In the chaotic sleep, Zhang Xiaofan vaguely returned to the past from the 'perspective of God', back to the time when he couldn't see ghosts and didn't have any cultivation.

Time gradually pushed on, and he saw that he was fooling many people for a bite to eat, changing the trajectory of their lives, with joys and sorrows. After seeing that he had cultivation, he gradually did not treat people as human beings in Huaxia, and only thought about squeezing money from ordinary people, and now in the United States, he relied on some 'ingenuity' to use prayer beads indiscriminately, and used the gimmick of building momentum, creating how many families and wives were scattered;

also compressed the souls of some evil ghosts, shattered memories and made into spiritual flesh as bait, these evil ghosts committed crimes before they were imprisoned in hell to wash away their sins, from their own point of view, they have broken off the connection with the cause and effect before their death, but Zhang Xiaofan deviated from the good heart of the cultivator for his own selfish desires.

He wasn't a good guy and never was, but when he saw something out of sight, he realized how shameless and despicable he was!

For months, he had lost himself and the world.

He has only one dream since he was a child, and that is world peace, which is not a very lofty ambition, but whether it is friends or relatives or not, he hopes that the whole world will be free from harm and pain. However, although he lived in the United States to protect a few people around him, he hurt countless people.

Since he came out of society, he has always been a philistine, but he has never wanted to hurt others, but when he came to the United States, as his cultivation became stronger, everything changed, and he knew that laying down the rosary would cause ordinary people to suffer accidents, but he still insisted on doing it, just for fame and fortune.

Zhang Xiaofan is still repenting, but the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes, how can his dreams be so realistic?

"Come out! I know you're here! Zhang Xiaofan howled, he didn't know what was going on, he just wanted to see if someone was a ghost, after having yin and yang eyes, his world was a mess, who knows if it was evil in a dream.

"You noticed? This is not a dream, I don't have the ability to have nightmares, and I can't go in and out of people's dreams like a ghost, you can rest assured, this is a time rewind, and it won't hurt you. ”

Zhang Xiaofan casually voiced, and led the 'black hand behind the scenes' out, Zhang Xiaofan looked at the place where the voice came from, the 'dream' disappeared like broken glass, Zhang Xiaofan's familiar bedroom gradually emerged, and at the same time, the witch god also stood in front of Zhang Xiaofan.

Time rewind is a kind of witchcraft, which can make people go back to the past, mainly used to trace the beginning of things, which is also the means of the witch god to calculate the heavenly machine, and every time you use it, you have to consume vitality, and the decrease of vitality depends on the time of use and the length of time you go back to the past.

"Witch God! What do you mean? You've already killed me by mistake once, so don't get too far into it! Zhang Xiaofan gathered momentum, a cold ice sword floated in front of his chest, as long as the witch god moved, he could immediately take action!

The witch god shook his head, moved a chair next to the bed in front of Zhang Xiaofan, sat on it and lit a cigarette: "I want to kill you, a thousand of you are not my opponent together." Listen to me, and you will know my intentions. ”

"Good! You said! Zhang Xiaofan didn't dare to relax, and continued to hold his sword to confront each other, cold sweat came out a little, and a silent invasion entered the warehouse, and cast a spell on him, although it seemed to have no malice, but who knew what he wanted to do?

The witch god spit out a smoke ring, his old face was a little tired, it was a very difficult thing to go back in time, and he had to communicate the time fragments of the four-dimensional space between heaven and earth all the time, combining them into a complete image, in addition to overdrawing his vitality and true qi, it was also a great test for his spirit, he breathed slowly, and said: "Just now I also watched your journey during this period of time, and it is not easy to achieve this level. ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Zhang Xiaofan's face did not change, he stared closely at the witch god swallowing the clouds and mist, moved to the door step by step, and after opening it, he glanced at the people of the Flame Army who were sleeping, and heard the sound of taking a bath, presumably Chen Yating came back from work at twelve o'clock, and was bathing in the dust and dirt brought by the rosary, and Zhang Xiaofan was completely at ease.

"But," the witch god closed his eyes, and those tragic faces flashed in his mind, and he gritted his teeth and said, "As a person, a Taoist, haven't you noticed that you have deteriorated?" Everyone has a dream, a lofty goal, but you, have been led by the nose, soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, do you think that the establishment of a headless fly flame army can resist the calculation of the Jizo King?

Haven't you discovered that your self-righteous accomplishment is a vicious way to cause the people of America to suffer because of you? ”

The witch god rarely celebrates with Taoists, and he makes a rule that as long as he does not offend his Taoists, even if he provokes him in front of him, he will not do anything;

Occasionally, because he can't see it, he will shoot at those vicious gangsters, in the eyes of the righteous gentleman who doesn't know right and wrong, he is both good and evil, as long as he is a good friend, he will know that in addition to the people who break the rules, the witch god himself is a complete old and angry youth, and has his own set of opinions on black and white.

"Why are you saying so much to me? What does it matter to you that I am harming sentient beings? What does it matter to you that I fall into the calculations of the King of Jizo? Zhang Xiaofan yawned when he heard this, and his eyelids were about to close.

The witch god quickly finished smoking another cigarette, he lit a new cigarette, and in the early years, he overdrew his life and used time back, his life was almost at the end, he was no longer taboo about tobacco and alcohol, who knows if there is a tomorrow?

"My family is all in New York, and they're ordinary people, and I can't watch them all every minute. Originally, I wanted to kill you and eradicate future troubles, but you have a divine body

At the same time, the war has started again, and it is no longer possible to kill you to solve it, I hope you can keep in mind that you still want to protect the defects, and you are afraid of seeing the selfish intentions, and it is difficult to achieve great things by dying from the public heart of good and righteous service. As he spoke, smoke rings filled the room, making the air a little fishy.

Family is very important to the witch god, and the lives of ordinary citizens are also very precious, no matter which side it is, the witch god does not want to be affected by Zhang Xiaofan, this is the idea he has been thinking about for a long time and wants to express.

Zhang Xiaofan interpreted the meaning of the witch myth in his heart, and muttered in his mouth: "Is it difficult for me to achieve a great cause?" ”

A person who has the selfish idea of sticking to the lack of considerations, the fear of being destroyed by others, and the selfless desire to aspire to good conduct and obey benevolence and righteousness, cannot do great things. This can't just be superficial, convincing and admiring from the heart, is what a person who does big things should look like.

Zhang Xiaofan's contemplative appearance made the witch god nod, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his foot: "I used time back and these words as an apology a few months ago; The so-called witch and Tao are different, but good and evil are indistinguishable. ”

Who does this old guy think he is? First he hurt me regardless of black and white, and now he actually persuades me to be good, there is something wrong with my brain, right?

Looking at the witch god who came out through the wall, Zhang Xiaofan smiled, I just don't remind you that there is a stinky ditch outside the wall you walked through, and I will let you all over!

"Ouch, I'll go!"

Sure enough, the witch god fell into dirt and walked away with a curse.

When people are old, it is easy to neglect to check the environment when they arrive in a place, is the wall penetration technique so useful?

Zhang Xiaofan laughed for a long time, and his waist couldn't stand up, until Chen Yating took a shower, opened Zhang Xiaofan's door, smiled at Zhang Xiaofan, and said, "Xiaofan, what's so funny?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan took Chen Yating's little hand, put her on his lap, and pointed to the wall of the door to the door and said, "Didn't I say how I have yin and yang eyes?" That old man just came to me, and he used a wall piercing technique to get through this wall, and he made me laugh to death! ”

"This wall? Isn't it a stinky gutter outside? Chen Yating looked at the wall, and after a while, she covered her mouth and chuckled, but soon Chen Yating stopped laughing: "Then what is he looking for you?" ”

Chen Yating cared for Zhang Xiaofan very much, groping up and down, for fear that Zhang Xiaofan would be a little injured.

Zhang Xiaofan stroked Chen Yating's back, told her not to worry, kissed Chen Yating's red lips and mouth, and said: "Saying that I have killed too many evils, hurting the peace of the heavens, and telling me about dreams, I don't know if his head is broken." ”

Think about it, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, went to a stranger's house to explain a big truth, and then left in a flutter, isn't this a broken head?

Zhang Xiaofan pushed Chen Yating down on the bed, lay side by side with her, staring blankly at the ceiling, a few small mosquitoes swirling around the lamp, and drowsiness gradually hit again, making Zhang Xiaofan slowly close his eyes.

Feeling the strong masculinity around her, Chen Yating turned over, supported her hands with her hands, and faced Zhang Xiaofan sideways, breathing like an orchid, and said softly: "Xiaofan, do you have a dream?" ”

Zhang Xiaofan didn't open his eyes, and took Chen Yating into his arms, his head was full of thoughts, but finally he said lightly: "What dreams can I have as an ordinary person?" I just want to guard you and not let anyone hurt you. ”

From Chen Yating's body, there was a special fragrance of shower gel made by the 'underworld', which had a kind of smell of flowers on the other side, and this fragrance gradually calmed Zhang Xiaofan's heart.

Dreams, everyone has them, some people insist, some people give up, twenty-two-year-old Zhang Xiaofan is the latter kind, he has been out of society for a few months, he has seen the darkness and helplessness of human nature, and gradually, he also paralyzed himself.

In college, he studied law, justice and justice, in order to let the bad guys fall under the law and the good guys redress their grievances;

Today, he can't tell what's right and what's wrong. The dream and vision of filling society with harmony and peace have long been thrown out of the clouds.

"Xiaofan" sensed Zhang Xiaofan's mood, Chen Yating could only curl up on him without saying a word, she knew that what this man needed now was not comfort, but calm.

"Hey, I don't know what happened to Xiaoliang now, and I can't contact him, you said that he couldn't find us, would you be very panicked? But he should be alive and well, right? After all, he has wanted to be an inspector for a hundred years, and now that he has fulfilled his wish, it can be regarded as a complete merit."

Zhang Xiaofan muttered to himself, and gradually fell asleep peacefully, Chen Yating helped him cover the quilt and gently returned to his room.

Not long after Chen Yating left, a trace of tears flowed from the corners of Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, which was a tear of remorse.