Wu Pifu strode towards the nunnery. Halfway there, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and then his entire body began to dart forward madly.
In the pitch-black night, red light actually appeared!
This was ancient times; the dynasty was yet to be confirmed, but it was definitely impossible to have electricity or lights. Moreover, this was not some ancient super City, so it was naturally impossible to have such a strong light source at night...
Is it on fire!?
Or is it...
Wu Pifu's face turned ugly, and he sped up, darting towards the nunnery.
By the time he reached a hundred meters outside the nunnery's main gate, Wu Pifu's face was already incredibly ashen.
This light was firelight, but also blood light, and even the malevolent aura of a Nightmare.
That's right, that Level Two Nightmare followed closely. Even after arriving in the World of Baseline Reality 0.7, although its power was greatly reduced, it was still a profound Nightmare terror to Mortals. If it was also hiding within this nunnery, not far from him, then when it erupted, the entire nunnery would immediately become a slaughterhouse!
What did this Level Two Nightmare transform into?
As a Level Two Nightmare from Baseline Reality 0.8, upon arriving in the World of Baseline Reality 0.7, it would weaken due to the dilution of the bizarre. Moreover, it must find its anchor in this World, perhaps a tree, a stone, a corpse, or a fox, anchoring itself to the item that is closest to its original attribute.
Wu Pifu was certain this Level Two Nightmare must have anchored itself in this nunnery!
The problem now was, what should he do!?
This was a Nightmare, and a Level Two Nightmare at that! Even though it was weakened by the difference in World levels, it was not something he could currently contend with!
But... but!
Wu Pifu's rationality kept telling him to run, to run as far away as possible.
In a Dream World, as long as one doesn't die, even without establishing a Sanctuary, one can locate the Mainframe after staying for five days and have the Mainframe bring him back to reality. He had already been in this World for three days; he just needed to endure two more days to return...
He was missing an arm, and his body was weak from lack of food. He might be able to show off against ordinary people, but facing a Nightmare...
Rationality told him that rushing in meant certain death, and a terribly tragic one at that. His body and even his consciousness might not find release.
But... but!
That Little Mute had saved his life!
That tear that fell from her not-so-good-looking face...
"Ah... ah!!"
Wu Pifu roared, stomped his foot hard, and lowered his body, rushing into the nunnery.
Upon rushing into the nunnery's square, the first thing he saw was a tall, dark, muscular man about two meters tall.
This muscular man had dark skin and knotted muscles, with many cracked marks on his skin, as if his body had grown taller in a short time and stretched his skin, revealing a large amount of the underlying muscle texture.
The most terrifying thing was that this muscular man actually had horns on his head! Although they were only half an inch long, they were undoubtedly keratin!
This muscular man looked like a Yaksha from mythology!
At this moment, many buildings in the nunnery were set ablaze, with blood and severed limbs scattered everywhere. On the platform in front of the main hall, a pile of corpses mixed with a few living people were skinned and piled up by this Yaksha-like muscular man. Wu Pifu did not know if the Little Mute was dead, or if she had been skinned alive and stuffed into the pile of people.
The Yaksha muscular man was holding a still-struggling body in his hand. Hearing the movement behind him, he slowly turned his head, his hands not stopping their work, actually tearing open the skin of the body alive.
The Yaksha muscular man surprisingly spoke in a cultured manner: "This humble one must thank you, Fellow Daoist."
Wu Pifu did not speak, merely stood his ground, his single hand forming a claw pointed forward.
The Yaksha muscular man continued: "This humble one has long heard that the martial world contains various existences such as strange monsters, Buddhas, and immortality, but it was only hearsay, never seen with my own eyes. I never expected to obtain such a great Opportunity thanks to Fellow Daoist, hahahaha. Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, this humble one will carefully peel off your skin to mold a good Physical Body for My Buddha, My Ancestor!"
Wu Pifu looked at the tragic state of the nunnery, the human slaughterhouse on site. His eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he only asked coldly: "Among the people you killed, was there a small, thin, silent mute?"
The Yaksha muscular man scratched the small horns on his head, opened his mouth, and burst into loud laughter: "They are all here, they are everywhere."
Wu Pifu stopped talking, just staring intently at the Yaksha muscular man, his feet shifting little by little to slowly adjust his striking position.
The Yaksha muscular man, however, paid no mind, laughing loudly as he strode towards Wu Pifu, his hands reaching out.
This posture lacked any technique, but the Yaksha muscular man was at least a head taller than Wu Pifu, and his body was more than a circle larger. His height of over two meters made him look like a bear, and the reach of his arms exceeded Wu Pifu's arm length. This didn't require any technique; it was simply physical crushing... if it were against an ordinary person.
But Wu Pifu was not an ordinary person; he was someone who had cultivated National Arts!
Seeing the Yaksha muscular man rapidly approaching, with his arms spread out ready to crush him directly, Wu Pifu suddenly kicked up with one foot, sending sand and stones from the ground towards the Yaksha muscular man's face.
The Yaksha muscular man instinctively used his arm to block, his eyes squinting for an instant. In this flash of lightning, Wu Pifu lowered his body, and his entire being shot out five meters like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey. In the blink of an eye, he darted to the side of the Yaksha muscular man, his single claw digging into the Yaksha muscular man's armpit. Without looking at the result of the grab, he immediately followed his shadow, circling behind the Yaksha muscular man from the side near his eye.
The Yaksha muscular man immediately instinctively looked towards Wu Pifu, but he only saw the back of Wu Pifu's figure. The blind spot in his peripheral vision meant he lost his attack target instantly. Immediately after, a tearing sensation came from the side of his back. The Yaksha muscular man immediately twisted his head to look behind him and to the side, but his body was still facing the position it was in when facing Wu Pifu just moments ago.
The moment the Yaksha muscular man's head turned, a black shadow appeared on his retina. Then, with a soft 'pop', one of his eyeballs and half of his face were clawed and scraped away, directly torn apart. Seeing this claw retract and then strike downwards again, it was aimed directly at his throat and trachea!
"Ah!"
The Yaksha muscular man roared. The surface of his skin began to show terrifying greenish-black, and his body actually swelled up another size, his speed becoming incredibly fast. As his arms twisted, they bent and struck the incoming claw. With another crisp 'crack', this Move, the tiger claw to the heart, was interrupted, and even the entire hand bone directly split open.
Wu Pifu immediately retreated three or four meters away. The severe pain in his hand made his entire body tremble. Looking closely now, his hand was twisted like a pretzel, and bone fragments were even piercing through the skin at the wrist. It was clear his entire hand had suffered a comminuted fracture.
And the Yaksha muscular man was not much better. Half of his face was clawed away, one eyeball and its socket were torn empty, his entire face was horrifying like a demon, the kind that wouldn't need makeup for a horror movie.
But at this moment, black sludge oozed from the Yaksha muscular man's wounds, gradually blocking the wounds. Although it didn't turn into flesh and blood, the substance flowing out was definitely not blood!
"Ha, haha, enjoyable, truly enjoyable!"
The Yaksha muscular man hissed a few times, and then actually laughed loudly, shouting that it was enjoyable. His remaining single eye stared at Wu Pifu, and then he shook his head and said: "What excellent skill! Your flesh and skin are perfectly suited to be the dharma body of my Lord!"
As he spoke, the Yaksha muscular man once again charged towards Wu Pifu, his speed more than double what it was initially.
With a single charge, the wind howled fiercely. Wu Pifu only had time to slightly lower his body before his entire body was struck into the Yaksha muscular man's embrace.
The immense force sent Wu Pifu tumbling forward, and as the Yaksha muscular man struck his target, he scooped up with his hands, one hand grabbing Wu Pifu's back and the other grabbing Wu Pifu's crotch. This was not a random grab; it was a genuine attack posture, a form of sumo wrestling technique. Once he had a firm grip, the next Move would be to flip the target completely upside down, slamming their head directly onto the ground, resulting in unconsciousness at best, and a ruptured brain and death at worst.
At this critical juncture of life and death, the demonic thoughts, Random Thoughts, and evil thoughts in Wu Pifu's heart surged even more. His eyes turned completely red, and he actually let out a tiger's roar from his mouth. At the same time, his body did not resist the Yaksha muscular man's pulling force. Instead, he stomped his feet hard on the ground, taking advantage of the force the Yaksha muscular man used to flip him in the sumo technique, and leaped up. After his body flipped half a circle, he suddenly clamped his legs around the Yaksha muscular man's neck. Using the force the Yaksha muscular man used to lift his back, he exerted force with both legs simultaneously, actually flipping the Yaksha muscular man himself away.
The two tangled together, rolling on the ground, and with a 'bang', they crashed into a burning guest room. With a loud 'rumble', a large section of the burning wooden wall collapsed.
This sound startled some of the living people in the pile of corpses.
These living people had all been skinned, each looking like a bloody, unrecognizable monster. There were nuns and benefactors, numbering around seven or eight people in total, all wailing, rolling, and screaming miserably in the pile of corpses.
Among them was a small woman, who was also moaning and crying. Then she wanted to stand up, but her entire body was in pain, which made her want to crawl and hold her body, but she still couldn't. She had no skin on her entire body, and touching it even slightly caused excruciating pain.
As she cried and moaned, not knowing what to do, the sounds of fighting kept coming from the burning guest room in the distance.
She tried hard to look over, but she couldn't stand up. As she looked around, she suddenly saw the Buddha statue in the center of the main hall looking incredibly hideous and terrifying under the firelight.
Black sludge was flowing from the Buddha statue's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, outlining a hideous and terrifying smile on the Buddha statue's face.
She remembered, the Yaksha who peeled off her skin, and the traces of sludge in the Yaksha's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth...
She was weak and small, probably not even one and a half meters tall, pitifully thin. At this moment, all the skin on her body had been peeled off. If she were an ordinary person, she would have been rolling around without even being able to think. But at this moment, she found strength and courage from somewhere. She actually rolled off the pile of corpses, pressing her skinless flesh against the sandy ground, inch by inch, moving towards the Buddha statue inside the main hall...
She...
Wanted to save her man!!