Ji Xingwang looked at the dead couple, his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The illusion created by the Dream Tapier is seamless, and it can even make Nightmare believe it.

So what about yourself? Are you also a nightmare? Is the body under the skin composed of wax oil?

The same doubt also appeared in Li Ang's mind.

He closed his eyes and thought seriously for a while, and decided to summon the silk and create a pocket watch on his chest.

Take out your pocket watch, adjust the hand until twelve o'clock in the morning, and start the timing.

Then he stood on the table, scanned the chaotic crowd, and shouted: "Listen to me! I have a way to get out of trouble!"

The whole hall was quiet, and everyone's eyes were cast at him.

"who is he?"

"Who is this person?"

The Yu State's newspapers did not publish a portrait of Li Ang, so the ordinary people in the inn hall did not know Li Ang's identity - they just vaguely felt that they were a mysterious person from the attitudes of Luli Academy's disciples towards him.

"plum"

Ji Xingwang was about to tell Li Ang’s identity, but he felt that it would cause unnecessary noise from ordinary people and wasting time, so he changed his words and said, “What can you do?”

Li Ang said: "In order to wake up, the dream tapir needs to feed on our Qihai and vitality, and take out a small part of the Qihai and vitality extracted to create a nightmare.

Nightmare is its feeding channel, and it is also a limitation that makes us afraid of the mouse.

But there is a problem here, it cannot create energy out of thin air. Or it will not create nightmare at a loss."

The guards behind Jin Wusan had already drawn out their weapons to protect themselves in order to survive and prepare to confront each other.

Now that he heard Li Ang's words, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "What does it mean?"

"He means that the energy that maintains nightmare comes from the host itself."

Ji Linglang's eyes lit up and he said, "It's not a dream tapir."

"That's right."

Li Ang nodded and said, "Watch spiritual energy as stream water, and water will always flow from high to low. The total amount of spiritual energy of the host itself must be higher than that of nightmare.

Dream tapirs cannot do a loss-making business.

A monk in the realm of body hiding can only generate nightmares that are "lower than him" and cannot generate nightmares that are "slower than him".

This is rule one.”

He raised a finger and said slowly: "According to this rule, among all of us, it is Lu Qingya."

As the director of Luli Academy, one of the most profound Zhuxiao wise men in the Yu Kingdom and even 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 in a deep voice: "Only people with close relationships can become nightmares."

"What's the rule?"

A Jin Wusun guard squinted his eyes and said impatiently: "Isn't this obvious?"

Li Ang said calmly: "It's very obvious, but have you ever thought about the reason why the dream tapir is set up like this."

The guard replied without hesitation: "If the relationship is not close, the nightmare will not be effective."

Suddenly, he thought of something and frowned.

Li Ang took a deep breath and said, "If Nightmare is a stranger who only meets one person, he is not close to the host at all,

Then for the host who wants to seek life, killing it will kill it.

What the dream tapir wants is to use nightmare to drag the host as much as possible and keep the host alive, so that it can continuously extract spiritual power and vitality and finally wake up."

After saying that, Li Ang paused for a moment, looked down at the pocket watch.

The second and minute hands of the pocket watch are still rotating slowly.

"Based on the above two rules, we can also come up with two ways to solve the situation."

Li Ang held his pocket watch in his hand and said in a deep voice: "1. According to social relationships and the amount of spiritual energy, everyone is divided into different groups.

Among each group, the least likely one is the nightmare, killing others one by one. Eliminating the nightmare.

This prevents the dream tapir from awakening."

"What, what?"

Everyone was shocked and suspected what they heard. Song Shaoyuan took a step forward, protected his wife and children, and gritted his teeth and said, "Risheng, don't joke at this time."

"Brother Song, I'm not kidding."

Li Ang said calmly: "From the utilitarian point of view, this is already the option to ensure the highest survival rate for all people.

The vitality effect of the dream tapir can be easily seen from everyone's appearance.

Kill until aging stops.

If you are lucky, there is no need to kill everyone in a social group, and each group can live two or three, or even four or five people.

The ghost realm created by the Dream Tapir cannot be maintained forever. When the time limit is over, the survivors will naturally be able to escape."

Song Shaoyuan's muscles kept beating and twitching. He knew in his heart that Li Ang was right, but how could he do it?

"Ahem,"

Jin Wusun, who was sitting on the chair, coughed for a while and said hoarsely: "You said there are two ways to break the deadlock, this is the first one.

What about the second type?”

"The second type is,"

Li Ang turned his head and looked towards Luli Academy and said calmly: "Kill Lu Qingya."

Ji Xingwang said sternly: "Don't talk nonsense with you, you have said just now that the dean is among everyone present, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be a nightmare."

"Indeed, but have you ever wondered why Mengtube chose Yuelai Inn?"

Li Ang said quickly: "Just just sleeping dream tapirs can control memory and modify reality at will.

If you want to wake it up, you are afraid that sacrificing thousands of people is not enough.

Either absorb ten thousand people or ten thousand people at the level of vitality, or absorb an entire Zhuxiao realm monk.”

Li Ang's eyes reflected the light of the talisman, and he said coldly and calmly: "In other words, the main target of the Dream Tapir is Lu Qingya.

The rest of the people were just adding to the top.”

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The expressions of the people in Luli Academy changed again and again. They respected Lu Qingya and could not draw their swords at the dean in any case.

If Li Ang had not made great contributions to Yu State and had a high status,

They are afraid that they have rushed forward and killed Li Ang, who has made a big fuss and provoked the disagreement, on the spot.

"Bad guy!"

The youngest son beside Lu Qingya picked up a small stone from the ground and smashed it at Li Ang, "You are not allowed to hurt my father."

The child's arm strength was limited, and the little stone flew in mid-air and lost his remaining strength. He could not hit Li Ang, who was motionless and expressionless.

"Qiubai, stop."

Lu Qingya raised his hand to stop his youngest son's movements. He sighed tiredly, looked at Li Ang and said seriously: "If I die, can the ghost realm stop?"

"Maybe."

Li Ang looked at the pocket watch pointer again and said calmly: "What Meng Tulip wants to eat is you. Once you die, everyone else will not be able to wake up even if they are adults."
Chapter completed!