In Dashi Village, the moon hangs high at night.

The quiet hamlet, the soft moonlight poured by the night moon, and the sound of the trees made the quiet little village seem extraordinarily peaceful.

"Ahem...... Zhang Yi crossed his knees to breathe, opened his eyes, looked at the soft crescent moon outside the window, and whispered: "This innate realm body is gradually losing its vitality. ”

Zhang Yi shook his head, and his soul escaped from his body and fled towards Song Qingshan's room.

……

Zhang Yi stared at the sleeping Song couple and opened his eyes.

"Qi Lookout."

A white air mass appeared on Song Qingshan's head, the center of the white air mass was slightly reddish, and there was only a faint white air mass on Mrs. Song's head.

Zhang Yi groaned slightly, "According to the records of Wangqi, there are four types of human personalities: white, red, gold, and purple, and the four colors of luck are mixed with each other to form the atmosphere of all beings. ”

Zhang Yi shook his head, "The theory of luck is illusory. ”

"Fall asleep."

Zhang Yi's spiritual power worked, and his soul escaped into Song Qingshan's dream.

Suddenly, the luck on Song Qingshan's head began to churn and change, and that trace of red luck seemed to be resisting Zhang Yi's soul from sneaking into Song Qingshan's dream.

However, the red personality that gathered the popularity of a village was not enough to resist Zhang Yi's entry.

……

Song Qingshan dreamed.

Countless bandits dressed in green cloth and linen with sharp knives rushed into Dashi Village.

Zhang Yi turned into a middle-aged man with a short axe on his back, kicked open Song Qingshan's door, and led several bandits to rush into Song Qingshan's house.

Zhang Yi smiled fiercely: "Little ones, tonight you open the meat, the men will be killed, and the women will be taken away." ”

"Haha, thank you, boss."

The bandits scattered in all directions, and it didn't take long for a bandit with a pockmarked face to drag Song Qingyu out, and laughed: "Big boss, I found a beautiful woman here, you enjoy it first." ”

"Help, help......" The girl cried miserably.

Song Qingshan rushed out with a firewood knife in his hand, glanced around, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "This king, please let the little girl go, I am willing to offer good wine and good food to entertain all the heroes." ”

Zhang Yi smiled coldly, played with Song Qingyu's cheek with his right hand, and said lightly: "Old man, you gave birth to a good girl." ”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, staring at Song Qingshan who was holding a firewood knife in his hand, "What if I say no." ”

At this time, Song Qingshi rushed out with a sword in his hand, "Dog thief, let go of your dirty hands." ”

Zhang Yi waved his hand and smiled at the bandits around him: "Are my hands dirty?" ”

"It's not dirty."

"It's not dirty."

……

Zhang Yi waved his hand and said to the surrounding bandits: "Little ones, go wash your hands, this little girl will be called to you." ”

"Haha......"

"Thank you, boss."

Zhang Yi paused, looked at the Song family and his son, and said with a smile: "What do you think of my arrangement?" ”

Song Qingshi was furious, "Dog thief, I'll kill you." ”

"Tiger Swordsmanship."

Song Qingshi held the sword in his hand, and he was indomitable, like a tiger, stabbing at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, "I can't help myself." ”

Zhang Yi's right foot kicked out in an instant, kicking Song Qingshi away.

Song Qingshi fell to the ground in a dejected manner, and for a while, there was more air out and less air intake.

"Second brother."

"Stones."

Zhang Yi waved his hand, "Take this girl out." ”

The pockmarked bandit laughed evilly: "Big boss! ”

Zhang Yi: "You are free. ”

"Thank you, boss."

Several bandits dragged the struggling Song Qingyu out of the gate, and came out of the door from time to time, crying and laughing.

Song Qingshan held a firewood knife, his muscles were exposed, and his tiger eyes burst, "Brute, I'm going to kill you." ”

Song Qingshan was furious, the firewood knife in his right hand, the miserable white blade, reflecting the coldness of the moonlight, rushed towards Zhang Yi.

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth curled slightly, "Old man, you are looking for death." ”

Zhang Yi's body moved slightly, avoiding Song Qingshan's hard blow, and his right hand clenched into a fist, slamming Song Qingshan's abdomen violently.

"Ah......h

Song Qingshan suddenly felt that his five internal organs were cracked violently, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, a fishy smell rushed straight to his taste buds, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and the whole person fell down trembling slightly.

Hearing the screams and moans outside the room, Mrs. Song walked out, looked at the hellish scene, and shouted in fear, "Old man. ”

Zhang Yi glanced at Mrs. Song and said with a cruel smile: "There is another fish that slipped through the net." ”

Zhang Yi walked towards Mrs. Song with murderous intent.

At this time, Song Qingshan, who fell to the ground, struggled to hug Zhang Yi's right foot and shouted bitterly: "Old woman, run." ”

Zhang Yi's right foot paused and kicked Song Qingshan away violently, but Song Qingshan was holding Zhang Yi's right foot like an octopus, and he couldn't break free.

"Boom ......"

For a while, lightning and thunder, dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down, as if the final elegy was being played.

Zhang Yi's eyes trembled slightly, staring at the turbulent night sky, and muttered, "The control of the dream realm is gradually declining. ”

Zhang Yi glanced at Song Qingshan, who was clinging to his right thigh, and glanced at Mrs. Song, who was running wildly, took out a short axe from her back with her right hand and threw it at Mrs. Song.

The whirling axe blade directly cut off Mrs. Song's head, and for a while, blood splattered.

Song Qingshan's seven orifices were bloody, and he shouted sadly: "No." ”

Song Qingshan opened his mouth and bit towards Zhang Yi's right calf.

"Boom ......" was bright, thunder shook the sky, and a trace of red light turned into a trace of electric light towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked at the grief-stricken Song Qingshan, clenched his left hand into a fist and condensed a spiritual power, and slammed into the sky.

The red electric light and the soaring fists intertwined and annihilated each other.

Zhang Yi bowed his head slightly, and the spiritual power of his right foot rose, breaking free from Song Qingshan's shackles and escaping from Song Qingshan's dream.

……

Song Qingshan sat up suddenly, glanced around, the familiar home, and the sleeping Mrs. Song on the side, her deep eyes were filled with a hint of fear.

The sound of the trees sounded, and a chill swept through Song Qingshan's body, and Song Qingshan, who was in a cold sweat, shivered unconsciously.

Song Qingshan gently lifted the quilt, put on his coat, put on his cloth shoes, walked to the window, opened the window, stared at the night moon in the sky, and let out a long sigh, "It turned out to be a dream." ”

"Knock Knock ......"

A quick knock on the door sounded, and Song Qingshan couldn't help but tremble, "Who is it?" ”

"Dad, it's me, Song Qingfeng."

Song Qingshan paused, breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly towards the door, opened the door, looked at Song Qingfeng, who was in the dust, and whispered: "Qingfeng, why are you here late at night?" ”

Song Qingfeng glanced at Song Qingshan, who was safe and sound, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a panicked expression: "Dad, the eleventh village in the south of Guobei County was looted by bandits. ”

Song Qingshan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of the scene in the dream, "What's the specific situation?" ”

Song Qingfeng whispered: "Tonight, I was on an errand at the south gate of Guobei County, and the villagers of Xujia Village came to report that bandits had attacked the village. ”

"Commander Xu, immediately lead the city defense army and rush to Xujia Village."

"When the city defense army arrived in Xujia Village, the big landlords in Xujia Village were all slaughtered and looted, and the scene was miserable."

Song Qingfeng paused, and said suspiciously: "The strange thing is that the bandits didn't rob those poor villagers, maybe they think that these villagers don't have any oil and water, right?" ”

Song Qingshan recalled the scene in his dream, and his whole body once again overflowed with a coldness, "Then Commander Xu, have you traced the whereabouts of the bandits?" ”

Song Qingfeng replied: "When we tracked down the Dading Mountain Range, we lost the trace of the bandits, and now our main task is to investigate the scope of the bandits' attack on the village and inquire about the relevant clues." ”

Song Qingfeng arched his hand, "Dad, let the villagers, strengthen patrols, I have to go back to restore my life, tomorrow night, I will go home and discuss with you in detail." ”

Song Qingshan said worriedly: "I'll be more careful." ”

"Okay."

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