Reality is like a bad film forcefully pieced together without a coherent plot; sometimes, developments are forever unexpected.

All along, the trouble with spiritual contagions like dream sickness has been its ability to spread through the circulation of spiritual remnants, and the nature of these remnants can be perpetually unpredictable.

No matter how tightly you guard against it, if the deceased leaves behind some lingering thoughts, memories, or ideas on some object that falls into another's hands, it spreads just like that.

Whether it's money, plastic bags, or old clothes...

But the protection of the Heavenly Governor's Law is equivalent to a repulsion field that covers the entire city, almost imperceptible to ordinary people yet omnipresent, capable of adapting and responding to anomalies. Even without being formally activated, the remaining traces of spiritual contagions are thoroughly dispelled, making them difficult to endure.

This essentially obliterates the foundation for spreading.

From this perspective, the city hall, stable as a mountain, seems quite unproblematic.

This is the confidence Tian Yuan has given me!

Unfortunately, confidence often lacks longevity, and Tian Yuan is not omnipotent; beneath seemingly strict rules, there might be countless loopholes to exploit.

The first to suffer are the Northern Mountain District, where a flood of immigrants and numerous undocumented residents congregate.

When the first and second dream sickness patient were discovered, they could be considered isolated incidents; but when the hospital found tens or hundreds of dream sickness patients lining up to buy sleeping pills, the situation began to worsen!

"Right, this is the place, Sister Wen!"

Tong Hua, the pathfinder, easily pinpointed the source of infection.

A van screeched to a halt in front of a dilapidated office building, a rundown establishment with disordered signs like [Quantum Ultra-Magnetic Spiritual Healing Center].

Located in a remote suburban area, seldom visited, isolated and decrepit, this is practically a hotspot for pyramid schemes, fraud rings, and religious groups.

Outside, loudspeakers jubilantly blare elderly folk songs...

Yet inside the lobby is an eerie darkness, empty and desolate, with only a few staggering figures pacing back and forth.

The stench of decay subtly spreads.

"Damn it…"

Wen Wen glanced at the scene inside, unable to restrain a weary sigh.

First it was White Country terrorists, then large-scale Heart Core scam rings on the move, followed by the suspected Evil Cult spreading among immigrants; a slew of issues concentrated into these few days, like trying to whack-a-mole, suppress one and two others pop up.

The Beishan Group, which had been resting for a while, is already busy running in circles, and even before capturing the White Country's runaway self-destruct warriors, dream sickness begins to spread again.

Rushing around helplessly, but everything is already beyond repair.

You only need one glance to understand.

There's no living people inside anymore…

"Notify the police department, set up the blockade first, everything inside needs a thorough cleanup." Wen Wen waved her hand, sighed, and stepped out of the car.

"Uh…" Tong Hua hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Wen Wen asked, puzzled.

"The security department in this area has already been disbanded."

Tong Hua shrugged: "After Xu Chaoxian outsourced the police force, this place couldn't afford security fees and has always been beyond jurisdiction… after all, it's the Northern Mountain District."

Boom!

The ground beneath Wen Wen's feet cracked with a thunderous noise.

Her face turned grim.

"That son of a bitch…"

Wen Wen ground her teeth, speechless, silently rolling up her sleeves, and headed straight towards the office building. With one kick, she shattered the precarious glass door, and amidst the screeching sound, the figures wandering back and forth turned rigidly.

On their hollow faces, there was no expression.

Inside their flesh and blood bodies, it was already empty, and now only the pure biological craving remains post-mutation.

Hunger.

"Hungry… hungry…"

Their blood-stained mouths instinctively opened, and behind the counter, two corpses lying on the ground slowly crawled up. Even the devoured, shattered shells squirmed, crawling on their arms.

Despite having deteriorated to this point, those faces still carry a faint, elusive smile.

Sinister and terrifying.

It's a pity they found the wrong person…

Wearily, Wen Wen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, then stomped her foot—

Boom!

Invisible ripples spread through the substance, sweeping mightily, and along the path, the walking corpses and carcasses all collapsed, the muffled sounds cascading from bottom to top.

Amidst the roar, layer upon layer of flooring shook violently, the flowing power spread through the medium, destroying fleshly forms, plunging the entire office building enveloped in alien spiritual remnants into silence.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

No sound remains.

Only an illusory laugh echoes from behind.

Wen Wen snapped her head back suddenly, but there was nothing behind her, an empty void.

Silently, she clenched her fist.

In the eerie silence, a sound like bubbles shattering emerged… wisps of phantom light rose from the corpses.

Spiritual remnants diffusing.

In their mouths, noses, and eye sockets, something squirmed, gradually emerging like tiny worms, damp and twisting, shedding the last shell upon hatching.

Thin wings slowly unfurled, flapping.

In the circulation of rainbow light, they were bizarre and dazzling.

One after another they rose, unfolding wings in illusory laughter, ascending to the free sky.

Regrettably, before then, Wen Wen had already reached out her hand.

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