The conflict between the Earth Spirit and the Flying Clan ended quietly because of the deaths of Dawn and Veya.

I quietly left the earth spirit with my dreams and the stream. Before that, I went to the Le Lee River again to say goodbye to my friend Le Le. I couldn't help but laugh when I remembered the way he looked at no one. After all, he's still smart enough to hear me. It's a pity that ......, I can't hear the bitterness in Kui Li's heart.

When I left, Ali was standing there with the children, and they told me that they were going to make their home by the river and stay with Via. My heart fluttered, the love of ordinary people was so persistent.

Later, I heard that the Earth Spirit King released all the captives and hid in the Earth Spirit King's palace and refused to come out, and the Earth Spirit never saw the ancient vine tree spirit. I think this is the best ending, the Earth Spirit King will eventually understand that the happiness that sons and daughters want is not how majestic their father is, how powerful the Earth Spirit is, they just want to grow freely.

I buried my remembrance of Kui Li deeply, and hid it in every step I took in the future, and every day and night after that, I thought I would still think of him.

Far away from the earth spirit, we found a secluded place to rest, in the starry sky of the night, I thought of Xuan, remembered the card, and remembered the glass palace.

In the middle of the night, my chest was stuffy, and the bracelet on my wrist was glowing faintly, I wonder if the cardinal is okay? She and Yuan Shui will always be happy! I sent my prayers in my dreams, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"Xiu, wake up!" I opened my eyes, and this time it wasn't a stream, but a dream. Her sparkling eyes filled me, and I was filled with joy and took the dream into my arms. Last night's melancholy has gone with the wind, and today is a new departure.

"Xiu, don't make trouble, Xifeng said, I'll be in the center of the Ethereal Continent soon, it should be very lively there!" Dream blushed and chuckled in my ear.

"Where's the brook wind?"

"He went to find his way."

"Then let him find a few more, and my dreams and I will rest for a while." I hugged my dreams tighter.

"Xiu, when did you ...... like this Do you like to stick to dreams like this? "The brook wind suddenly appeared above my head, and I forgot that he had wings and a keen sense of hearing.

I chuckled, you silly boy. I've been staying by my side, and I'm still not enlightened!

"Uh..., it's a big deal to be more sticky in the future, so you can get used to it!" I got up and took Dream's hand and ran forward, the stream and the demon following behind, and I thought, our laughter resounded through the sky.

Finally, we arrived at the place we had been dreaming of for a long time.

Because it is the center of the Ethereal Continent, many people from all over the world gather. There are people with wings like the wind of a stream, there are people with red hair, and there are many spirit beasts and mortals, and when I first arrived here, I found that no matter who they are, they can more or less use spiritual arts. Street vendors use psychic magic to tease children, and middle-aged women use psychic magic to dry clothes ....... Xifeng told me that he had heard from Asher that the 100-year-old Spiritual Convention was here.

We found an inn, the owner was a middle-aged mortal, he looked more kind, his business was very good, and when we entered, the store was full.

Xifeng found a corner where there were fewer people, and there was only one person there. I sat down with the dream, and I secretly looked at him between the dishes, and it seemed that he was a swordsman on earth, wearing a straw hat, black clothes, and a long sword without a scabbard on his back, glowing coldly.

Seeing us sit down, he didn't say anything, but moved his plate in front of him and lowered his head to eat.

I asked Xifeng to exchange the pearls brought out by the Liuli Palace for some mortal silver taels, and stayed at the inn. As I was leaving, I suddenly realized that the swordsman had been watching me. Brook Wind wanted to ask him why, but I stopped him. I want to know what this strange man is going to do. Fortunately, he only watched it for a moment.

After eating, we went back to our room to rest, and not long after, there was a knock on the door of the room. Brook Wind opened the door, and it was the swordsman.

"Take a fancy to your woman." I saw the swordsman's gaze through the brim of his hat look like two sharp blades, as if he could poke his target in one go.

"Is it dangerous here?" I asked him.

"No, it's been dangerous lately!" The swordsman's voice was deep and clear, and he left.

Dangerous? Recent? What the hell does he mean. Closing the door, I began to think that with so many things I had been through, I had learned to be vigilant. But why did he come to remind me? It's just weird.

The dream didn't leave me all night.

At dawn, when we went to dinner, we saw him again, and he was still sitting in his same position. Same gesture, same food. When he saw us, he was not surprised at all, as if nothing had happened, and he still lowered his head and ate the contents of his plate.

We also went over and asked for something.

After a while, the innkeeper and his men brought out a corpse. There was an uproar, and one man shouted, "Another woman has been victimized." ”

Only then did I understand the swordsman's warning, and nodded to him in thanks.

After eating, I followed him all the time, and it turned out that his room was next door to ours. As he pushed the door open, I stopped him and thanked him.

"Thanks for the reminder!"

"Hmm." He answered softly and closed the door silently. When I knocked on his door again, his silence gradually became accommodating as his purse fell on the door.

Back in the room, I mentioned it to Xifeng, who told me that he had inquired last night, that this inn has a long history, and that the innkeeper is hospitable and likes to make friends of all races. But in the last three months, there have always been inexplicable women dying in his inn. No one could find the murderer, because the people who lived there came and went, and it was too chaotic to start. The innkeeper is even more troubled by this, and the bounty seeks to solve the case, and the swordsman is one of them.

I see, no wonder the swordsman came to remind me that he saw me with a dream. However, this inn is full of people, and there is no government to govern it, and if it were not for his own vital person, who would care about it, except for those who were short of money, such as the swordsman, which was already empty when I helped him pick up the money bag!

Xifeng also inquired, using the time of the mortal world to calculate, there is still a month before the spiritual conference, and we just took advantage of this time to recuperate.

As for the murder, I have always been haunted by it and have not relaxed at all, so I have been living with Yume.

That night, I suddenly heard a sound, opened my eyes, and dreamed of holding my hand to sleep Zhengxiang, and was about to fall asleep, when a dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of the door. I didn't wake up from the dream, but went out lightly to call the stream breeze and chase the dark shadow.

This season of the mortal world is neither cool nor dry, and the moonlight is very bright, but I don't have time to taste it carefully, and the black shadow jumps on the roof a few times, and then disappears. I looked in front of each house, and the stream was on the roof, but the dark shadow seemed to melt into the night, leaving no breath.

"Ah——。 …”

Suddenly, a woman's cry came, and I suddenly remembered that the dream was still in the room.

Xifeng and I rushed to the door of the room, and when I saw the light in the room on, I was startled, and immediately used spiritual magic to conjure up a long sword, and Xifeng was also on guard. The sound of nervous breathing filled the air, I clenched the sword in my hand, and the moment the stream wind pushed the door open, my heart rose to my throat, and I prayed that the dream was safe.

As soon as the door opened, a foreign object came towards me, I subconsciously waved my sword, and there was a sound of breaking in the room, and then, the stream rushed to the front of me, blocking the foreign object that followed for me, and in the burst of breaking sound, I heard the voice of the dream, "Don't come, don't come here!" Has anyone ever been here? I was stunned.

"Dream, it's me, Xiu!"

"Dreams! I'm Xiu! After shouting twice, the dream finally stopped, and the wings of the stream wind were already wet from the broken teapot.

Dream curled up on the edge of the bed, looking terrified, her hair and tears messing together. I ran over and hugged her tightly in my arms, and the dream told me that she did not see me when she woke up, but outside the window there was a huge figure, like a wild beast, making a low sound, as if some liquid was flowing from the mouth of the monster, and in the silence of the night, she almost heard the sound of drops falling to the ground, which was terrible. Listening to the description of the dream, I felt the seriousness of the matter, and I hugged the dream tightly again, comforting her that she was there. All night, I held on to my dream and didn't let go until she fell asleep in my arms again.

As it was almost dawn, I heard the door next door opening and closing, it was the swordsman! Was he not there all night? Where did he go? I had a sense of crisis that I had never felt before.

When it was time to eat, I saw him sitting in the same position, and even what he ate had not changed since the first day I saw him. I stared at him, and he stared at me. Neither of us spoke until he finished eating and left.

As we walked past our table, he stopped and stared at me.

"I'll come to you later."

I didn't understand the indifference in his eyes, and watched his back disappear into the doorway. And in the inn, it was still noisy, and in the noise, no one noticed this subtle change.

Dream ate very little, and was frightened last night, so I took her back to her room and soothed her to sleep.

I began to think about the ...... the swordsman left behind.

What kind of place is this, where all the races gather, dragons and snakes are mixed, and a mortal inn is so extraordinary, and what is the connection between the swordsman, the innkeeper, the woman who keeps dying, and ......?

I turned my head and looked at Meng's white face, who was she seeing last night? Huge? Beast? Or is this inn already a monster, if it's just a dream hallucination, she won't have such a real reaction, and there will be traces outside the window, right! Window!

I ran to the window and looked at the window, this morning it seemed to have been cleaned by the innkeepers, there were still traces of rags on the window frame, I went outside the house, and stood where the monster to whom the dream was pointing, and sure enough, looking in from the window, I could see the dream at a glance. Even at night, as long as there is moonlight, you can see the inside of the house. It seems that what I saw in the dream was a real .......