After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 502 The puzzlement from the nightmare

   What practitioners are most afraid of is the inner demon. This nightmare with a hundred faces is good. It is a great thing to take over other people's consciousness one by one without driving yourself crazy. He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "If you completely forget the past, don't you just die?"

   "You can say it like this, or you can say it's a freshman." The strange head said, "In our world, memories are the least valuable thing, otherwise Baimian wouldn't have given birth to self-awareness one after another."

   "Dreams also become their own world?"

   "Of course. The dream is a reflection of the real world, and it is the exterior and interior of each other."

  He Lingchuan pointed to the surroundings: "This is not a dream, is it?" The soul-absorbing mirror said it was not, and he wanted to verify it again.

"Of course not. We thought this was the land of souls, the dying place of dead souls!" The strange head stared, "But we observed carefully just now, and no soul land looks like this. It's so strange, it's not like any other place we've been to. Same."

   "Have you ever been to other soul cities?" What do you mean? Could it be that the mirror's understanding of Panlong City is also wrong?

  He just asked casually, but he didn't expect to ask something strange.

"Dreams and soul lands intersect by chance. When we travel at night, we sometimes go to soul lands." The strange head turned his eyes wildly, "Soul lands are formed naturally, and they often die naturally, not controlled by human beings. But this, this ...Your place seems to be alive!"

   When it came to the last few words, its fear was undisguised.

  He Lingchuan felt like he forgot to be stared at by those small eyes, it was very cool, as bad as if all the secrets in his heart were being peeped at.

"Fear must be bold, and it may even come from worry and regret. All in all, there must be no weakness in the human heart, otherwise those practitioners would also practice hard to prove the way by beheading eight corpses. But he..." The strange head used He looked at me strangely.

   By the way, do the eight corpses have no "bad feelings" towards people?

   Unzip it and see, isn't there a fragment of a **** statue outside?

   Is this normal bad for special people?

   "I'm sure I'm calling you, so you need my exclusive item."

  The avatar of the Hundred-faced Nightmare, who has seen little and knows a lot, can only honestly say: "You know. You only know that it is very kind to you and has been spying on you!"

  He Lingchuan smiled wryly.

  Soul City, oh yes, Panlong City has been spying on us?

   "Oh?" He Lingchuan scratched his head, feeling unsatisfied, "Is I really afraid?"

   "You have found the real fear outside his heart."

   The strange head kept shouting: "Here you are, here you are!"

  Nightmare elongated his face, as if mourning.

  He Lingchuan nodded, he couldn't understand that. The boundary between the two worlds should have been very clear, otherwise the Xiaojia would often visit each other, what would the world be like?

  Is it useless to resist?

   Could it be because the life after time travel was muddled and turbulent?

  What kind of place is that outside?

   "It can't see through the deepest fears in people's hearts." Nightmare licked his lips, "You guys are bad at transforming dreams based on this. It's a strange experience, did he."

   The strange head asked me: "What kind of monster is he?"

   "Eight Corpse Worms!" It screamed, "Why is there no Eight Corpse Worms in his house, why is he still alive!"

  He Lingchuan smiled and stretched out a finger, and the eight corpses were lingering around my fingertips, looking very docile: "Remember, he swore a heavy oath to them just now. Once they are not violated, they are not executioners."

   The strange head shivered violently.

  He Lingchuan grabbed the bag in his hand, weighed it and said: "Can he recover after eating those?"

  Now that Nightmare is brought up again, He Lingchuan feels the same.

   Dealing with that kind of monster, the curse master must also do a bad job of protecting against danger.

   Or did I attract the true deity of the Nightmare with Hundred Faces, let them eat small pieces, and even have no bad feelings for me?

  I know a little less than Nightmare, Coiling Dragon City is in the small square pot.

   "So, what kind of place is that?"

   "Eat food?"

  He Lingchuan tried to take out his pocket pocket, but he did pull out a cloth bag.

   Even if it is a nightmare, it still hates being so close to the eight corpses.

   It is certain that the red giant shadow is a shot, He Lingchuan must have hit it.

   Actually, He Lingchuan himself was not surprised.

  Although I can see those eight corpses every time I pass the city gate, they always ignore me.

   "In the next four days and nights, I have to offer incense to you, and it's best to find some food for you."

"That place even knows how to disguise itself and trick you to retreat. What is it alive?" The strange head added, "The so-called being alive doesn't mean that you don't have self-awareness and know what you should do. He said it is awake. It’s fine. Where is Wuhun Township like that?”

"When you found you, you thought it was just a special dream." Remembering how he was tricked, the monster was full of bitterness and grievances, "It wasn't until you tried to reform it that you realized that it was at your command! That weak You have only experienced the sense of resistance outside reality, after all, nightmares cannot change reality; as for the homeland of souls, your real deity, Baimian, has also weakly and partially changed it by virtue of his vast power."

   "If you want to die, look for it." He Lingchuan pointed to the Guluo tree by the water.

   "Looking for Cheng Yu?" The strange head flashed his eyes, "You made a contract with me, as long as I deal with you, you can hurt me."

   The strange head screamed: "Don't eat you!"

   "Blood."

  I brought back some fragments of wood from the fire scene, and when put together they were indeed statues of gods: "You did get some fragments from Cheng Yu, but that is the home of souls, uh..."

  He Lingchuan recalled that he retreated into Panlong City for the first two times, and he didn't feel like he was being followed, as if he was hiding under the noses of others.

   "What do you have?"

It also knows what a hundred insects are, and is secretly delighted that it is just a toothache spell, but it sees a few wisps of light red smoke flying from the south. Spread out again.

  Indeed, what does Wuhunxiang look like? Compared with Panlong City, the soul town of the soul-hunting mirror is as pure as a newborn baby.

   "Original body?" He Lingchuan's heart moved, "Is it carved from wood?"

   When the monster heard it, his face changed, and he looked at Xuying as if he had seen a ghost.

   "Yes! Most of it can be recovered, and it is enough to find someone for him."

  I changed the subject: "It's bad, for the sake of his honest answer, he can't choose whether to live or die."

   "What is the eye under his forehead for?" Now the vertical pupil under his forehead is closed, leaving only a slit.

   "When not?"

   "That's right, it's carved from underwater wood." The monster looked at me eagerly, "Did he **** it?"

  If the mood swings are so small, how can you be a hard-working screw?

   "Oh." He Lingchuan shook his head, "Yes."

  That thing even counts as a "creature", right?

   "Not a soul."

The weird head thought hard, and after He Lingchuan urged him twice, he said: "You are summoned by the curse master, and you often have to retreat into the real world. From the virtual to the real, the resistance you encounter is very weak, and it is not the same as all nightmares. to get over that barrier."

   "Oh don't don't don't don't!"

  Is everything that happened outside there really just a trace of past history?

  Why did you suddenly change your gender this time? Is it because the people in the room gave me a little naughty face?

   "Okay, let's get to work!" He Lingchuan didn't care about his emotions, and approached the fragments of the statue with his strange head.

"Use him to make a move, as long as he finds out my whereabouts for you." He Lingchuan smiled half-smile, "He will say, you can find everything, right?"

  The Eight Corpse Worms still slipped out of its mind.

   "I can't." The strange head was gone that time, "But you need to rest! Now you don't have the strength to break through the barrier and locate me outside reality!"

  In the bottom of that person’s heart, is there any fear, concern, anger, or regret? There is only a little worry about giving up the amount, but this reassurance about life and death is too general, and there are ways to be concrete and used.

  Of course there are no souls outside the homeland of souls, but those are heroic spirits, I'm afraid that strange head is moving.

   That guy finally came to his senses, feeling a little aggrieved. After all, He Lingchuan was basically the opponent of Baimian's deity, but he lost every one of his tricks.

   "He kept his promise obediently, and they would eat him." He Lingchuan yawned, "They just lurk and recede, monitoring at any time."

  In my world, do a few people live like that? Working in one's own position until one's death, one cannot rest until one is buried in the ground.

  Nightmare had his own way, so he had no choice but to swear a poisonous oath to me, saying that if he dared to act in a wrong way, harm He Lingchuan, or even deliberately prevaricate me, he would definitely be devoured by insects and die of torture.

  The slower it is, the more calm He Lingchuan is: "You guys come to make a contract first."

   But that thing is left in reality, it should bring back the dream of Panlong... right?

   There is no doubt that Nightmare with Hundred Faces is good, just look at its size and momentum.

   So, those normal ones are from the small square pot?

   "He has nothing."

   "Bring it and bring it, of course you can bring it back!"

   Otherwise, I know too much about monsters like Nightmare, and if I do anything wrong, I will fall into the other party's trap.

  As soon as they came, the sound of strange heads sounded in the air.

   In case that monster is working badly for me.

   The strange head sighed: "It's a pity that you have your **** statue, and the power of incense has been stored outside for a long time."

  His deity was dragged back into the bottomless abyss by the guardians of that world, He Lingchuan silently swallowed that remark.

   It was the first time that it saw the eight corpses whose instinct was to deceive the mind and feed on evil thoughts appeared in the soul town, and it was able to coexist peacefully with the aborigines outside and the woman in front of it.

  The previous feeling disappeared, but I forgot about it.

  He Lingchuan's heart skipped a beat: "Alive? How should I say it?"

   They twist and turn under my fingers, freezing cold. He Lingchuan quickly shrank his fingers after the upper and lower teeth fought, and the eight corpses flew towards the strange head. Under its horrified gaze, it retreated from the nostrils and ears.

   Being asked by a monster like that, what is going on?

  That simply breaks its cognition.

  What I just said was played back several times in a row, and there were murmurs everywhere in the air, as if a hundred monsters were swearing.

   "If you want to live, I'll find Cheng Yu for you!"

  (end of this chapter)