<strong>Chapter 1735: Chapter 1735: Porcin Figurine</strong>
Caught off guard!
Even Julius Reed, experienced as he was, never expected that in the countless times the dream had urred, the unchanging dead person would suddenly strike!
The pitch-ck hand, covered in ck hair!
Like a monkey!
By instinct, Julius Reed sidestepped to dodge!
His left foot kicked out directly!
Bang!
The headless corpse flew back and fell!
Turning into dust!
And Julius Reed woke up from the dream with a start!
“Phew!”
He let out a long breath, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
“What happened to you?” Nearby, Baylor Davenport hurried over barefoot, concernedly asking, “Had a nightmare?”
“It’s nothing, just a small matter.” Julius Reed wiped the sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.
Could it be?
As the captured Ghost Martial Tribe member said, did I kill Pruitt Wilde?
Is the headless corpse in the dream Pruitt Wilde?
But what on earth is this dream about!
As people often say, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.
This isn’t real.
Martial artists, nothing more than those whoprehend the world, can integrate themselves into the world and thereby control every nt and tree in the heavens and earth.
Dreams, too, can be controlled!
Hypnosis is merely the simplest and most entry-level method.
In this world, indeed, there are some people who can influence the dreams others have.
Meanwhile!
Caldwell Family.
Inside a certain room.
Crack!
The porcin on the table shattered.
Turning to debris.
An elderly figure, directly spitting blood, copsed on the ground.
“Priest!”
Preston Caldwell was shocked, hurriedly supporting the blood-spitting elder. “Priest, what’s happening?”
The elder, called Priest, his face already as pale as paper.
His eyes carried deep fear.
“Why would this happen…” The elder trembled as he reached out, gingerly holding the porcin fragments in his hand. “Could it be that part of the leader’s remains are here in the Boulevard Mountains? But why, for thousands of years, has the Boulevard’s porcin statue never lighted up. Yet now, it’s glowing!”
“Priest, you mean…” Preston Caldwell was also full of shock upon hearing this!
And surprise!
“Previously, we noticed traces of the leader’s remains in Swimming City. But those traces soon disappeared.” The priest sighed, detailing, “Later, we pursued all the way to Town! But strangely, it wasn’t long before the Swimming City porcin statue lit up again! However, the glow was brief and disappeared.”
“If not for receiving your message that the leader’s head is in Pendleton’s hands, I wouldn’t have thought that the Boulevard Mountain’s porcin statue would light up.”
The old priest sat on a chair, furrowing his brow: “The leader’s porcin statue lighting up, there are only two possibilities! Either, his remains have emerged! Or, someone rted to him is around!”
“Someone rted to the leader? Could it be the person who killed the leader back then?” Preston Caldwell shook his head: “I estimate that person is long dead; I think the leader’s head is most likely here!”
Received word from Julius Reed, Preston Caldwell contacted the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe!
The Priest is a mysterious and formidable figure!
In the Ghost Martial Tribe, he holds extremely high prestige!
They practice the unique secret techniques of the Ghost Martial Tribe, able to use their telekinesis to interfere with others!
This secret technique is far more difficult to master than martial arts!
But it shares a simr principle with martial arts!
Many inventions from the era of human technology originated from nature itself.
The human brain produces various brainwaves.
Simr to WiFi signals.
And the Priest, with strong perception and telekinesis, can capture these brainwaves!
In other words!
This is the so-called entering into dreams!
With their powerful telekinesis support, they can evenmunicate with people in dreams!
But prerequisite, they must rely on the porcin statue in front of them.
This porcin statue functions somewhat like a signal amplifier.
Through it, Priests can affect people within a kilometer.
Just now, sensing something wrong, the Priest attempted tomunicate with the person causing the porcin to glow.
But he couldn’t see clearly!
Or rather, he couldn’t sense who the other person was!
In dreams, people often recall their own appearance, and this recollection is the only way Priests can observe a person’s appearance through dreams!
But just now, the Priest didn’t see it.
So, he tried to extend a hand.
To feel the other person.
Unexpectedly!
The brainwave suddenly intensified!
Exceeding the Priest’s tolerance limit!
Directly causing the Priest to spit blood, nearly dying!
“Ah!” The Priest sighed, “Now without the porcin, we are at a loss. Yet seeing that person’s reaction, it’s as if they’re already ustomed to it! In other words, they may have seen the leader more than once. Yet they were never afraid, even taking it as a matter of course!”
When special individuals enter the vicinity of the porcin, such a scene appears in the dream.
And that porcin, suddenly appears in the dream.
If the Priest does not manipte it, the porcin will remain motionless, having no action in the other person’s dream.
“We must investigate clearly who it is!” The Priest’s expression was solemn.
He looked at Preston Caldwell: “Contact the Saintess, find out what’s really going on! Is the message about the leader’s head being in Pendleton’s hands urate or not!”
The Priest traveled around for years, observing the three thousand Pruitt Wilde idols across thend, searching for the leader’s remains.
It was a coincidence that this Priest happened to pass by the Boulevard Mountains and contacted Preston Caldwell.
Which led to today’s discovery!
“I can’t reach the Saintess.” Preston Caldwell was a bit helpless: “I’m a spy, apart from the person who ced me here originally, I’ve had no contact with the Ghost Martial Tribe at all. Finding you was a coincidence.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to go personally this time!” The Priest stood up, eyes fixed on the shattered porcin.
“This time, whatever it takes, we will not give up!”
With that, he vanished from Preston Caldwell’s room.
…
Tennyson Hawthorne did not return directly to the Caldwell Family.
He stood on the outskirts and made a phone call to Brant Fairbanks, detailing the incident.
Yet Brant Fairbanks, with great wisdom and strategy, did not take anyone away.
Instead, he led the Ocean Academy disciples and martial artists from various sects, standing at the Caldwell Family’s gate to wee Han Caldwell.
Before long, Han Caldwell, with only one arm left and somewhat dispirited, appeared.
Seeing hundreds of people before him, he was stunned.
“Mr. Caldwell, how was it? Did you catch them?”
Brant Fairbanks quickly approached, somewhat surprised upon seeing Han Caldwell’s dismembered arm, “Mr. Caldwell, what happened to your hand?”
Han Caldwell’s mouth twitched, itching to smack Brant Fairbanks!
But seeing those martial artists at the gate, he had to swallow his anger!
Should he turn hostile in public, those unaware might think him narrow-minded andcking in grace!
If Brant Fairbanks truly did not know about his fight with Tennyson Hawthorne, Han Caldwell wouldn’t believe it.
Knowing this, Brant Fairbanks still personally came to greet him, bringing many sect martial artists along, his intentions were obvious.
His aim was to disgust him!
But he had to endure it!
“Just a mishap,” Han Caldwell said in a deep voice: “Ambushed, and all thepanions were killed. Though I lost an arm, I also wiped them outpletely!”
Having said that, he walked straight into the mansion!
Nearly grinding his teeth to pieces!