Just Think of Me as a Fool with Money to Burn!

Just Think of Me as a Fool with Money to Burn!

At Demon Throat Peak, the sixty-ninth peak of the Limitless Demon Sect.

Gongzi Hai frowned. Without realizing it, he had broken out in a cold sweat. The mental attack from the Spider Puppet had struck his head like a heavy blow. He had been meditating and cultivating at the time, and had nearly suffered a cultivation deviation.

Fortunately, his will was strong, and he carried a mental treasure prepared for dealing with his Heart Demon. Though badly wounded, he had managed to endure the attack.

But he never imagined that the long-range mental attack would come in two waves, not one.

He quickly took a pill to heal his mental injuries and ease the pain, then gritted his teeth and continued cultivating... Only for his consciousness to blur. The next moment, his soul was dragged into a Nightmare Space and subjected to cruel torment.

In the nightmare, anything around him could become an enemy. Stones, water, trees, houses, animals, even mist—everything he could see turned into demonic hands that surrounded and entangled him, trying to seize his body.

[Your bones, your blood, your flesh—everything you are belongs to us.]

[Wherever you run, we will find you and claim you.]

[You will always be ours. Always.]

Hearing those intimate words spoken in terrifying voices inside the Nightmare Space sent goose bumps all over Gongzi Hai's body.

In the end, with the help of his mental treasure, he forcibly pulled himself out of the nightmare.

Gongzi Hai had a hunch: that damned Nightmare Space was not a one-time ordeal. It was probably a curse attached to his body, waiting to drag him back in the moment his guard was down.

His treasure could save him once, but it could not keep