Life is like a dream, and we are all poor people who can't tell the difference between a dream and a dream at this time, and even in a dream, we follow the rules.

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"Drip ~ Drip ~ Drip ~ Drip ......"

That night, Li Ming enjoyed the protection of the 'five insurances and one housing fund' that he had been paying, and the doctors in the hospital judged that he was unconscious because of a concussion caused by a car accident, and he was not placed in the intensive care unit due to financial problems (you know). Instead, he was pushed into a ward slightly closer to the duty room.

There are two beds in the ward, and on the other bed lies a middle-aged man who has had part of his stomach removed due to a severe stomach problem, accompanied by his wife.

There was only a curtain between the two beds, and the curtain was a blue cloth curtain, because the curtains had been used for too long, and the curtains were curled up with a slight black dot.

The room was quiet, the patient who had had part of his stomach removed was sedated to combat the pain in his body, his eyelids drooping and he looked like he was asleep. His wife lay down in a chair next to her, covered with a blanket and looking at her phone screen, occasionally looking up at the instruments on the bedside table.

The "dripping" sound emitted by the instrument is the only sound here, and even the heartbeat secretly closes its beat after staying in this environment for a long time.

That's what the woman thought.

It's just that what she didn't know was that at this time, Li Ming, who was across the bed, was radiating a dark black spiritual energy, and this energy had invaded her husband's body on the other bed, dyeing his body pitch black.

This energy is invisible to the naked eye, it is the spiritual power projected by Lin Ming, at this time the two people on the two beds have entered the dream world constructed by Lin Ming, if nothing else, they will all die on the bed with their own soul sacrifice to enhance Lin Ming's spiritual power.

Lin Ming's "dream stripping" is to put it bluntly, he has turned himself into a "mobile operator", and Li Ming, who has fallen into his technique, has become a "mobile phone" with a hotspot with Linming's "card" at this time, and the patient lying on the side who has fallen asleep is similar to another mobile phone that is searching for a hot spot.

However, this is not accurate, because if Li Ming's "hotspot" is broken, other "devices that have been connected to the Internet" will not be disconnected, but will only select one person from them to become the new "hotspot generator".

This is where Lin Ming is clever, pushing the risk to others to bear, and he, the caster, no longer needs to worry about the problem of backlash after the first spell - if this spell backfires, it will only be a "hot spot generator" that will die.

However, the flaws of this technique are also very obvious - there is only one "hot spot" at a time, which greatly limits its scope of influence.

At the same time, the patients who had fallen asleep within a radius of 500 meters with Li Ming as the center were connected to Li Ming's dream, and the number of them was about 100. So much "flow" made Li Ming a little overwhelmed, lying on the bed, his brows furrowed, and the temperature of his body rose.

The subject anomaly of the outside world also affected the dream at the same time, and the scene in Li Ming's dream began to switch, and he dreamed that he entered the bath after work. The water vapor in his face made his breath stagnant.

The "mainframe" heating also affects the connection speed of the "workgroup machine", the connection begins to be unstable, the dream begins to stagnate, and when the "mainframe" burns down, one of them will take on the role of "mainframe", and then be dragged to death by the other "workgroup online......

A realistic portrayal of a vicious circle......

However, Lin Ming, who caused all this, has no regrets about this, or he has more important things to do now.

After performing the technique, his spiritual power was empty, and he almost couldn't suppress Mo Ye's will, but fortunately, a certain young lady in the mountain temple hung up at the right time to provide Lin Ming with a blue bar, otherwise Mo Ye would be able to take back control of his body at this time.

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Ten military helicopters were on standby in the snow outside the man-made Bagua Valley in the northwest, and the crew members were all strong men with serious faces and a strong military atmosphere.

Two of the ten helicopters were transport planes, and the number of strong men present was one hundred and eight, no more, no less.

They were wearing black coats, and from the neckline, you could see that they were also wearing black clothes, and they were tights.

The temperature in the snow was below zero, and these people were wearing only an overcoat and a pair of tights, and no one shivered or shrunk their hands, which showed their physical fitness.

They lined up in the direction of the valley.

They waited like this, letting the cold wind sweep the corners of their clothes and pour them into the necklines and trousers.

It was already dark, the stars in the sky hung down their rays, and the clouds that were pulled into silk by the wind were painted on the curtain of the starry sky, and the snow valley and the sky in front of them became a perfect black and white ink.

It seemed that the scene should be quiet, and should not be disturbed by the mundane, so they all lowered their breath.

It's just that......

"Welcome to the Ancestor!"

"Greetings to the Immortals!"

The moment the three figures floated out of the snow valley, the voices of the hundred and eight strong men drank the valley and shook continuously, and the snow on the mountain tops and treetops trembled and fell a lot.

A quiet picture was completely destroyed, just because of the three immortal-like figures that flew out of the valley.

In mid-air, before landing, several strong men quickly spread the blankets they brought on the predetermined landing point, and these people made the snow near the helicopter full of shoe prints, and used blankets to spread them to prevent the shoes of the "gods" from staining.

"Whew!"

The three "immortals" landed on the blanket, and the old man with the felt hat glanced approvingly at the strong man leading the team.

"Zhou Zhong, you can stay by my side for three days after you go back this time. His tone was elegant, but it was just a noble momentum, but the strong man standing at the front holding the corner of the blanket did not dare to raise his head.

"Thank you, Ancestor!" said the man, in a voice that was neither too high nor too low, and his expression was so deferential that there was no doubt that he would lie on the ground and let the "Ancestor" step on him in the next moment, so as not to let the mud and snow on the ground stain the Ancestor's shoes.

In fact, he did.

"Ancestor, our clothes are all new. ”

As Zhou Zhong lay down, everyone behind him also lay down, and they used their bodies to pave a way to the most quaintly decorated helicopter.

In the Zhou family, it was impossible for them to bring a piece of carpet missing, but they deliberately made it like this, although this kind of style was disgusting, but it was really able to make the ancestor remember himself - at least he could be familiar.

The ancestor of the Zhou family has lived for nearly three hundred years, has the ability to fly to the heavens and the earth, and is one of the few "immortals" in the world - ordinary people do not understand how to cultivate the truth, so they have deified them. In fact, in terms of cultivation, the three in front of them are only in the Jindan period, and their longevity is only five hundred years, and if this one of the Zhou family can't break through to the next realm within two hundred years, he will really have to "feather and ascend to the immortal......

"Very good! Very good!"

The old man in the felt hat smiled, nodded to the two old men who were one step behind him, and then stepped on Zhou Zhong's broad back with a big fall.

The old man surnamed Zhuge looked at the mud and snow all over the ground and the men lying on their stomachs in the mud and snow, hesitated for a moment and took out his steps, but their brows were slightly wrinkled, and their steps were a little sluggish.

"Zhou Yan has no successor......"

A silent sigh didn't know whose heart it sounded, and the voice was so regretful.