Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Dreams are like illusions, both real and unreal, elusive and mysterious.

Like a maze, it is difficult to escape and understand.

"Dream control" refers to the ability of a determined person to discern whether the current world is realistic.

Even more powerful individuals can manipulate their own dreams, and even influence the dreams of others.

The beggar controls dreams, and in his dreams he possesses wealth and power, embraces beautiful women, is full of vigor, and smiles from ear to ear.

In reality, starving to death under a bridge in the cold winter wind is also a kind of death from comfort.

Like the Infinite Tsukuyomi, from a certain perspective, even if someone recognizes the illusion within it, they are unwilling to wake up.

Everything, the illusory world, was destined to shatter the moment Ye Jingchen grasped the tiger's paw and eagle's claw.

Ye Jingchen dodged the sharp, black eagle claws, grabbed its wrist, turned around, and threw the two-headed dragon corpse out with an over-the-shoulder throw!

"In reality, you beast, you can't beat me." Ye Jingchen stomped on the man's chest, leaned down slightly, and once again grabbed his spine, pulling hard. "In the illusion, you still can't beat me!"

The entire scene of the illusion, along with the characters within it—Jiang Cheng, Xia Mi, Norton, the old man…

As the dragon's spine, blood vessels, and muscles were torn out, they all shattered.

In the real world.

Ye Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the Western dragon head he was holding in his left hand.

The dragon's spine, not yet fully extracted, connects to the motor nerves of half the body. Its claws, covered with bluish-gray scales, are gripping the "bronze branch" that fell out of the water bell.

Ye Jingchen twisted his wrist with a sharp, inch-force motion, instantly pulling out the entire spine of the Western dragon's head.

Ye Jingchen swung the spine of the Western Dragon Head like a whip, instantly smashing the bronze branch held by the lizard dragon's claws to pieces!

Ye Jingchen turned his head and saw that Zhou Mingrui had just pulled out a pocket pistol from his sleeve, pointed it at Jiang Cheng's head, and was about to pull the trigger.

Ye Jingchen bent down, picked up the white mask from the ground, and put it on his face.

A flash of red light appeared in his left eye, transforming into a black vortex that distorted space, engulfing him entirely.

He then appeared in front of Zhou Mingrui in an instant!

When Zhou Mingrui saw a figure suddenly dart out in front of him, his pupils shrank instantly, and he quickly pulled the trigger to empty the magazine!

Although Zhou Mingrui's sleeve pistol was small in size, every bullet in the magazine was filled with mercury.

The moment the bullet enters the body of the dragon-blooded creature, the mercury inside the bullet will burst out, corroding the dragon-blooded creature's life force.

Ying Zheng raised his hand and lashed out with his dragon spine whip, sending seven mercury bullets flying.

The mercury bullet exploded the moment it collided with the spine of the Eastern Dragon Head, spreading out a silvery-white mist in the air.

Ying Zheng unleashed the Twin Dragon Spine, ensnaring Zhou Mingrui's body and moving towards him!

Ying Zheng's white mask gradually magnified in Zhou Mingrui's pupils, getting closer and closer.

Zhou Mingrui suddenly snorted coldly, a slight smile playing on his lips, and held a talisman in his hand.

Divination is a way of consulting the gods and spirits. Before taking action, Zhou Mingrui had consulted seven powerful deities, and each of them tacitly approved of his escape.

The divination results were all "Heaven and Earth in Opposition" (乾坤否卦), which is extremely inauspicious!

"Heaven, Earth, Suiren, Huaxu, Fuxi, Nuwa, Shennong."

"The seven gods have tacitly approved, but I object!"

"So what if you destroyed the two-headed dragon corpse?"

Zhou Mingrui flipped his hand and ignited the talisman in his palm. The talisman with yellow paper and red characters instantly turned to ashes!

Scattered in the wind, Zhou Mingrui instantly broke free from the restraints of the twin dragon spines and disappeared without a trace!

Ying Zheng's pupils darted left and right in their sockets as he looked around, but he couldn't find Zhou Mingrui anywhere. He murmured:

"Oh? It's a spatial ability after all. This talisman does have some use."

Ying Zheng turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, and instantly appeared in front of Jiang Cheng.

The dagger stuck in Jiang Cheng's neck was frantically drawing out silvery-white blood, which showed no signs of clotting.

Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed the dagger, pulling it out in one swift motion. The silvery-white blood on Jiang Cheng's neck stopped instantly!

Ying stared at the dagger in his hand. The dagger was hollow, with a long hole running through it from end to end.

There are four blood grooves on the blade, and dragon script is engraved in the grooves. These dragon scripts shimmer with a faint light, which is obviously the reason why the blood cannot coagulate.

Granulation tissue sprouted from the wound on Jiang Cheng's neck, rapidly healing the injury.

He covered his neck, restrained his aura, and the measuring ruler degenerated into its usual form as the God-Slaying Whip, turning into a short whip.

"Your Excellency, please kill Zhou Zhenyang, otherwise he will become a breeding ground for dead servants, producing them endlessly!" Jiang Cheng looked up at Ying Zheng and said.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng glanced around and realized that there were no more members of the Zhou family present; all of them had quietly left the residence.

Ying Zheng and Jiang Cheng were surrounded by a dark mass of assassins.

From the nine enormous bone spurs on Zhou Zhenyang's back, dead servants continued to sprout out!

The Deadpools gritted their teeth and brandished their claws, their dark claws reflecting the moonlight in the night.

The entire Zhou family compound has now been transformed into an arena, where a bloody feast is about to begin!

"Vroom!" The roar of an internal combustion engine came from outside the courtyard wall.

A black Maybach sped in, veering down the trapezoidal steel frame!

After landing, the car braked suddenly and swerved, the rear of the Maybach hitting and sending several Deadpools flying!

Chu Tianjiao, carrying the village rain bag, pushed open the car door and got out, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Wearing a black trench coat, he resembled a battle flag fluttering in the wind.

He glanced at Ying Zheng, who was wearing a white mask, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe. He silently tightened his grip on the Murasame sword.

Chu Zihang, with blue hair, wearing a white shirt and carrying a Glock pistol, also got out of the car and stood next to Chu Tianjiao, asking in a low voice:

"What's the situation now?"

Chu Tianjiao pursed his lips and flicked away his cigarette butt. "I don't know, let's take a look first."

These Deadpools here seem to have some intelligence.

A typical Deadpool, upon seeing fresh flesh, would charge headlong into the human realm without hesitation.

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded and released the safety on his Glock pistol.

Jiang Cheng merely glanced at Chu Tianjiao and his son before turning to Ying Zheng and saying:

"I cannot divine that the causal relationship between these two people in the world has been interfered with, just like yours."

"Whatever." Ying Zheng's entire body became ethereal as he charged towards Zhou Zhenyang, who had transformed into a breeding ground for Dead Servants.

With a series of cracking sounds, wherever Ying Zheng went, the dead servants who blocked his path were all turned into a pile of minced meat.

Upon seeing this, Chu Tianjiao instantly drew his Murasame sword and rushed towards the Death Servant, saying, "Son, it seems they are not enemies."

Go and cover the wounded soldier.

I'm going to help that masked kid relieve some pressure.

"Word of Power: Time Zero!"

Chu Tianjiao vanished from his spot and instantly appeared in front of a Deadpool. He swung Murasame and chopped off the Deadpool's head with a single blow!

"Roger that!" Chu Zihang, gun in both hands, quickly ran towards Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng looked at the blue-haired boy with a face full of doubt and muttered, "How could there be someone who doesn't have a causal connection?"

This blue-haired boy doesn't seem to have much strength...

Chu Zihang walked up to Jiang Cheng, looked at the wounds on Jiang Cheng's white-haired, youthful face and the silver bloodstains on his clothes, and muttered to himself, "Hmm? His blood is silvery-white?"

With his back to Jiang Cheng, Chu Zihang warily pointed his gun at the assassins and turned to say:

"are you OK?"

"It's nothing serious." Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head, saying to Chu Zihang, "Young man, don't easily entrust your back to others, especially since I'm a stranger."

Chu Zihang was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded and said:

"Okay, thanks for the reminder."

It was still that same cold, expressionless face.

Ying Zheng arrived in front of Zhou Zhenyang, who had now transformed into a colossal figure.

Standing over 5 meters tall, its body is almost entirely dragon-like, covered in bluish-black scales.

It has a pair of curved ram horns on its head, and nine enormous dragon-patterned bone spurs growing from its spine.

All four limbs transformed into dragon claws, their thick claws easily tearing through the asphalt pavement.

Ying Zheng stood with his arms crossed, wearing a black robe with red tinges that seemed to shimmer with flames.

"Was it worth it for a hybrid who slays dragons to end up becoming a dragon himself?"

Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words, Zhou Zhenyang slowly raised his head, his golden eyes meeting Ying Zheng's gaze. Through the white mask, his gaze pierced straight to the heart:

"Never ask whether it's worth it, but ask whether it's right or wrong."

"Very good, you've got the resolve." Ying Zheng pointed his left eye at Zhou Zhenyang. "I'll give you a quick death!"

In Ying Zheng's eyes, a red light flashed, and Zhou Zhenyang's enormous dragon body was instantly trapped in the black vortex, twisted and torn apart.

It turned into a pile of dragon blood and flesh.

At this point, the entire staff of the Zhou Family Town Residence Division had perished.

Seeing Ying Zheng's terrifying methods, Chu Zihang swallowed hard in shock, muttering to himself, "Is this really a power that a hybrid can wield?"

Ying Zheng turned to look at Chu Tianjiao. The remaining henchmen and fodder all fell to the ground, becoming the dead under Murasame's blade.

Chu Tianjiao met Ying Zheng's gaze and felt a chill run down his spine. He tentatively asked:

"Um, haven't we met somewhere before?"

"Never seen him before, you must be mistaken." Ying Zheng turned and glanced at Chu Tianjiao, then flashed in front of Jiang Cheng, grabbed him, and was ready to disappear at any moment.

He turned to look at Chu Tianjiao and said, "You two should hurry up and prepare to retreat. The Zhou family's forces are definitely gathering here, and another bloodbath is inevitable."

"Thank you for the reminder!" Chu Tianjiao nodded with a smile.

Chu Zihang observed Ying Zheng up close, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. He thought to himself, "Even if I don't say I've seen him before, I'm sure I've seen this guy somewhere before."

The image of Ye Jingchen had already appeared in Chu Zihang's mind, and the more he looked at Ying Zheng, the more similar he seemed.

A red light flashed in Ying Zheng's left eye, transforming into a black vortex that distorted space, and in an instant, he and Jiang Cheng vanished from the spot...

"Son, it's time for us to make a run for it!" Chu Tianjiao got into the passenger seat of the black Maybach and patted the window. "Come on, it's your turn to drive. Do you remember what I taught you on the road?"

"Just start the engine and that's it!"

Chu Zihang: "..."

The father and son embarked on a journey of escape, beginning their evasion of the Zhou family's pursuit.

Zhou Mingrui was sitting upright in a secret room.

Sitting in front of the monitor, I carefully watched the live surveillance footage of the Zhou family's courtyard.

Seeing Ying Zheng and Jiang Cheng disappear from the spot, he slammed his fist on the table in anger, "They ran so fast!"

Then, Zhou Mingrui noticed that Chu Tianjiao and his son were also planning to drive away in their black Maybach. He had already noticed these two guys who had suddenly interfered.

He quickly took out his phone, pointed it at the monitor, took a picture of the black Maybach, and sent the picture to the Zhou family chat group!

Then, he picked up the communicator on the table and said, "Don't go after Jiang Cheng and that so-called leader of the abandoned clan!"

Now, stop this black Maybach and catch the two blue-haired kids inside!

Catching them is like catching Jiang Cheng and his ilk by the tail!

quick! "

The communicator kept ringing with replies from Zhou's subordinates:

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

"Roger that!"

"..."

Inside the black Maybach.

"Son, drive faster! You're slower than a tortoise! ​​It's such a waste of a car! This car can easily go 250 km/h!" Chu Tianjiao leaned against the car window, which was half-open, and leisurely smoked a cigarette.

Chu Zihang gripped the steering wheel carefully with both hands, his mind highly focused.

This was his first time driving. He didn't want to drive, but Chu Tianjiao's words made sense: "But, son, what if I get seriously injured and can't drive? I can't just sit here and wait to die."

When faced with Chu Tianjiao's complaint about the Maybach's snail-paced speed, Chu Zihang coldly replied, "60-something miles per hour is already considered fast. The speed limit on the road is 70 miles per hour. Any faster and we'll be chased down and fined."

"So what?" Chu Tianjiao exhaled a long puff of smoke, saying nonchalantly, "If you can speed at 200 miles per hour like me, who can catch you?"

Chu Zihang: "..."

As they were talking, Chu Tianjiao suddenly saw something in the rearview mirror:

Four or five black sedans were constantly overtaking and quietly approaching the black Maybach!

"Son, speed up, third gear!" Chu Tianjiao reached out and patted Chu Zihang's thigh.

Chu Zihang glanced at Chu Tianjiao with a puzzled look and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't we say the speed limit was 80 km/h?"

Chu Zihang was getting impatient.

A black sedan overtook us, drifted, and pulled off a beautiful Chinese-style stop!

Seeing this, Chu Tianjiao reacted swiftly, grabbing the steering wheel and frantically turning it to the left, shouting:

"Son, pull the handbrake!"

When Chu Zihang saw the car in front of him stop like this, he immediately realized something was wrong. Without hesitation, he pulled the handbrake!

We are now on a bend in the road.

The black Maybach made a sharp turn and drifted, almost brushing past the black sedan that intercepted it, its front end touching the front end!

"Alright! Release the handbrake, step on the gas! Go! 200 km/h!" Chu Tianjiao released the steering wheel, which automatically straightened.

Chu Zihang released the handbrake and slammed on the gas pedal!

Boom!

The Maybach was no longer moving at a snail's pace; it emitted the roar of a twelve-cylinder internal combustion engine!

It roared along the entire road, transforming into a long, black shadow!

All that's left for the other drivers is the flashing red taillights!

Music: "Make a ruckus! Make a ruckus! Stomp on it! Stomp on it!"

The Zhou family driver, having failed to intercept the car, stared at the taillights of the black Maybach and repeatedly pressed his Bluetooth headset.

Zhou's driver: "Interception failed on section A. Please be on the lookout for Chu Zihang and his son on section B!"

Through the Bluetooth earphones: "What Chu Zihang? Is there such a person?"

Zhou's driver: "Chu Zihang? Did I mention that name?"

Through the Bluetooth headset: "No? Maybe I misheard. Anyway, stopping that black Maybach is the right thing to do, right?"

The Zhou family driver scratched his head, feeling a sudden emptiness in his mind:

"probably……"