Wang Sheng scratched his hair indiscriminately, he couldn't understand what all this was all about.

At noon, the pagoda once again emitted green smoke, Wang Sheng and the four of them sat on the steps opposite the pagoda, watching strange things happen, Cheng Hao proposed, at night, sneak into the temple, go to the top of the pagoda to inspect it.

"When did you get here?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and when they looked back, they saw an old man in his fifties standing behind them.

Wang Sheng frowned: "You are Zhang Sheng?" ”

"Why can't you recognize me after a few years of not seeing me?"

Wang Sheng suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed Zhang Sheng and yelled, "What the hell are you playing!" ”

Zhang Sheng looked at Wang Sheng with a confused expression: "What are you talking about?" ”

Wang Sheng thought that Zhang Sheng was deliberately pretending to be stupid, and he just raised his fist, but was stopped by Leng Ai. Leng Ai simply told Zhang Sheng about Wang Sheng's experience in the past three days and nights, and Zhang Sheng also had a question mark in his head after hearing it.

Leng Ai asked, "Is there any ability to control people's dreams?" ”

Zhang Sheng thought about it for a long time, and finally shook his head.

Cheng Hao asked, "Aren't you in Dalian?" What are you doing here? ”

Zhang Sheng took out a yellow envelope from his arms: "Didn't you write this letter to me?" ”

There is no recipient's address on the envelope, it should have been delivered to Zhang Sheng's door in person by the person who wrote the letter, and the letter read: Zhang Sheng, hello. Yuncheng City, Shanxi Province, there is a strange incident, I hope you can go to find out.

After Zhang Sheng settled in Dalian, he always lived in seclusion, hardly interacting with outsiders, he had no friends, no one knew where he lived at all, and the person who wrote to Zhang Sheng not only knew where he lived, but also knew his name, so it can be inferred that this person not only knew Zhang Sheng, but was also very familiar with Zhang Sheng.

The bald head touched his shiny head and said, "Could it be Zhao Xianxian?" ”

Since Zhang Sheng let Prophet Zhao go, Zhang Sheng has never seen him again, but Prophet Zhao has extraordinary divination ability, it should not be difficult for him to find Zhang Sheng's location, as the bald head said, it is very likely that Prophet Zhao divined something here, and then he informed Zhang Sheng of this matter.

Wang Sheng inevitably had some suspicions, Zhao Xian didn't have the slightest remorse, this was another game he had set up, and he wanted to kill Zhang Sheng here.

Xinglong Temple pagoda smoke matter, Zhang Sheng did not figure out what the situation was, and chatted with the temple host for an afternoon, there were no clues, the sun slowly set down, Cheng Hao set up a tent in front of the temple again. Zhang Sheng created an illusion, he asked Wang Sheng to live in the illusion, Wang Sheng said that he didn't agree to anything, Zhang Sheng's illusion had left an indelible shadow on Wang Sheng's mind.

Wang Sheng swallowed a yellow capsule, he didn't dare to close his eyes again, that feeling that life was worse than death, he didn't want to try a fourth time.

Leng Ai was also very worried about Wang Sheng, she also swallowed a yellow capsule, and wanted to accompany Wang Sheng until dawn.

Zhang Sheng asked, "They arrested you, why didn't they kill you?" ”

Wang Sheng replied angrily: "How do I know, those three monks don't even let out a fart, oh, by the way, before I lost consciousness, I smelled the kind of incense you used to create illusions." ”

Zhang Sheng frowned: "How is this possible?" ”

The incense offered by Zhang Sheng is a family secret recipe, the main function is to use incense to attract the attention of the corpse, after Zhang Sheng learned the illusion, the incense offering has also been improved, it can make people hallucinate, let people unconsciously enter Zhang Sheng's illusion. The cost of this incense is very expensive, the materials are very scarce, and the method of making this incense is only known to Zhang Sheng.

Wang Shenghu asked suspiciously, "Could it be that Prophet Zhao divined the recipe for making incense from you?" ”

Zhang Sheng said: "Impossible, if everything can be divined, the soothsayer will not become a scientist." ”

Wang Sheng scratched his hair, and vaguely, he smelled the smell of incense again, Wang Sheng quickly stood up and looked around vigilantly.

Cheng Hao got out of the tent, and his brows furrowed together: "Have you smelled the fragrance?" ”

"You smell it too?" Wang Sheng was very surprised.

Cheng Hao smiled faintly: "I smell it, I know where this fragrance comes from." As he spoke, Cheng Hao took out the gun on his waist.

Wang Sheng couldn't wait to ask, "Where is it?" ”

Cheng Hao's expression suddenly became very cold, and he slowly raised the gun in his hand: "Go down and ask the king of Hades." ”

Wang Sheng didn't understand what was going on, Cheng Hao had already pulled the trigger, Wang Sheng felt that his eyes were dark, and there was a pain in his forehead, Wang Sheng wanted to rub it with his hands, but he couldn't lift his arm, and slowly opened his eyes, he saw a room covered with moss.

Wang Sheng scolded, his voice echoing in the room, but no one answered him. Also after a long time, the old monk came to the basement and stood in front of Wang Sheng, no matter how Wang Sheng scolded him, he still looked at Wang Sheng and didn't say anything.

It was still the same torture, when the vice clamped Wang Sheng's fingers, his consciousness gradually blurred. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and it was also four o'clock in the morning, and the morning glow was already shining in the sky.

Leng Ai sat in the side pocket of the motorcycle and slept Zhengxiang, Zhang Sheng leaned back on the wheel of the motorcycle, making a faint snoring sound, and the snoring of the bald head Cheng Hao in the tent came and went.

Wang Sheng swallowed his saliva, a little crazy in his heart, why did he still fall asleep after eating capsules that can replenish his strength.

Wang Sheng called everyone up and told him about last night again.

Leng Ai looked at Wang Sheng with a puzzled expression: "I didn't eat the yellow capsule?" ”

Cheng Hao said: "Yes, last night I set up a tent, you fell asleep in the pocket of the motorcycle, we have been chatting, and we went to bed at almost four o'clock." Leng Ai, didn't you say that you were keeping vigil, why did you fall asleep? ”

Is it all just a dream? But why is the feeling in the dream so real, and why is it the same scenery every time I dream it?

Cheng Hao smiled: "You are just dreaming, making us all nervous with you." ”

"I'm sure it's definitely not a dream."

The bald head yawned and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a dream or not, it can't die anyway." ”

Although Zhang Sheng didn't believe that Wang Sheng was dreaming, he couldn't give a reasonable explanation, torturing people in a dream, and Zhang Sheng heard about it for the first time.

Wang Sheng didn't know how to confirm his experience, so he sighed helplessly: "You guys didn't sleep so late, what are you talking about?" ”

Zhang Sheng smiled: "It's what I've done in the past few years, and Zhao Sicheng's situation." ”

Zhao Sicheng is already a twenty-year-old young man, with a strong body, a flexible mind, and a very fast learner, although he does not have the same attainments as Zhang Sheng, but he is definitely a rare talent. But there is one thing that really gives Zhang Sheng a headache, every time Luo Na's sacrifice day, Zhao Sicheng remembers everything, that is, no one knows anyone, even Zhang Sheng.

Zhao Sicheng has no shortage of soul, he went to the hospital to check that everything was normal, Zhang Sheng tried all kinds of methods, but he could not cure Zhao Sicheng's hysteria.

At noon, Wang Sheng and the others sat on the steps in front of the pagoda until the sky gradually darkened, and the pagoda did not emit a trace of green smoke.

In the evening, Cheng Hao had to set up a tent at the gate of the temple again, Wang Sheng didn't want to live here anymore, so he had to leave Longxing Temple now.

Cheng Hao smiled: "You are too bold, a few dreams will scare you like this." ”

"How many times have I said it, it's not a dream, it's definitely real!"

Leng Ai persuaded softly: "This is the only way we can find clues, so you can accommodate it." ”

Wang Sheng shook his head desperately: "If you want to live, I won't live here." ”

Zhang Sheng showed a strange smile on his face, slowly walked to Leng Ai's side, and said softly: "If I'm not mistaken, you are a wizard, and you are also a disciple of the horse." ”

Leng Ai nodded lightly, and Zhang Sheng also nodded gently: "Come with me, I have something to tell you." ”

Leng Ai followed Zhang Sheng out of more than ten meters, Wang Sheng saw it from a distance, Leng Ai's expression was surprised for a while, and he covered his mouth and snickered, and after a while, Leng Ai returned to Wang Sheng's side, Wang Sheng hurriedly asked her what Zhang Sheng said, but Leng Ai had a mysterious expression on her face, and looked at Wang Sheng without saying a word.

Wang Sheng turned his head to look at Zhang Sheng: "What's going on?" ”

Zhang Sheng leaned on the motorcycle, looking at the sunset in the distance, his eyes were full of contempt, and his face showed a trace of disdain: "Carving insect skills." ”

Wang Sheng frowned: "What ......?"

Zhang Sheng gently put his index finger on his lips: "Quiet." ”

Cheng Hao asked suspiciously, "Is this tent still installed?" ”

Zhang Sheng smiled: "Where do we stay tonight if you don't pretend?" ”

Wang Sheng said: "No, no matter what you say today, I won't live here." ”

Zhang Sheng laughed and said, "Don't worry, I promise you a good night's sleep." ”

Cheng Hao assembled the tent, Zhang Sheng asked Wang Sheng to lie in the tent, Zhang Sheng didn't call him, and he was not allowed to come out. Wang Sheng walked into the tent nervously, Cheng Hao wanted to close the door of the tent, Wang Sheng didn't agree to anything, sat in the tent and looked at Zhang Sheng, hoping that Zhang Sheng would give him a reasonable explanation.

Leng Ai took out the gun on his waist and handed it to Zhang Sheng's hand, Zhang Sheng looked at the gun in his hand and aimed it at Wang Sheng's head. "Bang" A gunshot rang out, Wang Sheng screamed and jumped up, he didn't feel a trace of pain, at this time he found that he was sitting on a chair, the rope on his body was very strong, and he struggled a few times, without the slightest effect.

Looking around, it was still the mossy basement, Wang Sheng became very manic, and opened his mouth to scold, regardless of whether anyone could hear it or not.

"What's the noise, can't you be quiet for a while?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door, and as far as the eye could see, Zhang Sheng left unhurriedly.

Wang Sheng yelled: "Where is this, let me go." ”

Zhang Sheng smiled: "What's the hurry, you can't die." ”

Wang Sheng scolded, if he wasn't tied to the chair, he would definitely slap Zhang Sheng's two big mouths.

"Stop scolding, scold me again and stuff your mouth!"

Wang Sheng snorted coldly: "I knew it was you who did it, let's say, what do you want to do?" ”

Zhang Sheng glared at Wang Sheng unhappily: "You know a fart, you are a Gu, don't push things on me!" ”

Gu, according to legend, is a poisonous insect cultivated artificially. It originated in the Southern Zhao Kingdom of the Sui Dynasty, and is now in the southern part of Yunnan and northern Vietnam. Li Shizhen's "Compendium of Materia Medica" in the "Four Insects" collection quotes the original words of the Tang Dynasty's Chen Zangqi: take a hundred insects into the urn, and after years of opening, there must be a worm that eats all the insects, that is, this is called Gu. Gu release is a mysterious witchcraft inherited from ancient times in our country, and the Meishan Gu art in central and western Hunan is very powerful, which can be called talking about Gu color change.

Although Zhang Sheng doesn't know Gu art, his ancestral home is Xiangxi, and he still has a certain understanding of Gu art. In the evening, Zhang Sheng found that Wang Sheng's eyes were dilated, and Wang Sheng inadvertently touched his neck, Zhang Sheng had already noticed something unusual, but he was not a wizard, and he was not sure if Wang Sheng had fallen into the Gu.