In the middle of the night, a bolt of lightning shot out from the clouds and landed on the small square outside Carefree Restaurant without any warning, giving the surrounding people a fright.
The moment the lightning disappeared, the iron masked man appeared there, holding Xia Pingan's hand.
The police had already set up a blockade outside Carefree Restaurant.
The iron masked man had brought Xia Pingan here using the Lightning Escape technique. It was too exhilarating. To Xia Pingan, it was like riding a super roller coaster. Amidst the roaring of the lightning, his whole body went up and down. After a few seconds of dizziness, he had already rushed over.
The iron masked man's ability was indeed amazing.
"Who is it?" Seeing the sudden appearance of the lightning and the two people behind it, a few policemen immediately surrounded them.
Xia Pingan took out the inspector token that he carried with him and flashed it at the policemen. The policemen's attitude changed and they immediately retreated.
Xia Pingan didn't say much. He directly passed through the blockade with the iron masked man and went up to Carefree Restaurant.
A patrol team from the Judgement Army had already surrounded the place. Xia Pingan revealed his identity. The team leader of the Judgement Army looked at Xia Pingan's token and asked, "Isn't this Donggang District? Sir, were you investigating Master Shuiyue's case?"
"No, this person owes me a lot of money. I heard that something happened, so I came over to take a look and confirm if he ran away. Brother, please make things easy for me!" Xia Pingan said.
"Oh!" Hearing Xia Pingan's words, the Judgement Army team didn't stop them. They just made things easy for Xia Pingan and the iron masked man to go upstairs.
The smell in Carefree Restaurant was a little pungent, with an indescribable stench. There was a pool of pus outside Carefree Restaurant, and a pool of pus inside Carefree Restaurant.
The two of them came directly to the pool of pus and blood in Carefree Inn. Xia Pingan frowned slightly as he looked at the pool of pus and blood.
Child of Fortune had arrived here earlier than the two of them, so Xia Pingan already knew everything that had happened here. Just a moment ago, Master Shuiyue and the manservant beside her in Carefree Restaurant had suddenly turned into pus and blood under the watchful eyes of everyone, scaring the people who had come here to check on their dreams. They hurriedly called the police, and the small team of Judgement Army who had received the news also hurried over.
After the investigation, the Judgement Army team found that there were no traces of a Summoner here. The two pools of pus and blood were suspected to be poisoned.
The iron-masked man squatted in front of a puddle of pus and blood, carefully examining it. He stood up and said to Xia Pingan, "This is a strong poison called Ecstasy. The poisoned person's Divine Soul, bones, and blood will dissolve little by little, leaving nothing behind!"
Xia Pingan nodded. He looked around Carefree Restaurant, but didn't find any other clues. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The Nightmare still escaped.
This Master Shuiyue and her manservant who had turned into pus and blood was definitely one of the puppets controlled by the Nightmare.
The Nightmare allowed this Master Shuiyue to use his identity and appearance to swindle people in Shang Jing City. The Nightmare was remotely controlling him, and in Shang Jing City, the Nightmare should have other identities and hiding places that wouldn't be easily exposed.
The Nightmare's cunning was beyond imagination.
Once he discovered that his whereabouts had been exposed, the Nightmare immediately cut off his tail to survive, making this Master Shuiyue directly "self-destruct". Even Child of Fortune couldn't find any trace of the Nightmare.
This also indirectly proved that the sword he had thrown didn't kill the Nightmare.
The Nightmare's tracks that they had just caught were cut off just like that.
But this time, it wasn't all for nothing. At least the Nightmare wouldn't be able to hide so easily. The Nightmare had lost his right hand in the Spiritual Realm, so in the future, no matter what the Nightmare did, his right hand should be crippled. No elixir could save it. This way, it would be easier to find the Nightmare.
Xia Pingan and the iron-masked man then left Carefree Restaurant and strolled on the street outside.
"That Master Shuiyue really owes you a lot of money?" The iron-masked man asked. In fact, until now, the iron-masked man still didn't know why Xia Pingan had hurried here after waking up from the secret room.
"It's fake!" Xia Pingan said without hesitation, "The real Master Shuiyue is the Nightmare. The dead one is a puppet!"
The iron-masked man slightly sucked in a breath of cold air, "The Nightmare?"
"Yes!"
"You were in the underground secret room for the past few days. I was worried that you wouldn't wake up. How did you know?" The iron-masked man asked incredulously.
"So, why do you think I didn't wake up for the past few days? I fought with the Nightmare in my dream and chopped off one of his hands. In the future, if you see someone without a right hand, pay more attention. That person might be the Nightmare. Keep this information to yourself. I'll keep it a secret for now!" Xia Pingan shrugged and smiled. He rubbed his stomach, "Let's go. Let's find a place and I'll treat you to something. I haven't eaten for a few days. I'm starving!"
The iron-masked man gave Xia Pingan a deep look. He felt that Xia Pingan was too unfathomable.
The two found a restaurant nearby. Xia Pingan ordered a table of dishes and wolfed them down.
Xia Pingan looked normal. However, the iron-masked man still noticed that Xia Pingan's expression was slightly different from usual. When he was eating, Xia Pingan was unusually calm. He wasn't as casual as usual. His gaze would occasionally become deep, as if he was thinking about something.
The matter of the Nightmare was indeed not over. Furthermore, there was still a tail. Xia Pingan had to carefully consider the consequences of the Blood Demon Church knowing that he could enter the Spiritual Realm. This time, although he had temporarily removed the threat of the Nightmare, from a certain extent, he had also completely exposed himself to the Blood Demon Church.
Xia Pingan had to face it carefully.
The death of Master Shuiyue, on this night, other than causing some waves in the circle of dream masters in Shang Jing City, there wasn't much movement. After the investigation by the Judgement Army, they came to the conclusion that she committed suicide by taking poison. Not many people cared about it.
The resources of the Judgement Army were limited. The death of a deceiving dream master was not considered a big deal in Shang Jing City.
After finishing his meal with the iron-masked man, Xia Pingan once again returned to the small courtyard he rented. He calculated the time and realized that the assassin that the Huang Family had hired to kill him would probably arrive in Shang Jing City within these two days.
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Two days later, at the pier of Shang Jing City's East Harbor District …
"Woo woo woo …" Amidst the loud and clear sound of the steam whistle, a ten thousand ton Azure Sky passenger ship slowly docked at a berth at the pier.
After the passenger ship docked, the passengers on the passenger ship were like a flood that had been released from a dam. They carried large and small bags of luggage and surged down from the passenger ship.
Such a scene could be seen at the pier every day.
The bustling Shang Jing City attracted countless people to this city every day.
A man in his thirties, thin and frail, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses, looked refined, and struggled to carry an old leather suitcase. He was wearing a short gray jacket, and he was also squeezing into the crowd, carrying his suitcase and rushing out.
Anyone who saw that man would not pay too much attention to him. At first glance, that man gave people the impression that he was an ordinary person who came to Shang Jing City to escape life. He could be an ordinary accountant or a small clerk.
There were many such people in Shang Jing City. They came to Shang Jing City with all kinds of beautiful dreams, wanting to make a fortune and stand out. However, not long after, this city would let them understand the hardships of life — the underground rooms that were shared by a group of people, the dark and small buildings that were leaking noisily, as well as the burdensome low income life, staying up late, working overtime, and the long hours of suffering on the way to and from work every day. Within a few years, the last trace of enthusiasm in them would be squeezed out and they would leave this city dejectedly. Then, new people would continue to come …
That man carried his suitcase and finally walked out of the harbor.
Looking at the city in front of him, a cold light flashed across the man's eyes, and a strange smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth — It had been a long time since he accepted a job from Shang Jing City. This time, the reward was high, and the target was only a small envoy inspector. This task was not difficult.
However, the client was really rich since he wanted to take on a small envoy inspector of the Judgment Army himself.
Looking at the surging crowd around him, the cold light in the man's eyes and the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared in the blink of an eye. He blended into the crowd and walked out of the gate of the harbor.
The moment the man walked out of the harbor, two people naturally walked over from the side of the gate and naturally held his arms.
The man was stunned and looked at the person holding his left arm — that person was wearing an iron mask. He could not see his face clearly, but his aura was cold and powerful.
The man holding his right arm was in his forties. His face was thin, his cheekbones were prominent, the skin on his face was rough and dark, and his hooked nose looked particularly sinister and ruthless. The aura on his body was also terrifying, and he was staring at him with a gloating and cruel expression.
"Ah, who are you? I don't know you. I have no money. I want to take the bus, not the carriage …" The man whose arm was being held pretended to be panicked and said.
The iron-masked man who was holding his left arm only moved his fingers, and a faint blue electric arc drilled into his body from his hand, causing his whole body to be completely paralyzed. As for the guy who was looking at him with a cruel and gloating expression, he directly sealed his secret mandala with a Spirit-Controlling Needle.
He did not even have a chance to resist.
"Heh heh heh, you're quite good at pretending. It doesn't matter, you'll soon know who we are …" Yan Xi laughed strangely.
A black carriage came from the side and stopped at the side of the road. The door of the carriage opened, and Xia Pingan was sitting in the carriage with a smile on his face and a glass of red wine in his hand. He then looked at the man whose arm was being held by the iron mask man and Yan Xi with a sympathetic expression.
When the man saw Xia Pingan, his face finally changed. He had seen this face on the portrait of the task, but it was impossible for him to run away.
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