The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1123 - 612: Devouring the Dream Once Again! (Part 2)

In the next second, Xu Jianwen actually took a step back, revealing the figure behind him, also wrapped in a black robe and wearing a horse mask.

Xu Jianwen said coldly, "Consume his memories, I need to know the information he holds."

This was the true purpose behind all of Xu Jianwen’s elaborate scheming!

A sinister voice came from under the horse mask, as Master Gu Huo laughed, "Finally, it’s my turn to act. Boy, prepare to die."

As he spoke, Master Gu Huo extended his hands from his robe sleeves, casting out an altar that floated mid-air, with an incense burner burning on it, making a spell gesture in front of his chest, as bursts of eerie power, fast as lightning, struck towards Zhao Douan!

It’s you... The moment Zhao Douan heard the "horse mask" voice, his expression became strange. He immediately abandoned his defense, whispering, "Protect me..."

"Huh?" Jin Jian was momentarily stunned, just in time to see Zhao Douan abruptly close his eyes, fall asleep, his body supported only by the Chasing Saber in his hand on the ice surface.

Without hesitation, Jin Jian waved his magic wand, casting rings of moonlight waves, protecting both of them!

...

...

In the dream world.

Master Gu Huo opened his eyes, surprised to find himself standing on a bustling modern street.

The time was daytime, but the sky was overcast. He stood on the crosswalk, as the traffic lights changed, someone behind him pulled him: "Watch out for the car! Don’t fake an accident here, old man, see, the traffic cop is right there."

In the dream, Master Gu Huo returned to his Taoist attire, his hair styled in a Taoist bun, wearing a magic robe, with a peach wood sword strapped to his back.

Turning back in a daze, he saw a "street boss" in a black T-shirt, arms covered in tattoos, wearing a gold chain, gave him a smile and teased, "Old man, heading to your stall? Fortune-telling marriage? Let me be your first customer?"

"...?!" Master Gu Huo was momentarily bewildered, feeling dizzy, the oddities of Zhao Douan’s dream caught him off guard.

The street boss, seeing the old man’s confused face, suddenly felt intimidated, quickly backed away, and while slipping off, threatened, "Old man, even for a fake accident, know who you’re dealing with..."

"How dare you mock me, the Taoist!" Master Gu Huo was furious, instinctively wanting to draw his peach wood sword, but an uneasy feeling stopped him.

For some reason, it was evidently the "first time," but he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Could it be, the last time the Taoist went to the Capital, he also faced such a dream?" Master Gu Huo’s heart tightened.

Regarding the unexpected death last time in the Capital, Master Gu Huo always suspected it was Zhang Yan Yi or the Empress who intervened.

Perhaps both Heavenly Humans had acted against him... the Empress cut down his physical body, Zhang Yan Yi repelled the Chang God, preventing his Divine Soul from successfully "returning to heaven," and returning to his body.

This was also why he was confident he could consume Zhao Douan——he never thought his previous death had anything to do with Zhao Douan.

Yet the strange dream before him made him extremely uneasy.

But there was no way out, Master Gu Huo clenched his teeth, gently made a spell gesture, as the peach wood sword on his back "swished" out of its sheath, circled in the air, and abruptly flew towards a mall across the street.

He decided to find the source of the dream first.

As Master Gu Huo stumbled into the B wing of the mall, surrounded by dazzling shops and people in eccentric outfits, he finally cautiously took an elevator to the second floor of the mall, and following the flying sword, reached the game zone, when his eardrums were shaken unpleasantly by the boisterous music from the "Game City."

Master Gu Huo boldly walked into the game zone, his gaze locked onto a young man.

It was a young man only wearing a white T-shirt, casual pants, about 27 or 28 years old, who was currently focused on sitting in front of an old arcade machine, intently staring at the screen, his hands swiftly rotating the joystick.

"——KO——"

As large words flashed across the arcade screen.

The young man exhaled, turned his head back, looked calmly at the old Taoist standing at the entrance, revealing his white teeth: "You’re here? State Preceptor."

Zhao Douan!

Master Gu Huo’s pupils shrank, a strong premonition of danger arose in his heart: Why can this guy recognize me even in a dream?

Also... the tone was too calm, as if... the two were old acquaintances...

"No need to be nervous, State Preceptor, take a seat, and thanks to you, I’m able to enjoy this. Heh heh... It’s a pity, I haven’t played such classic old games for too long, my reactions can’t keep up, want to play a round? Shall we duel?"

Zhao Douan smiled, extending his hand, revealing a few game coins in his palm.

At this moment, Master Gu Huo was like a startled kitten, suddenly jumping back, staring at him warily, his face unpleasant: "You... this place... is..."

"Oh. Almost forgot, you lost your memory from last time, right?" Zhao Douan slapped his forehead, turned back, sat before the arcade, and said with a smile, "Well, if you remembered anything, you wouldn’t be so bold, invading my dream again. Heh heh, but you might not know, I have quite the impression of you, thanks to you last time I advanced a stage smoothly."

After pausing for a moment, he continued: "Oh right, also the treasury you left in Baihua Village, was a great help. Thinking back, if not for your treasury back then, maybe the Empress would have been captured by the rebel army, and things wouldn’t be like this today."

Master Gu Huo was dumbfounded.

His death last time... helped this brat advance in cultivation... also his treasury in Baihua Village... all the stolen things... were taken by this brat before him...

Master Gu Huo felt a wave of blood rushing up his throat, his vision darkening, already trembling all over, eyes red, gripping the peach wood sword tightly, gnashing his teeth, as if seeing an enemy: "It was you... decades of Taoist cultivation hard-earned by me, taken by you..."