What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

He looked at the two men, waved his remaining left hand, and signaled his subordinates to begin the attack.

The moment the gesture was made, the dozen or so members of the Sleepy Church who had taken up positions beforehand began their attack.

From the day they began to believe in the Lord of the Sleeping, these believers have been conducting continuous combat training in their dreams, dying hundreds or thousands of times, and their coordination with each other is now almost flawless.

Even if elites from the Special Affairs Bureau came, they would find it difficult to do anything in the face of such a situation.

But all of this is predicated on them having firearms and various superior equipment.

However, tonight, in order to complete the mission and take the two men away alive, they were not carrying guns, but only a sharp enough dagger.

"I mentioned it during the day."

Lin Mushi looked at the enemies attacking from all directions, and was surprisingly calm, even having room to speak.

Just before the blade fell, she seemingly casually raised her hand.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose.

The tranquil rainy night, shrouded in dreams, was suddenly shattered by a violent gust of wind, tearing the eerie silence to shreds.

A fierce wind howled past, echoing in front of Lin Mushi, like an invisible giant hammer that struck the attacking enemy, producing a thunderous roar.

The siege was broken in an instant.

Amidst the sound of rain, faint cries of pain could be heard.

If it weren't for the need to leave survivors for later interrogation to uncover the truth, the dozen or so people lying on the ground would already be dead.

Lin Mushi remained calm and said seriously to Gu Yuqiu, "You don't know me. Actually, I'm quite fierce."

As a highly special department, the Special Affairs Bureau is directly related to social security, and every order it issues is carefully considered in advance.

Just as she said, the strength of the Church of the Sleeping Demons lies in their unpredictability; their ability to engage in direct combat at lower levels relies more on firearms.

Lin Mushi's abilities are quite effective against light weapons, which is why she took on the responsibility of protecting Gu Yuqiu on her own.

Gu Yuqiu was unaware of this, because she had never worried about her safety.

She raised an eyebrow slightly and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm really scared right now."

Lin Mushi was stunned and almost couldn't speak. She thought to herself, "How come I didn't see that you were scared?"

Gu Yuqiu knew what she was thinking, and seeing her forcibly maintain a cold demeanor, he found her even more interesting.

Lin Mushi didn't want to talk to her anymore and looked at Mr. Zhuo not far away.

"Consider this a greeting."

She calmly asked, "Would you like to fight me next, so that these people won't come here to die anymore?"

Mr. Zhuo did not answer the question, but simply released his right hand.

The next moment, the rain suddenly intensified.

Listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the asphalt road, Lin Mushi frowned slightly, her expression gradually becoming puzzled.

Just then, she saw a scene she never expected.

Countless ghosts rose from the rain, transforming into dense black shadows that floated above Mr. Zhuo, blocking the light from the streetlights.

Mr. Zhuo smiled and said to her, "Please."

Lin Mushi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What... what's going on?"

This question was naturally not directed at Mr. Zhuo.

"The premise of using dreams to overwrite reality is that one's own dreams have been solidified."

Gu Yuqiu said calmly, "These ghosts were people he killed, forcibly dragged into his dream, and left behind to serve as tools."

……

……

On a rainy night, a hundred ghosts roamed the land, and someone mingled among them, happier than any of the ghosts.

Upon hearing the answer, Lin Mushi remained silent, recalling a particular saying.

Then she looked at Mr. Zhuo again and realized that what he said was true. She whispered to Gu Yuqiu, "Think of a way to escape."

After saying this, she stepped out from under the umbrella that Gu Yuqiu was holding and into the rain.

She tilted her head back slightly, letting the winter rain wet her face, and then slowly wiped it away with the back of her hand.

Raindrops clung to her brows, and her black hair clung to her face, yet she showed no signs of distress; instead, she exuded a chilling beauty.

"bring it on."

Lin Mushi looked at Mr. Zhuo as if she were looking at her last moments, her expression resolute.

As soon as she finished speaking, an invisible wind once again surrounded her, completely keeping the rain out.

Mr. Zhuo remained expressionless, clenching his fist as if preparing to strike.

……

……

Just before the countless ghosts surged in like a tide and completely engulfed Lin Mushi, a mocking voice suddenly reached her ears.

"You'll die."

Without anyone noticing, Gu Yuqiu took the girl's hand and kept her by his side.

Lin Mushi didn't turn around to look at her, and tried to break free, saying, "This is my duty."

"It seems your memory isn't very good."

Gu Yuqiu sighed and said, "I've said it before, I'm very good at dealing with the people of the Sleeping Church."

As she spoke, she stood in front of Lin Mushi, facing the approaching horde of ghosts.

The dim light fell on her face.

The cold wind was still howling, stirring her flowing silver hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall, making her look like a dream.

Lin Mushi stared at her retreating figure, momentarily stunned.

Chapter 15: Chapter Fifteen I Didn't Say You Could Leave

On top of a tall building.

A white cat perched on the windowsill, looking down at the street below, its cold eyes filled with mockery.

Overlaying reality with dreams is indeed a powerful ability, but it means nothing to it.

To block its view using such methods, it would require either the Pope of the Church of the Sleeping to intervene, or the Lord of the Sleeping to descend in person.

Therefore, it had always seen what had happened before very clearly, and thought to itself, "You dare to use a dead person to deal with her? That's just wishful thinking."

The white cat thought disdainfully, its azure eyes suddenly turning as it gazed into the distance.

The flashing police lights pierced through the rain and entered its eyes as it rushed to the scene at great speed, but due to Mr. Zhuo's situation, it seemed that it would take several more minutes.

It withdrew its gaze and looked down again, just in time to see the ghosts surging like a tide, engulfing everything in their path.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment.

next moment.

A crack suddenly appeared in the wave of ghosts, and it kept widening, as if it had encountered a reef that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and the only way to break it apart was to separate them.

Thus, countless waves were created, but in the end, only nothingness remained.

Compared to the overwhelming tide of ghosts, Gu Yuqiu was just a tiny black dot.

But the Kuroshio Current was separated because of her.

……

……

The waves began to recede, and countless ghosts turned into black mist and dissipated in the air.

The sounds of everything faded away once more, and the rainy night was serene.

The streetlights illuminated the dead members of the Church of the Sleeping Dead. They lay on the ground, gazing at the sky, their eyes still filled with shock that lingered for a long time.

The whole scene was still so dark, but it didn't feel gloomy or scary. Instead, it had a sacred feeling.

It's like those oil paintings in religions that depict the great deeds of gods.

As Lin Mushi pondered these thoughts, she watched Gu Yuqiu's retreating figure with difficulty, and suddenly an idea came to her.

Perhaps it's because you really resemble a god at this moment?

……

……

Compared to Lin Mushi, who was barely maintaining her composure, Mr. Zhuo's eyes had already widened.

He didn't use his full strength in that attack, naturally because he wanted to capture the two alive, but the result shouldn't have been like this.

Gu Yuqiu ignored these things.

She raised her hand, pulled off her cumbersome trench coat, took the hair tie from Lin Mushi's hand, tied up her disheveled silver hair, and walked forward.

The howling wind continued, scattering the raindrops like flowers.

Her silver hair, tied into a ponytail, fluttered in the wind.

Lin Mushi hurriedly caught the trench coat, and looking at her back, she still felt a sense of unreality.

She bit her lower lip lightly, forcing herself to calm down, and saw that the black tide was re-condensing, only much thinner than before.

A dagger suddenly leaped up from the ground and landed in Gu Yuqiu's hand.

Mr. Zhuo coughed, not bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and looked at her, asking, "Who exactly are you?"

Now that things have come to this, he has long realized that tonight is a trap, but he simply cannot understand why Gu Yuqiu is so sure that he will take the risk.

The Church of the Sleeping Souls has always maintained a low profile. Among the forces that came to seize the relics left behind by that person, they are the only ones who were assessed as having come to fish in troubled waters and were ready to retreat at any time.

Otherwise, no matter how short-handed they were, the Special Affairs Bureau wouldn't have sent two newcomers to face an extraordinary organization.