'This woman …'
Fang Xian carefully looked at the woman in front of him.
Her facial features were very delicate. Her skin was as white as milk and as delicate as silk. Coupled with her figure, she was indeed a rare beauty.
However, this was not the reason why she attracted his attention.
'This woman … Something's wrong … I felt a mysterious power the moment she fell asleep!'
Transcendents' mysterious power was deeply hidden. If they did not deliberately reveal it, or if there was a huge difference in level, or if there was a special screening method, it would be very difficult to discover.
Fang Xian only reacted when the woman fell asleep and a trace of mysterious power leaked out.
'Transcendents! [Despicable Pottery]? Or [Ancient Copper]? '
He looked at the red-haired woman and found that there was something wrong with her expression.
Her originally calm breathing suddenly became rapid, and her relaxed expression became tense. Her eyes under her eyelids moved around as if she was having a nightmare.
However, she could not wake up!
"This lady?"
Fang Xian called out softly and kicked the woman's deerskin boots.
The red-haired woman did not respond at all, as if she was still immersed in a nightmare.
Fang Xian frowned. He was sure that even if he gave her a slap, he might not be able to wake her up.
Moreover, if he raised his voice, it would definitely attract the attention of the people around and the train attendants, and he would be labeled as a pervert.
'Forget it … Even if I saved her, she might not be grateful to me. It might even cause a lot of trouble …'
He rolled his eyes. Although this woman made him want to study a little, it was still too much trouble.
Therefore, Fang Xian chose to continue pretending to sleep.
…
"Lunch is provided …"
After some time, the train attendant pushed the dining cart through the aisle.
Fang Xian opened his eyes and stared at the red-haired woman's shadow on the ground.
The edge of the black shadow began to wriggle, and black shadow tentacles grew out …
'As expected … If it's not cultivation or meditation, something has happened!'
'This woman, could it be that the mysterious power has gone berserk and she's going to turn into a monster?'
'Damn it … I'm in front of her!'
Fang Xian thought seriously.
Hmm, as a world where supernatural powers manifested, large public transportation vehicles such as trains were equipped with specialized personnel to deal with sudden occurrences on the mystical side.
However, if he called the other party over, this matter might not be resolved smoothly. After all, everyone had their own specialties, and this woman's loss of control was obviously related to her soul.
It was actually very simple to save her. All he had to do was wake her up.
However, ordinary Transcendents might not be able to do it.
At most, he would get rid of her mutated monster and collect her corpse.
Moreover, as the person who reported the case, he would definitely be called in again and again to make a statement.
Fang Xian's eyes darkened. "A nightmare? Count yourself lucky! "
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
[Soul Exit]!
Fang Xian's entire body twitched. His real body seemed to have fallen asleep as his head tilted to the side.
At the same time, a translucent figure walked out of his body and curiously looked at the brand new world.
The Astral Body was equivalent to the Yin God of the East.
In the eyes of the soul, the world was so different.
Everything had lost its color, and only black and white constituted everything.
The surroundings suddenly became silent. The notes of the real world seemed to be unable to be transmitted to this world.
'Since it's a problem of the soul, it can only be solved in the soul …'
Fang Xian looked at the red-haired woman.
At this moment, he could see a layer of 'dark clouds' shrouding her stiff body.
That was a conceptual nightmare!
"Being chased by a mysterious power in the form of a nightmare?"
"From the fluctuations, it's a [Despicable Pottery]! Hmm … For a beginner-level apprentice like this, losing control of the mysterious power is the greatest danger, especially without the guidance of a teacher … "
Fang Xian touched the space between his eyebrows.
[Danger Premonition] did not give any warning, which meant that his next actions were not very dangerous.
Thinking of this, Fang Xian no longer hesitated. He pounced forward and entered the nightmare formed by the dark clouds.
…
The sky outside was gloomy.
Inside an ancient European-style stone castle.
"Iris Negus!"
"Iris!"
A hoarse and low voice echoed in the passage.
The source of the sound came from a two-meter-tall black dog. Its body was covered with sarcomas, and the sarcomas on both sides of its neck were even larger. A bloody hole was torn open, revealing a scarlet tongue. It was calling out Yi Rui's name in a human voice.
* Thud thud! *
Iris ran quickly, her face full of despair. "I fell asleep again … I fell into this nightmare again, being chased by a damn hound!"
The longer it dragged on, the more desperate it became for her to escape the dream.
* Crack! *
Suddenly, a wall beside her was destroyed, and a large number of stones flew.
The disgusting hound crawled out, its tongue making a very anthropomorphic sound. "Iris … I found you! Fuse with me … into one! "
"No!"
Iris hid behind a knight's armor, deftly dodging with the help of obstacles.
This was also her limit. After all, she was only an Extraordinaire of the [Despicable Pottery] level!
"I am your nightmare. We were originally one."
The black hound's voice suddenly became feminine, as if it was Iris's own voice.
"Rip!"
Its body split into three parts, and each part rapidly multiplied into its original form, surrounding Wang Zhong from different directions.
Iris was forced into a corner in despair, watching a black dog monster open its bloody mouth.
"Is this where you came from? Monster! "
Suddenly, she did not feel any pain, but she heard a voice.
Iris opened her eyes and saw a figure standing in front of her. A hound monster had been torn in half.
"Are you … the passenger opposite me?"
She asked in surprise, recognizing Fang Xian. "Are you also a Mystic?"
Fang Xian did not answer, only looking at the ground. The two halves of the hound's corpse that he had torn in half were rapidly melting, turning into a wriggling black goo.
The remaining two hounds growled threateningly. "Why … can you enter my dream?"
"Because you're a weakling!"
Fang Xian answered matter-of-factly. A layer of golden iron-like luster appeared on his spirit body, and he suddenly rushed forward.
"Poof!"
He was like an iron man with infinite strength. He did not care about combat skills at all, and directly used brute force to solve everything!
The first hound was sent flying by him, smashing into the wall and turning into a blurry meat patty.
The other hound bit down on his arm, its teeth grinding against each other, producing a jarring sound as its sharp teeth broke one by one.
"Puppy, are you trying to tickle me?"
Fang Xian turned his hand around, grabbed the huge dog's head, and twisted it violently.
"Smack!"
The huge monster's head was forcibly torn off by him.
Iris stared blankly at this scene, her expression dull.
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