That's it!
After careful consideration, Wu Heng decided that the next story world he would enter would be A Nightmare on Elm Street 8.
After thoroughly dealing with the matters inside the Lighthouse, Wu Heng communicated with the Tower Mark through his mind:
"Return to reality."
The scene shifted, and he was back in the cave on the back cliff. Wu Heng Swine Two, whose ability to create walls began to interfere with the surrounding environment.
To prevent anyone from spying on you.
The skin that Swine Two had previously disguised himself as, obtained from the middle-aged man Sun Ji'an who was monitoring him from the cliff, had already been destroyed in the story world.
Moreover, this kind of disguised reporting is merely a temporary delaying tactic.
Over time, the other party will inevitably notice something amiss, which will put him in a passive position.
"We must first stir up the water, distract them, and buy some time."
After making his decision, Wu Heng quickly searched for a map of Beiquan City, where he was located, on his phone.
According to the information revealed by the spy who was monitoring him when he was trapped in the maze, it can be confirmed that the Dark Snow Company in the same city was the organizer of this operation.
He did not choose to search for Dark Snow Company directly online because web browsing leaves traces.
Therefore, they opted to search the entire city map and then locate the Dark Snow Company within it.
If this place were merely a fictional world, Wu Heng would have dared to completely destroy the entire Beiquan City.
But this is Deep Blue Star, his real refuge, and the number of Tower Guardian here is unknown.
One thing is certain:
Deep within this seemingly ordinary world lies a real layer, constantly turbulent with various forces stirring up trouble. It is far more complex than the ordinary person in my previous life could perceive.
"Found it!"
Wu Heng's gaze was fixed on the phone screen, which displayed a place name: Dark Snow Building, Middle Section of Jade Screen Street, Lingshui District, Beiquan City.
The electronic map automatically zooms in, displaying a panoramic view of the landmark and showing images of the building's exterior.
After memorizing the address,
Wu Heng walked out of the cave and arrived at the location of the front room of the guesthouse.
Looking at this guesthouse that resembled an ancient building, he realized how foolish he had been to buy a car and a house.
Even if you've already prepared an excuse, some people simply won't listen to it.
The Deep Blue Star Code only restricts ordinary citizens; it restricts those ordinary people who rely on the code for survival.
The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, may be the only immutable law in nature.
Humans are also a part of nature.
Wu Heng, who was in the process of liberating his mind, suddenly raised his head, squinted at the doorway, and his drooping eyelids concealed the sharpness in his eyes.
Because someone was looking inside the guesthouse from the main entrance.
Wu Heng yawned as he sauntered to the front door and opened it with a creak.
An old man with a hunched back stood on the gravel road directly opposite the entrance.
His face was covered with sallow wrinkles, his white hair was sparse, and he wore a loose black cloth jacket, which was comfortable but also made his body look even thinner.
However, judging from the quality of the cloth jacket, they were not a poor family, or at least not in the category of poverty.
"Sir, what's wrong? The house is furnished quite nicely, isn't it? Shall I show you around inside?" Wu Heng asked politely, pretending to have just woken up, his eyes still sleepy.
Deep in his eyes, a scrutinizing gaze determined the old man's identity from every angle.
"No, no, I'm the one who dug up this gatehouse. What would I be visiting? You're the one Awang is talking about?"
The old man's previously rigid gaze, which had been fixed on the courtyard, disappeared, and he said with a cheerful smile.
"Who is Awang?" Wu Heng was taken aback.
"Little Li, Li Zhiwang, the person who built this house." The old man was old and his speech was unclear, mixed with dialect, as he explained in a muffled voice.
Wu Heng then remembered that it was the name of the young man who sold guesthouses.
"Here, this is for you, homemade smoked meat. I haven't seen anyone moving around in the house for so long, so I came to check on you. Young people need to exercise more." The old man glanced at Wu Heng, who had just woken up, and said to himself.
Then he took a few steps, approached the fence, hung a dark, foot-long piece of pork belly on the fence, and without waiting for Wu Heng to say anything, as if afraid that he would not take it, he turned around and left.
"Thank you so much, sir! You've gone to so much trouble!"
Wu Heng watched his opponent leave, then released the force he had been gathering, ready to strike at any moment.
The old man did indeed look like an ordinary person, with signs of old age and physical decline emanating from his body. Wu Heng could even smell a decaying odor emanating from him.
It doesn't seem like a pretense.
Wu Heng watched as the other person leisurely walked into a house in the middle of the village. After memorizing its location, he casually placed the cured meat he had obtained into the refrigerator of the guesthouse.
He wouldn't eat food that was offered to him unsolicited, regardless of whether it was out of kindness or not.
They then returned to their cave room and began reviewing the surveillance footage from the previous period.
They were relieved only after confirming from the surveillance footage that the old man was a resident of the area.
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By 10 p. m., the entire mountainous area was completely shrouded in darkness.
A dark cloud slowly obscured the moon, making the night even darker, and the calls of nocturnal animals in the deep forest temporarily ceased.
Just then, on the cliff behind the guesthouse.
A black shadow instantly climbed up the steep cliff, its route straight, rushing towards the summit like an arrow released from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the night. After a long while, the dark clouds drifted away, and the silvery moonlight once again draped the cliffs, as if nothing had happened.
Deep within the mountains of Deer Mountain, amidst dense forests.
Wu Heng was moving at a speed exceeding that of a cheetah, rapidly rushing towards the foot of the opposite mountain.
Because the tree canopy blocked out the only moonlight, his path was pitch black, but it was as if he were walking on flat ground, completely ignoring the thorny thickets that resembled an iron fence.
After crossing two mountain peaks, Wu Heng had already run more than a hundred miles away. Only then did he reveal his true appearance under the streetlights in the countryside. He was wearing a leather suit that resembled that of a middle-aged European man, and he looked majestic and imposing.
After an hour of continuous travel, centered on the Beiquan City, Wu Heng had arrived in the exact opposite direction from the Deer Mountain B&B.
He pulled out a motocross motorcycle and put on a helmet.
Currently located in the middle section of the Stone Forest Expressway, you can enter the Beiquan City part of the city by continuing to ride east.
30 minutes later,
Wu Heng, carrying with him three bundles of fear from passing drivers about his dangerous driving, stopped at the highway checkpoint.
He put the motorcycle into his Life Box and silently slipped into the Beiquan City.
Wu Heng, now sporting a middle-aged Asian face, hailed a taxi.
"Driver, do you have any recommendations for a good place to go?" Wu Heng handed two hundred federal dollars to the taxi driver through the gap in the railing between the front and rear seats.
The overweight middle-aged driver glanced at Wu Heng in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingering on Wu Heng's lower abdomen for a second before he said meaningfully:
" The Jadeite Township on Red City Street is nice, want to go?"
"No, no, that place won't do!" Wu Heng refused without even thinking.
"The Peach Blossom Palace in Longhua District?"
"No, let's go somewhere else." Wu Heng pulled out another hundred and handed it over, silencing the other person's complaint. "Money's no object, name something nice!"
"Huanxi Creek on Back Sea Street..."
"Change it, change it, we've already been to that one, it's so-so." Before the driver could finish speaking, Wu Heng interrupted him.
" Lingshui District's Snow Maiden Pool (Snow Maiden Pool) offers both hot springs and massages, which can be done simultaneously," the driver continued, barely managing to keep up the pace of the sales pitch, all for the sake of the money.
"Okay, this is it." Wu Heng's eyes seemed to light up as he decided on his destination.
The driver stepped on the gas and drove towards Lingshui District.
Wu Heng was also getting closer and closer to Dark Snow Company.
"We've arrived! This is it!"
Twenty minutes later, the vehicle stopped near a manor-like building with a gate plaque and neon lights, and the driver called out to it.
Wu Heng nodded and got out of the vehicle.
After the driver drove away, he turned and walked to the sidewalk, disappearing into the night.
Having already memorized the entire map of Beiquan City, Wu Heng checked his location and confirmed that Jade Screen Street was right next door, and the tallest building in the middle of the street was his target.
Just then, a young woman wearing a white dress, a white velvet vest, and light makeup walked out of the Snow Maiden Pool Manor Clubhouse next door.
The direction she was heading was the intersection of the crossroads, which was the direction Wu Heng needed to go.
The other woman took a hurried step back, as she noticed Wu Heng, who was wearing a hood and looking around.
Wu Heng hadn't paid any attention at first, but a feeling of fear suddenly came from the other party's direction.
So they followed each other and started walking.
The fear was spreading, and Wu Heng felt as if he were playing a game of collecting attributes; with each step he took, he would gain a bit more power.
When he first returned to reality, he didn't even realize that Deep Blue Star had its own unique fears.
This is a very sad thing.
Because it represented the entire Deep Blue Star, no one feared its predecessor or him.
Even when he speeds on the highway, the fear he experiences at the hands of startled drivers is fleeting.
Now that such a rich source of production energy has finally appeared, Wu Heng naturally wouldn't miss it.
He happily suppressed his emotions, but the woman's pace quickened until the shadow of the wall beside them disappeared, revealing a shop with lights on.
"Hey bro, don't wait for me at the intersection, just come straight over, I'm walking that way!"
Using the shop's lights as a cover, the woman, pretending to make a phone call, took off running.
The high heels thumped loudly on the stone floor, leaving behind a huge wave of fear.
Wu Heng watched the other person run away with a hint of regret.
He noticed from the woman's emotions that the object she was afraid of was strange, somewhat resembling a monster like a conjoined octopus.
"He's also a person with a complicated past."
Wu Heng sighed, "If I wanted, I could materialize the object of my fear and create the illusion that it could harm women."
Even the power of fear, if accumulated enough, can become a reality.
It's a blend of truth and falsehood, directly targeting what the other person fears most—that's the power of fear.
"Time to get down to business!"
Wu Heng glanced at the time; it was already 1:02 AM.
He watched the woman's disappearing figure, then pulled open the manhole cover beneath his feet and crawled inside.
The sewers of Deep Blue Star are built like air-raid shelters, and some sections are even equipped with surveillance cameras, but none of them have been installed in Lingshui District.
Wu Heng followed the pipe to the underground area at the entrance of the Dark Snow Building.
Two security guards stood in the guard booths on either side of the entrance.
Unlike the elderly men in ordinary neighborhoods, they were both strong young men. Wu Heng sensed a capable aura from them, but not the kind of aura of retired soldiers.
More similar to Cai Xueli and Kun, whom he encountered back then, they should also be considered to be trained in martial arts.
Judging from their muscle strength and vitality, Wu Heng felt that although these two were not as good as Kun, they were only slightly inferior.
In their previous lives, either of these two would have easily won a world boxing championship, but now they are merely security personnel for the building.
This is the gap in reality.
Kun, whom Wu Heng once thought was decent, is now just an ant in Wu Heng's eyes.
"Since you're looking for me, here I It Comes!"
With a wave of his hand, he released the Swine Two.
The illusionary wall instantly enveloped the two of them, and the illusion unfolded around them, causing their eyes to glaze over.
Wu Heng, however, felt that Swine Two needed to be strengthened.
This time, the trickery of trapping the wall only barely managed to get the two of them trapped. Their spirits and energy were quite strong, although not as strong as the contestants in the story, but much stronger than Ben Hans and his group.
The two stood frozen in place, a sense of fear emanating from them.
Because they saw Wu Heng's disguised appearance in the illusion of the wall.
This is the result Wu Heng wanted: to create an illusion by using the trickery of the Swine Two wall, to transmit his own image into the illusion, and to combine it with other illusions to incite their fear.
They then use their fears as a source of power to create a deeper impact.
Wu Heng sensed their fear from their emotions.
These are aging and psionic energy.
They were unaware of the existence of the Tower Guardian, believing that psionicists were the strongest force.
"Since that's the case, then I'll grant your wish!"
Wu Heng gathered the Spirit-Touch Power that could now cover his entire body at the head, forming a crown-like shape.
He stirred up the terrifying aura surrounding him and directed it towards the two of them.
One of them aged rapidly, as if his life force had been Siphon; the luster on his face disappeared, his muscles melted away, and layers of wrinkles piled up.
Like a dried apple.
Another person discovered that he had gained the psychic power to manipulate blood. He uncontrollably vomited a large amount of blood, and the blood mist filled the area at the entrance of the building, even obscuring the manhole cover above Wu Heng's head.
Wearing a mask and hood, Wu Heng took the opportunity to crawl out of the ground.
The security guard, having vomited all his blood, collapsed to the ground, his body pale.
The two immense waves of fear brought about by death were transmitted to Wu Heng, a hundred times more intense than before.
These two martial artists, whose skills could only be honed through rigorous training in the coldest and hottest winters, were like paper puppets in Wu Heng's hands. With a single thought from him, they had already lost their lives.
"Really... too weak."
Wu Heng walked towards the building. The blood mist that filled the entrance seemed to have found its owner, surging towards Wu Heng before drying up and dissipating.