Ji Xingwang looked at the dead "couple" with his back soaked in cold sweat.
The illusion created by Dream Tapir is so perfect that even nightmares can believe it to be true.
What about yourself? Are you also a nightmare? Is the body under the skin made of wax?
The same doubt also appeared in Li Ang's mind.
He closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, and decided to summon Mo Si to create a pocket watch on his chest.
Take out your pocket watch, adjust the hands to twelve o'clock in the morning, and start timing.
Then, he stood on the table, glanced at the chaotic crowd, and shouted: "Everyone listen to me! I have a way to get out of trouble!"
The entire hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
"Who is he?"
"Who is this person?"
There was no portrait of Li Ang published in newspapers and periodicals of Yu State, so the ordinary people in the inn lobby did not know Li Ang's identity - but from the attitude of the disciples of Luli Academy towards him, they vaguely felt that he was a mysterious figure.
"李"
Ji Xingwang just wanted to tell Li Ang's identity, but felt that it would cause unnecessary noise among ordinary people and waste time, so he changed his words: "What can you do?"
Li Ang said: "In order to wake up, the dream tapir needs to feed on our sea of qi and vitality, and by the way, take a small part of the extracted sea of qi and vitality to create a nightmare.
The nightmare is its feeding channel, and it is also the restriction that makes us avoid rats.
But there is a problem. It cannot create energy out of thin air. In other words, it cannot create nightmares at a loss."
The guards behind Jin Wusuan had already drawn their weapons and prepared to confront each other in order to survive and protect themselves.
Now when I heard Li Ang's words, I couldn't help but frown and asked: "What do you mean?"
"What he means is that the energy that maintains the nightmare comes from the host itself."
Ji Linglang's eyes lit up and she said: "Not a dream tapir."
"That's right."
Li Ang nodded and said: "Think of spiritual energy as a stream. Water always flows from high to low. The total amount of spiritual energy of the host must be higher than that of the nightmare.
It is impossible for a dream tapir to make a loss-making business,
A monk in the Hidden Realm can only generate nightmares that are 'lower' than him. It is impossible to generate nightmares in the Zhuxiao Realm.
This is rule one."
He raised a finger and said slowly: "According to this rule, among all of us, the one who absolutely cannot be a nightmare is Lu Qingya."
As the dean of Luli Academy, he is one of the most profound Zhuxiao magicians in the Yu Kingdom and even in the world.
Lu Qingya's "energy level" is higher than everyone present, so he cannot be a nightmare.
"As for rule two,"
Li Ang said solemnly: "Only people with close relationships can become nightmares."
"What kind of rule is this?"
A wealthy guard squinted his eyes and said impatiently: "Isn't this obvious?"
Li Ang said calmly: "It is very obvious, but have you ever thought about the reason why Meng Tapir is set up like this?"
The guard replied without hesitation: "If the relationship is not close, the nightmare will not be able to contain it."
Suddenly, he thought of something and frowned.
Li Ang took a deep breath and said: "If the nightmare is the kind of stranger who only has a relationship with the host, and the relationship with the host is not close at all,
So for the host who wants to survive, killing is enough to kill it.
What the dream tapir wants is to use the nightmare to drag down the host as much as possible and keep the host alive, so that it can continuously draw spiritual power and vitality, and finally wake up."
After saying that, Li Ang paused and looked down at his pocket watch.
The second hand and minute hand of the pocket watch are still turning slowly and slowly.
"Based on the above two rules, we can also come up with two ways to solve the situation."
Li Ang held the pocket watch in his hand and said in a deep voice: "First, divide everyone into different groups based on social relationships and aura.
In each group, kill the others one by one, who is the least likely to be the Nightmare. Eliminate the Nightmare.
This will prevent the dream tapir from waking up."
"Wha, what?"
Everyone was shocked and doubted what they heard. Song Shaoyuan stepped forward to protect his wife and children, gritted his teeth and said: "Risheng, please stop joking at this time."
"Brother Song, I'm not kidding."
Li Ang said calmly: "From a utilitarian point of view, this is the option with the highest survival rate for everyone.
The life force extraction effect of the Dream Tapir can be easily seen from everyone's appearance.
Kill until aging stops.
If you are lucky, you don't need to kill everyone in a social group; each group can survive two, three, or even four or five people.
The ghost realm created by Dream Tapir cannot last forever. When the time limit is over, the survivors will naturally be able to escape."
The muscles on Song Shaoyuan's face kept beating and twitching. He knew in his heart that Li Ang was right, but how could he do it?
"Ahem,"
Jin Wusuan, who was sitting on the chair, coughed for a while and said hoarsely: "You said there are two ways to break the situation. This is the first one.
What about the second one?"
"The second kind is,"
Li Ang turned to look in the direction of Luli Academy and said calmly: "Kill Lu Qingya."
Ji Xingwang said sternly: "Sir, don't talk nonsense! You just said that the dean is among everyone present, and there is absolutely no way he is a nightmare."
"Indeed, but have you ever thought about why Meng Tapir chose Yuelai Inn?"
Li Ang said quickly: "Just a sleeping dream tapir can control memory and modify reality at will.
To revive it, even sacrificing tens of thousands of people would not be enough.
Either absorb the vitality of ten thousand or one hundred thousand people, or absorb an entire Zhuxiao realm monk."
Li Ang's eyes reflected the bright light of the talisman, and he said coldly and calmly: "In other words, Meng Tapir's main target is Lu Qingya.
The rest of them are just adding to the mix."
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The expressions of everyone in Luli Academy changed again and again. They respected Lu Qingya and could not draw a sword against the dean no matter what.
If Li Ang hadn't made great contributions to the Yu State and had a high status,
They are now afraid that they will swarm up and kill Li Ang on the spot for speaking nonsense and sowing discord.
"Bad guy!"
The youngest son beside Lu Qingya angrily picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it at Li Ang, "You are not allowed to hurt my father."
The child's arm strength was limited, so the small stone lost its remaining strength as it flew in mid-air, and failed to hit Li Ang, who was motionless and expressionless.
"Qiubai, stop."
Lu Qingya raised his hand to stop his youngest son's movement. He sighed tiredly, looked at Li Ang and said seriously: "If I die, will the ghost world stop?"
"Maybe."
Li Ang glanced at the pointer of his pocket watch again and said calmly: "The one the Dream Tapir wants to eat is you. Once you die, everyone else will not be able to revive the Dream Tapir even if they are beaten to death."
End of this chapter
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