Chapter 90: Crying Nightmare

Chapter 90: Crying Nightmare



A whistle abruptly pierced the air, its source drawing closer.

The Fang-faced Man turned his head towards the sound.

Upon seeing a human, his eyes immediately gleamed with malice.

The Fang-faced Man brandished his sharp claws, gripping a fang mace tightly.

The long-handled fang mace, constructed from pure energy, appeared to be a stone artifact.

Not only was it covered in spikes, but it also bore numerous cracks.

Such a crudely made weapon could easily deceive one into underestimating its strength, assuming it would shatter with a single strike.

However, this was not the case!

The Fang-faced Man's appearance was coarse, but his mind was cunning and treacherous.

This seemingly fragile fang mace was one of his deceptive tactics to fool his enemies.

"Huh?" Lu Ran raised his eyebrows slightly behind the window.

It wasn't the Fang-faced Man that caught his attention, but the charging Moon Gazer.

Under the dim yellow streetlights of the neighborhood, a figure wielding dual blades dashed past.

On such a cold and rainy night, this man was bare-chested?

He was a middle-aged man with a rugged face and an intimidating aura.

The red handkerchief wrapped around his head clearly identified his affiliation.

The icy rain drenched his muscular body, with water droplets flowing over his bulging muscles.

"Wow," Lu Ran muttered.

Indeed, the Red Turban Believer had a powerful visual impact, making battle cries unnecessary.

His mere presence was enough to create a stunning effect.

"Sigh!" The Fang-faced Man let out a low roar, throwing his head back.

The tattered straw hat on his head instantly lifted a curtain of water droplets.

Over ten meters away, two long fangs abruptly appeared, rising from below and viciously stabbing towards an upward angle.

"Hmph!" The bare-chested man showed no intention of dodging and continued his charge.

His dual blades slashed horizontally, and a red glow suddenly appeared on the blades.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The sharp fangs were not severed but were pushed aside by the horizontal slashes of the blades.

"Ha!" The bare-chested man stomped his foot and leaped forward, slashing his blades at the Fang-faced Man.

The Fang-faced Man raised his fang mace to block the attack.

As the blades and mace collided, cracks on the fang mace began to glow.

"Crack!"

The fang mace didn't shatter, but a crisp cracking sound echoed.

Dense energy exploded, and surprisingly, a pile of shattered stones mixed in, splattering everywhere.

Lu Ran instinctively dodged and covered his face.

However, he didn't wait for the stones to shatter the window.

The sound of shattering continued, but none of the stones fell onto the residential building.

Lu Ran was filled with worry and quickly moved away from the window, looking outside.

He saw that the bare-chested man's body was already wrapped in streams of water.

This was the common divine technique of human believers—the Water Armor.

During his time in the River Realm, Lu Ran could also release divine energy and possess this technique.

The shattered stones from the explosion didn't take the bare-chested man's life.

They didn't even reach the residential building.

Because a red flag stood on the neighborhood's lawn.

A pale red dome expanded first, blocking the blast of energy and shattered stones within the area.

Red Turban Divine Art - Red Turban Domain!

The Red Turban Believers had a saying:

"When I raise this flag, only one of us will walk out of here alive!"

To this, the Fang-faced Man responded: "Nonsense!"

"Sigh!" The Fang-faced Man roared, looking up at the sky.

In an instant, a demon wind rose!

Countless fine stone fragments appeared in the sky and swept towards them, scattering in all directions.

Demonic Art - Shattered Rocks!

"River Realm, Fang-faced Man, above the third stage, needs support!" The bare-chested man retreated several steps and shouted sternly.

His face was rigid, and the scattering stones disrupted his divine energy.

The red flag lost the energy supply of its caster and quietly dissipated.

Not only that, but the water armor on the bare-chested man's body also became thinner, as if it might disappear at any moment!

"Hehe~" The Fang-faced Man laughed sinisterly.

Suddenly, a phantom face outline spread from his face, transforming into a huge face.

The face was green with fangs, incredibly terrifying!

Demonic Art - Fang Face!

This technique could induce fear in others, far more potent than the Divine Sheep Sect's Divine Eye Technique.

Lu Ran's Divine Eye Technique could only amplify the fear in his opponent's heart.

Moreover, he had to look directly into the target's eyes.

The Fang-faced Man, however, didn't need these prerequisites; he could directly instill fear in his target.

"Gulp," Lu Ran swallowed.

From his viewing angle, he saw the side of the giant fang face.

Even so, Lu Ran's heart was filled with unease.

"Ha!" A sudden battle cry helped Lu Ran shake off his fear.

"Don't stand by the window!" The bare-chested man roared angrily, "Turn off the lights, draw the curtains, and hide!"

"Sigh!"

The Fang-faced Man charged forward, swinging his fang mace towards the bare-chested man.

The bare-chested man quickly sidestepped, and a red glow appeared on his single blade as he slashed upwards.

It was evident that under the interference of the demon wind and shattered stones, the Red Turban Believer could only display a portion of his divine technique.

"Screech—"

The blade, coated in red light, directly slashed through the Fang-faced Man's raincoat.

A stream of blood spurted from the Fang-faced Man's body, splattering into the night sky.

At the same time, the Fang-faced Man's fang mace struck the ground again, shattering once more.

The bare-chested man's water armor exploded, and his entire body flew backward.

The Red Turban Believer was truly tough!

Even when controlled, he didn't retreat a single step.

This pure exchange of injuries and lives, this life-risking combat style,

explained why the death rate of Red Turban Believers remained high throughout the year.

"Chen Jing, you son of a bitch, get the hell out of here!" The roar echoed through the night sky.

A blood-red figure descended from above, clad in a blood-red battle robe, with one hand reaching out.

A blood-red chain immediately bound the Fang-faced Man's arm that held the fang mace.

Clearly, the newcomer was a Demon Confiner Believer.

"Sigh!" The Fang-faced Man roared in anger, trying to tear off the chain on his arm.

But to his surprise, thorns grew on the blood-red chain, piercing his arm.

"Ahhhh!" The Fang-faced Man screamed in agony as his arm was punctured with hole after hole.

In pain, the fang mace in its clawed hand dropped to the ground.

"Spit!" The naked, muscular man named Chen Jing spat out a mouthful of blood.

As he lay on the grass, he kicked the ground and pounced towards the Fang-faced Man!

"Chen Jing!" The Demon Confiner Believer quickly flew down and shouted to stop him.

Simultaneously, he whipped out an iron chain, intending to strangle the Fang-faced Man's neck, but it was blocked by the Fang-faced Man's other arm.

"Huff~"

The Fang-faced Man sensed the approaching enemy, and his body trembled with energy.

"Die!" Chen Jing's double blades slashed towards the Fang-faced Man.

In a critical moment, the Fang-faced Man's body stiffened, as if petrified.

The blades fell, striking a hard stone statue, emitting a crisp sound.

The powerful rebound numbed Chen Jing's grip.

His hands were shaken off, leaving him wide open!

At the same time, the "petrified" Fang-faced Man returned to normal.

"Hehe~" Gazing at the enemy within arm's reach, its pair of green eyes revealed murderous intent! Its arms were bound, but its head could still lunge forward.

Chen Jing glared, and as he leaned back to dodge, he watched as the Fang-faced Man raised a pair of long fangs.

"Baa~~"

A sheep's bleat suddenly rose! It came from a household on the first floor, through a slightly open window.

"Hmm?"

The Fang-faced Man, who was about to lunge forward, suddenly turned its head towards the right rear.

Behind the window, Lu Ran held Little Li Hua down on the windowsill, allowing her to struggle frantically.

His slanted pupils were lifeless, and as he gazed at the Fang-faced Man from afar, he spoke again:

"Baa."

"Tsk—"

The blade's edge glowed red, and Chen Jing's double blades slashed horizontally, cutting across the Fang-faced Man's neck.

A head wearing a straw hat flew high, spraying blood.

"Pfft~"

Before the head hit the ground, it shattered along with the headless corpse, turning into thick mist.

The blood mixed with the rain also turned into wisps of mist.

It was like an unreal nightmare.

"Kid!" Chen Jing looked towards the first-floor residence, seeing the figure standing behind the window, "Didn't I tell you to close the curtains and hide?"

Lu Ran didn't pay attention to him but softly called out, "Baa~"

This time, it wasn't the Wail of Despair but the genuine Compassionate Sound.

The struggling Little Li Hua in his arms immediately calmed down, her hunting instincts dissipating.

"Sorry." Lu Ran picked up Little Li Hua again.

He imitated Jiang Ruyi's actions, gently kissing the fluffy little head of the cat.

But his gaze remained fixed on the Red Turban Believer, Chen Jing.

To be precise, he was looking at a wraith slowly drifting towards him.

"Sigh!"

"Sigh!!!" The Fang-faced Man's wraith struggled fiercely.

Perhaps because it died too quickly, it wasn't in pain, but it was more angry and unwilling.

However, no matter how unwilling it was, it could only obediently drift towards Lu Ran.

Lu Ran's gloomy eyes carried infinite suction, forcibly drawing the struggling wraith into his pupils.

"Meow~" Little Li Hua whimpered softly.

Although her eyes were covered by Lu Ran, she continued to wriggle in his embrace, exposing her belly.

"Kid, if you don't listen, I'll have to deduct your points!" Chen Jing walked over.

Lu Ran's cold, slanted pupils seemed to have no effect on the valiant Red Turban Believer.

Lu Ran said, "Uncle, follow my command. Don't be so reckless next time."

"Huh?" These words left Chen Jing dumbfounded.

"Also," Lu Ran slowly closed the window with one hand, a smile on his face, "you're welcome."

"What the hell?" Chen Jing was completely confused.

Not only had he been "educated," but this kid was so cool?

The Demon Confiner Believer coldly hummed, "In his thirties, and he lives worse than a child."

Chen Jing didn't respond but strode forward, "No way, I need to know his name!"

"Whoosh~~~"

In the night sky, the sound of fluttering robes echoed, drawing closer.

Two Moon Gazers looked up, their faces alert, gazing at the night sky.

They saw a tall, slender figure in a yellow raincoat rushing towards the first-floor residence.

"Ms. Deng?" The Demon Confiner Believer seemed to recognize the newcomer.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that the Moon Gazers in Rain Alley City knew the superior official sent by the Divine Citizen Bureau of Yunshan City.

Deng Yuxiang didn't pay attention to the two but landed heavily in front of the first-floor window, looking disheveled and pale.

"Slap!"

Inside the house, Lu Ran abruptly turned his head.

He saw a slender, fair palm pressing against the window.

A familiar voice called out, "Lu Ran!"

"Sister Yuxiang?" Lu Ran immediately turned and opened the window.

A cold palm reached out and touched Lu Ran's head.

Deng Yuxiang lifted her wet face, her eyes red, and her voice trembled slightly, "Help me!"

There will be another chapter at 10 PM.

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