Like a snail shrunk in a shell, the man slowly raised his head and looked at Liang Meng with wet eyes full of hope.

"Really?"

"Definitely. ”

Liang Meng raised his hand and patted the man's shoulder, and the protruding bones on his shoulder hurt when he poked his palm.

This hard-working child, what kind of weight has been lost by the torture.

Afraid that there would be any more mistakes under the spiritual power, Liang Meng did not focus on solving the problem of the man's sleepwalking, but directly cut the grass and eradicated the roots, eliminating future troubles.

She wrote a spell out of the blood of her fingertips and handed it to the man to stick to his bed.

The man took it cautiously and looked at Liang Meng suspiciously.

The long-tormented heart was not sure for a moment that this little spell would really solve its pain.

"Don't worry. This charm is attached to the bed, and at night, no matter how hard you try, you will never be able to leave the bed even half a step. ”

The man's face wrinkled into bitter melon had a sincere smile.

Excitedly, he was about to kneel down in front of Liang Meng again, but Liang Meng reached out to hold his arm to stop him.

"This spell will disappear from the bed when it is attached, but rest assured that the old situation will never be repeated. ”

"That," the man thought of something, and his tone hesitated.

"May I ask the hall master, how do I get up in the morning?"

Liang Meng couldn't help laughing, this man's face looked completely mature and introverted, how could he be so cute and honest in his heart.

"Rest assured. This spell only works at night. The spiritual power of the day will dissipate, and you can start when you want. ”

Hearing this, the man was really relieved.

His hands clenched the charm, as if he were holding a rare treasure in the world. Straighten up and bow respectfully to Liang Meng.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. ”

Liang Mengxiao's face was slightly red, and he looked at the man and waved his hand, and his face stopped talking.

"Uh... With all due respect, you are sick...... Uh......"

The matter was perfectly resolved, and the curious hall master naturally couldn't miss the opportunity to gossip.

The man looked at Liang Meng and vomited, but his eyes were full of curiosity and doubt. It soon became clear that the hall master wanted to hear the origin of this strange disease.

"The hall master doesn't know that I have this evil disease, it's not... Belch... It's not that I'm sick, it's because I've been cursed. ”

Thinking of what he had done because of this illness, the man's face was embarrassed and cramped, and his hands kept tugging in front of him.

"Cursed?"

Liang Mengxing's eyes were round, and her curiosity was picked to the highest point.

Obviously, there's a story in this.

However, what a grudge and resentment this must be, to be able to put such a disgusting and cruel curse on others.

"Why do you curse you?"

The man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his eyes became distant and distant. Clearly stuck in memories ...

"When I was very young, my grandfather, my father, they were just as abnormal as I am now, but I was too young to know what was going on. ”

"When I grew up, my grandfather and father's symptoms never went away. The strangest thing is that my mother always looks at me and sighs, I ask her what happened, she always shakes her head silently and refuses to tell me half a minute, if I ask in a hurry, she will cry blindly. Then I didn't dare to ask again. ”

"My father told me about the curse before he died, when my grandfather and mother had died. My father told me that the men of our tribe are bound to suffer the curse they received thousands of years ago when they reach adulthood. ”

"A curse a thousand years ago?"

Liang Meng was slightly stunned.

"Yes, hall master. ”

The man looked at Liang Meng and nodded. He clenched the charm in his palm even tighter.

"My father told me that a thousand years ago, one of our ancestors rescued a fox who was dying of wounds when he went up the mountain to chop wood. After returning home, the ancestors bandaged the wound with medicine, and the others had to resign themselves to fate. ”