Seeing that the female ghost getting closer and closer to me, the only thought in my heart was to live, and people did not realize that the thirst for life was so strong when they reached a certain point of fear.

My hands were covered with blood, but I didn't bother to look at it until I couldn't crawl, and when I looked back, the female ghost didn't seem to have caught up.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, but my heart was beating wildly, and my whole scalp could feel it standing up.

Why did it suddenly seem like I was the only one left around, and it was impossible for the master and the little monk not to hear such a big movement just now?

"Could it be that they are also entangled in something and can't get out? But according to the master's skills, there shouldn't be anything that can stop him, right? ”

All this weirdness came so suddenly, and I'm still a little scared.

Just as I tried to stand up, the woman with a bloody face reappeared in front of me, a smile on her lips and a giggle in her throat.

Her face was covered in blood, and it was too late for me to think about running so close that she stretched out her hands and pushed me to the ground.

The strength of my hand was surprisingly strong, and no matter how hard I struggled, kicked him, or even bit her arm, I just couldn't break free.

Perhaps my struggle angered her, and I punched me hard in the head, and then my whole brain "boom", and my consciousness began to blur.

The instinct to survive told me that I couldn't sleep, and if I did, the last seedling of the old Zhang family would also go out.

But the double eyelids just didn't listen, I felt a little cold on my head, and then there was a sharp pain in my whole brain, I thought she might be eating me, starting with my head.

Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the last hope is also shattered, maybe this is the final ending!

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I returned to my hometown of Wuyang City, where my father was lying at the table smoking Fushou ointment, and my mother was holding a handkerchief and looking at my father's appearance and secretly wept.

Uncle Zhong stood aside and watched silently, I don't know when, I was holding a small doll that my mother had made for me.

All this in front of me is like a drama, wasn't I chased and eaten by a ghost just now? Or is this the afterlife?

In this world, my father continued his interest, while my mother could only look at my father and weep.

The only difference was that everything in front of me was gray, even the gloomy weather.

After wiping her tears, my mother forced out a smile and beckoned to me, motioning for me to come over, and I slowly walked towards my mother, I knew how uncomfortable my mother was at the moment.

In the same situation, the last time I knew that my mother called me over like this, she said a lot to me, and she cried as she spoke, and I lost her ever since.

It is still the case, is it all a dream or is it real?

Little monk, is Zhang Daoyi my dream?

At this moment, I can't tell what is true and what is false, but my steps towards my mother are trembling.

Because I was afraid to repeat the same thing, I would never see my mother again, which I did not want to see.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the sky, and a dazzling golden light filled the entire gray world.

I saw the appearance of a master in the sky, he looked anxious, as if he was saying something to me, and the little monk.

I couldn't hear anything, I could only see that he and the little monk seemed to be in a hurry, their mouths and facial expressions were angry, and they were shouting at me.

My mother smiled at me and beckoned me to come over, I could see her mouth talking, but I couldn't hear anything.

By the way, there is also Uncle Zhong, he also smiled and spoke to me, telling me to come over, and my father also put down the cigarette stick in his hand, looking extremely serious, and I knew that he was blaming me with that serious expression.

I couldn't hear anything at the moment, but as I took a step towards my mother, the golden light around me was a little dim.

Am I dead or alive? Is all this a dream or reality? I can't tell the difference at all.

Whether the mother and father on the other side were dreams, or whether the appearance of the little monk and Zhang Daoyi in the sky was a dream, I couldn't tell at all when they were intertwined.

I hesitated, but every time I took a step towards my mother, Zhang Daoyi's expression was angry, pointing fingers at me, but I couldn't hear them say anything more.

My mother's smile was kind, as if she had forgotten the sadness she had just cried, and just kept waving to me.

Just as I was about to run over, Zhang Daoyi in the sky I saw seemed to bite the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted down.

Suddenly, the surrounding golden light was dazzling and abnormal, and the gray gradually disappeared under the golden occupation, and the moment the mother, father, Zhongbo and others even came into contact with the golden light, the table, etc.

It was like snow seeing the sun, constantly melting, and finally I could only hear a groan of pain, and then a black hole-like vortex appeared in the sky, spinning rapidly.

My body was uncontrollable, constantly rushing into the huge, hollow vortex of the sky, and the space around me was also distorted.

The wind was full of loud noises, and the wind made me unable to open my eyes, and I wanted to run over and grab the pillar so as not to be sucked away, but I didn't take two steps, and the whole person flew away quickly like a kite with a broken string.

"Help!" I screamed in hysterical horror, opened my eyes and sat up sharply.

In front of me was still in the house of the ten-mile long pavilion, the candles were emitting a dim light, and the little monk and the master looked at me nervously.

When I saw everything in front of me, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling from my forehead, and I was panting heavily.

When Zhang Dao saw me wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief, touched my head and said, "Silly boy, you scared me to death."

"What the hell is going on with all this, am I not being chased by a female ghost?"

I remember being eaten by a female ghost, because the scars on my hands from the hard grass stubble were still there, and there was a sharp pain.

The little monk took a long breath and said, "I asked you to wait for me, what are you doing?" When I went back, you went crazy, not only beat me, but also ran crazy while calling my name and Lao Zhangtou, we couldn't hold you down, and Lao Zhangtou was bitten by you several times."

When I looked at my master's arms, there were a lot of bleeding tooth marks and scratches on them.

I think back to the scene, but I can't remember anything, I just remember that I heard the sound and looked into the well, and then what appeared in front of me was being chased by a ghost, and then a series of events took place in the back.

I just remember that the female ghost pounced on me, and then I struggled to bite her, and then I was hit hard, and I completely fainted.

After listening to my detailed explanation, Zhang Daoyi nodded slightly and said, "It seems that you have been on the road since the first time you saw the well, and then you had hallucinations."

The little monk interjected; "You know, you were really dangerous just now, and you almost went with the nightmare, but are the people you saw in your dreams your family? If it weren't for the blood on the tip of the tongue that lost the essence at the critical moment, you might never wake up again."

The blood on the tip of the tongue is also known as the true yang salivation, the tongue is also the taste of people, all the taste and touch come from the taste buds of the tongue to experience, Maoshan surgery believes that a person's absorption of true qi is summarized in the dantian, but the foundation lies in the tip of the tongue.

The essence of people is on the tip of the tongue, so the spurting of true yang saliva can drive away ghosts and break evil, which many people know.

However, ordinary cultivators will never use True Yang unless they have to, and the consequences of their use of True Yang Saliva will be much more serious, and it will generally directly lead to damage to the Yuan Shen.

"Master" looked at the scar on Zhang Daoyi's arm, and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Daoyi poured a sip of wine into his mouth and smiled at me: "It's okay, who made you my apprentice",