"The Great Terror?"

The red-haired youth shuddered, as if he was recalling some uncomfortable memory.

When Zheng Xie saw his appearance, he naturally knew that this young man was probably also colorful in the past. After all, entering the grave to plunder the resource spirit treasure will inevitably encounter weirdness.

"What are you doing here?"

Zheng Xie suddenly asked such a question.

The red-haired youth was stunned:

"Relying on the techniques taught by my master, I have calculated that there is a treasure suitable for burials here, so I came to try my luck. ”

Zheng Xie nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

The red-haired young man also reacted, and asked the same question:

"Why are you here, fellow Daoist? I don't think you seem to have any interest in the treasures of the tomb owner. ”

Zheng Xie squatted down and looked at the empty coffin carefully:

"I'm looking for an answer. ”

The red-haired young man just wanted to ask, but unexpectedly, a pitch-black and withered arm suddenly poked out of the empty coffin, directly choked Zheng Xie's neck, and dragged him into the coffin!

In the face of such a terrifying scene, the red-haired young man's mind went blank, and his first reaction was to grab Zheng Xie's shoulders and try to pull him back to the ground, but the strength of the black arm was too amazing, even if he helped, he couldn't do anything, and even he fell into the coffin together!

As the dust and smoke in the coffin cleared, the figures of Zheng Xie and the red-haired young man disappeared without a trace, leaving only a silent tomb and an empty coffin.

......

"Eh, wake up, wake up!"

Zheng Xie was drenched with a scoop of cold water on his head, and the cold touch directly woke him up from his drowsiness, and he subconsciously raised his hand to protect his front of him, but saw an unfamiliar face.

This was a woodcutter who looked to be over half a hundred years old, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, and holding a scoop still stained with water in his hand, judging by the wear and tear of the axe on his waist, this was an experienced woodcutter.

Zheng Xie wiped his face and half-sat up with his body propped up, but found that he didn't have much strength in his body, even a simple movement made him weak for a while.

"Little baby, why did you fall asleep on this mountain? There will be wild beasts in a few hours at night, and it is very dangerous for you to sleep here!"

The woodcutter looked at Zheng Xie with a serious face and said.

Zheng Xie was stunned for a moment, then pinched his face and muttered:

"Illusion?"

The woodcutter looked at Zheng Xie inexplicably, and then shook his head:

"You young people are just uninformed and bold......"

Zheng Xie, who was sitting on the ground, tried to manipulate the death qi and karma in his body, but suddenly found that his body seemed to be no different from a mortal, just the level of a normal nineteen-year-old youth, and all those dead qi and karma disappeared without a trace.

"Uncle, can you borrow your axe?"

Zheng Xie suddenly raised his head and looked at the woodcutter.

Although the woodcutter didn't know what Zheng Xie was going to do, he hesitated for a moment and handed his axe to Zheng Xie:

"Okay. ”

Zheng Xie took the iron axe, carefully observed the lines on it, and then stretched out the index finger of his left hand and swiped it lightly on the blade of the axe, directly breaking a bloody hole, overflowing with red blood.

The woodcutter was startled, and hurriedly snatched the axe in Zheng Xie's hand:

"What are you doing?!"

Zheng Xie ignored it, and just observed his wounds by himself. Watching the blood slowly flow, Zheng Xie seemed to understand something, then smiled bitterly, and then stood up with his body propped up.

The woodcutter looked at the young man in front of him vigilantly, and took a step back slightly with the axe, as if he was worried that Zheng Xie would do something to hurt him again:

"Are you okay?"

Zheng Xie pinched his wound, nodded, and smiled apologetically:

"Uncle, scared you...... I had gone into the mountains by mistake and ate a brightly colored fruit, but I fell to the ground unconscious, and I just broke my finger to see the color of the blood, for fear that there was a poison in my body. ”

After listening to Zheng Xie's reasonable explanation, a sudden look appeared on the woodcutter's face, and then he said tentatively:

"You studied medicine?"

Zheng Xie nodded and said:

"Got involved. This trip is also to travel to all sides, gain some insight and knowledge, and also practice medicine and virtue along the way, but lose the way. ”

Speaking of which, in fact, it's all Zheng Xie's casual nonsense.

In Fang Cai's temptation, Zheng Xie already understood where he had fallen in—the realm of loss.

The yang world belongs to the living souls, the underworld belongs to the dead souls, and between the yin and yang, there are countless lost realms.

The so-called lost realm can be said to be a world built from the memories of the dead. It has the normal order of the world: mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, human ethics, and reason......

Some of the deceased are not taken in by the underworld, nor are they accepted by the yang, but can only wander in the void and eventually get lost, and their memories of this world eventually converge, forming all kinds of lost realms.

In the Lost Realm, there are countless repetitions of the past experiences of the deceased, and after a long period of time, the Lost Realm falls into a period of reincarnation, everything restarts, and then starts again.

All of them will forget everything and experience a life that is intertwined and chaotic again.

The memory of a deceased person can reproduce only a corner of the world as he knows it, and the memories of thousands of dead people ...... Nature can come together to form a relatively complete world.

Zheng Xie remembered that the withered hand that suddenly stretched out from the empty coffin dragged him into the coffin, and now that he thought about it, it was naturally an "invitation" from the Lost Realm.

The Lost Realm has always only taken in the dead, and it is clear that something is wrong with this.

The woodcutter in front of him may be a lost deceased, or a figure in the memory of a deceased, Zheng Xie does not know this, but Zheng Xie knows very well that he must start through this woodcutter and gain a deep understanding of this lost realm in order to know the way to leave.

Even...... Know what's wrong.

Therefore, Zheng Xie made a plan almost instantly, and arranged a relatively reasonable identity, which could explain his origin, and also logically communicate further with the woodcutter in front of him.

The Lost Realm is big and small, some are just a small town, and some are ...... It can even be so large that it is larger than a realm.

I just don't know how many memories of the dead have been gathered in this lost realm that Zheng Xie strayed into.

When the woodcutter heard Zheng Xie's words, he actually showed a look of joy:

"That'...... Can you cure nightmares?"

Zheng Xie was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that his blind cat had bumped into a dead mouse, and just happened to encounter a breakthrough, so he immediately nodded and said:

"Succeeded a few times. ”

When the woodcutter heard this, he immediately grabbed Zheng Xie's hand, dragged him and walked down the mountain:

"Great, little brother, I can't tell for a while, let's talk about it on the road!"

......

In the process of being dragged down the mountain by this woodcutter, Zheng Xie also learned a lot of things, such as the man in front of him is named Zhang Huaishan, and his daughter has been suffering from nightmares for a month, and Lang Zhong in the nearby town is helpless, and this place is too far away from the big city, and he can't invite a famous doctor, so he can only watch his daughter being tormented by nightmares every night.

He and his wife had to burn incense every day to ask the gods for their blessing, and they also tried a lot of earthworks, but their daughter's condition has not improved, and she has a lot of gray hair.

Zhang Huaishan looks like a generous person, which makes people faintly feel trusting when they see it, and he is also an honest person when he listens to words, which is also the reason why Zheng Xie plans to start with him.

"Quick, little brother, please come in!"

Zhang Huaishan took Zheng Xie to his house and hurriedly led Zheng Xie in.

At this moment, Zheng Xie paused, stared at the shriveled frog corpse hanging on the corner of the eaves of this tiled house, and asked:

"Uncle Zhang, who hung this thing?"

Zhang Huaishan looked at Zheng Xie's line of sight, and also understood what Zheng Xie was referring to, and said truthfully:

"Not long ago, an old man pointed out that it could break bad luck. ”

Zheng Xie narrowed his eyes:

"Was this before or after your daughter's nightmare?"

Zhang Huaishan sighed:

"Naturally, it would have been after that, otherwise I would have taken it off a long time ago, and I wouldn't have rushed to the doctor!"

Zheng Xie nodded thoughtfully, and then took a step:

"Look at your daughter first, these things...... More on that later. ”

Zhang Huaishan nodded gratefully, then opened the door and made a gesture to Zheng Xie:

"Little brother, please. ”

Zheng Xie was not polite, and walked directly into the house.

Before he entered the door, Zheng Xie smelled the smell of sandalwood. Sandalwood can calm the nerves and does have an auxiliary effect on ordinary nightmares, but judging from Zhang Huaishan's description, the nightmares suffered from by his daughter are not simple "diseases".

The lights in the house were very dim, and it seemed that it was also to let his daughter sleep peacefully, and even the oil lamp was covered with a thick veil, so that he could barely see the surrounding objects.

I saw a small bed in the room, and a haggard little girl was huddled in the quilt against the wall, revealing only a pair of eyes with fear, and she would tremble slightly at any movement.

There was also a woman sitting next to the little girl, a typical peasant woman, with the same simple atmosphere as Zhang Huaishan, with pity and sadness between her eyebrows, and she had been stroking the little girl's head.

The little girl was also startled when she saw Zheng Xie, and shrank into her mother's arms, and Zheng Xie also stopped in interest and walked forward without recklessness.

Zhang Huaishan walked out from behind Zheng Xie and whispered to the woman:

"Ah Qin, this is Doctor Zheng, who said that it can cure nightmares!"

The woman had tears in her eyes, and she nodded lightly when she heard this, slightly out of the way for Zheng Xie to get closer, but the sadness in her eyes obviously meant that she didn't expect the young man in front of her to solve the problems that many Lang Zhong couldn't solve before.

Zheng Xie's steps were very slow, and he didn't disturb the little girl on the bed, and he didn't look at the other party's eyes, but just looked at the little girl's forehead, so that her sense of depression would not be too strong.

In the days of studying with Bai Fu, Zheng Xie was familiar with all kinds of anecdotes, and the healing of all kinds of diseases was also kept in mind, whether it was a mortal or a monk, he was involved, which was why he dared to call himself a healer.

Zheng Xie first glanced at the woman next to him, and said gently:

"Can I touch your daughter's hand?

Zhang Huaishan's wife nodded, and Zheng Xie slowly put his hand over, wanting to check the pulse of this little girl.

However, a hoarse and piercing crow outside the room suddenly broke the peace.