Chapter 1

Boom boom boom!

Explosions echoed through the forest as towering trees, several people could wrap their arms around, snapped and crashed to the ground one after another.

"Let me go, let me go, ahhh!!"

A man in a white leather coat, his face covered in nails, stumbled and fell, screaming, desperately grabbing at fallen leaves and vines.

The fingernails on his ten fingers peeled off and bled from the excessive force,

but it did nothing to stop himself from being dragged backward by his ankle.

"Let you go? How could I do that? Didn't you say you wanted to peel my skin off and make a coat? And that you wanted to drink my brains raw, with a side of liver and lungs?"

Li Ang, holding the man's ankle, continued walking forward, casually saying, "My Fuwa Huanhuan has a good temper, but she's not without one.

Someone, feed this young master some dirt!"

"Yes!"

Miss Chai immediately popped out of Li Ang's chest, floated in mid-air, gave the nail-faced man an eerie smile, took the [Swiss Army Knife 300] that Li Ang handed over, unfolded the knife's shovel,

and with a "heave-ho," scooped up the fallen leaves and dirt from the ground, pried open the man's mouth, forcibly stuffed the dirt in, and patted the back of his mouth with the shovel, forcing the man to chew.

"Eat! Eat up!"

Li Ang waved his hand and laughed, "Tell me, are you still threatening me?"

The nail-faced man in the leather coat, his mouth full of dirt, tears welling up in his eyes, shook his head frantically.

Li Ang glared. "Why are you crying? It looks to me like you're dissatisfied. Come on, keep feeding him!"

"Yes!"

Miss Chai cheerfully continued to shovel dirt and stuff it into the man's mouth.

When he refused to chew, she smashed his teeth with the shovel, and with a "wah," he spat out blood mixed with broken teeth, fallen leaves, and dirt.

Li Ang, his hands in his pockets, looking like a "dynamic social organization" boss from the legends, leaned forward slightly, looked down at the man, and asked, "Is the dirt tasty?"

"Tasty,"

The man, his teeth all broken, was in tears, and under Miss Chai's threatening gaze, chewed the dirt bit by bit, answering in a muffled voice, "So tasty..."

"If it's tasty, have some more."

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, threatening like a gangster, "I saw you squatting under a tree in the forest just now, eating something? Was it some kind of spiritual mushroom or ginseng? Come on, hand it over."

The man quickly shook his head. "No! Really, I don't! I was..."

Li Ang glared. "Huh?"

"..."

The other party was silent for a moment, and quietly weeping, he groped in the lining pocket of his leather coat for something, placed it in his trembling palm, and showed it to Li Ang.

It was a piece of chewed, pale skin, with vaguely visible Japanese tattoos remaining.

The man weakly lifted a corner of his leather coat and explained to Li Ang, "I haven't eaten anything for many days, so I can only take some material from the leather coat..."

"Ugh, you're disgusting, go die!"

The scythe flashed, a fine head flew into the sky, and before it could land, it had turned to ashes and scattered.

"Bad luck."

Li Ang shook his head, rubbed the scythe blade on the tree bark, casually took a pale crystal from the groove in the handle, and threw it to Miss Chai, without looking at the leather coat left on the ground, he turned and walked toward the vehicle in the distance.

Wanli Fengdao and the others sitting in the car saw Li Ang return, and for a moment they couldn't quite adapt.

In the space of an hour, this brother had strangled more than a dozen evil spirits in the forest, with an average combat time of three minutes per evil spirit, which was less than the time he spent "interrogating" them.

Come to think of it, the few of them had encountered many players in the Killing Game.

There were those who were tranquil and composed, unfazed by changes;

there were those who were addicted to killing, tyrannical and cruel;

there were those who were morbidly extreme, insane and deranged;

there were those who were cowardly and afraid of battle, hesitant and indecisive.

But, they had never seen anyone like Brother Li, who liked to "mingle" with evil spirits, and would even actively seek out traces of them like a porcelain碰瓷 enthusiast.

I knew you weren't normal back in Guhan Temple.

"All dealt with."

Li Ang pulled open the rear door of the car, jumped in, and greeted his companions in the car, "There shouldn't be any more evil spirits in the forest. Let's drive."

Wanli Fengdao noticed that the Shui Yan (water nightmare) bound by iron chains hadn't followed, and must have met a tragic end, so he silently turned the key, started the engine, and looked at Xing Hechou in the passenger seat and asked, "Old Xing, which way?"

"Head left first."

Xing Hechou looked at his pocket watch and directed the vehicle.

Li Ang took out the Hive and summoned the scattered reconnaissance bee soldiers to fly back from all over the forest.

The various models of bee soldiers had very good endurance, far surpassing ordinary drones, and could fly continuously for several hours at maximum speed.

If they exceeded that time, they would have to fly back to the hive to eat honey and replenish their energy.

Li Ang's future plan was to continue specializing the structure of the bee soldiers, degenerate some parts, and load all the excess body mass with specialized organs.

Some bee soldiers would even be unable to eat independently, and rely on other bee soldier types to feed them.

Like modern fighter jets, they could coordinate with aerial refueling tankers to replenish fuel during flight,

in order to expand their cruising radius.

Li Ang finished collecting all the bee soldiers, bent down and pulled down the rear door of the car, blocking the outside wind and rain, and after settling down, stretched and asked Xing Hechou, "By the way, Brother Xing, after we get out of this forest, how long will it take to get to the next scenario?"

"This..."

Xing Hechou hesitated. "I'm not very sure.

According to the think tank, this layer of Sheng Nan Wang's collective unconscious is full of urban legends.

The spatial distribution does not follow the physical laws of the real world, and we have to measure it in terms of 'areas' rather than 'distance.'"

Wanli Fengdao raised an eyebrow. "Areas?"

"Yes."

Xing Hechou nodded. "You can think of this layer of the collective unconscious as a giant round cake, with different types of urban legends distributed on the cake.

Each type is clustered in the same corner, like different areas of the cake.

Legends related to desert highways, legends related to urban life, legends related to mountains and fields,

The passage to the next layer should be in the center of the dream. The closer you get to the center, the more obvious the difference between the areas becomes, and the legends that appear there will be more threatening."

Wanli Fengdao grinned. "Haha, then I hope the next area is related to fancy cars and beautiful women."

Xing Hechou slowly shook his head. "Judging from the Slit-Mouthed Woman that appeared in this forest, the next area

is likely to be an urban legend based on Japanese island culture..."