Chapter 154 The Hunting Ground

"It's no use, it's no use... I've already said it, can't we just sit down and communicate properly?"

On the top floor of the Longting International Hotel, Wen Yan was skillfully parrying the attacks of the man in front of him, but he was gradually losing ground.

Because in his field of vision, the man's movements were like afterimages and ghosts. The various fighting routines and moves he had learned in his spare time in his dreams were even difficult to defend against the opponent's wild punches.

The battle seemed to have reached the point where casualties were no longer a concern. Under Wang Xinran's control, a man carrying a chainsaw pulled the chainsaw and charged directly towards Wen Yan.

This time, Wen Yan didn't parry. He directly withstood the chainsaw's attack, letting it strike his chest, blood splattering everywhere. Wen Yan reached out and gently touched the other man's temple.

Instantly, the man holding the chainsaw froze on the spot, staring dumbfounded at the horrific scene before him. He released his grip, and the chainsaw fell to the ground. He reached up to touch his face, and upon seeing the blood, he let out a scream.

"Wang Xinran, this is what makes you different from us. You completely lack a sense of social morality. You can manipulate even ordinary people at will and order them to their deaths."

Wen Yan turned her head to look at Shen Xing's location and said, "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Wen Yan appeared completely at ease throughout, but he seemed to still be trying to communicate with the other party, as if he believed that as long as he could speak and communicate, he would have a chance to persuade the other party.

The man whose influence from the white worms had been neutralized had already turned and run away, but Wen Yan seemed to have no intention of stopping him from escaping. The world he dreamed of building was a paradise for ordinary people and a hell for criminals.

Therefore, he accepted the person who killed Li Ya in the manner of a criminal. Through dream exploration, he also learned that Li Ya did not commit suicide, but the dream could not detect anything unusual, which made it impossible for him to identify who the other party was.

That's why he wanted to talk to the other man. He believed that the man in front of him, wearing a riot helmet and resorting to violence, would understand his thoughts. Moreover, he was confident that he could achieve this.

As long as dreams can be projected onto reality, and a layer of dreams can overlap with reality, then anything is possible.

His body is the most powerful proof. From the moment he put on the wooden clock, dreams and reality overlapped, and his body had "ascended," fearless of pain and death.

At this moment, Wen Yan's body gradually collapsed, and he seemed to want to repair the hole that had been cut open in his chest.

"Eat the head on top."

Just then, the waitress's voice came from the doorway.

The man in the riot helmet seemed to hear the waitress's voice. He took a step forward, leaped over Wen Yan's dissipating body, and rushed towards the wall.

His body seemed to be glued to the wall, like a human gecko, and he quickly climbed up the wall. When he reached Wen Yan's head, he took off his helmet and opened his mouth wide.

The man's lips curled into a bizarre smile, and a torrent of black mycelium erupted, surging directly towards Wen Yan's head. Just then, a hand emerged from beneath the head, grabbing the man's neck and slamming him to the floor below. *Thump*

The man crashed heavily to the floor, and Wen Yan, now wearing the clock face again, knelt on top of him. With his left hand gripping the man's neck, he delivered a powerful punch with his right.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

After three punches, the surging fungal hyphae contracted in pain, and the man's face began to contort.

As Wen Yan continued to apply pressure with his left hand, the man he was holding vomited a photograph from his mouth. After the photograph was expelled, the man's face twisted and changed; a girl's face flashed briefly before transforming into the face of another, more refined-looking adult male.

The moment Wen Yan saw that face, the strength in his left hand loosened slightly.

"Shen Xing?" Wen Yan's tone carried a hint of surprise, but not a particular shock. It seemed that he had also witnessed this scene before, but he never expected it to actually happen in reality.

Rather than being surprised, Wen Yan now feels more appreciation.

He spoke as if in a sigh, "No wonder...no wonder every time in my dreams, the part where you're alive goes wrong...just like other anomalies."

"The riot is easy to understand. The only person we know of who could orchestrate such a large-scale movement is Wang Xinran... But what I didn't expect was you. You managed to stay hidden in the shadows, almost fooling even me..."

"If it's you, then the Li Ya family massacre case makes perfect sense... Heh heh, well done. I used to think you were even more old-fashioned than the old man, but now it seems..."

In the instant Wen Yan relaxed his grip, the doll's neck tore open, and mycelium directly climbed onto Wen Yan's left hand. Almost instantly, Wen Yan's flesh was devoured, and the wound was so deep that bone was visible.

The doll's action seemed to instantly displease Wen Yan.

He frowned, reached his right hand directly at the mycelium, grabbed the clump of mycelium, and was about to pull it out.

"Why can't you understand human language?..."

The doll let out a mournful cry, and just then, a gunshot rang out at the door.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Several bullets were fired at an angle, hitting Wen Yan's clock head and body. The bullets that hit his body spurted blood, while the bullets that hit his head passed directly through the clock in the wooden house and landed on the wall behind it.

That was fired by the waitress.

Then, the waitress paused for a moment, as if receiving some instructions. She then raised her hand, pointed the gun directly at the head on the wall, and fired the last three bullets from the chamber.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet struck the head directly, causing bursts of blood to erupt.

At this moment, Wen Yan seemed to lose his temper.

He yanked the mycelium straight out of Shen Xing's neck, then grabbed the clump of mycelium in his hand and charged toward the woman who was changing magazines.

"Bang"

The punch landed heavily on the woman's face, sending her flying against the wooden door behind her before collapsing to the ground. Then, he raised the clump of mycelium in his hand, slightly panting, and said, "Since you're unwilling... let's talk in our dreams." "You deserve that honor... Wang Xinran doesn't."

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the clump of mycelium, intending to stuff it into the black hole in the wooden house's clock face.

"rub!"

A flash of bright silver light appeared, and another man who had been hiding behind the door stepped forward. With a standard sword strike, he severed Wen Yan's hand. Further away, a man holding a DV camera pointed it at the slowly regenerating head on the wall and muttered something as if to himself.

"The head is regenerating, but very slowly; that head is a weak point."

"He has no way of predicting unusual actions; the weakness of predictive dreams is their unpredictability."

But the next second, Wen Yan rushed forward and bumped into the man who had been carrying the machete. In an instant, he reached the man with the DV camera at a speed that was beyond human comprehension and punched him hard in the forehead.

"Thump"

The DV camera fell from the man's hand, and the man was thrown backward and landed on the ground, his fate unknown.

Covered in wounds, Wen Yan looked at the black mycelium wrapped around his right hand, and finally revealed a somewhat manic and ferocious expression.

"Why can't any of you understand human language?"

"Wang Xinran, your abilities are completely countered by me... No matter how many people come, it won't make a difference."

He raised the hand holding the mycelium, looked back into the suite, and saw the ball-jointed doll lying on the ground. The mycelium in his hand seemed to gradually lose its strength to struggle.

No wonder they can't understand human speech.

Originally, he really thought that it was Shen Xing who had accomplished this.

But now it seems...

Shen Xing is probably really dead.

He is an oddity, disguised as Shen Xing.

For some reason, Wen Yan even felt a sense of relief.