Shen Qiu slept soundly this night.

Although Cha Bao's bloody head occasionally flashed from time to time, it didn't make Shen Qiu feel fear, fear, or other emotions.

He was calm.

If there is any benefit to studying medicine, an industry that can make people's hair fall out, this is probably it.

I'm not afraid of seeing blood, I'm not afraid of corpses, anyway, the general "teacher" in the anatomy class is soaked in formalin, which is much worse than Cha Bao.

Of course, this is the first time for Shen Qiu to kill someone.

But wouldn't it be nice to think of it as a special, somewhat disgusting operation?

In short, Shen Qiu slept soundly, immersed in a chaotic dream and couldn't extricate herself, but it was bitter for the young girl, her small arms and legs, it was very difficult to push her senior brother on horseback.

But the mountain ghost, I don't know why, didn't leave, but helped.

He had a ghostly face, couldn't see clearly, and didn't speak.

Seems to be a mute.

From those lackeys of the Northern Dynasty, the mountain ghosts got a few horses, took Qingqing, the unconscious Shen Qiu and some materials collected, and set foot on the road to the depths of Taihang Mountain so leisurely.

Qingqing was a little afraid of the murderous mountain ghost who didn't blink, she had seen with her own eyes how the mountain ghost killed seven or eight people in black in less than a stick of incense.

With Qingqing's knowledge, she still can't understand the moves of the mountain ghosts.

But she is basically sure that this must be an unborn master, and his strength is at least above the list of Jianghu people.

After all, even a master of the list like Uncle Chabao is not the opponent of the mountain ghost.

The young girl was riding on a horse, she had a lot of abrasions on her arms, and her abdomen was still aching.

However, when he looked back and saw his senior brother sleeping soundly on horseback, a reassuring smile appeared on Qingqing's face.

The senior brother is still alive, and he is alive himself.

The bad guys have all been killed by the mountain ghost brother, and there is no one to hunt them down anymore.

They're safe.

As soon as she thought of this, Qingqing felt that she couldn't help crying, what she had experienced in the past two days was a little too heavy for a 14-year-old girl.

She desperately needed a good rest.

Seeing the way her senior brother was lying on the back of the horse and saying a dream she didn't understand, Qingqing also dozed off a little, but she hadn't forgotten her duty.

Her fanny pack was filled with all sorts of small bits and pieces.

Those were all taken from Uncle Chabao, there were gold sore medicines, some broken silver, copper coins and the like, and the most conspicuous thing was a pair of black gloves inlaid with iron plates.

It was Cha Bao's weapon, which was made for him by the Mo craftsman of Tianji Pavilion in Luoyang, and Qingqing had heard the master talk about it more than once.

Uncle Chabao's whole body of kung fu is on his fingers.

This weapon is a Qimen weapon, and it is also very rare in the rivers and lakes, after all, all kinds of knights either use knives or swords.

This act of "touching the corpse" is half self-taught, half learned from the words and deeds of the senior brother, Qingqing feels that these things may be used in the future.

She took out a sword-shaped jade from her waist bag, which was her brother's belongings.

When I fought against Cha Bao before, I fell into a cave.

Qingqing carefully wiped the blood stained on the sword jade, then found a rope to tie her hair, and hung the jade back on her senior brother's arm.

After doing all this, Qingqing yawned loudly, she looked at the sunset hanging obliquely on the mountain pass, and then looked at the mountain ghost riding in front of her, she shouted:

"Brother Mountain Ghost, where are you going to take us?"

No one responded.

The mountain ghost didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Brother Mountain Ghost, do you live here? Are you a human or a ghost? ”

"Brother Mountain Ghost, have you seen my master in the mountains? A very bad-tempered old man with white hair, a white beard, and two axes. ”

"Brother Mountain Ghost, you speak, it's so strange for me to say it alone."

"Brother Mountain Ghost, what's your name? We can't just call you a mountain ghost, can we? ”

Qingqing's habit of breaking her mouth seems to be unchangeable, she asked vigorously, and in the end, even the mountain ghosts seemed to be a little unbearable.

He glanced back at Qingqing, and he said in a very hoarse voice:

"Gongsun Yu."

"Take you... Go and rest. ”

He spoke in a strange voice, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone else in a long time, intermittent, and dull, and it didn't really sound real.

Probably seeing the exhaustion on Qingqing's face, the mountain ghost was silent for a moment, and he said:

"Sleep, it's safe."

Qingqing was still laughing just now, and after hearing this, tears couldn't stop flowing.

She sobbed, opened her arms to the mountain ghost, and jumped out of the saddle.

The mountain ghost didn't want to deal with this noisy girl.

But seeing Qingqing's appearance, his Gujing Wubo's heart softened, so he also opened his hand and hugged Qingqing in his arms.

"Sleep."

The mountain ghost said in that unique voice, and Qingqing nodded obediently.

She just hugged the emaciated waist of the mountain ghost and stuck it in his arms, just like when she was held in the arms of her master when she was a child, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Dressed in black and wearing a mask, the ghost-like mountain ghost gently stroked the girl's hair.

If it weren't for the plague more than ten years ago, my sister...

It's probably so big, so naïve.

Unfortunately, my sister is dead, my parents are dead, my uncle is dead, and the whole village is dead, and he is the only one who survives.

Under the sunset, the mountain ghost pulled the reins of the horse and walked lonely in the sunset.

He kept his body still, trying to let Qingqing sleep more peacefully.

In the pocket of the horse, there was the strange black sword of the mountain ghost, like a piece of iron, and like an iron fiber, and there was still a bloody gas on the blade that had not yet dissipated.

Today, more than a dozen thieves of the Northern Dynasty have been killed, but those blood...

Is it enough for the festival relatives?

A gust of mountain wind blew, blowing up the mountain ghost's tattered robes, making his black hair flutter in the wind, blowing away his sometimes confused, and making the eyes under the ghost's face even more hideous.

No!

Inadequate!

It's not enough!

If you can't kill the thieves of the Northern Dynasty, you will always be a powerful ghost in the mountains...

There are mountains in Taihang, and there are ghosts in the mountains.

Ghosts ask for their lives, mountain ghosts kill!

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In the second half of Shen Qiu's dream, he became very unhappy.

I don't know if it's a nightmare or what's going on, the dream life that was originally happy with my ex-girlfriend turned into a fight with Cha Bao in the cave in the blink of an eye.

The big black man was wrapped in billowing black gas all over his body, like a soul asking for his life, chasing after him and beating him wildly.

But that state is very real.

It was so real that Shen Qiu felt a little like he was not in a dream, and every time Cha Bao fell on his body, there was a real sense of pain.

Especially the wind and thunder finger with internal force, or true qi.

As long as he hit, Shen Qiu's body would burst with flesh and blood, as if he had been hit by a bullet.

The movements of this unjust soul chabao are extremely flexible, just like spreading his wings, jumping a few meters, every time he assassinates, it is like lightning and thunder, so that Shen Qiu, a guy who does not feel martial arts, is beaten extremely miserably.

To make matters worse, it's really like a nightmare, and every time you're killed by Cha Po, a new scene will appear.

It's that cave again, and it's Chabao covered in black gas.

Without saying a word, he attacked like that.

Shen Qiu had a feeling that Cha Bao like this was the real Cha Bao, the martial arts master of this world.

The mountain ghost can kill Cha Bao, which proves that the mountain ghost is much more powerful than Cha Bao.

But the mountain ghost is powerful, it doesn't mean that Shen Qiu is powerful.

When he was alone in the face of the masters of the martial arts list and was helpless, Shen Qiu confirmed that the martial arts of this world were real.

And it has definitely been developed to a very systematic, very superb, very unbelievable level.

Looking at Cha Bao's posture of stepping on the stone wall of the cave, running at 90 degrees to the ground, and being as vigorous as a wolf, it doesn't look like a modern abandoned house can be made, right?

This stunned kung fu made Shen Qiu's movements on the ground stagnate a little.

"Wow"

The wind and thunder roared, Shen Qiu raised his head blankly, and saw Cha Bao's left hand pointing together, stabbing at his forehead expressionlessly.

It's like a sword out of its sheath.

Shen Qiu's breathing paused at this moment, and his eyes widened.

He seemed to be able to catch the trajectory of Chabao's fingers, but he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't avoid it.

The eyes can keep up, but the body can't.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Cha Bao's fingers pierced Shen Qiu's flesh and blood, cracking his skull, and a sharp true qi entered his mind, detonating like a small bomb.

"It's miserable."

Shen Qiu watched from a third-party perspective as he was shot in the head by Cha Bao, and the tragic situation made him can't help but bare his teeth.

How many times has this been?

The 10th?

Or fifteen times?

How long has it been?

Is this the strength of a person in the martial arts?

In the next moment, the dream in front of me suddenly changed.

Shen Qiu stood at the entrance of the cave again, and in front of him, Cha Bao, who was entangled in the billowing black gas, made a gesture, and in the sound of wind and thunder, the wind and thunder pointed to the knight who gave up his life again.

Shen Qiu died almost fifteen times, and he also had some experience.

Seeing Cha Bao attacking, Shen Qiu rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding this wind and thunder finger's starting move.

Cha Bao's finger pointed at the stone wall behind Shen Qiu, and between the cracks of the stones, a crack the size of a water cup appeared.

Shen Qiu continued to hide.

The treasure in front of him made him unable to raise the mind of confrontation at all, which was like locking Shen Qiu and a certain superhero in an iron cage, and only one person could come out alive.

Everyone understands the truth of survival, but the problem is, understanding is understanding.

Whether it can be done or not is another matter.

"Bang"

Seeing that Shen Qiu was constantly dodging and running around, Cha Bao induced the longitudinal, like a large peng to prey, blocking Shen Qiu in the deepest part of the cave when he fell, restricting his escape range to less than a zhang of direction.

There was a sinister smile on the face of the big black man's shadow, and he raised his left hand, and in the wind and thunder, in a second, he connected 7 times.

Shen Qiu shrugged his shoulders and completely gave up resistance.

What else could he do?

He couldn't even see the trajectory of Cha Bao's fingers, he only felt a sharp pain all over his body, and then his soul flew out of the sky.

A second later, Shen Qiu looked speechlessly at Cha Bao who was attacking again, he felt that he was really entangled by this unjust soul.

But there are no ghosts in the world!

Even mountain ghosts are just human pretenses.

Qingqing said that this world was free of those immortals thousands of years ago.

This must be caused by other reasons, a nightmare of constant reincarnation, Shen Qiu can't get out, maybe, if he wants to go out, he can only defeat the Chabao Phantom in front of him.

"Senior brother! Don't sleep, the sun burns your butt. ”

Just when Shen Qiu was desperate, Qingqing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if it was a call from the outside world, causing the illusion in front of Shen Qiu's eyes to shatter, and then he opened his eyes.

Above him, the sun was shining into the room through the window covered with broken window paper, and in that beam, Shen Qiu could see the dust flying in the air.

Qingqing was lying on the edge of his bed, clutching a green, apple-like fruit in his hand, and was eating sweetly.

He was awakened.

Awakened from that endless Chabao nightmare.

“mua~”

Shen Qiu was quite excited as if he had returned from hell, he stretched his body, breathed heavily, and then kissed Qingqing on the forehead, he said happily:

"You saved you, girl, senior brother really didn't hurt you in vain."

"Oops, you're going to die!"

Qingqing is a girl who has been deeply poisoned by the feudal era, and has never had such intimate contact with men, and the senior brother said strange things and did such embarrassing things, which made Fan Qingqing defenseless.

She blushed, punched Shen Qiu in the chest, knocked the weak guy down on the bed, and then rushed out of the room in a huff.

Qingqing's face was red and his ears were red, and Shen Qiu also noticed that he was Meng Lang.

He lay on the musty bed, watching the sunlight shining into the room along the broken window paper, the furnishings in this room were not as elaborate as the braided scenes that Shen Qiu had seen.

The floor was all uneven ground, and there was almost nothing in the room except for a chair and a table with missing legs.

"It's another world."

Shen Qiu rested his hands under his head, and his eyes were unfocused at the pitch-black logs on the beams above his head.

He wasn't ready to say goodbye to his hometown.

However, in the blink of an eye, he was thrown into this strange world.

The world is impermanent.

"What will we do in the future?"

Shen Qiu said to himself that he was asking himself, but he couldn't give an answer.

"Let's get some more sleep."

He closed his eyes again.

The weakened body always needs more sleep time to recover, Qingqing has already changed the medicine for him, and it is estimated that he will be able to recover in a few days.

Then, go to the girl with a broken mouth and ask some things about this world.

Get ready to step into that again.

"The young man's sword is not properly applied, and the door is pushed... Fack! ”

Before Shen Qiu's emotion was over, the boundless nightmare struck again.

What appeared in front of him was not a happy scenery of the rivers and lakes, but a 2-meter-tall, black man, fingers together, and the sound of wind and thunder.

Cha Bao is waiting for him again, like a "good friend" who will never leave.

But...

This can barely be regarded as a rushing river.

"Bang"

Shen Qiu's head exploded after trying to dodge for 5 seconds.

Alas, victory and defeat are a common thing.

Young man, please start all over again.