After defeating the general's mad soul, we fled the small hotel and went to a small forest on the outskirts of the city, as if we could rest for a while.

But I know that this is far from over, and no one knows what the mad revenant will do, all we know is that he will keep devouring demons and will become very powerful.

I'm not too worried about how strong the soul can be, it's a big deal, it's a big deal to provoke the old Taoist priest raised by the country, anyway, the sky is falling and there is a high top, we may be cannon fodder, but things get to the point where we can't control it, and it's useless to worry, just like I don't worry about a world war now.

I'm most worried about Guo Ziyu, the ghost was released by them, although the ghost himself said that no one knew the true face of the general's ghost, and everyone thought he was just a ghost, but I didn't think so.

Because it doesn't seem to make sense to plant the seeds of devouring ghosts for a resentful ghost, this is originally its nature, if Guo Ziyu knows the true face of the general's ghost, then the reason why he did it is worth figuring out.

I vaguely feel that we seem to be involved in a huge conspiracy of Guo Ziyu, and we are just a small pawn in his actions.

The feeling of being led by the nose came up again, just like behind everything I encountered at the beginning, there seemed to be the shadow of Yunmeng Dao, which made people feel entangled in a soft net, you can move, but you can't use your strength, you don't know what the problem is, you just know that you seem to be being used.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep, it was very bad for restoring energy, there was really no way, I didn't want to waste time, so I simply drew the rune paper.

Drawing rune paper is a very tiring job, I couldn't hold on while drawing, I fell asleep unconsciously, and I don't know how long I slept, anyway, when I was kicked by a dead dog and woke up, it was already dawn.

"Can't you wake me up?" I muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm tired of catching ghosts day by day, and I'm going to be bullied by you when I look back, do you know how sad I am?" ”

"Are you embarrassed?" The dead dog lifted my chin and panicked my head and said, "See for yourself if you wrote these words?" Have you practiced some evil skills? Crazy? Shi Mengya thought you were dead, you know! ”

I opened my eyes and saw that the dead dog was holding a yellow rune paper in his hand, but the words written on it were a little chilling, a blood-red word "death"!

I instantly refreshed, "What the hell! When did I write about this kind of thing? ”

"Didn't you write it by a ghost?" The dead dog asked angrily, "Look at the rune paper here, how can the rune paper drip without money?" Did you use it to practice calligraphy? It's all written dead words, who are you scaring about! ”

I looked around, and there were yellow rune papers scattered all over the ground, some face up, some side up, face up, all with dead words written on them, and it looked like there was a shocking feeling.

"I wrote all this?" I'm a little confused.,Look at this handwriting.,It should be that I wrote it right.,But I was obviously drawing a talisman last night.,What did you write this thing about?

"These runes were bought from the black market at a high price, and you are wasting you like this?" The dead dog was still chattering and complaining, "Do you think we're still rich now?" ”

"If you need money, I still have a little more on my side." At this time, Lao Gua suddenly said that his state did not look too good, as if he was very weak.

Although I was a little surprised that he would say such thoughtful words at this time, the most important problem now is not the problem of money at all!

Why should I write dead words on rune paper? Don't they realize something unusual? I felt my head mess up, as if I remembered something, but I couldn't hold on to it, I looked at Zhang Ziming, "Can you explain this situation?" The Taoist priest fell asleep when he drew the talisman, and when he woke up, the dead characters were written on the talisman paper. ”

"How do I know why you're writing this?" Zhang Ziming shook his head, his face was unreasonable, "Are you crazy, what kind of evil kung fu have you really practiced?" ”

"I gave you a dad." I said angrily, turning my gaze to Shi Mengya, just in time to meet her gaze at me, but I saw fear in her eyes.

"Shi Mengya, are you okay?" I asked.

"You're so scary, I think you're scary!" Shi Mengya's body began to tremble, and she shrank back and stepped back, "Ling Sen, no, you're not Ling Sen!" ”

I'm not Ling Sen, who am I? What did Shi Mengya see in me? Why should I draw these runes? I was stunned, and subconsciously hugged my head, what went wrong?

I picked up a piece of talisman paper on the ground and stared at the dead word on it, trying to see some clues from it, but what I felt was the strong evil aura on it, the yellow talisman paper, the red cinnabar, and the two supreme yang holy objects to ward off evil spirits, but there was a bad aura on it.

That kind of evil aura looks terrifying, as if it wants to suck people's souls in, I close my eyes, there must be something making trouble, could it be a ghost?

I opened my eyes suddenly, and within the range of the yin and yang eyes, it was blank and deserted, and I seemed to have come to another place.

Illusion, fake, everything just now was fake, including Zhang Ziming and the dead dog, there was really a ghost making trouble, he let me enter the illusion.

After figuring it out, I calmed down, after all, I see ghosts every day, and I've seen large and small illusions a few times, in the face of this situation, you must keep a strong heart, as long as you are not moved by what happens in the outside world, the illusion will not cause any harm to yourself.

I imagined myself still in the woods outside the suburbs, and at night, when everyone was asleep, I got up and drew the talisman because I couldn't sleep, and I fell asleep while drawing.

So now I should be in the posture of drawing, where did I fall asleep? I tried to recall, closing my eyes and recreating in my mind the scene where I drew the talisman.

When I fell asleep last night, it should have been time to paint.

I don't have anything in my hand, but I hold a pen in one hand and a talisman in the other, and the pen falls, and it is the stroke I should have left last night, Kan.

The pen fell, a gust of gravity hit, I opened my eyes suddenly, in front of me was still the woods of last night, and the cinnabar pen in my hand was finishing the strokes.

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