Fang Fan has been suffering from a fever recently, and Yuehan is in a hurry, no matter how many hospitals he goes to, the answer he gets is to go home and recuperate. Zhang Ze thought of all the ways to suppress the heat and physically cool down, but the results were unsatisfactory.

"Don't touch him, he's fighting tenaciously now, and it's okay to get through it."

Sadness said something incredible, and Zhang Ze asked puzzled.

"Who is he fighting against?"

"Nightmare."

Grief looked at Fang Fan, whose face was as red as a boiled crab, and continued.

"Fang Fan's current body can't fully control the nightmare, just like the rejection phenomenon of human organ transplant surgery."

"What if it fails?"

"If it fails, there will be no more Fang Fan, the nightmare will be reborn through his body, and there will be unprecedented chaos in the world."

"You help him, you're still an escrow."

Grief shook his head.

"I can't help it."

"It's useless at any time, and you know that when something happens, you will be held accountable."

"You..."

"Stop arguing."

Yue Han was anxiously guarding Fang Fan's side, she wanted to hold Fang Fan's hand, but Fang Fan's hot body had to make her retreat.

Fang Fan came to the purple artemisia grass again in a coma, and in the distance was still the pavilion, and the young man was still sitting there reading books and drinking tea. The scattered leaves blocked the afterglow of the setting sun, and at some point a gust of wind suddenly rustled among the artemisia grass.

"Here you go again."

"What the hell is this place? Who are you? ”

"I am you, you are me. This is our world. ”

"You..."

The young man put down the scroll in his hand and made a closed gesture to Fang Fan.

"I'll take you somewhere."

The young man raised his hand and waved, the purple artemisia grass had disappeared, and then what appeared in front of him was an ordinary bedroom, there was a woman waiting to give birth on the bed, Fang Fan was about to go out but was stopped by the young man.

"They can't see us."

"You're taking me to have a baby?"

"Take a closer look."

Fang Fan took a closer look, the pregnant woman on the bed was actually his mother, he looked at the young man in astonishment, the young man smiled slightly and turned into a burst of white mist and drilled into the pregnant woman's belly.

"Hey..."

After about an hour, the loud cry of the baby boy pierced Fang Fan's eardrums, and he saw that the baby boy who was born was himself, and in the blink of an eye, the boy was standing beside him again.

"We grew up with him."

Before Fang Fan could react, the scene in front of him had become a courtyard, and the baby boy had turned into a five-year-old boy, who was standing by the chicken coop and watching the chickens inside. The young meat hand easily broke the hen's neck, and then the boy stepped forward and bit off the hen's neck, and the thick chicken blood rolled down his throat. Fang Fan felt a wave of nausea in his stomach when he watched this scene, and the young man gently patted him on the shoulder.

"That's who we are."

Fang Fan pushed the young man away and looked at the young man with a frightened expression.

"No, it's not us, it's not me, who are you?"

The young man looked at the panicked Fang Fan with a smile, and the young man waved his hand again. His father appeared in front of him, Fang Haotian. Fang Haotian protected the boy behind him, and there were bursts of scolding and shouting outside.

"Hand over the magic boy, hand over the magic boy, hand over the magic boy..."

Fang Haotian turned around and squatted beside the boy, suddenly raised his hand and slapped the boy unconscious, Fang Haotian walked out of the yard with the unconscious boy in his arms, everyone looked at Fang Haotian who was holding the boy in his arms and was silent, and suddenly an elder appeared in front of everyone and stepped forward to look at the boy in Fang Haotian's arms.

"The magic boy is dead, everyone can go home in peace."

After everyone dispersed, Fang Haotian dug a deep grave in front of his house, buried the boy carefully in it, and then put a set of silver needles on the boy's face, and after everything was done, Fang Haotian erected a stone tablet next to it, which read the tomb of the child Fang Fan.

"Do you still think it's not you?"

The young man stood behind Fang Fan and said faintly. Fang Fan suddenly shuddered all over his body, squatted on the ground and muttered to himself.

"I'm a magic boy? I'm a demon... I'm a demon..."

Fang Fan's mind was suffering from an unprecedented sense of shock, he gradually couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, a dizziness, just when he was about to pass out, the young man stepped forward to support him.

"It's not the time to pass out, there's still a good show to watch."

The scene turned into late at night, the stone tablet on the grave at the door suddenly collapsed, Fang Fan saw that the soil was loosening a little bit, and suddenly stretched out a small hand from inside, and then the buried boy crawled out of the soil, his eyes were blood-red, and his mouth was spitting angry breath, under the full moon, Fang Fan could feel the anger on the boy's body, which actually brought Fang Fan a cold feeling from the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, Fang Haotian rushed out, looking at the boy who crawled out of the tomb, he was also stunned, he hurriedly carried the boy home, and his mother's cry came from the house. Fang Fan saw that Fang Haotian was holding a long silver needle and piercing the top of the boy's head, and in an instant, the anger on the boy's body disappeared, and his eyes returned to their original innocent appearance.

"Haotian, what can I do about this?"

"I temporarily sealed Fan'er's demonic nature with a silver needle, and now I have to send him to my sister, only my sister can suppress the demonic nature in his body."

"Why, why is our son a demon."

The mother's crying grew louder and louder, and she hid her face and wept. Suddenly, the boy stepped forward and hugged his mother's trembling shoulders, and the mother looked up to see the boy blinking innocently at her, and the mother took the boy tightly into her arms.

"Fan'er, you have to live well, your mother will always love you."

Before dawn, Fang Haotian took Fang Fan to the entrance of Luoyun Town, and suddenly Fang Shuo led a group of people to block Fang Haotian's way.

"I know the demon boy is not dead, give him to us."

Fang Haotian didn't say anything, tied the boy tightly to his back with a rope, rushed forward to fight with Fang Shuo, and after a few rounds, Fang Shuo was defeated, and Fang Haotian rushed to Zhonghai City with the boy.

The story doesn't end there. After Fang Haotian returned from Zhonghai City, an unprecedented terrifying incident broke out in Luoyun Town. The young man changed the scene into a night again, Fang Fan saw that Fang Haotian was dragging his tired body against the door of his house, and outside the door was not the people of Luoyun Town, but a group of lonely ghosts who kept wailing. After Fang Haotian sent the boy away, Luoyun Town was swept away by a group of lonely ghosts, many families were destroyed in this disaster, and Fang Shuo's only son was also tragically killed.

"You were born a magic star, and you will always bring misfortune to those around you."

The young man said faintly, but the voice hit Fang Fan's heart like a boulder. He always thought that his parents abandoned him for no reason, and it turned out that he was a demon. Fang Fan couldn't accept all this for a while, he looked at the young man in front of him, the young man was still smiling quietly at him, that smiling face was like a key to open the door of the abyss.

Everything disappeared in an instant, Fang Fan and the young man returned to the purple artemisia grass, the leaves were still scattered wantonly, just like the memories that Fang Fan had lost over the years, he picked up a fallen leaf but accidentally lost the previous one, he picked it up repeatedly, and lost it again and again. Suddenly, the purple artemisia grass was on fire, and the scattered fallen leaves and purple artemisia grass were burned in an instant, Fang Fan went crazy to save the fallen leaves in the fire, but the result was in vain.

"Don't, don't..."

Fang Fan begged miserably that the fire would not burn any longer, his begging seemed to be fulfilled, the fire disappeared, everything changed back to its original appearance, the fire seemed to be just an illusion that Fang Fan appeared out of thin air. The young man walked slowly towards him and slowly squatted beside Fang Fan.

"Don't struggle anymore, in fact, I am you, you are me, and we will never be separated."

"No, I'm not you, and you can't be me."

"You're just like me, we're all demons..."

The boy smiled and said unhurriedly. But this sentence slammed into Fang Fan's heart like a huge stone, the boy disappeared, Fang Fan lay in the purple artemisia grass, and the scattered fallen leaves gradually covered every corner of his body.

Zhang Ze looked at Fang Fan, who was covered in sweat, and his heart tightened, Yuehan had no choice but to call Fang Haotian and his aunt, since the end of Qiuzi's case, Fang Haotian has been living at his aunt's house, and when he heard about the accident, he immediately rushed over.

"Zhang Ze, when did Fan'er start to become like this?"

"Since the end of Lu Jiaxiong's case, Zhuo Man was discharged from the hospital, and Fang Fan has been suffering from fever."

"This is not as simple as a fever, do you remember when you went to Lu Jiaxiong's house that day, Fang Fan had any strange phenomena?"

"I remember that Fang Fan was forced into a dilemma at that time, so he burst out with a power that we had never seen before, not only did his eyes turn red, but his whole body was tightly surrounded by a red aura."

"My worst fears have happened."

"What's the matter?"

"Fang Fan was in a hurry to gain more strength, so he opened his heart and completely released the nightmare, but his current body and spirit are not yet able to completely control the nightmare."

"Then what should Fang Fan do in this situation now? Wake up and can't wake up, just keep burning? ”

"I've got to go to his head. Let's take Fang Fan to find Guo Jianyue, he must have a way to connect my brainwaves with Fan'er, so that I can enter the world he is in now. ”

The group took Fang Fan to Guo Jianyue's research institute, which was about to become their gathering place. Everyone carried Fang Fan to the hospital bed, and then the aunt suddenly discovered something.

"Wait, Haotian, look at it."

Fang Haotian looked at his aunt suspiciously.

"What's wrong?"

"The mortal mantra has been destroyed."

"No wonder it's out of control, you go back and get the Lengyan Curse."

My aunt went home to get the lengyan mantra and prepared to repair the lengyan mantra on Fang Fan's back. When Fang Haotian was just about to lie down, he suddenly saw the sad arrow that had been in the dark, and he stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the sad arrow.

"Haotian, I didn't expect us to meet in this way."

"Let's put aside the old words, can you help me, just like before."

"No problem."

Suddenly, the tragic arrow possessed Fang Haotian's body, and everyone was dumbfounded. Fang Haotian walked to the side of the hospital bed and slowly lay down, Guo Jianyue used the instrument to connect his and Fang Fan's heads, and after a period of tedious operations, the brainwaves of the two finally coincided.

Fang Haotian and Beiya came to the different dimension, and they saw a purple artemisia grass field from a distance, as well as the pavilion.

"Fan'er, Fan'er..."

Fang Haotian shouted Fang Fan's name loudly, and suddenly a huge black shadow rose from the artemisia grass, and the black shadow attacked Fang Haotian. The tragic arrow quickly stepped forward and pushed Fang Haotian away, there was no danger. The ground of Artemisia grass was shaken out of an open space by the impact of the black shadow, and Fang Haotian and Sorrow Ya looked at it fixedly, it was actually Fang Fan. At this time, Fang Fan was like a monster, exaggerating terrifying muscles, inexplicably increasing his hands and feet several times, and the most terrifying thing was the two long fangs on the side of his mouth, like the evil ghosts in the Shura Palace.

"Fan'er, wake up."

Fang Haotian shouted weakly.

"Stop shouting, it's useless, he can't hear anything now."

Grief said slowly beside him.

"He's right, Fang Fan is now sleeping quietly."

The pavilion boy suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Fang Haotian and Sorrow Ya.

"How could it be you?"

"I'll just say we'll meet again."

"It just so happens that you're all here today, and I'll save trouble."

"I can't believe you're still so mean."

"Despicable? It's not too late for me to take revenge for ten years. You ruined my plan back then, and now you will return it with interest. ”

Suddenly, the young man snapped his fingers, and Fang Fan suddenly rushed towards the two, and the two barely dodged. At this time, if you don't fight, you are waiting for death, and the sad arrow once again possessed Fang Haotian's body, and suddenly Fang Haotian's whole body was wrapped in a faint blue light, and he looked like a young man in his twenties. When Fang Fan rushed over again, Fang Haotian didn't dodge or dodge, but turned his back to Fang Fan. Just when Fang Fan's fist was only a dozen centimeters away from Fang Haotian's back, Fang Haotian jumped up and jumped behind Fang Fan. During this time, Fang Haotian closed his eyes and responded to the battle the whole time, and suddenly Fang Haotian raised his hand and touched Fang Fan's third spine, and used a dark force to hit it hard. This felt like tickling, Fang Fan turned around and hit another heavy punch, Fang Haotian jumped up lightly, and then clicked on Fang Fan's fist like a dragonfly, and then jumped up again, which was more suspenseful than the light skills in martial arts movies.

"Brute Force Kid."

Fang Haotian said in the air. Suddenly, Fang Haotian rushed down towards Fang Fan, Fang Fan raised his hand and hit, but this punch missed again, Fang Haotian seized the opportunity and grabbed Fang Fan's shoulders with both hands like eagle claws, and pulled back hard, Fang Fan immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground, Fang Haotian took the opportunity to raise his hand and knocked Fang Fan unconscious.

"I didn't expect to be so cruel to my son."

"You are the scum of the ancestors of Luoyun Town, and your name will forever be engraved in the history of Luoyun Town, and you will be scolded by every generation of descendants."

The young man's whole body trembled and burned with rage, his eyes were thick bloodshot, and a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I scum? If I hadn't absorbed the Nightmare, you would all be dead. I am the savior of Falling Cloud Town, I am the god of Falling Cloud Town, and you are all a bunch of dregs who don't have long eyes. ”

Suddenly, the young man was furious, the entire purple artemisia grass was gone, and it turned into a scorching purgatory in an instant, the young man rushed to Fang Haotian and inserted his hands into Fang Haotian's chest, and then he exerted himself to the left and right, just to see that Fang Haotian and the sad arrow were forcibly separated by the young man. The young man was suspended in mid-air and laughed arrogantly, and suddenly he plunged headlong into the hot magma behind him, Fang Haotian and Sorrow Arrow stared at the magma deadly, and the anxiety in their hearts at this time was boiling like this magma.