Tan Wenbin didn't hesitate at all, clapping his hands on his shoulders and starting to form a seal.

The next moment, the aura of the two resentful infants surged, causing Tan Wenbin's consciousness to become somewhat chaotic, and his facial expressions distorted.

There was no choice; although Tan Wenbin could still stand there and hold a shovel, in reality, he was already very tired and exhausted, and the two resentful infants had not had the chance to act in the dream.

In this state of mutual dependence, Tan Wenbin, who should have been the dominant force, lost control of his body as soon as the Ghost Control Skill was activated.

This wasn't a case of the resentful infants rebelling, just that the two kids thought their godfather was weakening, so naturally, it was their turn to hold the fort and relieve him of his worries.

But in essence, it indeed resulted in the effect of the ghosts being counterproductive.

Tan Wenbin's eyes revealed different glows of consciousness as he turned sideways with a sinister smile and looked at Li Zhiyuan, letting out a chilling laugh:

"Hehehe... Hahahahaha..."

Li Zhiyuan returned the gaze with a calm look.

"Woooo... Waa waa waa waa..."

The two resentful infants, who had barely managed to stand on their own, were directly scared to tears!

Li Zhiyuan, in fact, was also considered a child at his current age, and there was a special sense among children. They clearly knew who in the group of children was really the one not to be trifled with.

The boy ignored the reaction of the two resentful infants; he merely moved behind Tan Wenbin, standing behind him.

The next moment, Bo Qi, who had previously been kneeling and bowing his head in supplication, suddenly lifted his head.

Intangibly, a wave aimed at the spiritual consciousness came crashing down like a bird's beak.

Its original target should have been the boy, but standing behind Tan Wenbin, naturally, he had to rely on Tan Wenbin to bear it for him.

"Ah!!!"

Tan Wenbin let out a scream.

Bo Qi, who feeds on dreams, naturally attacked by pecking at spiritual souls, and the two resentful infants unprepared, suffered a great loss.

But also because of this, it aroused the ferocity of those two resentful infants.

Tan Wenbin howled, leaping out, landing, and then quickly crawling, rushing toward Bo Qi's figure.

The true consciousness of Tan Wenbin did not dominate, and some skills and techniques were unusable, allowing the two resentful infants to act freely, naturally turning into a child's way of fighting.

Li Zhiyuan stood in place, his hands behind his back, fingers lightly tapping.

Seeing Bo Qi's figure kowtow and beg for mercy, the boy knew it was preparing to launch a surprise attack.

Because the opponent clearly understood how it was forcibly dragged out from Alii's dream and knew what it had previously done in front of the girl, naturally understanding that it could not possibly obtain forgiveness.

But soon, Li Zhiyuan suddenly frowned, his eyes showing confusion.

Bo Qi's figure, heavily injured and in chaos, was now being harassed by "Tan Wenbin," logically, it was a perfect opportunity to try controlling it using Wei Zheng's Black Skin Book.

Indeed, that was the case, but Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized the process suddenly sped up.

In the past, it would take him at least five times more preparation time to let "Tan Wenbin" hold on a bit longer, but now, it was all ready in an instant.

Since Tan Wenbin was not falling behind, even though the two resentful infants were being painfully pecked, they still managed to hold on.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan was in no hurry to initiate control, instead reviewing his skill and even redoing a whole cycle after review.

Still very fast, very smooth, and he didn't even alter the Bo Qi figure's deep consciousness, building a new cage of thinking directly, trying to pull it in.

The essential result was the same, both aimed at achieving control.

The difference was, it used to be a thief sneaking in quietly, now it was a bandit knocking at the door openly.

If he hadn't been able to see clearly that the Dream Ghost was still lighting up inside Bo Qi's figure, Li Zhiyuan might have suspected he swallowed the Dream Ghost himself.

Besides this, there was another point that puzzled Li Zhiyuan greatly.

That was, the thinking consciousness of Bo Qi's figure was extraordinarily poor; logically, it should have acted like that group of gray-robed people before, hysterically self-harming, not retaining a complete self-awareness at all.

But now, it was still seeking to survive and was capable of launching a surprise attack?

This was like a person who should have died long ago, yet forcibly clinging to that last breath, lively and active. You had to take a closer look to see if there was a ghost behind, delaying taking his life.

With so many strange factors piling up, Li Zhiyuan hesitated to decide to control it, as controlling it meant connecting his consciousness with it.

If it concealed anything on its body, that thing might climb towards himself along the way.

The clash between Tan Wenbin and Bo Qi's figure slowly moved from a deadlock to a disadvantage.

If it was Tan Wenbin himself controlling, it wouldn't be like this, but those two resentful infants' fighting method was too primitive and simple.

"Ah!!!"

With another scream, Tan Wenbin started rapidly retreating, then with pleading eyes, looked at Li Zhiyuan, standing still.

Li Zhiyuan didn't react.

It could be said that the boy already had his sights set on Bo Qi's figure's head, yet he had not pulled the trigger.

Seeing Tan Wenbin about to be overwhelmed, with Bo Qi's figure alone below, Yin Meng leapt down from the vehicle holding a whip.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded, signaling his consent for her to join the fray.

Yin Meng swung her whip and joined in; with each lash, toxic clouds of various hues arose, causing Bo Qi's figure, already wounded, to dance in pain.

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