strong enough, even if the fifth spiritual sense is opened, it will not bring any side effects.

Unlike my master, who did not cultivate the spiritual veins to strengthen the spiritual sense, he was unable to raise his cultivation to the same level as his ancestor in his life.

But the key question is, how exactly does this spiritual sense open?

At this time, I remembered that strange dream again, the fifth spiritual consciousness was inexplicably opened, could it have any connection with that dream?

Also, when the Rat King left, he locked the door, but why was the wind in the sewer able to blow it open?

I stared at the door, my mind cloudy.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and my heart tightened, only to find that it was Lilith who pushed the door and entered.

Seeing her panicked look, I knew something must have happened: "What's wrong?" ”

Lilith beckoned to me anxiously, "Hurry up, you have to get back to the ground quickly, it's a big problem!" ”

I didn't dare to delay, and immediately got up and walked out of the house: "What the hell is going on?" ”

"The source of drinking water is polluted by cultists, and your wife says what's in the water...... Corpse gas, as long as the people in the sea market drink water, they will soon be corpses. ”

When I heard her say this, I realized why the dragon flies died in their tin room.

He is the guardian of the clear spring, and the cultists killed him just so that when they throw corpse poison into the water source in the future, they can be less restricted.

It is also possible that the dragon fly discovered the cultist's plan in advance, and it was destroyed.

The situation in the sea market is too complicated, and I can take care of the top ten, but after all, I have missed such a critical issue.

Now that I was talking nonsense, I hurriedly took a stealth step and ran as hard as I could towards the sewer exit.

Before leaving the courtyard, I forgot to take a look, and the figure in the corner of the courtyard was still there.