Things Were Getting Interesting

"Tsk tsk, this is really getting interesting!"

Standing atop a 24-story building, Feng Xue faced the chilly autumn wind and looked down at the city's night view.

Although no trace of Phantom Object has been found so far, he can clearly sense that there is something unusual about his mental state.

Although he has been "stripped" or "shielded" of most of his extraordinary powers, the State of Mind he has cultivated through martial arts training, as well as the knowledge attached to his numerous Tag, still allows him to clearly grasp his own state.

He didn't think he was really that unlucky as to have fallen right into the face of a Weird Tale. Compared to that situation, he preferred to believe that there was a World-class Supernatural Tale on the level of Infinite City.

Or rather, he felt that the worlds corresponding to rooms above the fiftieth floor should each have at least one such super- Weird Tale with an ability range covering the entire world.

If we think about it from this perspective, the ability of this Weird Tale is very likely to be to build a world in dreams and allow everyone to enter this world while they are asleep.

"But the problem is, why don't I remember the memories of the previous two dreams... Is it really because I'm dead?"

Feng Xue pondered the possibilities and considered the correct way to exit the situation.

If this rule for entering the dream isn't specifically targeted at me, then it means there must be a normal way to exit this world; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many conscious people in the Real World.

"At present, the most likely scenario is that you fall asleep in the Dream World and wake up in reality, living completely different lives."

Feng Xue pondered, but did not try immediately, because he did not know whether a normal withdrawal would still accumulate that kind of Mental Pollution.

If each entry and exit increases the pollution level, then we must maximize the benefit of each entry as much as possible to avoid irreversible consequences once the pollution level accumulates to a certain point.

Feng Xue is not afraid of death, but if it's something like corruption, or even worse, if she uses her own Weird Tale fuel like she used the God of War as firewood, then that would be truly tragic.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Xue took the elevator back to the ground. The powerlessness brought about by this mortal body made him understand why he felt so uneasy and palpitated the moment he woke up.

"Hey, where's dangerous around here? Can you take me for a walk?"

After failing to find any clues for a while, Feng Xue turned her attention to the ghost hand. Upon hearing Feng Xue's words, the ghost hand made a figure-eight gesture, as if it were thinking. After a brief pause, it finally made an "OK" gesture and then beckoned to Feng Xue, indicating that he should follow.

"As expected, it works." Feng Xue was immediately delighted upon seeing this. Although Ghost Hand was determined to kill her with his own hands, it was not surprising that Ghost Hand would agree, considering that it was easier to succeed in a dangerous place than in a peaceful environment.

"The question now is, what kind of dangerous place is this? And is it related to my two previous withdrawals?" Feng Xue sorted out his thoughts and followed Ghost Hand toward a corner of the city. Then, he saw a bar surrounded by police tape, but he didn't see any police cars or onlookers, so it shouldn't be the problem that just happened.

"A murder scene? You're not planning to steal a policeman's gun and shoot me, are you?" Feng Xue scrutinized Ghost Hand suspiciously. Ghost Hand immediately waved its hand forcefully, but judging from the way it suddenly trembled for a moment, Feng Xue even felt as if she heard an exclamation of "There's actually such a thing?"

"Tsk tsk, I feel like if I spend enough time with you, I could learn sign language to level 12."

"..." Ghost Hand shrugged, as if it were none of his business, then raised his index finger and pointed to the bar surrounded by police tape, looking like he should go and take a look.

Feng Xue cautiously surveyed his surroundings, and only after confirming that he didn't see anyone strange did he approach. He had originally planned to ask someone what had happened here, but just then, a few odd things suddenly flashed into his eyes.

Without any hesitation, Feng Xue refocused and indeed saw a short string of numbers:

Name: Phantom Object - Veebull's Excrement

Elements: [Strange], [Scorching], [Alienation], [Minerals], [Metabolites]

Description: It is said to be a crystallized excrement from a Great Existence named Veebull. It is highly radioactive and direct skin contact will cause severe burns and incurable putrefaction.

Note: You need to understand that it's not just people who dislike this thing.

"..." Feng Xue's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he instinctively wanted to throw the salt in his hand away, but his empty hands left him momentarily at a loss for how to express his feelings of wanting to complain.

"Damn, I've gotten into the habit of throwing salt in here."

However, it was perhaps his strange reaction at that moment that caught the attention of the person carrying the Phantom Object. The person was a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and a thick trench coat, and the text on the Phantom Object was exactly from a sapphire badge pinned to his chest.

The other person glanced at Feng Xue, or more precisely, at the ghostly hand on Feng Xue shoulder, then revealed a knowing look. They first cautiously surveyed their surroundings, then stepped closer and whispered:

"Are you here to investigate Grey Pine Tavern too?"

"???" A hint of doubt arose in Feng Xue's heart, but she showed no sign of it on her face. Instead, she nodded as if it were a matter of course and said:

"Come and check the situation."

"This matter is not simple; it can't be handled by just one or two people." The man lowered his hat brim slightly, and Feng Xue didn't say much, only nodding slightly.

"If you can prove yourself reliable enough, I don't mind sharing my gains with you."

"Of course." The man nodded, then strode around the cordon with practiced ease, slipping into the bar from the side and rear. His movements were fluid and even a little dazzling.

Immediately realizing that this was probably a test, Feng Xue lightly tapped her toes. Although she had no Internal Force, with the Ascending Profound Settled View Steps, she seemed to transform into a ghost and darted directly into the bar, her movements even faster than the man's.

The other party was clearly surprised by Feng Xue's skills, while Feng Xue was sizing up the people in the dark bar.

Yes, in this unlit bar, there were two people sitting at the counter, seemingly talking about something.

Feng Xue didn't even look at their faces, because at this moment, he was already attracted by those two strings of text.

Both of them possess Phantom Object!