Stab Me to Death

Several more days passed. Just as Nan Feng was about to lose his patience and use Soul Projection to check the situation inside the Pope Hall, Bibi Dong finally appeared.

Unlike before, Bibi Dong's aura had become oppressive and somewhat eerie.

"Are you... alright?" Nan Feng retreated two steps, feeling a bit cowardly.

"Scared?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"A little." Nan Feng nodded.

He wasn't sure if his power would be effective against a god; after all, his ability was just a Martial Soul.

Furthermore, the so-called Twelve Talismans were essentially twelve magic spells, or one could interpret them as twelve types of Kung Fu.

The reason the Twelve Talismans, which had been separated from Shendu, were so formidable was because Shendu himself was formidable.

If Taro practiced Tai Chi and you also practiced Tai Chi, would you really be able to fight Taro?

"You can feel fear too?" Bibi Dong flashed forward, appearing instantly in front of Nan Feng.

"You really knew how to have fun during those three years in Slaughter City, didn't you?"

Nan Feng was stunned. "What?"

"Are you sure you want to play dumb?" Bibi Dong smiled and reached out, pressing down on Nan Feng, who was about the same height as her. At the same time, the three pairs of massive spider legs of the Death Spider Emperor sprouted from behind her.

Nan Feng's expression changed drastically. "Big sister, I was wrong!"

"Wrong?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, gently stroking Nan Feng's cheek.

"Where were you wrong?"

"Whatever you say I did wrong, that's where I was wrong!" Nan Feng looked completely submissive.

Damn it!

The Dream Game really wasn't safe!

The bystander sees more than the player!

The previous Bibi Dong's mind hadn't been entirely clear, and since he had been taking things step by step, he hadn't been suspected.

But now, after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm, Bibi Dong had clearly discovered the anomalies in that previous dream!

"Why?" Bibi Dong's voice turned cold.

"What... exactly did you take me for?"

She had actually noticed something unusual about that dream long ago, or rather, the dream had too many loopholes!

She possessed self-awareness and could control her own actions, but her autonomy was not particularly strong. Everyone else acted like pre-programmed illusions; no matter what attitude she took or what she said, those images remained the same.

Only Nan Feng!

This guy could interact with her!

She hadn't been certain before, and the Killing Intent had been constantly affecting her thoughts, making it impossible for her to make an accurate judgment. However, after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm, the fierce Rakshasa Divine Power contained within that special realm had surged into her brain!

During this time, she had been struggling against that Rakshasa Divine Power, a force of extreme malice that had amplified all her impulses to an infinite degree.

Under the influence of those impulses, she had almost been consumed, until she recalled that dream.

This shameless bastard!

"Uh..." Nan Feng secretly activated the Horse Talisman, hoping to salvage the situation.

But unfortunately, Bibi Dong's attitude did not change in the slightest.

In other words, her mind was clear right now!

Damn it! It's over! I'm screwed!

"Don't waste your effort; I'm very clear-headed right now," Bibi Dong said.

"Answer my question: why did you lie to me?"

Nan Feng looked at the shimmering, cold spider legs with some panic. "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I couldn't stay in Slaughter City anymore, and I wanted to find someone to bring me out," Nan Feng said.

"If you hadn't gone to Slaughter City back then, I likely would have found a chance to hang myself before I had a mental breakdown."

Living in fear was far more terrifying than death, not to mention that there was almost no future in that hellhole. He couldn't expose the secret that he wasn't suppressed by the domain of Slaughter City; otherwise, the King of Slaughter would not let him go, and the Asura God would not tolerate him either.

Forget about that bullshit advice to endure and develop; in those miserable days of being constantly targeted by those Fallen Ones, he didn't have a damn second to cultivate!

Coupled with the immense psychological pressure of witnessing all sorts of bizarre situations from time to time, he was truly going insane!

He didn't know if some freak would suddenly show up and knife him.

For three years, he had lived in fear on the edge of life and death almost every single day!

Therefore, he had practically treated Bibi Dong as his last straw. If he hadn't left Slaughter City, he really would have gone mad!

"Then after leaving Slaughter City, why did you continue to stick with me?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Having finally escaped that hellhole, shouldn't you be running for your life?"

"Don't tell me you never considered that the dreamscape might one day be discovered."

"I did," Nan Feng said.

He was only a level 30 Soul Elder. Even when he had created this dreamscape, he was merely a level 20 Soul Grand Master. It was just a dream, not some incredibly powerful technique; it was perfectly normal for it to be discovered eventually.

You can fool people for a while, but not for a lifetime.

"Then why didn't you run?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Do you think that after I discovered it, I would remember our past ties and spare your life?"

As she spoke, the spider legs behind Bibi Dong slowly pressed against Nan Feng's forehead.

"It's a pity. If it were only that, I might have truly let you off the hook. However, you touched things that you shouldn't have."

Nan Feng raised his head. "Yu Xiaogang?"

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed slightly. "You shouldn't have..."

"Shouldn't have what?" Nan Feng interrupted.

"Isn't that exactly how he is?"

"Shut up!" Bibi Dong said coldly.

"Did I say something wrong?" Nan Feng asked.

"Inferior, sensitive, cowardly, hypocritical, self-righteous..."

"Shut up!"

"Isn't everything you're going through today caused by him? Doesn't he know who you are? Doesn't he know what kind of person he is? Doesn't he know what he would trigger?"

"I said shut up!"

"He knows! But he doesn't care. He treated you as a stepping stone to climb higher. After he failed, he ran away immediately and found the next stepping stone right away. And you?"

"Do you really think I won't kill you?" Bibi Dong said coldly.

"You will! So what?" Nan Feng said.

"Do you think I'm afraid of death? Do you think I'm like that coward, scared witless by a couple of words?"

"Let me tell you! No way! Even if I die here today, don't expect me to say a single word of submission!"

"..."

"What am I to you?" Bibi Dong asked.

"In your eyes, what am I?"

"A fucking idiot." Nan Feng didn't hesitate for even a second.

Bibi Dong's face darkened. "That's not what I asked you!"

This bastard had cursed her like that plenty of times in her dreams!

"Then what are you asking?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

"I'm asking you, what am I to you?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Then what about me? What am I to you?" Nan Feng countered.

"A healing prop? Or a Killing Intent stabilizer?"

"Don't tell me you didn't notice anything unusual before. You knew—you've known for a long time, but you just didn't say anything. So why bring it up now?"

"..."

"Are you trying to kick me to the curb so you can go find your old lover?" Nan Feng asked suspiciously.

Bibi Dong's face turned black, and she slapped Nan Feng unconscious.

If I were going to find an old lover, would you still be alive to stand in front of me?

Has your brain short-circuited?