Chapter 221: Painting Dreams
"I suspect there were still fish that slipped through the net!" The female ghost Yanyan said.
When Wang Hai heard this, he frowned: "This is impossible!" Those old ghosts, but I saw them all disappear. ”
"Isn't there an exception?" The female ghost Yanyan asked.
Wang Hai thought for a moment: "Maybe it was at that time, the people who lived next to the Hades Mansion heard something, but it was definitely impossible to be in the Hades Mansion." ”
Wang Hai is still very confident in himself, and he absolutely ruled out this accident.
The female ghost Yaksha also sounded calm, for the sake of safety.
She told Wang Hai all the things she came here to talk about, and she could always see some clues with Wang Hai's years of experience.
"If you hear it nearby, you must just know that the Ghost King is injured, right? This does not prove that it is in the underworld, but those who entered the mansion back then are all registered. Wang Hai replied.
"No! Even so, you can't let it go. ”
"The ghost king is suspicious now, although it is only the old female ghost who said it, but the fact that his memory has disappeared is a fact, and he has often talked about some strange dreams recently, which may have something to do with his memory recovery." The female ghost Yanyan was still worried.
"Shall we erase his memory again?" Wang Hai asked.
"You think I don't want to?"
"It's not so simple to delete his memory, and he is still the ghost king, if I didn't trick the previous ghost king into taking action to remove the injured him, how could I have the opportunity to stay by his side?"
"This ......"
"I remember that the previous ghost king hid some forbidden books, there may be some methods in them, anyway, I'll find them out first."
"You go first, the old female ghost who came over before found it and destroyed it." The female ghost said indifferently.
"Okay, I'll do it!"
……
"Mother! Where are you? ”
"Mother, I'm afraid."
"Mother!"
For several nights, Peng Ziran had the same dream.
There are messy corpses all around, and many demon beasts are gnawing on human flesh, and the scene is very bloody.
You can still hear the shouts of the people, and the sounds of fear echo through the city.
The moon in the sky was rounded, but it was bloodthirsty red.
Crows and vultures hovered in the air, flying down from time to time to nibble on meat.
Then fly away before the other large monsters arrive.
The ground was red with blood, and the smell of fish was particularly strong.
In the dream, he stood in the palace and walked outside the palace, on the way he met two familiar people, his eyes were moist, but he couldn't remember who the other party was, he was sad and wept, and wanted to touch the pair of dead eyes.
At this time, he saw a man in the sky, holding a large tripod in his hand.
The horror was that it sucked the monks who were close to him as if it were sucking human blood.
Screams kept coming from above.
He couldn't see the appearance of the man holding up the crown, but he saw the woman directly below, and the woman looked up in pain with a touch of white clothes.
He recognized the back and hurried to walk over, but his calves were so slow that when he just came out of the palace gate, he couldn't see those people anymore.
Suddenly, a man came beside him, covered in blood, and it could be seen that he was wearing the clothes of a palace guard.
When he saw Peng Zi, he immediately picked him up and ran out of the city.
But when he reached the city gate, the man was almost unable to support himself because of his injuries.
He put down Peng Ziran and said to him sadly: "Gong, I'm sorry, I may not be able to leave, you go quickly."
With that, the man fell.
Peng Ziran shook the man, who was already motionless.
At this time, a few wolf beasts came.
They slowly approached.
Peng Ziran was extremely scared, but in fact, those wolf beasts didn't care about him.
It felt like I wasn't interested in him.
But even so.
Peng Ziran was still scared and ran while crying.
So he kept running into the forest, and on the way he encountered some monsters.
But those demon beasts were all more advanced, and they were not afraid of Peng Ziran's unique smell, but they didn't eat him directly in one bite.
They chased after Peng Ziran, like a cat teasing a mouse.
Until he caught up with Peng Ziran to the top of the mountain, he met a man like a drop immortal.
But he was just about to see the man's appearance.
Suddenly, the picture changed.
He was looking at the ceiling in the cradle.
I can still hear the voices of some adults talking.
"The little boy is getting cuter and cuter."
"That's right! Our princess is a beauty, and her son looks like her. ”
The two maids were chattering.
There were footsteps outside, and the maid who had been talking was gone.
The cradle beneath him began to sway.
"Baby, be good! If you are older, your mother will take you out to play. ”
A familiar voice came from his ears, and Peng Ziran's whole body froze.
"Mother?"
He tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.
Xindao: That's right, it's just a dream, but why does the voice sound like Sister Xue?
He stared at the slender jade hand that lay on the cradle.
He really wanted to see what the mother who shouted in his mouth was like.
At this time, the woman who was sitting on the chair next to her stood up.
Originally, I only saw the face on the top of my head, but now I can see it all clearly.
That's right.
This woman is his favorite Snow Sister.
In fact, from the first time he saw Fang Xue, he already had a strong sense of familiarity.
It's just that what I don't understand is why in my dreams, I would call Fang Xue my mother.
He's so young.
For as long as he can remember, he has been in the Five Elements Continent.
Nothing has changed.
What's wrong with this?
He was puzzled, but he felt ridiculous.
Even if he looked very similar to Fang Xue, the distance between the two was too long.
Fang Xue was an iceman from 10,000 years ago.
Because of special drugs and conditions, she just fell asleep.
But he's alive all the time.
Fang Xue in the dream smiled sweetly at him.
Then kiss him on the forehead.
There was a trace of expectation in his heart that Fang Xue would be his mother.
But before he was 10 years old, his parents died when he was in the Fire Country.
Now, it would be incredible to tell him that those two were not his parents.
There was one more thing he couldn't figure out.
Why did the people of the original earth country go to the secret room of the palace and sleep on a strange earthen bed for 7 days after they picked him up?
He still remembers that the earthen bed was covered with intricate pictures and texts, like a kind of memorial ceremony.
It's just that he was too young to understand these things at the time.
Let the people in the palace toss, and don't care about anything.
After he was busy for 7 days, he received the Tuzun Hall to live.
But since then, he has never entered the palace chambers.
Then he stopped doing it.
I don't know if it's an illusion, every time the Lord of the Earth Kingdom looks at his expression, it feels weird.
So he rarely entered the palace, but the lord of the earth didn't say anything about this matter, and let him go, except for some major events, he basically wouldn't go to the palace.
However, Yang Xuan often ran to his Tuzun Palace, and was taught a lesson by the Tuzun Lord several times, saying that it was the residence of Lord Tuzun and could not disturb him.
At this moment, the dream was broken.
Fang Xue's face gradually blurred, but he didn't want to forget it again this time.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and immediately took out his pen and ink and drew the scene he saw.
Fortunately, his paintings are very good, and the scenes he encounters are roughly described.
And this time, he was not intimidated by the scene in the dream.
I was scared by dreams before, so I couldn't remember the specific content.
When he dreamed at that time, it was also because Ye Xiaomu was beside him, he woke up and told her, but then he gradually didn't remember.
I don't know what's going on.
I've been dreaming about it again in the past few days.
The first time it was, it was very different from the current one.
At least he could see many faces.
Except for the man who took the top and the man who saved him.
The words in the dream were drawn by him one by one with paper, and he spread a lot on the desk and the floor.
Ling Xiao, who slept well last night, woke up and saw Peng Ziran, who was still painting, and the paintings in that place.
He got out of bed.
Then walk into the desk and pick up the painting under the desk.
He picked it up and watched it.
It's scary to see that.
The scene in the painting is too bloody.
It's literally an Asura hell.
"Ziran, what are you painting these for?" Ling Xiao said with some doubts.
"And why is it so bloody in the painting? But I don't know why, how is this situation so familiar? ”
Ling Xiao said as he watched.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"How is this situation a bit similar to what Sister Xue's said?" Ling Xiao shouted in surprise.
"This is the picture I dreamed of!"
Peng Ziran replied after drawing the last one.
"Did you dream about it? Is that the same situation you had when you had nightmares before? Ling Xiao asked in surprise.
"Right"
"But this time, you didn't shout in your dreams."
Because when he had nightmares before, Peng Ziran would talk in his dreams, but last night, there was nothing at all.
He slept well for a while before waking up.
"Ziran, are you okay?" Ling Xiao still asked a little uneasy.
"I'm fine!"
Although Peng Ziran was very puzzled by the scene in the dream, he didn't know why he dreamed this time, after dreaming of Fang Xue, he was no longer afraid.
But he really wanted to know why this was happening, he wanted to figure it out, he wanted to get back the lost memory in the middle, especially after he left with the stunning man.
He vaguely felt that things were not so simple.
His origins may be another mystery.
He wanted to know what his relationship with Fang Xue was?
It's just that he doesn't know, if he asks Ye Xiaomu about this, he can tell him.
After all, now, his memory has loosened, and sooner or later he will remember it.
All of this was because his behavior broke through to the immortal level and damaged the runes that sealed his memory, which caused him to often have pictures flashing in his mind now.
"Ziran, didn't you rest last night?" Ling Xiao said.
"I'm fine! I'm going to finish what I remember, I'm scared, I'll forget it later. After Peng Ziran finished speaking, he continued to paint.
Ling Xiao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so it was best to fold all the scattered drawings and put them on the desk.