Medical Examiner Can Revive the Dead-Chapter 453: It Tried to Kill in My Dreams?!

"Feng'Er, you're back?!"

This elderly voice still sounded full of surprise.

And Zhang Feng, who was facing away from the door, slowly lit up.

The deep joy in his eyes also showed itself.

This voice, this familiar voice!

Made Zhang Feng "swoosh" and instantly turn around.

Standing outside the threshold of the Celestial Master Hall was an old man, tall and straight, with a youthful face despite his white hair.

The old man wore a white linen long robe, and his long white beard almost hung down to his abdomen.

With one hand behind his back.

A pair of bright and lively eyes, giving off a powerful aura.

"Master!"

Zhang Feng let out a low exclamation and directly turned his head, spreading his arms to pounce upon the old man.

He hugged the old man tightly in his arms.

"Oh, hahaha..."

The old man was knocked into a full embrace by Zhang Feng but still let out a hearty laugh.

With his other hand, he gently patted Zhang Feng's back, speaking in a kind voice:

"You've grown up, you know? Your master is all bones now, can't handle such a jolt."

Zhang Feng slowly lifted his head from the old man's embrace.

Looking at this familiar face, his expression was serious, devoid of any emotion.

Yes, utterly devoid of any emotion.

Even the tears brought on by these familiar scenes had completely vanished.

The old man continued speaking, gazing at Zhang Feng:

"It's good you're back, really good."

"Are you hungry?"

"Master will fix you something to eat."

"Okay." Zhang Feng nodded.

The old man escorted Zhang Feng and slightly turned to walk in another direction within the courtyard.

As he walked, he mumbled:

"Where have you been, making us wait for so..."

"Thud!" A muffled sound interrupted the old man's voice.

The old man's originally lively eyes slowly widened.

Then, with a stiff neck, he slowly lowered his head.

In his chest, a bloody fist had punched through from his back.

Blood gushed relentlessly from behind the fist.

"You..." The old man seemed incredulous and wanted to say something.

"Thud!" The fist withdrew from the old man's chest with a sound.

The old man looked down at the massive black hole in his chest, from which blood kept pouring out.

He struggled to turn his body.

Pale-faced, eyes wide open, he stared at Zhang Feng.

His once snow-white beard was already stained red with blood.

Trembling violently, he raised his hand, pointing at Zhang Feng:

"You... you you you.... "

His body shaking, he gradually weakened and slowly fell to his knees.

But those eyes kept glaring at Zhang Feng:

"Why... why?"

The voice was hard to emit.

It seemed to question why Zhang Feng had sneak-attacked him from behind, why he would strike him.

However, Zhang Feng, looking at the old man's current state,

had a surprisingly calm expression, at almost a state of utter tranquility.

Looking down at the old man, he lightly flicked off the blood from his fist, then uttered lightly:

"Because...."

"You are too weak."

The next moment, Zhang Feng raised his fist again, striking with unexpected force towards the kneeling old man.

"Boom!" A loud explosion sounded.

The old man kneeling on the ground exploded on the spot, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

It was at the moment the old man vanished into thin air.

Lying on the large bed that Lin Rui's mother had made for him, Zhang Feng slowly opened his eyes.

The room was very dark.

Only Zhang Feng's eyes reflected light.

The air was eerily silent.

The wall clock showed it was already the middle of the night.

Probably, Lin Rui and her mother were in deep sleep by now, right?

And Zhang Feng, slowly sat up from the bed, straightening his body.

Slightly moving his neck, he stretched leisurely.

"Snap!" He snapped his fingers, and the room's lights turned on.

Under the light, Zhang Feng slightly turned his head and looked at an overturned thermos cup on the floor by the bed, its lid fallen beside it.

"Alas..."

Zhang Feng sighed softly, shook his head, and rubbed his eyes:

"How could I have forgotten about you?"

Then, reaching out, Zhang Feng beckoned.

"Come out now!"

"Wooo—" A sudden wind sound arose in the room.

In the next moment, the thermos cup that had been knocked over stood upright.

And the wind seemed to emanate from the thermos cup.

In normal eyesight, nothing could be seen.

But Zhang Feng could see clearly.

A blood-red shadow was pulled out by invisible large hands from the thermos cup.

This blood-red shadow was the fierce ghost that Zhang Feng had caught underground in the Special Ninth Bureau earlier.

The fierce ghost was detained in midair by Zhang Feng.

However, the eyes of the fierce ghost did not show fear, fearlessness, or pain.

Instead, they were filled with deep shock and astonishment, emitting a sharp voice that only Zhang Feng and the ghost could hear:

"Where on earth... do you come from?!"

"Is there really such a mountain in this world?!"

"Alas..." Zhang Feng sighed a little helplessly, shook his head, and murmured:

"It seems I can no longer relax so much in the future, sleeping is not for me."

Yes, the seemingly real dream that Zhang Feng had earlier.

It was all caused by this creature.

When Lin Rui's mother brought Zhang Feng in, he indeed forgot that there was a fierce ghost inside the thermos cup he brought along.

He completely relaxed, letting down all his guard and vigilance, and fell asleep.

The thermos cup seemed to have rolled off him and onto the floor, popping the lid open.

Yet, due to the talisman that Zhang Feng personally engraved on the thermos cup,

even though the lid was open, the ghost couldn't escape.

However, just because the ghost couldn't escape didn't mean it couldn't cause harm!

Earlier, in the underground of the Special Ninth Bureau, wasn't Zhang Feng accidentally trapped in the ghost's Illusion Realm?

Proving that this ghost was absolutely skilled in illusions!

It might have wanted to avenge its husband, its master, attempting to kill Zhang Feng in his dream.

Invading Zhang Feng's mind, it triggered some deep-seated memories, creating a dreamlike Illusion Realm.

This Illusion Realm was those familiar scenes Zhang Feng saw a moment ago.

Even though Zhang Feng had been in this world for a long time, he knew his master too well.

His master was powerful to an unparalleled degree.

Although his master's aura was unnoticeable, to ordinary people or those with weak power, they wouldn't be able to detect it.

However, Zhang Feng was too strong, he was already a successor to his master, yet couldn't sense his master's aura?

But this time, in the dream, he felt nothing!

Which proved, this master was fake.

You can mimic surroundings, you can even mimic an identical person.

But, no matter how you mimic, you can't replicate the absolute power of his master!

This was why Zhang Feng easily saw through the fake master.

Zhang Feng couldn't be bothered to say much to the fierce ghost, but the ghost, overwhelmed by the shock in its heart, couldn't help but ask again:

"What is a Celestial Master?!"

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