Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Dream Soul Pill, Dreams and Souls Scatter"

Zhou Ji looked at Menghunzhi who was both physically and psychologically uncomfortable, and made no effort to hide the disgust on his face.

Zhou Ji still remembered a movie called "The Matrix" before embarking on a time-traveling journey. If the way to forget the pain is to live in a dream all the time, using oneself as nourishment to become a half-dead potted plant, that would be too much despair.

Zhou Ji has never seen what the real 'Dream Soul Pill' looks like, but from Jiaoxian's tone of voice, it should be an extremely rare 'elixir' that only exists in the heavens. Revealed an evil spirit.

Obviously it was specially bred by someone.

Zhou Ji floated up in the air, looking at the entire mirror lake under his feet, the dense branches of dream souls made people feel chills on their backs and numb their scalps.

With a snap of Zhou Ji's fingers, thunderclouds rolled over Jinghu Lake. Accompanied by a flash of light penetrating the heavens and the earth, the supernatural thunder crashed down. The robbing thunder that contained a destructive aura instantly flooded the lake. The power grid spread and crackled, quickly igniting the lake. The branches and vines ignited raging fire like burning rivers and boiling seas, illuminating half of the night sky.

Qinchuan was not too far away from Wuling Mountain, and the night sky in the southwest direction was suddenly illuminated by fire, which quickly attracted the attention of the people of Qinchuan.

The Qinchuan government office hurriedly sent people to investigate the cause of the fire and its specific location. Uncle Wu and other policemen were also sent to the town to strengthen inspections to prevent the lantern festival from catching fire.

Just when the defense of the government office was empty, a group of thieves who sneaked into the town during the Qixi Lantern Festival broke into the prison, rescued Li Pan'an from the prison who was about to be executed, and escorted the village owner back to Fanyunzhai.

Fang Ruqin stood outside the gazebo by the river, staring at Ouyang Shaogong who was playing the piano for her, and heard the noise coming from the direction of the government office, couldn't help but frowned slightly, looked around and asked, "What happened?" Is it? Why did I hear the police gong over the Yamen?"

When the sound of the piano was interrupted, Ouyang Shaogong raised his eyes to look at the flames lit up in the southwest night sky, his eyes fixed, and he recognized that it was the direction of Wuling Mountain Stream.

Just now when Fang Ruqin invited him to come to the river to set off the river lanterns, Zhou Ji didn't follow. Could it be that he went to Wuling Mountain?

A cold and murderous intent flashed in Ouyang Shaogong's eyes.

If this is the case, it means that this Mr. Zhou is not as gentle and friendly as he appears on the surface, and he should know something that he shouldn't know.

"Maybe the water leaked somewhere?"

Ouyang Shaogong's slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed, showing his usual smile, "It's getting late, everyone must have gone back, let's go back too."

Fang Ruqin heard Shaogong play the piano again after many years, and she used the thousand-year-old ice silk that she helped to find. She was about to go back after listening to a piece, and she felt a little bit reluctant after all.

However, there seemed to be some turmoil in the town. Fang Ruqin was a little worried about the safety of Lan Sheng and Miss Sun, so she nodded and agreed to go back with Shao Gong.

Back at Fang's house, Ouyang Shaogong did not find Zhou Ji's figure, so he sent Fang Ruqin back to his room, and then Ouyang Shaogong returned to his side courtyard room, and was about to change into the ghost-masked man's suit and go to Wuling Mountain to investigate. Only to find that the pieces of Yuheng in the package were missing.

Without Yuheng's increased spiritual power, Ouyang Shaogong didn't want to run into Zhou Ji face to face based on his current strength.

What's more, Yuheng is very important to him, and he has been searching for this fragment for many years, so how can he give up so easily?

Regardless of changing back to his regular clothes, Ouyang Shaogong walked out the door with a gloomy face, and met Jitong who was walking towards him.

"Shao Gong. This is you?"

"Aunt Tong, Yu Heng is gone, I'm going to find Yu Heng." Although Ouyang Shaogong was still angry with Ji Tong, he stopped, explained, and continued walking outside.

"Shaogong, everything has a number of days, and it's hard to do what people want. Now that Yuheng is lost, it's God's will." Ji Tong looked at the ghost mask in Ouyang Shaogong's hand, and persuaded with a complicated expression: "Shaogong, I I advise you not to be obsessed with finding Yuheng's resurrected deceased."

Ouyang Shaogong said impatiently: "Aunt Tong, you don't even know my feelings for Xunfang."

Ji Tong sighed softly, and persuaded: "How can I not understand? But Miss Ruqin has a deep love for you and has waited for you for so many years, so why not hesitate to take the people around you, do you have to wait until you lose it before you know regret it?"

"Enough!" Ouyang Shaogong interrupted Jitong with a flick of his sleeve, his raised voice calmed down, and his face sank like water: "I regretted it after I lost it. All I think about is for Xunfang. If I see you in this life What's the point of my life if I don't get to Xunfang? Aunt Tong, I can handle my affairs by myself, so don't worry about it."

After saying that, Ouyang Shaogong put on a cold and hideous ghost mask in front of Jitong, turned around and walked out of the yard.

Nothing to say all night, and dawn in a blink of an eye.

Last night at the Qixi Lantern Festival, the thieves from Fanyunzhai who had been dismissed by the yamen broke into the prison and rescued the leader of the thieves, Li Pan'an, and the Wuling Mountain stream set fire to Jinghu Lake. These two events quickly spread throughout Qinchuan.

Wu Butou led more than a dozen yamen servants to Fanyunzhai to search for Li Panan's trace, but there was no news for three days.

Aunt Wu was worried about Uncle Wu's safety, so she came to Fang's house and wanted to ask Baili Tusu to help Fanyun Village to save people. Change.

Zhou Ji frowned slightly, inadvertently glanced at Ouyang Shaogong on the side of the crowd, and instinctively suspected him.

Ouyang Shaogong noticed Zhou Ji's gaze, showing a trace of doubt, "Did Mr. Zhou discover anything?"

Zhou Ji didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd that Ouyang Shaogong made, but a faint thought reminded him that it seemed to be related to himself.

Zhou Ji smiled with great interest, and said casually: "It's nothing, I just think the evil spirit here is a bit weird, everyone be careful."

"I think so too!" Fang Lansheng held the slightly glowing sapphire Sinan Pei in his hands, looked around nervously, and said, "Li Pan'an was obviously rescued, but why does it look like there's no one here?"

"Just go in and take a look."

Baili Tusu led the way, and Feng Qingxue followed quickly.

The more you walk behind Fanyunzhai, the stronger the evil spirit that surrounds you.

There is also a smell of blood coming along the mountain road.

Fang Lansheng followed behind the crowd, seeing them stop suddenly, he moved forward curiously, looked around and said, "What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"

Before the word '了' came out, the tumbling gastric juices had already poured into his throat, and he couldn't help looking away, squatting beside him and throwing up wildly.

I saw the devastation in front of the Juyi Hall.

The blood stains that had been exposed to the sun for three days formed dark red blood scabs that covered the flat stone slabs in front of the hall. As far as the eye could see, there were mutilated corpses and traces of fighting everywhere.

A rusty breeze whipped up a rag and passed by.

Baili Tusu subconsciously took the blood-stained cloth, and saw the decorations that only the government's arresters could have. The days when he left Fang's house and was taken in by Uncle Wu came to his mind. Baili Tusu lowered his head, looking at the blood stains on the rags, his eyes were gradually filled with fine blood.

(After self-reflection, I found that I liked the storyline of Ouyang Shaogong, Xunfang, and Ruqin too much, which made the scenes too heavy. Next, adjust the focus as much as possible, speed up the progress, and try to exercise restraint.)