After condensing into strips, the true qi will become stronger, and there will be essential progress, whether it is the strengthening of the body, or the ability to absorb stars, calm and guard, etc., it will also be significantly improved.

For example, when I met Zhao Liming today, the demonic qi in his body was very troublesome to suck up, and he could hardly suck it up, if he hadn't knocked him out, he almost failed.

After sucking it, because of his own lack of strength, he almost went really crazy.

Once the silk is condensed into strips, it will be much easier to absorb the demonic qi of the heart demon in the future, and when it encounters a trace of demonic energy in the heart of the demon, it will be caught and suppressed directly.

Theoretically, as long as you live long enough, you are not too lazy, keep absorbing demonic qi, return to the source, and then wait for these true qi to slowly merge with each other to form a stronger true qi......

It is a matter of time before this process is repeated and reaches the level of Jin Yun.

But living long enough is the most difficult in itself.

Not to mention that you may meet a guy who is much more powerful than you at any time, and slap yourself to death, even if you are safe, any life will face aging.

Anyway, even Jin Yun himself didn't survive to the day of detachment, so he hung up.

"Hung up?"

Speaking of this, Chen Feng was a little strange.

When Su Xinyuan died, the demonic qi was overflowing, and the air in the entire hospital had a sweet smell;

Even far away from the hospital, he could smell the sweetness in the air.

Su Xinyuan is powerful, but it depends on who she is compared with.

Compared with Jin Yun, she is similar to an ant.

The essence of demonic qi is also a kind of true qi, even when she died, it was so loud and earth-shattering, but when Jin Yun hung up, it was silent.

Isn't that a bit unconscionable?

I can't figure it out, but I have time to read the notes of Shixinzhai again during this time, maybe there are relevant instructions.

After a busy night, I was also sleepy, climbed into bed, and casually took the strange folding fan in my hand and played with it, this thing was picked up from Su Xinyuan's hospital bed, in line with the idea of 'props may appear in a copy', Chen Feng did not hand it over, and secretly kept it himself.

After looking at it over and over for a while, there are ink stains on the front and the song 'Cutting off the Beauty' on the back, which is nothing special except for giving people an eerie feeling.

When I put the true qi into the fan, I didn't see any movement.

Is it just an ordinary fan? Not a prop?

No, I've met the boss, so what should I give?

Do you have to kill the boss yourself before you can produce props?

Forget it, let's do it first, if you haven't found anything abnormal in a few days, this is just an ordinary fan, put the idea on Su Xinyuan's sake, and give it back to her.

Thinking about it, my eyelids sank a little bit.

After a while, Chen Feng's slight snoring sounded in the room.

The fan moved slightly, slipping out of his hand.

Sneer......

The fan surface opened up little by little.

It was as if there was an invisible person in the room, standing beside Chen Feng's bed, gently shaking the fan.

On the front, among the irregularly scattered ink stains, there are clumps of ink stains, which gradually turn blood red.

It was as red as blood, like a peach blossom blooming.

……

Chen Feng had a dream.

In the dream, it is a black and white world.

Outside an unknown remote mountain village, he saw a middle-aged man holding a shovel.

And under the shovel is a baby girl in swaddling clothes.

Don't ask why you know it's a baby girl, he in the dream just knows;

Not only did he know that it was a baby girl, but he even knew a local vice completely untaught:

If a daughter is a loser, and if she gives birth to a daughter, and her father shoots her to death with a shovel, and blood splashes on her father's body, and splashes a few drops of blood, the family will have several sons in the future.

The shovel fell, and the middle-aged man's face did not have much unbearable look.

Maybe this is not the first time he has done this, and he has long been numb;

Perhaps, compared to the difficulties of life and the desire to inherit the lineage, shooting a baby girl to death is not too much of an option;

Chen Feng subconsciously stepped forward to stop him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his hand passed through the other party's body lightly.

The shovel fell heavily.

At the last moment, the baby girl suddenly burst into tears, raised her two little hands and grabbed something hard at the sky.

If someone with experience with children sees it, they will know that the posture of the baby girl is not to block anything, but to hug.

The shovel tilted, pressed against the baby's head, and slapped heavily on the bluestone slab, splashing a few sparks.

A spark hit the girl's eyebrows, leaving some traces, like a branded plum blossom.

……

The picture in the dream turned.

A few years later, the family still did not give birth to a son, the woman died of cancer, and the man went to the city to work to earn money.

The little girl became a left-behind child, and with the help of the town's poverty alleviation office, she completed primary and secondary school, and then went to the county high school with excellent grades.

Soon after, her father died unexpectedly, and the girl almost dropped out of school again, thanks to the support of well-wishers.

In her grief, she studied desperately, wanting to change her fate.

Finally, after graduating from high school, I was admitted to the normal university in the provincial capital.

If there is no accident, in a few years, a primary school in the provincial capital will have an additional young art or music teacher.

In a public performance of a drama organized by the school, the girl unexpectedly met the 'good Samaritan' who had sponsored her back then.

"I didn't expect the yellow-haired girls to grow so big, if you don't dislike it, just call me Uncle Zhou. ”

The handsome middle-aged uncle shook hands with the girl cordially and sent warm care.

Zhou Jing?!

Chen Feng immediately recognized this well-dressed and personable middle-aged entrepreneur as Zhou Jing in the ICU.

Although, he actually didn't look at Zhou Jing's face properly, at this time, Zhou Jing turned his back to him.

However, Chen Feng in the dream just knows!

At this moment, Chen Feng's hand was slightly cold.

A little girl who was only seven or eight years old, dressed in red, didn't know when she came to his side, her cold little hand took his hand, and looked up at her with wide eyes.

In the center of the eyebrows, there is a little Yin Hong.

Dressed in red, there is a little rainbow in the center of his eyebrows, which has become the only color of this black and white dream.

Chen Feng didn't feel scared, but squatted down and asked, "Who are you?"

"Brother, brother, you save my sister, that uncle is a bad person!"

The little girl's big eyes were full of pleading.

Chen Feng looked at the little girl carefully.

Just call him uncle, call me brother, this favor, my brother can help!

But how can you help?

took the little girl's hand and asked, "Are you Xiao Su Xinyuan?"

The little girl pouted and shook her head, and said pitifully, "I don't know." ”

"Do you not know who you are, or do you not know how to help?" Chen Feng asked.

The little girl still shook her head.

Not far away, Zhou Jing was chatting with Su Xinyuan very affectionately, Chen Feng thought about it, and stepped forward to slap Zhou Jing.

Void.

The palm passed over his face without a hint of hindrance.

Zhou Jing continued to talk and laugh, and the humor of the middle-aged mature man made Su Xinyuan giggle frequently.

Listen to their conversation, and next, it's time to go to the hotel.

Su Xinyuan participated in the school's repertory troupe, which had a charity performance to raise funds for poor children in mountainous areas, and Zhou Jing was one of the sponsors of the performance.

Boss Zhou wants to invite all the students and teachers to have dinner together.

"Hey, how the hell do you do that?"

It was the first time Chen Feng had encountered this situation, and he had no choice but to ask for help from the little girl in red again.

The little girl in red still shook her head, but her expression became more and more anxious, and she looked like she was about to cry.

At this moment, the alarm bell rang loudly, and the whole dream sounded!

"Why is there a fire brigade in my dream?!"

Chen Feng turned his head to look around,

Could it be that in reality, I met a fire burn patient, so there is a fire brigade in my dream?

The fire brigade, fighting the fire, is to save Su Xinyuan?

Isn't that what it means?