Chapter 307
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Chapter 307: Hunting Delirious Whispers
Black crows circled in the sky, letting out piercing cries.
Lin Qiye walked through the dilapidated path, emerging from between two low houses. When he saw the figure crouched in the clearing, he sighed helplessly.
“You’ve come barging into my dream again,” Lin Qiye said slowly.
In the clearing, Wu Laogou, dressed in a patient’s gown, did not turn around. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on a slash mark on the ground, as though he were seeing some scene; a hint of sorrow flickered in his clouded eyes.
“Here… this is the deepest part of your dream,” Wu Laogou said in a voice that sounded aged. “Someone very important to you died here, didn’t they?”
Lin Qiye shifted his gaze away from the familiar low house in the distance and looked at the clearing before him. His mind seemed to return to that rainy night, once again seeing the figure gripping a blade in the downpour…
“Yes.”
After a long pause, Lin Qiye nodded.
“So, you’ve been entering my dreams again and again just to come here?” Lin Qiye frowned. “What exactly are you trying to do?”
“I just wanted to see whether we’re the same kind of people.” Wu Laogou slowly stood up and turned to look at Lin Qiye. The cloudiness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a deep, time-worn gaze.
It was the first time Lin Qiye had seen Wu Laogou stand up from his crouch and speak to him like a normal person.
“And the result?”
“Yes.” Wu Laogou nodded slightly, speaking with conviction. “We are the same kind.”
Lin Qiye studied Wu Laogou for a long moment before slowly asking, “What exactly happened between you and the [Spirit Medium] Squad?”
Wu Laogou froze, as though some memory had surfaced. Pain flickered in his eyes. He shook his head. “I can’t tell you…”
“Then let me ask a different question.” Lin Qiye spoke again. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Here?”
“The Fasting Ward.”
“I don’t.”
Wu Laogou shook his head without the slightest hesitation.
“Why?”
“Someone out there wants to kill me,” Wu Laogou said calmly. “I can’t die yet…”
Seeing how firmly Wu Laogou refused, Lin Qiye gave up on recruiting him, though his suspicions only deepened. Someone wants to kill him out there? Who? The [Spirit Medium] Squad?
“But if you want to leave, I can help you.” Just as Lin Qiye was lost in thought, Wu Laogou suddenly spoke.
Lin Qiye paused in surprise. “Why would you help me?”
“You shouldn’t be trapped here,” Wu Laogou said, shaking his head. “You don’t belong in this place.”
He continued, “But leaving the Fasting Ward isn’t so simple… We have to wait for the right moment.”
“When will that moment come?”
“I don’t know.”
Lin Qiye looked at Wu Laogou, unable to tell whether he was faking insanity or truly afflicted.
“When the time comes, I’ll let you know,” Wu Laogou said, patting him on the shoulder.
In the next second, the surroundings shattered, and Lin Qiye’s consciousness rapidly returned to his body…
…
Thousands of miles away.
Amid a desolate desert, gales whipped the rolling yellow sands into the air. Deep in this uncharted wasteland, a vast sandstorm blotted out the sun.
Suddenly, the space in the storm’s path distorted. A figure in a black tailcoat appeared out of thin air, turning to look at the center of the sandstorm with a slight frown.
“A pack of annoying hyenas…”
Yiyu snorted coldly. A shimmering radiance spread out from the space around him, causing his form to blur and vanish…
In the next instant, seven thick silver pillars tore through the clouds, plummeting from the sky. Arcs of electricity danced between those seven pillars and converged with pinpoint precision on Yiyu’s body.
Yiyu’s pupils contracted sharply.
Boom—!!!
The seven silver pillars, brimming with thunder, struck the vast desert like a hammer of the storm god. The shockwave slammed head-on into the nearby sandstorm, producing a deep, mournful roar.
The entire desert trembled violently.
“Cough… Cough…” Yiyu reappeared a hundred meters from the seven silver pillars, head lowered as he coughed violently. His black tailcoat was scorched and covered in sand, making him look quite battered.
Behind him, the seven silver columns were embedded deep in the sand. Only half of each remained exposed to the air, but even that half alone rose to well over a dozen stories in height.
Rolling yellow sand shimmered beneath the harsh sunlight, the silver pillars faintly glowing.
Sizzle—!
An arc of electricity connected the seven pillars. In the next moment, seven figures draped in black cloaks with large hoods emerged from the surge of lightning, silently standing atop the pillars. Their heads were bowed, the wide hoods hiding each face in shadow, silent as a band of cold adjudicators.
[Spirit Medium].
Yiyu stood in the desert, disheveled. He raised his head to look at the seven black silhouettes, venomous hatred flickering in his eyes. “Two years… You’ve been hunting me for two entire years! What do you people want?!”
The seven figures atop the silver pillars were as motionless as statues. After a long silence, they all uttered a single chilling syllable in unison.
“Kill—!”
That one word changed everything. Beneath the dim sky, a violent gale sprang into being, sending the sand around Yiyu into a sudden whirl. At the same time, razor-edged wind blades shot out from the storm, cutting straight toward Yiyu’s face.
His expression looked grim to the extreme. A shimmering prismatic glow briefly flared around him before dimming into a deep black vortex that appeared at his side, swallowing all the wind blades.
He glared at the figures before him. After a moment, he chuckled coldly. “Fine. If you insist on driving me to the brink… then I’ll give you a grand parting gift!”
With that, he stomped the ground hard. An illusory radiance rippled over the sand, and more than a dozen thick nightmare tentacles burst forth, lashing at the silver pillars in a flash.
Lightning flared!
Fierce thunderbolts streaked from the seven pillars, cutting down every nightmare tentacle in the blink of an eye. When the nightmares finally vanished, Yiyu’s form had likewise disappeared without a trace.
“He’s headed toward the southeastern seas,” a low voice sounded from beneath a hood.
Atop the seven pillars, the leading man narrowed his eyes, gazing in the direction where Yiyu had fled. An expression of puzzlement crossed his face.
“The southeastern seas…”
Then, as though he had just realized something, his expression shifted dramatically.
“Damn.”