The attack of the Evil Hound came ferociously, and the supernatural collision had already begun.
Yang Jian could see the Evil Hound rapidly running towards the Pianist, and the place where the Evil Hound sprinted across the hall was once again replaced by a dead-silent village. A winding path stretched forward all the way to the front of that black piano.
It was evident that the Evil Hound was continuing to invade the supernatural space where the opponent was located.
The piano sounds became increasingly urgent. As the Pianistâs playing speed increased, the originally piercing melody changed again.
At this moment, what the piano was playing was no longer music, but an indescribable terrifying screech. This screech penetrated deep into oneâs soul, as if a vengeful ghost was drilling into your mind, causing immense pain, making your head feel like it was on the verge of exploding.
âThe incomplete cursed piano piece, played by this black supernatural piano, seems to produce a terrifying effect. This sound cannot be listened to; otherwise, you will die.â
Yang Jian, at this moment, painfully covered his ears, trying to block out part of the sound.
But it was to no avail. This terrifying screech was no longer echoing around you; it was resonating in your brain, just like the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.
Within the Ghost Dream, Yang Jian found it extremely hard to withstand such an attack. Even in the world of Ghost Dreams, he was hurt.
Blood continuously flowed from Yang Jianâs eyes, ears, and nose. He felt a splitting headache, as if his mind was being scrambled into mush by this screech, unable to maintain normal thoughts. He feared that if this continued, he would either die or become an idiot.
If Yang Jian was in such a state, the intelligence agents of the King Organization who were dragged in fared even worse. They initially believed that the Pianist had come to save them, to pull them out of this Ghost Dream World.
But the urgent piano playing indiscriminately affected everyone.
They simply couldnât listen to this dreadful music. Their consciousness exploded in mere moments and disappeared on the spot, directly causing brain death in the Ghost Dream World, leaving no sign of struggle, dying silently.
One by one, the intelligence agents dropped their heads, dying unclear deaths.
âIâm one of you, donât kill me.â Someone desperately shouted, hoping the Pianist would stop playing.
But it was obviously impossible. The rapid piano sound continued echoing like the screech of a vengeful ghost. Just as this person finished pleading, their body trembled, and then their head drooped, leaving no movement. Simultaneously, their body began to swiftly disappear from the world of Ghost Dreams.
With consciousness dead, one could not dream, and thus naturally escape the influence of the Ghost Dream.
Yang Jian didnât die, not because he was particularly special, but because he was anchored by the supernatural power of the Ghost Dream. This supernatural force protected his consciousness from being killed by other supernatural powers. However, now, the Evil Hound was dealing with the Pianist, and the protection for Yang Jian was quite limited. Thus, a supernatural confrontation occurred in his mind, causing such agony.
However, this didnât last very long.
Because the Evil Hound had already arrived in front of the Pianist, baring its teeth, and leaped directly at him.
Sitting in front of the black piano, appearing like a ghost, the insubstantial Pianist had no power to resist and was knocked down to the ground by the Evil Hound.
Immediately after, the Evil Hound, in a frenzy, tore him apart. The insubstantial figure was shattered to pieces in mere moments.
The dreadful piano sound then ceased, no longer continuing.
âWas it successful?â Yang Jianâs head was still buzzing at this moment. He wiped the blood off his face and looked towards the piano.
The black piano was no longer making any noise, and the ghostly player had vanished.
It seemed that the terrifying supernatural attack had been successfully stopped by the Evil Hound and would not appear again.
But was it really that easy?
Yang Jian shook his head, the pain diminishing somewhat. He was still wary because the opponent was a King, and merely relying on an Evil Hound to kill him seemed quite challenging. He believed the opponent still existed and hadnât died, that the Evil Houndâs attack likely only temporarily disturbed him.
Very soon.
His thoughts were confirmed.
Beside the black piano, a foreign man in a black tailcoat, with an insubstantial body like a ghost, reappeared. Though the Evil Hound had clearly torn him to pieces just now, he returned entirely intact, without any damage.
This Pianist did not continue playing but looked at the Evil Hound nearby, seemingly very apprehensive, then once again gazed in Yang Jianâs direction.
The opulently empty hall and the dead-silent, dim village were merged together, appearing mismatched, yet they respectively represented the territory of the Pianist and the Ghost Dream World mastered by Yang Jian. This encounter differed from that in the Nightmare Castle; the last time the Nightmare Castle and the Ghost Dream World were interlinked as puzzles, but this clash was between two entirely distinct supernatural spaces.
âThe piano was being played at its most exciting moment, you shouldnât have interrupted my performance. Moreover, I do not allow dogs to appear in my performance,â the Pianist spoke, his voice revealing dissatisfaction with Yang Jian.
âYour performance was too dangerous; it had to be interrupted. If you want to play, I can let my dog keep playing with you,â Yang Jian responded.
The Pianist looked at the Evil Hound again, seemed to understand: âSo thatâs it, the real danger isnât you, but this dog. I thought you dragged a dog into the Nightmare, but it turns out it is the source of the Nightmare. Truly a genius idea.â
âIt seems you donât know much about my intelligence,â Yang Jian said.
âI am the soul attached to the piano, only interested in my performance, not much concerned about the outside world,â the Pianist said seriously. âBut your presence disturbed me, and you have to pay the price for this.â
Yang Jian sneered: âYou are the King of the King Organization, donât pretend that nothing concerns you. I am here this time to destroy the intelligence network you built. If possible, it would be best to kill another King.â
âA performance without an audience is a very tragic thing. I need someone to listen to my music, but today your goal has been achieved. They couldnât listen to the final piece and are all dead, the intelligence network no longer exists,â said the Pianist.
âAs long as you exist, there can be an endless number of such intelligence personnel, no matter how many times itâs destroyed, it can be rebuilt,â Yang Jian stared at him and said: âUnless you disappear from this world completely.â
âMaking me disappear from this world, thatâs not an easy thing to do. You can try if you can achieve it, but in return, I think you should listen to the next piece of music,â the Pianist said and sat down again at the black piano.
Seeing that he seemed about to play the piano again, Yang Jian immediately commanded: âBite him to death.â
As the command was given, the Evil Hound growled again, pounced on the Pianist, and cruelly tore him apart once more.
But soon.
Like a wandering soul, the Pianist reappeared by the black piano.
Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately frowned.
âYou should give up, music cannot be killed,â said the newly appeared Pianist calmly.
âThere is no unkillable person, itâs only that the right method hasnât been found. I have seen similar cases like your constant resurrection, your existence is simply a supernatural phenomenon. As long as the source is found and snuffed out, then youâre done for.â
Yang Jian stared at him and said, then looked at the black piano.
âItâs that black piano, isnât it?â
The Pianist continued: âYou cannot destroy this piano, even your Evil Hound canât do it.â
âOf course, the Evil Hound canât drag a supernatural object into the Nightmare, so it canât deal with that black piano, but this piano must also exist in reality. As long as itâs found, then youâre done for,â Yang Jianâs eyes flickered, he had found the method to kill the Pianist.
âThatâs really unfortunate, youâll never find this piano, and my performance will never stop,â the Pianist said as he started playing the piano again.
His hands danced, eerie and terrifying music echoed, followed by a weave of music. The horrifying scream that vanished earlier appeared again.
âBite him to death,â Yang Jian commanded once more.
The Evil Hound launched another attack.
But this time, the Pianist always sat in front of the piano, letting the Evil Hound bite, as long as his hands could move, he could continue playing.
Even after being bitten dead, a new Pianist reappeared, continuing the previous performance. Even if the terrifying screams paused halfway, they would eventually ring out again.
âThis guy knows the Evil Hound canât kill him, so he wants to drag this on with me, until he exhausts me to death,â Yang Jian immediately understood the Pianistâs plan.
âSeems I canât stay here any longer, otherwise, over time, it would be very disadvantageous for me. To deal with this person, I must act in reality, confrontations in the Nightmare hold no meaning, neither of us can do anything to the other.â
Seeing this, Yang Jian didnât continue to let the Evil Hound attack, he called the Evil Hound back.
Seeing Yang Jianâs move, the Pianist also stopped playing, knowing he couldnât kill Yang Jian. As long as Yang Jian wished, he could immediately leave the Dream World, and at that time, he couldnât hurt him.
âIt seems youâre not planning to continue participating in my concert.â
âI canât kill you, but I can kill all your audience. Our confrontation continues,â Yang Jian immediately moved with the Evil Hound towards another direction in the hall.
He wanted to pull other people here into the Ghost Dream, eliminating the intelligence personnel of the King Organization.
The Pianist fell silent.
Clearly, the other party had discovered his flaw, that is, being cursed by the supernatural piano and turned into a wandering soul, he wouldnât die, but never could leave the pianoâs side.
Hence, he couldnât attend any activities of the King Organization, only becoming a King responsible for intelligence.
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