Strange Creatures

Qin Yiguan stared intently at Zhichun.

This simple, honest farm girl now exudes an inexplicable and fierce aura.

"I knew it; I felt some things didn't make sense before."

Qin Yiguan suddenly said, "Lao De has lived in seclusion here for 20 years to prevent his mentally ill offspring from harming others. Zhiliao only four years old; the timeline doesn't match up at all. So... he's afraid that you, Zhichun, will harm others!"

"Analyzing these things now is pointless."

Zhichun's face remained gloomy. "I must make this world a land of Starvation Corpse, left ungoverned. Only then will ' Logic Completion ' take effect again, resurrecting Grandpa!"

"My grandfather is the Divine Farmer Emperor!"

"Only he can change all of this!"

"Grandpa saved so many people, he fed so many people, he shouldn't have died!!!"

"Damn it, those greedy and wasteful people!"

"Damn it, those vicious thugs and corrupt officials!"

"Grandpa shouldn't be like this!"

Qin Yiguan straightened his posture. "You and Zhiliao have the same goal?"

"Right!"

Zhichun growled, "The existence of the Zhiliao is to soothe my sorrow. What it wants to do is what I want to do!"

"Qin Yiguan, are you going to stop me?"

"Then I'll have no choice but to eliminate you!"

At that moment, Zhichun slowly raised her head, and a broken chain appeared in her dark Pupil. With a click, the chain closed in her Pupil.

All that could be heard was Zhichun calling out, "Dream Skin."

In an instant, a pair of fair hands appeared from behind Qin Yiguan and slowly embraced his chest.

Qin Yiguan looked down and felt that the owner of the hand must be a very beautiful woman.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the owner of the hand, only to see a long-haired skeleton resting its chin on its shoulder. Its skin was completely withered and bluish-purple, clinging tightly to the skull. Its eye sockets had no eyeballs, but were instead covered with green mold.

Zhichun's eerie voice came, "The reason people experience sleep paralysis is because the Dream Skin is holding them tightly!"

In that instant.

More pale hands reached out from Qin Yiguan's back, tightly binding Qin Yiguan!

"Another creature from fantasy!"

Qin Yiguan frowned and struggled for a moment. His Fusion Rate had reached 65%, and even without using any abilities, his strength was astonishing. However, the existence of this ' Dream Skin ' seemed to transcend his subjective consciousness. No matter how much he struggled, his body seemed not to receive any 'commands'!

The scariest thing about sleep paralysis is that it severs the connection between your consciousness and body.

Zhichun gave a twisted smile and called out again, "Brain Chisel!"

In that instant, a monstrous figure appeared behind Qin Yiguan. It was sparsely haired, had a hideous and ugly face, held a Shitou hammer in its left hand, and a metal chisel in its right.

With an evil smile, the ' Brain Chisel ' pressed the chisel against Qin Yiguan's head while raising the Shitou hammer high.

"Many people die suddenly from unknown causes because a ' Brain Chisel ' smashed through the top of their head!"

Zhichun spoke, looking at the immobilized boy, she calmly said, "Qin Yiguan, farewell."

Bite!

The Brain Chisel slammed down, producing a sound similar to a chisel striking rock!

But Qin Yiguan's eyes instantly turned white, his face turned bloodless in an instant, and then his body went limp and he slowly fell to the ground.

His condition is exactly the same as sudden death in the real world.

The next moment.

Behind Qin Yiguan, light and shadow flickered, revealing a naked girl with pure white angel wings. She crouched down and gently embraced Qin Yiguan's corpse. With a flap of her wings, she flew into the sky, and above her head, a golden gate appeared.

Zhichun revealed an indescribable smile, "Many people die and their bodies are never found because the ' Gate Angel ' took them away. Qin Yiguan, I really didn't realize you were such a kind person. You actually managed to ascend to Heaven."

The so-called ' Gate Angel ' naturally do not exist.

This is nothing more than a peculiar creature created by [Logic Completion Fantasy Syndrome].

But if we're talking about the practical use of this 'creature,' it's practically the best tool for destroying evidence.

Call!

Qin Yiguan, suspended in mid-air, took a deep breath, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced, Greed savoring the life that followed this ordeal.

At the same time, the image of the Victim's lifeless expression flashed through Qin Yiguan's mind.

"You've worked hard, brother."

"If all my personalities are a ' Higher Self '."

"Then you're the most resentful one."

Qin Yiguan expressed his gratitude to the Victim in his mind.

In reality, he broke free from the ' Gate Angel's' arm and fell to the ground from mid-air!

At the same time, the Gate Angel and the Gate of Heaven in mid-air shattered into a cloud of mist!

Zhichun stared in disbelief, "You, how could you come back to life? You, how could you come back to life?!"

now.

Dream Skin's fair hand once again circled around Qin Yiguan's back, but Qin Yiguan was already prepared and withdrew, breaking off the fair hand piece by piece!

Then, he snatched the chisel from the Brain Chisel in mid-air and stabbed it into the Brain Chisel's eye socket!

In one round, Dream Skin and Brain Chisel turned into slime and merged into the ground.

Qin Yiguan charged forward, his hand curling into a claw, aiming for Zhichun's fair neck. No matter how powerful Zhichun's mental illness was, her true form was still just an ordinary farm girl. Give Qin Yiguan 10 seconds, and he could break her neck 5 times!

"You, how could you come back to life?"

Zhichun murmured, her eyes vacant.

Qin Yiguan's eyes flickered, and he paused for a second. "I have a ' Higher Self,' named the Victim!"

"Higher Self"?

"Victim?!"

Zhichun looked confused.

In that instant, Qin Yiguan grabbed Zhichun by the neck!

Zhichun raised her head slightly, looking at Qin Yiguan with resentment.

She knew that the 'strange creatures' she used to attack were no longer a threat to Qin Yiguan.

He gave a cold laugh.

Although her eyes were glistening with tears, Zhichun still stared intently at Qin Yiguan.

Qin Yiguan's gaze slowly turned cold, his teeth clenched, and a cracking sound came from Zhichun's neck in his palm.

At this critical moment of life and death.

Suddenly, an unknown folk song drifted from outside the door.

"A single seed..."

"Jump into the dirt..."

"Next spring..."

"It turned into a seedling..."

"Old man, I'm tilling the land..."

"So that we can have enough to eat..."

"When I die, and turn into dust..."

But then he saw Lao De lying in the chair, his body swaying slightly. His eyes were closed, and although he was weak and listless, his tone carried a special kind of infectiousness, telling a story of tenderness and the vicissitudes of time.

"My family..."

"Don't be sad..."

"Those little seedlings in the field..."

"It's the old man..."

"The fields remain, new seedlings replace the old..."

"I'm an old man, I'll never die..."

"A single seed..."

"Jump into the dirt..."

The folk song grew softer and softer, and then a snapping sound came from inside the courtyard, signaling its complete cessation.

Lao De's ever-present eye bag pot fell to the ground, the embers of Mars scattered across the floor before quickly going out, turning to ashes and being blown away by the wind.

Splash!

Zhichun, who had been holding the basket, dropped it to the ground, and the red beans inside bounced and scattered all over the ground.

Her eyes became clear, but were still streaked with tears, "Grandpa..."