Tang Zheng saw the two people unharmed, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Is the old man okay?"

"He’s still the same, just lying there."

The old woman answered.

A weak cough came from the room.

Tang Zheng nodded, leaped up, and headed towards another house.

The two old women exchanged a glance.

Kill or not?

Tang Zheng consecutively checked over a dozen households, and the people in the nearby houses were all already dead.

The cause of death was identical.

This is trouble!

Tang Zheng immediately took out the firestick, ready to light it.

However, suddenly, he felt his divine sense become blurred, and an extreme drowsiness arose.

It was like being cold, hungry, and working for seven days and nights straight, finally returning to a warm home, eating a full meal, and drinking a bowl of hot porridge that induced that kind of drowsiness.

His eyelids involuntarily closed.

But he knew something was wrong and desperately tried to stay awake.

The Dream Demon is after me!

What did I discover?

The short knife that had long been prepared in his sleeve stabbed hard into his own thigh.

The piercing pain instantly dispelled his drowsiness.

The firestick lit up, and the fire arrow shot into the sky.

But it only flew a dozen feet before it seemed to hit an obstruction and exploded.

Tang Zheng didn’t care about the firestick; as soon as he sent it up, he swallowed ten elixir pills given by Fang Che all at once and started desperately running.

Taking all these pills at once could burst his body, but Tang Zheng had no other choice.

The demon had already struck at him, and with his cultivation, how could he escape the demon? Today was a sure-death scenario.

With the support of these pills, even if his spiritual power ran out, he could last a few more steps and shout a bit louder.

He ran and shouted hysterically.

The sound thundered like a storm, spreading far and wide.

"I am Guardian Tang Zheng!"

"I am Guardian Tang Zheng!"

"I am Tang Zheng!"

A wave of intense drowsiness kept attacking, and as he ran, he continued to stab himself with the knife, one cut after another.

He had feared bleeding the most all his life, yet now his blood was gushing out.

But he felt no fear at all!

He continued running like the wind.

I discovered it!

Everyone was dead, except for those three old folks!

I discovered them!

I am the Guardian! I must get the message out!

If I die, no one will know about them.

The effect of the pills began to blaze within him, spiritual power continuously evaporating in his body, supporting him.

He stabbed himself desperately with one hand while running with both legs.

But with his other hand, he grabbed his own blood, reached inside his garment, and wrote on his undershirt.

The three old neighbors are demons!

He wanted to write these seven words, but in his running, in his muddled state, he didn’t know if what he wrote could be recognized.

But he hoped what he wrote could be recognized by someone.

He was very clear in his heart that he might not make it back alive, but his corpse might be discovered.

An even stronger wave of drowsiness washed over him, causing him to stagger, nearly collapsing to the ground; in such a strong drowsiness, falling meant he would definitely sleep immediately!

He stabbed hard at his waist, twisting the blade in his muscle, stirring it to create extreme pain!

"I am the Guardian!"

Tang Zheng shouted heroically.

He ran wildly.

Everything in front of him became blurry.

He could barely see the road, his eyes so drowsy they were unfocused, but he kept running.

Behind him, a sinister voice spoke, "Oh, this coward runs pretty fast."

A fierce gust of wind descended from the sky, blocking Tang Zheng’s path and imprisoning his body; with a crack, a blow landed on Tang Zheng’s back, breaking his spine, and he crashed to the ground.

His internal organs were nearly all turned to shreds.

Blood spurted out of his mouth in gushes.

"I am the Guardian...

He crawled forward, but his eyes couldn’t withstand the overwhelming drowsiness and slowly closed.

Tang Zheng roared in anger, twisted his fingers, and gouged a large piece of flesh from his own thigh, roaring: "Useless!"

But the drowsiness still surged like a tide.

His eyelids slowly began to close.

A long howl came from afar, shaking the night sky, a loud shout.

"Tang Zheng!"

Tang Zheng’s spirit suddenly shook, he recognized it, it was Mr. Fang’s voice.

"Mr. Fang! Mr. Fang..."

He suddenly felt strength filling his body again, screaming miserably, shouting with all his might: "Mr. Fang! I am..."

Swish!

A black shadow was already above him, a heavy blow landed forcefully on his back, his head.

"Dead!"

The shadow never landed, spinning in the air and flying back.

She was very confident in her palm’s power; with this blow, not to mention a martial general whose spine was already broken, even a Martial King could be killed.

Back to the small yard.

"It’s over."

"A bit of a miscalculation."

"There’s nothing we could do, who would have thought the first batch of dead would be burnt up mostly, the Nightmare Soul didn’t get replenished, could only absorb from a short distance."

"We can only leave quickly."

"The master just released the Nightmare Soul, can’t move for now, but it’s fine, after they finish checking, it will take half a day, by then, we can leave and the master will be fine to act, won’t be too late, besides, there are no experts in Baiyun State. With your and my strength, it’s fine."

"That’s good. Do your best, the master hasn’t acted for many years, is indeed a bit anxious."