At this moment, he noticed that there were several people in the room, looking at him nervously. Because the curtain of his bed was not lowered, it was none other than the seven Khitan masters of his Seven Star Disk Dragon Array. They immediately rushed in after hearing Yan Zongwang's screams of despair, but again, they did not find any assassins.

Wanyan Zongwang gasped and found that his entire body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water. He gasped for breath, turned his head, and shuddered with fear, for he saw a man lying beside him, still looking at him with that confident and disdainful smile, and that man was the other himself.

Wanyan Zongwang turned his head in horror to look at the few personal guards and pointed at the man on the bed and shouted, "Can't you see him?

The men looked at each other.

The team leader said cautiously: "Don't worry, Dashuai, we are outside, and the assassins can't enter." ”

Wanyan Zongwang understood, they couldn't see this person, only they could see it. He immediately turned around, raised his hand and slashed at the man's neck. As before, the man was gone with a whoosh. Wanyan Zongwang immediately turned over and got out of bed, looking around, but he couldn't find any trace of the man.

Wanyan Zongwang was shocked, waved his hand to let the seven guards withdraw, and then collapsed on the bed, desperately telling himself that he didn't care.

When he finally calmed down, he quickly fell asleep again under extreme sleepiness. But he was once again in the abyss of nightmares.

He dreamed that he was on top of a high mountain, and the surrounding stones were all covered with sharp blades facing upwards. If he grasps it, he will be cut in pain.

The rain that fell from the sky was a knife, penetrating his body, and the sharp pain left by each knife was so heartbreaking, he struggled desperately, trying to wake up from the dream, but he couldn't.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up even if he tried his best. And what made him even more painful was that he saw another self, just at the top of the knife mountain, holding Xiao Zhouhou, whom he loved and admired infinitely, was looking at him with that mocking and contemptuous gaze.

Wanyan Zongwang couldn't tolerate such a thing at all, even if that person was himself, he couldn't see another person who was bullying him.

So Wanyan Zongwang desperately wanted to climb the knife mountain to fight with that person, but when he was cut all over the body by the knife mountain, pierced countless times by the sword rain in the sky, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain after experiencing heart-rending pain, the other self and Xiao Zhouhou actually turned into a white skeleton together in an instant, shattered, and fell down towards him. When the sound of the moment was incessant, it hit him, and finally woke him up.

When Wan Yan Zongwang woke up, the room was still as bright as day, and this time only the captain of the pro-guard team came in alone, and he stood not far from the bed, looking at Wan Yan Zongwang nervously, because they all heard Wan Yan Zongwang's hysterical screams. But after he rushed in, he didn't find anything abnormal, and he didn't dare to step forward and shake the handsome man without authorization, so he could only look at Wanyan Zongwang, who shouted loudly, and finally woke up.

Wanyan Zongwang thought that after doing these two nightmares, he shouldn't do it again, he didn't expect to have a sweet dream. His greatest hope now is to be able to fall asleep, not to dream anything, let him enjoy his sleep, maybe as soon as he wakes up, he will be able to return to normal consciousness. But he only now realizes that this seems to be an undesirable thing for him.

He still has nightmares, and this night, Yan Zongwang was woken up by nightmares several times, and what appeared in the nightmare was either Xiao Zhouhou turned into white bones, or another self tortured himself in his sleep. He even dreamed that the man had grabbed the flesh from his body, stuffed it into his mouth piece by piece, chewed it vigorously, and stared at him with a vicious gaze.

Every dream scared Yan Zongwang to the point that he was soaked, and although he was sleeping this night, he barely really fell asleep, even if it was only for a moment. As soon as he fell asleep, he was immediately in a nightmare that made him almost crazy.

After dawn, he thought that he would never dream again, but whether it was night or dawn, as long as he fell asleep, he could not escape the horror of nightmares. In his dreams, he would suffer more and more misery each time. Not only physically, but also spiritually.

The greatest mental torture was that he witnessed his sweetheart Xiao Zhou being held in the arms of other men, and he felt that his heart was about to be broken into pieces. This pain is far more severe than the pain experienced in the dream.

If he was able to barely hold on without eating or drinking in the first few days, it was because he had a solid body, but now he is almost collapsing without eating or drinking on this day. This is because the nightmare has exhausted him physically and mentally.

kept dreaming of evil ghosts, he couldn't sleep at all, his whole body was almost collapsing, his eye sockets were deep, his face was dull, he just lay on the coffin, looking at Xiao Zhou Hou in the coffin fixedly. I didn't eat or drink, and I didn't pay attention to what others said, and I felt like I had lost my soul.

He didn't dare to sleep anymore, because the things he dreamed of were so terrible that he might as well stay like this, but even if he stayed like this, the person who looked like him would not give him peace. will appear by his side from time to time, front and back, left and right. Later, the man would appear in the coffin, lying on the crystal coffin behind Xiao Zhou, and then look at him with a sarcastic smile, but he could but could not drive him away.

Wanyan Zongwang finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyes were black, and he fell down next to the coffin.

Hearing the sound in the house, the guards who had been paying attention to the situation in the house outside hurriedly rushed in, carried Wanyan Zongwang to the bed, and urgently called Sui Junlangzhong for treatment.

A few Lang Zhong were in a hurry and pinched people and pierced Shixuan acupoints, and finally woke him up from his coma.

After Yan Zongwang woke up, the first thing he said was: "Go find the great god of jumping!"

The Jurchens worship the great god of dancing, because this kind of person can talk to the people of the underworld and take care of the troubles of the people in the yang world. The Jurchens generally believed in gods and ghosts, and there were such sorcerers in the army.

Soon the wizard was invited in, and as soon as the wizard heard what had happened, he prepared to do so. The wizard's method is much simpler than that of the Han people in the dojo, just insert a stick of incense, find a rooster and cut off the head, and then sprinkle the chicken blood around Wanyan Zongwang, and also sprinkle some on the coffin. Then he began to practice in a circle around the unconscious Wanyan Zongwang's big bed, singing, dancing and shouting as if possessed by gods and ghosts, and for a while various voices kept talking. This made the attendants who watched from the sidelines very awe and worship, one person can make so many sounds, otherwise how can it be explained except for the ghosts after the psychic.

The wizard took a pill and gave it to the maid, who stuffed the half-unconscious Wanyan Zongwang into her mouth and poured a pot of wine into it. After Yan Zongwang swallowed this pill, he quickly came to his senses.

He frowned when he saw chicken blood everywhere on the ground, and when his eyes fell on the coffin containing Xiao Zhouhou not far away, he saw that there was also chicken blood on it. His eyes immediately widened, and a raging flame burned in his eyes.

He sat up from the bed with a snort, walked quickly to the coffin, looked inside, and sure enough, a few drops of chicken blood were sprinkled on the white and flawless crystal coffin in the coffin. Although it didn't fall directly on Xiao Zhouhou in the coffin, it was already a great blasphemy to the gods in his heart.

Wanyan Zongwang stared at the wizard with a dead face, and the wizard was almost paralyzed with fright. Wanyan Zongwang didn't say a word, suddenly raised his hand and slapped it with a palm out of thin air, and the strong palm wind slashed obliquely on the wizard's body, and when he heard it, the wizard's pipa bone was broken in response, and his chest was cut open by the invisible knife qi, and the whole person flew out diagonally, rolled on the ground a few times, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died after two convulsions.

The seven guards were all frightened when they heard this, and they secretly thought that they were lucky, but fortunately they did not participate just now, and did not go up to the coffin to take a look, although they were all very curious about what kind of people could fascinate their brave and warlike commanders, and they did not ask about the government, and even slashed the wizard who saved him to death on the spot.

But after splitting this palm, he almost exhausted the strength of Yan Zongwang's whole body, and he fell to the ground again. The guards and Lang Zhong carried him to the bed with all hands and feet, and it was another treatment.

I don't know if it's Langzhong's medicine that works, or if the pill that the wizard who danced the god before gave him works. After tossing for a long time, he finally woke up again. He knew that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would die, so he ordered to invite another great dancer.

This time, with the experience of the past, the wizard who came no longer dared to spill the chicken blood, but just sprinkled it on the ground in a regular manner, and even dared not approach the coffin, and the dancing god only jumped in the far corner.

The dancing god tried his best, but in the end, Yan Zongwang still had nightmares as soon as he closed his eyes, and when he woke up, he would see another self, everywhere around him, and he kept staring at himself with that terrible smile of disdain.

When he ignored him, the man would climb into the coffin and lie down on the crystal coffin. This was a fatal blow and blow to Wanyan Zongwang's spirit, and Wanyan Zongwang was almost going crazy. He drove out all the useless wizards who danced the gods, and ordered his soldiers to post an example outside, looking for someone in the capital to do it for him.

Wanyan Zongwang has studied Chinese since he was a child and has a deep knowledge of Han culture. He can recite poems and write poems, and also has a deep understanding and research on the Taoist culture of the Han people. He fully believed that people with profound Taoism could cultivate immortality and ascend to immortality. So in desperation, even though she was only a Jurchen, she still pinned her hopes on the Dao Fa that she had only studied but had never seen.

However, after the notice was posted, no one came to apply, and who of these Taoists would go for money to exorcise the evil spirits of a foreign commander who led an army to invade the territory? Even some greedy people did not want to fall into this infamy. And if you don't get the money yet, if the method doesn't work, you will be executed by the Jin army.