Gu Feng's figure walking towards the staircase paused slightly, but he didn't turn around. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What do you mean?"

"Heh~"

A's corpse had disappeared, and in its place, there was a pure black wooden chair, and a young man who looked not far from Gu Feng was leaning on the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, with an inexplicable smile on his face, looking at Gu Feng's back and saying.

"Nature is literal, you ...... Not an ordinary human, but ......"

The young man paused slightly.

“…… It's not your average Onmyoji. ”

Gu Feng turned to the side slightly, his eyes not staring at the young man who was staring at him.

The young man was dressed very close to A, a plain black suit, white shirt, and black tie, except that he did not wear a magician's top hat and a strange mask on his head.

Not only the clothes, but even the skin is just as sickly pale, and the blood vessels under the skin are looming.

"Are you a dream tapir or a dream demon?"

Instead of paying attention to the provocative words of the youth, he asked himself.

"Neither, why would you think I'm one of those two little characters?"

Although the pronunciation of the two words was the same, the young man seemed to hear the meaning of the ancient style, and replied with a smile on his face.

"I'm ......"

Gu Feng turned completely and looked squarely at the speaker, waiting for his next words.

The young man, with a smile on his face, was dyed with a hint of arrogance, and his tone revealed the spirit of pointing the country.

“…… Nightmare. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Gu Feng's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

There has always been a saying among the folk that there are nine demons and one nightmare, which cannot be simply understood as the ferocity of the nine demons can be compared to one nightmare. Ancient clouds have clouds, nine is the ultimate number, the existence of nightmare cannot be compared with the gap in the amount of magic, the qualitative gap is not a simple quantity can be crossed.

Demons, when people die, they are in a state of great anger, hatred and fear, and after death, resentment persists, some of which are resentful can become powerful ghosts, while others can turn into demons. However, the conditions for the formation of a nightmare can be said to be extremely harsh, and only a place where the plague is thousands of miles away and the resentment is high for tens or even hundreds of years can a nightmare be born.

Nightmares, which only exist in legends, are at the same level as the Dry Fish that is born in the Chili Red Land, and its power is self-evident.

"I know what you're thinking, do you think if I'm a nightmare, this kind of dream is too small?"

The different colors that flashed in the eyes of Gu Feng did not escape the eyes of the young man who claimed to be a nightmare.

"In fact, I could have created a dream the size of a city if I wanted to, and I didn't do it because I didn't have to."

When he said this, Nightmare also glanced at Gu Feng, only to find that this guy actually nodded thoughtfully, looking like you were reasonable.

Also, this guy has always pursued the principle of resolutely not doing the bad things that can not be done, and the broken things that have to be done are simple.

Nightmare's eyebrows jumped, and he said in his heart: What's the matter with this guy, generally speaking, I would think I'm pulling tiger skin as a coat, this expression doesn't look like such a thing, this product is believed? I'm going to go through a little more tongue and show my hands to prove my identity, are you really good at this? Although I saved myself a lot of trouble, this is not what I imagined, give me a chance to pretend to be cool!

Nightmare was stunned, and after a few seconds, under the gaze of Gu Feng's foolish gaze, he finally remembered what was going on, and his gaze moved from Gu Feng's head to Gu Feng's injured abdomen. The antique belly can be clearly seen through the torn black shirt, but ...... The wound that should have existed was gone at this time, not to mention the scar, not even a trace or bloodstain, which made people think that he had not been injured at all.

However, Gu Feng was indeed cut in the abdomen with a sickle.

What's going on?

Nightmare wondered in his heart, even if he used a healing spell, there should be a scar on the wound that healed. Could it be that he was mistaken, he wasn't injured at all just now? It was impossible, in this space that belonged to his own master, it was impossible for him to make such a big mistake, and if there was a fluctuation in spiritual power in this space, it would be impossible for him not to notice it.

In other words, the injury that Gu Feng Fang had just received was real, but this onmyoji who had lost his spiritual ability did not use any spells, nor did he have the ability to use it, so why did his injuries recover, and he did not leave any traces, it was like ......

Nightmare stared at the latter as if she wanted to see through the ancient style.

…… It's the same to turn back the clock.

"I'm curious, what is the truth about the black power that suddenly appeared on your body just now?"

“……”

Gu Feng's expression froze when he heard Nightmare's words, and he didn't answer, but Nightmare didn't listen to the words because of Gu Feng's unkind eyes.

"My ability to strip the soul of a human being and transfer it to the dream space I created, the strength of the soul of the Onmyoji is already stronger than that of ordinary people, and even more so is you who strengthen the physical body on the basis of the unity of the spirit and body, so you can show extraordinary strength in this space."

"Although the Onmyoji will be subject to many restrictions in this space, it is not impossible to cast spells, if you are just an ordinary Onmyoji, then I will not be surprised by your performance that has clearly transcended the physical level just now. But...... I've discovered since I brought you to this dimension that while you're barely an Onmyoji, the intermittent circuits in your body are no longer able to allow you to cast any spells. ”

Nightmare stared at Gu Feng who didn't say a word, trying to see something in his eyes, but at this moment, Gu Feng's eyes were like frozen lake water, cold but without a trace of fluctuation, quietly looking back at Nightmare.

"Take a few steps back, if you were using psychic powers, I might just put it down to you leaving some behind, but ......"

Nightmare paused, a playful smile on his face, his gaze staring at Gu Feng sharpened, and he used an interrogation-like tone.

"That kind of ...... Color...... That...... Evil...... Is that kind of power really something that should appear in the Onmyoji? ”

After all, Gu Feng still disappointed the nightmare who wanted to see the truth in his eyes, and during the whole process of the nightmare's speech, his eyes did not change in the slightest, just pure coldness.

When the nightmare's words fell, the ice in Gu Feng's eyes gradually melted, revealing something hidden underneath that was even colder than ice—killing intent.

Taking a step forward, an ordinary step, when the sound of the ancient wind footsteps reached Nightmare's ears, the smile on Nightmare's face suddenly froze, and a very strange feeling filled his heart—uneasy. It was a feeling that Nightmare had never experienced before, but at this moment, the word appeared in his mind.

There was no psychic ability, and there was no coercion, but in the face of such a young man who had just been toyed with by himself and was walking towards him at the moment, Nightmare couldn't understand why he had such strange emotions.

However, in the next second, Gu Feng's figure suddenly disappeared from this space.

Nightmares at this scene opened their mouths wide, and a look of astonishment filled his pale face, and at the same time, fear began to spread at the touch of fear......

Gu Feng opened his eyes, straightened up, and quickly scanned the surroundings with a hint of doubt, taking in the surrounding scene.

Yamato Aikawa, Keiji Fujisaki, Bontaro Izumi, and Rena Kuriyama were chatting happily around a lantern placed on the ground, and the atmosphere could be described as joyful.

Gu Feng pricked up his ears and listened for a few seconds, and then completely lost interest. According to the few keywords that came out when they spoke, Gu Feng, who was not a local, could probably tell that they were talking about some kind of urban weirdness like a rift girl.

Pulling the strap of the backpack, Gu Feng, who was carrying the backpack, leaned back against the wall, clasped his hands behind his head, and began to organize the information.

In that game of 100 Monogatari, Yamato Aikawa is telling a story about a dream tapir, and Gu Feng also unknowingly entered the dream after listening to this story.

But the habit of the dream tapir is just a nightmare that devours humans, and it does not have the ability to create dreams, so Gu Feng will guess that the other party is a dream demon with the ability to create dreams, however, Gu Feng will not really believe that the other party is a nightmare based on the other party's words.

He didn't think the young man who claimed to be a nightmare was lying, but he didn't think that a nightmare would be in such a place.

What his identity is is not a question that must be investigated, but what exactly is his purpose? Also, why did I suddenly come back from there?

Judging from the performance, he still has unfinished words, and he shouldn't be afraid of me, a half-crippled onmyoji, he has no reason to send me out, so ......

Suddenly, Gu Feng interrupted his thoughts, because he felt a hint of disobedience, and looked in the direction where the people had gathered again.

The number of people is wrong!