[Night watch] Testing him was courting death
Ge Congze's voice reached everyone's ears, and they hesitated for a moment before realizing it was him. But not long ago, Zhuang Xiaosheng died tragically, so naturally no one dared to make a joke at this moment.
Even Xia Yuanhou's expression was solemn. His voice was deep and resonant, but he deliberately lowered it to reach everyone's ears. "We'll talk after tonight. There are still three ghosts waiting to be hunted. The natives only reminded us not to speak loudly, but now there are at least three more rules of killing waiting for us. Less is more."
Ge Congze's voice switched back to a female tone, equally solemn. He had witnessed Zhuang Xiaosheng's death and didn't want to be treated the same way even in death. "He's right. Everyone, there's no need to say anything more."
Through the darkness of the night, one could vaguely see the four women on the other side of the cushions nodding. Si Yehan, however, ignored everyone from beginning to end, leaning against the wall, his eyelids slightly closed, and drifting off to sleep.
If there is even the slightest disturbance, he will wake up from his dream.
Consciousness sinks into a dream, and a scene slowly unfolds, a dreamscape long unseen for a long time gradually reappears.
The bright moonlight casts its silvery glow, and the long night obscures the sky.
In the distance, the continuous mountain ranges appear like arms reaching out from hell in the night. Nearby, at the foot of the mountains, villages are engulfed in raging flames, stretching endlessly, as if the entire world were a fiery prison.
Screams rang out one after another. In some parts of the village, not yet covered by flames, cats, dogs, and people fled in the narrow passageways. Suddenly, the roof beams and wooden planks collapsed, flames burst forth, smashing the cats and dogs into a bloody pulp. The flames then over-burned them, giving off a burnt smell.
Terrified screams rang out as one person after another collapsed to the ground, limbs limp, enduring the flames that engulfed them. They didn't even try to extinguish the fire, their eyes fixed on the distance in terror, frantically shaking their heads and pleading, "Please, don't kill me... don't kill me!"
As the fire intensified, a figure stepped out from the flames. The wooden planks behind him collapsed one after another, and blood seeped out in the flames, but the air was not filled with the smell of blood.
The orange-red face illuminated the figure, outlining its shape and making it appear even more cold and fierce.
The man had a faint smile on his face, clearly enjoying the carnage at the moment; it was none other than Si Yehan.
He dragged his long blade across the ground, sparks flying, and walked step by step to the man who lay slumped on the ground. He sneered, "This dream scene is getting more and more realistic. Killing like this is somewhat exhilarating. It's just a pity that it's ultimately a fantasy dream, but it can still serve as some consolation in a dungeon."
The man's facial muscles contorted, and seeing that pleading was useless, he roared madly, "You actually think all of this is a dream? Our suffering is real!"
Si Yehan remained noncommittal, then plunged his blade into the center of the man's collarbone, before slicing downwards, ripping open his abdomen. Blood gushed out, and his internal organs spilled out.
The man writhed violently, his skin ablaze and charred. His intestines, along with other organs, were ripped out. Bloodstains on the long blade were briefly visible, but were quickly burned away by the flames. Si Yehan flicked his wrist, picked up a burning wooden board, and forcefully shoved it into the man's body.
Flames burned from within, the sound of flesh tearing was extremely crisp, and the sharp edges of the wooden plank pierced the other's skull, brain matter and blood splattering everywhere. This gruesome scene was naturally witnessed by the people behind.
They begged for mercy frantically, but to no avail. Even when they mustered the courage to resist, it did not hinder them in the slightest, and their final fate was death.
These extremely similar, inferior prey could only be brought a little pleasure by personally subjecting them to various forms of torture. Even so, it did not prevent Si Yehan from slaughtering them all without discrimination, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction from it.
Time seemed to pass very quickly in the dream, but Si Yehan's thoughts continued to flow. Perhaps this scene would appear in a future instance.
After all, many dreams have already come true. If there were a dungeon set in the snow, that would be excellent; the carnage in that setting is always quite beautiful and elegant.
As all the fleeing people in the village were killed, Si Yehan stood in the raging fire, letting the flames engulf his feet. The smile that had spread across his face slowly faded, and then his figure slowly disappeared.
Flames spread from the foot of the mountain upwards, engulfing the entire mountain range. The forest was bathed in a crimson glow, now appearing like a demon. Gusts of wind blew incessantly, causing the trees to sway like ripples on a wave, making the entire mountain range resemble a sea of fire.
Si Yehan had an extremely wide field of vision. He looked down at the scene with indifferent eyes. Birds that had been roosting in the forest took flight, but they fell from the sky after only a short while.
When the entire mountain range of trees and the animals that lived there were completely reduced to ashes, a pulling force came from my consciousness.
Beside the cushions in the auditorium, Xia Yuanhou approached Si Yehan and, by the moonlight, could make out a little more of him. Slightly surprised, he whispered, "No wonder he hadn't said a word; he was asleep. He probably doesn't even know Zhuang Xiaosheng is dead."
Ge Congze crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking somewhat sleepy. His eyes were fixed on the three corpses on the coffin, and he casually replied, "He must have a strong heart to be able to sleep like this."
Just as Xia Yuanhou was about to reach out and probe further, Si Yehan suddenly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of indifferent eyes, and slapped the outstretched hand back.
This sudden turn of events startled Xia Yuanhou. He withdrew his hand, feeling a slight pain and a sense of unease.
Unexpectedly, Si Yehan, who did not appear as robust as himself at first glance, possessed such great strength. If they were to actually fight, he might not be able to last ten rounds unless he could win quickly.
Thinking this, Xia Yuanhou naturally didn't want to create any discord with Si Yehan, so he immediately chuckled awkwardly in a low voice, "Brother, sorry, I was just trying to wake you up to tell you something."
Xia Yuanhou turned serious. "Take a look at those ghosts. Is one of them missing? The missing ghost killed Zhuang Xiaosheng! And then it completed its transformation. The situation is very critical now."
Si Yehan nodded, Xia Yuanhou, seeing this, didn't say anything more, but sat back down.
The six of them hadn't slept yet, their eyes fixed on the three Vengeful Ghosts on the coffin. They were afraid that falling asleep would trigger the killing pattern or cause them to miss something, so they had to suppress their drowsiness and occasionally whisper to each other.
Ge Congze's gaze fell in Si Yehan's direction, a hint of suspicion appearing in his eyes as he rubbed his fingers together.
Xia Yuanhou leaned closer and whispered, "What? You think something's wrong with him? Could Zhuang Xiaosheng's death be related to him?"
Ge Congze responded, "We didn't witness Zhuang Xiaosheng's death, so we can't guarantee it's related to him. His attitude was too indifferent, which was indeed a bit strange, but it's not surprising that he seemed aloof. After all, we'd only known him for less than a day, so it's hard to be truly heartbroken. I think Su Qing is strange on the contrary. Her crying was odd, and there was no need for her to cry. We should keep an eye on her."
The two spoke in very low voices, trying to avoid being overheard, but Si Yehan's martial arts skills were extremely high, so his hearing was certainly not bad, and he still overheard Ge Congze and Xia Yuanhou's conversation.
Si Yehan's expression remained unchanged. Sending these two to investigate Su Qing was not a bad idea. If they let him hear that it was a deliberate feint and a genuine attempt to test him, then it would be tantamount to courting death.