Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang looked out of bed, a girl with a towel on her head lying on her back, her eyes closed, and an infusion bottle hung on an iron shelf at the bed, which was infusing the girl.

The old lady explained that this is the girl who has not eaten recently and is losing glucose.

Ye Shaoyang went to the bed and took off the towel on the girl's face. She leaned over and saw that she had a layer of green air on her face. The Yintang was black, her face was sweating, and her mouth was still twitching. The performance of nightmares.

"It's really a problem." Ye Shaoyang said, touching his chin.

"Do you eat a dream ghost?" asked Leng Yuyu.

"80%, I will wake her up and say it again." Ye Shaoyang said, took out the Taiyi whisk, took a bit of cinnabar, and made three horizontal lines on the forehead of the sister. Just about to do it, the sister suddenly opened his eyes. Ye Shaoyang is dying.

Ye Shaoyang involuntarily looked at her and saw that she had three golden highlights in her two pupils. She frowned and looked down -

The three small points suddenly turned and became bigger and bigger.

Ye Shaoyang stared for a moment and screamed "not good". He wanted to remove his gaze, but it was too late, and his heart was loose. He flew past the two small rotating points.

Passing through a piece of nothingness, Ye Shaoyang fell heavily on the ground, but the body did not hurt, and it took half a day to slow down, and climbed up and looked around. Under the gray sky, all three directions were endless fields, only one There is a small building in the direction, and there are lights inside.

What is this place?

Ye Shaoyang recalled how he came from, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and his head was stupid, so he instinctively walked toward the house with light.

Approaching a look, this is a common self-built building in the countryside. There are two floors and a large yard. The courtyard is not closed.

Ye Shaoyang hesitated a moment and walked in. The courtyard door suddenly slammed shut.

From the inside of the small building, a girl whispered crying.

Didn't wait for Ye Shaoyang to return to God, and there was a strange scream behind him. Ye Shaoyang jerked back and saw a man slid in the wall and fell to the ground, then climbed awkwardly and slowly walked over.

This is a person who is not wearing clothes, has a swollen body, only a small amount of hair on his head, the facial features are blurred, and the body trembles as he walks.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and tore his clothes against Ye Shaoyang, tearing them apart with his belly. The tearing of the human skin was scalp and numb.

"Hey!" The belly burst open, and a black blood spurted out. Ye Shaoyang saw this. There is no organ in the stomach, only a few green bugs crawling up and down in the belly. Unspeakable disgusting.

Rely on, living dead? So blatant to find yourself trouble? Lively?

Ye Shaoyang took out a jujube wooden sword from the belt, and a sword stabbed the abdomen of the living body. As a result, the jujube wooden sword broke and turned into dust. He did not wait for him to come back, and the living body grabbed his neck. , forcefully fell, the whole person pressed down.

The green worms like the meat rushed to him madly, then climbed to his face and drilled into his eyes and nose.

Ye Shaoyang struggled to squat, struggled out, wiped the green worm on his face, turned his head and looked at it. More living bodies were coming in through the wall, and some ghosts that looked horrible were slowly floating.

What should I do?

Just as suddenly, the door of the small building behind him suddenly opened, and a big hand came out from the inside, grabbed Ye Shaoyang's collar, pulled him in, and then closed the door. Immediately outside, I remembered the voices of those living creatures, and the ghosts, laughter, and intertwined.

Rao is a master of heaven, and Ye Shaoyang is also a feeling of being shocked.

"You are a mage?" A voice pulled Ye Shaoyang's consciousness back. Looking back, it was a very strangely dressed man: a hat with a square scarf on his head, wearing a quaint blue style. Cloths, trousers, and even shoes are the kind of gaiters tied with cords.

The whole look, much like the scholars in the costume drama.

The length of the person is eyebrows, and I don’t know why. Ye Shaoyang saw his first look and suddenly remembered the movie "Ghost Story" that he had seen in the Internet cafe. The dress of this guy is very similar to Ning Caichen.

There was a girl standing behind him. It was a modern dress. It was obviously not Nie Xiaoqian, and it seemed to be familiar. Ye Shaoyang stared at her for a while. She remembered everything for a moment and pointed to her: "This is a dream." You are the girl lying in bed, is Zhang Cuicui?"

Zhang Cuicui nodded, and the scholar sang Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "You are awakened very quickly."

Ye Shaoyang looked at him with vigilance and said: "Who are you?"

"Small Lin Lin Sansheng, born in the 20th year of Hongwu years, died in Yongle for ten years, is a lonely ghost." The scholars handed the hand, politely said.

Hongwu, Yongle... It turned out to be a dead ghost hundreds of years ago.

"Here, this is the dream of this lady. This dream is born of dreams," Lin Sansheng explained. "The dream is to demonize the dream, but to **** the fineness of this lady. Fortunately, it was met by Xiaosheng. This small building is Xiaosheng used the ghost technique to temporarily block the attack of the dreams. How did you come from this Xiongtai?"

Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and listened to this person - not right, it should be the ghost talking, it was too tired, but I also understood it. I nodded and said, "Yes, I thought it was a dream," I didn't expect it to be a dream, and I accidentally went to the road and fell into a dream."

The dream is the advanced form of the dreaming ghost, and it is much deeper. Although it is mostly a dream, but the dream ghost can only scare through the dream, let the sister sweat, and then sweat, but the dream is not the same, can be scared by the illusion of the image, once the fear, the character weakens, the dream You can **** on the essence, and it will take a long time to kill people...

Ye Shaoyang thinks of the living corpses and devils outside. Needless to say, it must be a dream magic, used to intimidate oneself.

"That said, you are not bad at repairing, I am very puzzled, how did you come here?" Ye Shaoyang asked.

Lin Sansheng said: "This matter will be discussed later. Nowadays, you and I should work together to break this dream. This dream is made by the dream, and the cultivation of the small life is limited. As long as you can go out, the niche must have a way to hold it. This ghost! Xiongtai does not have to worry."

Ye Shaoyang smiled. "You don't have to bother, I am going out now, killing this chop!"

Lin Sansheng frowned: "Is there a way for Xiongtai to break the dream?"

Ye Shaoyang didn't answer. Before he was accidentally, he was brought in. Now that he knows it is a dream, it is too simple to go out. Immediately biting the tip of the tongue, a stunned spirit, shaking consciousness, as if passing through countless voids, waking up...