Knock knock!

Zhou Wen only felt that his heart was beating like a drum, and it was beating faster and faster, making Zhou Wen feel as if his heart was about to pop out of his chest.

"Could it be that there has been a problem with heart function due to excessive blood loss recently?" Zhou Wen had never had such an experience, and wanted to open his eyes and sit up to make his body better.

But Zhou Wen was not able to open his eyes, his body was not able to sit up, and he was not even able to move his fingers, the feeling was like wanting to get up to pee in his sleep, but he couldn't get up.

"What's going on?" Zhou Wen had an ominous premonition in his heart, he was sure that he was not dreaming, his mind was very clear.

What made Zhou Wen feel even worse was that there seemed to be something pressing on his body, and the thing was getting heavier and heavier, making his chest feel stuffy, and he was about to lose his breath.

Even so, Zhou Wen still couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't move, as if he couldn't wake up in his sleep.

"Did I meet the ghost press bed that my grandfather told me when I was a child?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.

Because Zhou Wen's father is very busy with work and he has no mother, Zhou Wen's grandfather took care of Zhou Wen when he was a child, and every night in the past, his grandfather would tell stories to coax Zhou Wen to sleep.

And grandpa's stories, most of them are ghost stories, maybe there is a story of a mysterious mobile phone, but Zhou Wen was too young at that time, most of the stories I don't remember, only a few particularly scary ghost stories, Zhou Wen's memory is particularly deep, and I can't forget it until now, including the ghost press.

Zhou Wen felt that his current state was very similar to the ghost press bed that his grandfather talked about, and his mind was very clear, but he couldn't wake up and couldn't move his body.

The body seemed to be pressed by some heavy object, and his heart was beating wildly, which made Zhou Wen feel very uncomfortable, and wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

This feeling lasted from midnight to more than six o'clock in the morning, and Zhou Wen suddenly regained control of his body, sat up from the bed at once, ran into the bathroom, and threw up violently at the toilet.

Zhou Wen felt that he was about to vomit out the bile, and he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"What the hell is going on? It shouldn't be as simple as eating a bad stomach, right?" Zhou Wen suddenly thought of what happened to the Jing Dao Immortal last night, and couldn't help but be shocked: "It can't be related to the Jing Dao Immortal, right?"

Zhou Wen washed his face, turned around and came to the living room, and took out the stack of purple metal cards he had hidden in the drawer.

There is no change in the metal card, and the three words of the Lost Immortal Sutra are not heavy or shallow, and they are clearly engraved on the metal card.

"Jing Dao Immortal is moody, I rejected him before, he gave me the Immortal Sutra definitely not well, maybe the problem is on the metal card, is it possible to poison?" Zhou Wen was very suspicious, the purple metal card was given hallucinogenic drugs by the Jing Dao Immortal, and it could have an impact on the human body through skin penetration.

The school had taught this general knowledge, and Zhou Wenxue was also good, using pliers to put the purple metal card in a glassware, and conducted some simple tests, but no toxin reaction was found.

"Isn't there any poison on it, or is the composition of the toxin relatively special and can't be detected by ordinary simple methods?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly.

After tossing for a while, Zhou Wen felt that his body seemed to be back to normal again, his heartbeat slowed down, and he didn't feel like vomiting anymore.

Zhou Wen was a little skeptical that he really just had a bad stomach, and after taking a little of the diarrhea medicine that is commonly available at home, it seemed that his body had completely returned to normal, and there was no abnormal situation.

While paying attention to his body, he played the game and farmed monsters, and now Zhou Wen has the ability to kill the Dry Bone General alone in the game, but it takes a long time, almost an hour, to be able to kill the Dry Bone General once.

The second time he killed the Dry Bone General alone in the game, nothing broke out, which made Zhou Wen slightly disappointed.

Zhou Wen didn't want to waste his blood to reopen the copy of the ancient imperial city, so he could only control the bloody villain to continue to explore the depths of the ancient city.

The ancient buildings are one after another, like a huge magic palace, Zhou Wen has the heart to enter the ancient buildings to take a look, but he is afraid of wasting blood after death.

The more you go into the ancient imperial city, the more dry bone soldiers you will encounter, and when you get to the back, the dry bone soldiers on the street are pouring in like a tide, and you can't kill them all, but you never see the dry bone general appear again.

After fighting until the night, there was still an endless sea of dry bones on the street, so Zhou Wen had no choice but to control the bloody villain and choose to quit the game.

He didn't have a good rest last night, and his body was a little tired, so he wanted to rest early today, recuperate and continue to fight tomorrow.

Lying on the bed, it didn't take long for Zhou Wen to fall asleep, but not long after falling asleep, Zhou Wen woke up again all of a sudden, and the experience of the ghost pressing the bed last night befell him again.

His heart was beating wildly, and his body seemed to be pressed by some heavy object, which made Zhou Wen feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn...... It's definitely not as simple as eating a bad stomach...... It must be a ghost ...... the well fairy," Zhou Wen had the urge to scold people.

He didn't have any grudges against Jing Dao Immortal, but because he refused the Heavenly Demon True Solution given by Jing Dao Immortal, Jing Dao Immortal just treated him like this, which was really hateful.

After a long night, when it was dawn, almost the same time as yesterday, the feeling of the ghost pressing the bed disappeared, and Zhou Wencai regained control of himself.

Zhou Wen got up again and rushed into the bathroom, this time he vomited more than yesterday, and he felt like he was about to vomit his stomach.

Just like yesterday, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared quickly, if it weren't for the uncomfortable death just now, and the things that were spit out hadn't rushed down, Zhou Wen almost had some doubts that the physical discomfort just now was just an illusion.

Zhou Wen has now determined that there must be something wrong with his body, and nine times out of ten it is what Jing Dao Immortal did to him.

It's obviously not realistic to go to the well fairy now.

The entire Earth Federation has been wanted by Jing Daoxian for decades, but they have not been able to arrest him, Zhou Wen is such a high school student, it is too difficult to find him.

Even if he was lucky and really found Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen didn't think that he had the strength to seek justice from the Jing Dao Immortal.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Wen took out the purple metal card engraved with the Immortal Sutra again, and this time Zhou Wen did not hesitate, and directly opened the purple metal card to see the content on it.

Jing Dao Immortal once said to Zhou Wen that there was an interesting Yuan Qi recipe recorded in it, let him go back and practice, Zhou Wen guessed whether the solution to the physical problem would be in this Immortal Sutra.

Although this kind of thinking may not be reliable, Zhou Wen has no other way now, but to see what the Immortal Sutra is first, and then make a plan.