Yan Kui, who was one meter nine, was on all fours at this time, making an earth-shattering snoring sound, unaware that there was a spirit staring at him in the void, with a ruthless sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"When people are sleeping, it is the time when the soul is the most confused and weak, and it is most easy to be dreamed by the soul and suppressed by nightmares. Last time, Xu Jiabao was a master like a cloud and heavily guarded, and Xu Yuanbiao's masculine qi and blood were obviously much stronger than this Yan Kui, and I had just learned the art of the divine soul, so I didn't dare to make any extraneous branches, and directly took his life with a flying needle. In the past few months, I have been cultivating day and night, and the art of the divine soul has become more and more sophisticated, and this Yama Gang is only a small sect, most of them are ordinary people who do not have much force and blood, but there is nothing to scruple about. ”

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"Give me my life! Give me my life! Yan Kui suddenly heard a terrifying scream from far and near.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Yan Kui opened his eyes suddenly, and then he saw sticky blood gushing in the crack in the door, and in the crack in the window.

Blood poured in, quickly spreading across the floor of the room and up the foot of the bed.

"Someone! Come on! Yan Kui screamed in horror as he got up from the bed, jumped suddenly, and slammed the window open.

Yan Kui had just slammed into the window when he was so frightened that his soul was about to fly.

I saw that the courtyard was also covered with blood, and the blood kept bubbling on the ground, gradually turning into a bloody person with blood flowing from all seven orifices and an extremely hideous and terrifying face.

"Give me my life! Give me my life! One by one, the bloody men crawled towards Yan Kui waving their bloody claws that were constantly dripping with blood.

"Someone! Come on! Yan Kui shouted as he stepped back.

The roar echoed through the courtyard, but the surrounding houses were dead silent, and there was not a trace of movement.

"No, it's a dream, it must be a dream! I'm going to wake up, wake up! "Yan Kui is the leader of a gang after all, and he has gone through some storms in his life, and he quickly realized that something was wrong, and he kept struggling and shouting in his heart.

But even though he knew that it was a dream and a fake, he just couldn't wake up, as if he had been suppressed by a nightmare, and the terrifying scenes around him continued to rush towards him, and his ears still reverberated with a terrible scream.

Helplessness, panic, spread in Yan Kui's heart!

He had had a lot of nightmares before, but as long as he realized that it was a nightmare, he could usually get rid of the nightmare quickly and wake up from the dream, but today it was all in vain, and this nightmare was so real and terrifying, that he was awake in his sleep for a moment, and then fell back into the nightmare of endless horror.

Yan Kui saw the bloody hand reach into his chest and pull out his heart, and he saw that his pores were bleeding again.

"Don't! Spare your life! Yan Kui cried.

"Yan Kui, see who I am?" In the void, a man suddenly appeared, sitting cross-legged with a dazzling circle of light behind his head.

"Qin Ziling! You, how did you end up here? Yan Kui exclaimed in surprise when he saw Qin Ziling.

"Presumptuous! Don't kneel yet! As soon as Yan Kui spoke, two divine generals wearing golden armor and holding swords and halberds appeared behind Qin Ziling, their eyes wide and majestic.

"This is a dream, why should Lao Tzu kneel!" Yan Kui, who was asleep, suddenly realized that this was a dream again, and yelled in the dream.

"Presumptuous!" The two gods shouted angrily again, and each stretched out a hand, and the palm of the hand was shining with golden light, constantly magnifying, and falling from the sky with an incomparably heavy majesty, one left and one right, and at once suppressed Yan Kui to the ground.

Yan Kui felt that the bones in his body were about to fall apart, and he couldn't move at all, and even more great majesty was constantly released from the two golden palms, which made him feel so broken that he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, and hurriedly shouted: "The gods spare their lives, spare their lives!" ”

"I asked you something, and you answered truthfully, otherwise you will be tempered in this blood prison for eternity and eternity." Qin Ziling opened his mouth, and his voice in the dream was extremely majestic, as if the heavens had opened his mouth.

"Yes, yes, the little one must answer truthfully." Yan Kui kowtowed repeatedly.

Qin Ziling waited for Yan Kui to stop kowtowing, and then asked some questions.

Yan Kui has done bad things over the years, who are the backbone accomplices in the gang, where the money is placed, and why he is specifically targeting the "Huayun" gouache and rouge shop, etc., all gave truthful answers.

"It's crazy! If you don't kill you, I'm sorry for the people you killed! After Qin Ziling heard this, his heart surged with murderous intent, and he smiled coldly, and in the dark night, a cold light swept across Yan Kui's neck like lightning.

Blood suddenly shot out from Yan Kui's neck, and Yan Kui finally woke up, covering his neck with his hands and trying to make a sound, but his trachea was also cut, and he didn't make any other sound except for the sound of "whirring" and blowing the wind.

Blood poured out from between his fingers, staining the bed red.

Soon, Yan Kui's eyes widened and he didn't move.

"Yan Kui has almost gotten rid of the nightmare suppression several times, it seems that with my current divine soul cultivation, it is not a big problem to suppress the cowhide level in the dream, but it should still be more difficult to change to the iron level or someone with a particularly firm consciousness." In the void, Qin Ziling's spirit stared at Yan Kui thoughtfully for a moment, then turned into a gust of yin wind and left Yan Kui's room with his blade rolled.

After leaving Yan Kui's room, Qin Ziling's divine soul curled the blade, and he quickly probed from room to room without noticing.

In some rooms, he would come out as soon as he entered, and in other rooms he would drive the blade to cut the neck of the sleeping man, and then the room would soon be filled with blood.

These people who were killed by him who cut their throats were all the people Yan Kui had confessed before, and these people were not only the backbone of the Yama Gang, but also all of them had human lives in their hands.

The reason why Qin Ziling was able to know these people was because when Yan Kui answered a question in a dream, pictures would automatically appear in his mind, and these pictures could also be seen by Qin Ziling, who was in a dream.

"It's a pity that there are still three who are not in the lair, and now only Yi Xuan, the dog-headed military master, is left." Qin Ziling's spirit floated into Yi Xuan's room.

Soon, Yi Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed lightly, put on his clothes, put a thin blade in his clothes pocket, and then took down a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

Then Yi Xuan reached in and took out a money bag.

The money bag opened with some silver tickets, some gold leaves and jewelry.

After Yi Xuan took out the money bag, he quickly left the house and went to Yan Kui's room lightly.