After several more days had passed, just as Nan Feng was about to lose patience and use Soul Projection to check on things in Pope Hall, Bibi Dong finally appeared.
Unlike before, Bibi Dong's aura had grown oppressive and somewhat strange.
"Are you... all right?" Nan Feng asked, taking a couple of nervous steps back.
"Scared?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.
"A little." Nan Feng nodded.
He wasn't sure whether his power would work on a god. After all, this thing of his was just a Martial Soul.
Besides, the so-called Twelve Talismans were essentially twelve Magic Spells, which could also be understood as twelve forms of Kung Fu.
The Twelve Talismans, split off from Shendu, were so powerful because Shendu himself was powerful.
Taro practiced Tai Chi, and so did you. Did that mean you could take on Taro?
"You can be scared too?" Bibi Dong blurred into motion and appeared right in front of Nan Feng.
"You've been having quite a time in Slaughter City these past three years, haven't you?"
Nan Feng froze. "Huh?"
"You're really going to play dumb?" Bibi Dong smiled as she reached out and pressed Nan Feng, who was about as tall as she was, down. Three pairs of giant spider legs sprouted from behind her.
Nan Feng's face changed dramatically. "Sis, I was wrong!"
"Wrong?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow and gently stroked Nan Feng's cheek.
"What were you wrong about?"
"Whatever you say I was wrong about!" Nan Feng said, meek as could be.
Damn it!
Dream Game really wasn't safe!
You couldn't see the whole picture when you were in the middle of it!
Bibi Dong hadn't been in her right mind before, and he'd also eased into things gradually, so she hadn't grown suspicious.
But now, after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm, she'd clearly noticed something strange about that dream!
"Why?" Bibi Dong's voice turned chilly.
"What... did you take me for?"
She'd actually noticed something wrong with that dream long ago—or rather, there had been too many holes in it!
She had her own will and could choose what to do, but her autonomy had been limited. Everyone else had been like images in a prearranged illusion. No matter what attitude she took or what she said, those images never changed.
Except for Nan Feng!
That guy had been able to interact with her!
She just hadn't been sure before, and the Killing Intent had constantly affected her thoughts, keeping her from making an accurate judgment. But after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm, the vicious Rakshasa Divine Power within that special realm had surged into her mind!
She'd spent this whole time fighting that Rakshasa Divine Power, that force of utter evil. It had magnified every one of her impulses to an extreme.
Under the influence of those impulses, she'd nearly been consumed—until she remembered that dream.
That shameless bastard!
"Uh..." Nan Feng secretly activated the Horse Talisman, hoping he could still salvage the situation.
But unfortunately, Bibi Dong's attitude didn't change in the slightest.
In other words, she was clearheaded now!
Damn! I'm done for! This is a disaster!
"Don't bother. I'm perfectly clearheaded now," Bibi Dong said.
"Answer my question. Why did you deceive me?"
Nan Feng glanced nervously at the gleaming spider legs. "Do you want the truth or a lie?"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "What do you think?"
"I couldn't stay in Slaughter City any longer. I wanted to find someone to get me out," Nan Feng said.
"If you hadn't gone to Slaughter City back then, I probably would've found a chance to hang myself before I broke down."
Living in fear was far worse than death, especially since that cursed place offered almost no future. He couldn't reveal his secret—that the domain of Slaughter City didn't suppress him—or the King of Slaughter wouldn't let him go, and the Asura God wouldn't tolerate him either.
Forget that bullshit about lying low and building up his strength. With Fallen Ones trying to snatch him away every single day, when the hell was he supposed to cultivate?
On top of that, the immense psychological strain of witnessing all kinds of bizarre scenes now and then had nearly driven him crazy!
He never knew when some lunatic might suddenly show up and kill him.
For three years, he'd lived in fear, hovering on the brink of death almost every day!
So he'd practically treated Bibi Dong as his lifeline. If he didn't leave Slaughter City soon, he really would go crazy!
"Then why did you keep hanging around with me after you left Slaughter City?" Bibi Dong asked.
"You'd finally escaped that cursed place. Shouldn't you have run as fast as you could?"
"Don't tell me you never thought there'd come a day when I discovered the truth about that dream."
"I did." Nan Feng said.
He was only a level-thirty Soul Elder. When he'd made that dream, he'd only been a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster. It was just a dream, nothing especially impressive. Of course she might discover the truth.
He could fool her for a while, but not forever.
"Then why didn't you run?" Bibi Dong asked.
"Did you think I'd spare your life out of fondness for the past?"
As she spoke, the spider legs behind her slowly came to rest against Nan Feng's forehead.
"Unfortunately, if that were all, I might really have let you off. But you crossed a line."
Nan Feng looked up. "Yu Xiaogang?"
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't—"
"Shouldn't what?" Nan Feng cut her off.
"That's just the kind of guy he is, isn't it?"
"Shut up!" Bibi Dong snapped.
"Am I wrong?" Nan Feng asked.
"Insecure, oversensitive, cowardly, hypocritical, self-important..."
"Shut up!"
"Wasn't he the one who brought you to this point? Did he not know who you were? Did he not know what kind of person he was? Did he not know what he'd set in motion?"
"I said shut up!"
"He knew! He just didn't care. He used you as a stepping-stone to climb higher, and when he failed, he ran off and immediately found another stepping-stone. And what about you?"
"Do you really think I wouldn't kill you?" Bibi Dong said coldly.
"I do! So what?" Nan Feng replied.
"Do you think I'm afraid of dying? Do you think I'll be like that coward, scared shitless by a couple of words?"
"Let me tell you, no way! Even if I die right here today, don't expect me to say a single cowardly word!"
"..."
"What am I to you?" Bibi Dong asked.
"What am I to you?"
"An idiot." Nan Feng answered without the slightest hesitation.
Bibi Dong's face darkened. "That's not what I asked!"
This bastard had called her that plenty of times in the dream!
"Then what are you asking?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.
"I'm asking what I mean to you," Bibi Dong said.
"Then what about me? What do I mean to you?" Nan Feng asked.
"A treatment tool? Or a stabilizer for your Killing Intent?"
"Don't tell me you never noticed anything strange before. You knew. You knew all along, but you said nothing. So why bring it up now?"
"..."
"Are you trying to kick me aside and go back to your old flame?" Nan Feng asked suspiciously.
Bibi Dong's face darkened, and she slapped Nan Feng unconscious.
If I wanted to go back to my old flame, would you still be standing here in front of me?
What's wrong with your head?
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