Qing Yu told Fang Song about his "experience", and to put it simply, he was sleepwalking.

As soon as his eyes were closed and he was there.

He doesn't know anything, he doesn't know anything.

It's just that when he had consciousness again, he saw the black shadow condensing soon, and Fang Song came over at the last moment.

"Yes, it looks like I'm blinded by the ghostly ghosts, in that case......" He was silent for a moment, and Qingyu looked at him like this.

Wait for what he says next, see what he will say, and how he will respond.

"Looks like I'm going to have to check it out for you, the ghosts not only hurt people's bodies, but they also invade the mind and body, killing you in your sleep before you know it. ”

"Since you're here in a daze, you're probably fascinated. ”

The gong in Fang Song's hand was powerless and automatic, making a subtle "buzzing" sound.

Hearing it in Qingyu's ears made him dizzy, and his steps staggered as if he was drunk, but fortunately he held on to the locust tree in time.

"It's... Problems with gongs. ”

He quickly sensed the problem, Fang Song did it on purpose, it was a real attack that invaded the mind and body, and hurt people invisibly.

If this is another person, he will definitely not be able to find it here, and he can only be slaughtered by others.

He found out, but the situation was not much better, and the discovery was found, but he didn't have a good enough countermeasure.

At most, you can hit your head on the locust tree, and maybe you can knock yourself awake.

But apparently there was another way, and he slammed his head and slapped it down with a "snap".

I feel dizzy in front of my eyes, but the feeling of being "shaken" by the gong is not so serious.

"What's wrong?" Fang Song said with concern.

"My head hurts a little. Qingyu rubbed his temples and told him anyway.

"This ...... Was it backlashed so quickly?"

"Come on, with your back to the locust tree, I'll help you take a look. ”

Qing Yu asked, "Is it serious?" he did as Fang Song said, leaning against the locust tree.

With something to support him, it would indeed be much more comfortable, at least he felt that his head didn't hurt so much.

It's just that it's still uncomfortable, vague and groggy, and I feel like I can never open my eyes as long as I close them.

The five senses no longer receive information from the outside world, but instead plunge into the spiritual world, simply put, dreaming.

It's just that this dream won't wake up, everything is in the service of dreams.

Qingyu quickly figured things out, the problem is that it is useless to know where the problem is, he even knows the solution.

There is more than one, and in a matter of seconds he can construct at least a hundred solutions, but the problem is that none of them can be implemented.

All of those solutions have a premise, he's a monk, is he? Of course he is, but not at this time.

Monks who don't even have spiritual power have a hammer.

His eyelids were like a fight, and he kept pulling down, closing them at any time, and in his blurred vision, he could faintly see Fang Song and the gong and wooden hammer he was lifting.

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"It's a big deal......

"Without cultivation, I'm too hungry. ”

In order not to fall into eternal sleep, he was thinking about something in his head.

At the same time, the arm on the temple hung down weakly, brushed his chest and fell parallel to his waist, shaking twice to lift it.

However, it still didn't work, so I had to let my hands hang down like this.

Seeing this, Fang Song smiled imperceptibly, and then quickly retracted it, putting on a serious expression.

Qingyu also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh yet.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a beating sound in his heart that was imperceptible to ordinary people, canceling out the tormenting sound of the gong.

He pretended not to know anything, pretended to be invaded by the ghostly spirit, and leaned against the tree.

His cultivation came back partially, but at this time, his chest was hot, as if he had stuffed several chili peppers into it and poured buckets of magma.

Not only spicy, but also hot.

He's waiting, waiting for someone to come, and it's hard to say if there is one, if the village chief is really as he thinks.

Obviously, he will wait, but if he guesses wrong, he can only choose to attack.

This is the last method he wants to use, Fang Song, as a watchman, wanders day and night, and carries two matching spiritual weapons with him.

What's more, the real strength is not clear to him, and there is such a description in the note of the predecessor of the traverser.

The gong resounded for a hundred miles.

Regardless of the power, this range alone is terrifying.

What's more, the senior traverser also said that this was to destroy a powerful ghost, which means that the gong was aggressive.

Although looking at the degree of oxidation of the handwriting and paper, it has been a certain number of years, but Fang Song is a cultivator, who knows how long he has lived.

As far as his current cultivation is concerned, he really doesn't even know how to die.

can only hope that Fang Song is a vegetable ratio.

"Hold on, it is written in the book, the more sleepy you are at this time, the more you can't sleep, but this is really rare, and I haven't seen it......

Alas, leave it to fate, fortunately, that ghost is not strong, it should only be a little special ability. ”

Fang Song was right to let him hold on to this, he really couldn't sleep at this time, this was a well-known method in the Xuan Realm.

He didn't lie to Qingyu either, probably because he wanted Qingyu not to suspect him.

"It's going to be a little louder, you hold on. ”

The wooden hammer was about to be knocked down, and Qing Yu's hand hanging on his waist moved, at this moment.

"You're here, why did you come to this kind of place at night, so I'm easy to find. ”

An old man walked over in the distance, because he was too old, he didn't walk fast, but he still walked steadily, unhurriedly.

Probably to make it heard, he was a little louder than usual.

Hearing the voice, Qingyu was more than half relieved.

He guessed correctly, the village chief is here, and then as long as the process is normal, he can go back to sleep in peace.

"Village Chief, why are you here?

It's dangerous to go out at night. ”

Fang Song greeted him and carefully supported the village chief.

"I came to him, and he couldn't even sleep well when he was old.

I thought he was just going to the toilet or drinking water, but I didn't expect it to take so long, so I came out to find him without worry. ”

Obviously, the village chief came out to look for someone after being woken up by Qingyu and finding that he was not in the house.