Chapter 18: The Dream, the Man in the Dream (2)

The smell of the silver-haired mouse and Chu Tian was perfectly disguised, and the silver-haired mouse led Chu Tian through a thick city wall that was pitch black and taller than a mountain in Chu Tian's opinion, panting through a black pine forest, and jumping headlong into a rushing river. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver hairs on the petite body of the silver-haired mouse grew rapidly, and the silver-haired mouse, which was only four or five inches long, became two feet long, turning into a thick hair ball and enveloping Chu Tian.

The river water failed to penetrate into the hair ball, and Chu Tian quietly curled up in the hair ball, looking at the blue sky through the long silver hair.

"I should wake up!" Chu Tian said softly, "Every time Jiang Kui breaks into the house, I should wake up. It's been almost eighteen years, and there hasn't been a single exception. Why is this dream so long?"

With a 'click', the rivers around Chutian, the cliffs on both sides of the river, the ancient trees on the cliffs, and the sky above the ancient trees cracked countless tiny cracks at the same time, and the brightly colored landscape scrolls disintegrated and disappeared, and the silver-haired mouse also turned into a faint silver light and disappeared.

The gray sky, the gray earth, surrounded by the gray void.

Chu Tian stood quietly in this gray and empty world, and a tall figure slowly walked through the empty gray and walked in front of him.

Dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with a lilac face, and a square face with boundless justice and awe-inspiring dignity. Jiang Kui, who was swaggering, stood quietly in front of Chu Tian, looking at him quietly with his hands behind his back.

"Is it finally about to uncover the mystery?" Chu Tian looked at Jiang Kui coldly: "This brother, don't you think it's too much to let a newborn baby keep repeating that bloody dream every day?"

Sighing slightly, Chu Tian spread his hands and looked at Jiang Kui: "Fortunately, it's me, if I were an ordinary doll, I would have lost my mind and my mind a long time ago, and I would either become a madman or a fool, right?"

Jiang Kui looked Chu Tian up and down, and nodded slowly with a hint of satisfaction: "You are not stupid, nor are you crazy. For eighteen years, every night you have been asked to repeat the bloody scene from the beginning of your birth, don't you feel that your state of mind is much firmer than that of ordinary people?"

Chu Tian was silent, and Jiang Kui grinned: "A firm state of mind means that your soul is strong and tenacious, and you are at least ten times stronger than ordinary people's souls." To be precise, if the soul of a well-nourished, healthy-growing eighteen-year-old boy is a drop of water, your current soul is eleven drops and thirty percent more. ”

"What are you?" Chu Tian didn't seem to hear Jiang Kui's words, he was silent for a while, and asked Jiang Kui very seriously and cautiously.

"I am, 'what'?" Jiang Kui was stunned, smiled, pointed to his face and asked: "Where, Jiang Kui, this face, you have been looking at it in your dream for almost eighteen years, and you are two days away from turning eighteen years, don't you remember?"

"Are you, 'what'?" Chu Tian slowly raised his right hand, and the eight-sided sword quietly bounced out of his sleeve.

"I am, pillow!" Jiang Kui spread his hands and hurriedly laughed: "Pillow, pillow, it's just that I want to give you a deeper impression, ha, don't you think that Jiang Kui's face, do you have the deepest impression of him?"

'Pillow'?

Chu Tian was stunned, and he subconsciously wiped the thin silver chain around his neck.

On the chain hung a jade pillow the size of a baby's fist, carved from green jade. The small jade pillow is decorated with fine moire, and the extremely smooth moire is intertwined with each other, but the shallow moire gives people a strange feeling of overlapping and unfathomable.

"Are you, pillow?" Chu Tian looked at 'Jiang Kui' in amazement: "Master Rat said, this jade pillow has been with my ancestor for nine generations, I have never heard of it, he will make my ancestor have nightmares, and he will keep repeating a nightmare for eighteen consecutive years!"

"Yes, I followed you for nine generations of Chu Ancestor!" 'Jiang Kui' sighed faintly with his hands behind his back: "Nine generations, nine generations of single transmission, you are the tenth generation, and you have had nightmares for eighteen years to refine your soul. ”

Squinting, 'Jiang Kui' looked at Chu Tian, and there was a little more mystery in his tone: "When 'I' set such a strict inheritance rule, I really didn't expect to meet such a lucky person, I originally thought that my inheritance should be the same as the era to which 'I' belonged, completely disappearing." ”

Chu Tian looked at 'Jiang Kui' quietly, carefully distinguishing every word and every word of him, not daring to have the slightest carelessness.

"In the hands of different people, in different families for countless years, I can't imagine that there is really a family that can be passed on for nine generations, and you can grow up safely after being tempered by my nightmare for eighteen years. Jiang Kui smiled: "This is doomed. This inheritance must be given to you. ”

"Wait!" Chu Tian shouted sharply, "What inheritance, what nine generations of single heirs?"

"This inheritance, right here, you can accept it or not, it's up to you!" 'Jiang Kui' smiled lightly, and said disapprerovingly: "As for the rules for me to choose the inheritor, it is to find someone who is lucky enough." ”

"Originally, I wanted to wait two days for you to surprise you on your eighteenth birthday. ”

"But I didn't expect that when you left the city yesterday, you almost gave me a 'surprise', so I can't wait, so I can only hand over the inheritance to you at this time. Anyway, after eighteen years of tempering your soul by nightmares every day, you already have enough foundation to accept it. ”

'Jiang Kui''s body moved slightly, and the eight-sided sword in Chu Tian's hand suddenly let out a low sword roar.

"Wait, the cause and effect of all this is!" Chu Tian hurriedly said 'Jiang Kui'.

"Wow, it's really a little doll who doesn't do things well. 'Jiang Kui' glared at Chu Tian fiercely, and he shouted loudly: "The cause and effect is that 'I' have a legacy that I want to pass on, but I don't know who to leave this inheritance. ”

"Therefore, 'I' refined this pillow, leaving a trace of secret magic on it, but whenever anyone sees this pillow, they will think that this is a secret treasure that is enough to prosper the family, and they will carefully and properly collect and wear it close to their body. ”

"But whoever gets my pillow will definitely have nine generations of single inheritance, no matter how many wives and concubines he marries, there can only be one descendant!"

"If you can pass on the story for nine generations, and the tenth generation of the baby can bear my nightmare for eighteen years, of course, it may also be a spring-dream, a dream or something else, eighteen years without moving the mind, and the one who can grow up safely can inherit my inheritance. ”

'Jiang Kui' smiled indifferently: "The cause and effect are like this." I met you two days in advance, but I was forced to be helpless, for fear that I would show up. Therefore, Chu Tianhe, you are the disciple of the next generation of 'me', whether you want it or not, this inheritance is yours now. ”

'Haha' laughed loudly, and 'Jiang Kui' suddenly turned into a raging wind and swept in all directions.

The gray void around him was blown open by the wind to a space with a diameter of a few feet, Chu Tian only felt a pain all over his body, and his body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a faint vapor floating in this space.

The jade pillow that he had worn for eighteen years since he was a child melted silently, turning into a biting cold current that burrowed into Chu Tian's body, and instantly rushed to the center of his eyebrows.

An indescribable pain struck from the depths of his soul, as if ten thousand thunderbolts were exploding in his soul at the same time, and Chu Tian fainted without snorting.