That day, He Yunjia threw the flower branch into his arms, and Tanhualang happened to pass downstairs, and at that moment, He Lingjiang felt that there seemed to be a strange aura fluctuation on his body, but it was only a moment.

Later, the farther and farther she went, she did not continue to explore.

She also asked the housekeeper, in the past few days, except for a few times to the place where the scientific detective Hualang went, the county lord of Ruyang has been staying in the mansion and has never gone out, and there have never been other strangers in the mansion.

It's hard to say whether this matter has anything to do with him.

The housekeeper looked worriedly at the unconscious county lord of Ruyang on the bed: "He Qi Niangzi, what is wrong with the county lord?" ”

He Lingjiang frowned and said slowly: "It's a dream and can't wake up." I'll have to take a closer look at what happened. ”

"Can't wake up from a dream?" The butler was shocked, "County Lord, she was used by evil spirits?" ”

"Whether it's evil or not, we need to talk about it." He Lingjiang did not draw conclusions.

"No matter what, please ask He Qi Niangzi to wake up the county lord first, it's been two days, if you fall asleep again, the county lord's body will not be able to bear it." The butler looked anxious.

"Don't worry."

He Lingjiang looked out at the sky, and at this time, it was close to noon, and the sun was rising high.

"The so-called people who are trapped in dreams are often lost in their dreams, and they can't get out, so they can't wake up."

"If you want to wake up the county lord, you need someone to dream, find her in her dreams, and break through the fog of chaos."

She pointed to the sun outside: "At noon, it is the time when the yang energy is at its peak, and it is not appropriate for outsiders to fall asleep, and it is very likely that they will be rejected by the county lord's dream and blocked by accident." ”

"If you don't sleep deeply, it will be even more chaotic when you are half-asleep and half-awake, and if you are not careful, you may also be trapped in the dream of the county lord."

"So, we'll have to wait."

"Is that going to wait until the evening?" The butler asked.

He Lingjiang nodded: "It's best after late at night." ”

"Okay, the old slave will arrange a clean courtyard for He Qi Niangzi to eat and rest for the time being, next to the county lord's courtyard, and wait until nightfall, and then ask you to perform the spell." The housekeeper said that he was busy asking someone to clean up.

He Lingjiang did not refuse, at this time, he still had to run back and forth, so he simply waited in the Ruyang County Lord's Mansion for the time being.

The sun is skewed, the golden wuxi is falling, and the twilight is gradually approaching.

After He Lingjiang had dinner, it was not early.

The night is getting dark.

According to He Lingjiang's instructions, the housekeeper asked all the people who were waiting in the main courtyard of Ruyang County to rest, leaving only two people to guard outside the courtyard.

Without the maidservants shuttling back and forth, the huge courtyard was suddenly deserted, and only the lanterns under the porch hung quietly, flickering in the night.

He Lingjiang gently pushed the door of the room, motioned for Qingzhu to guard outside, and only led Aman into the house.

There was only a candle lamp left next to the bed in the room, the light was like a bean, reflecting the dim light in the room, and the face of the county lord of Ruyang was half bright and half dark in the faint candlelight.

He Lingjiang leaned over slightly, took out a silk thread from his sleeve and tied it to Ruyang's wrist, and then pinched the trick in his hand, tapped it on her forehead, and took out a few small bells to hang on the silk thread.

The bell had no bell, and she didn't make the slightest sound when she moved it.

Then, she neatly tied the other end of the thread around her wrist.

In this way, the two ends of this silk thread are connected to her and the county lord of Ruyang.

Aman found a futon and placed it next to the bed, and He ordered Jiang to take a half step back and sit down cross-legged.

Seeing this, Aman took a few steps back and stood not far from her, but his eyes fell on her.

"The ...... of the Seven Ladies"

He Lingjiang's hands were sealed in the shape of a lotus flower, and he bowed his head slightly: "Okay, let's start." ”

Aman nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the candle light next to the bed went out with a "poof", and the room was pitch black.

Aman slowed his breathing, and it was so quiet in the dark night that she couldn't even hear her breathing.

She has been practicing with He Lingjiang for more than a year, and she has improved a lot, and she can barely see her actions in the dark.

I saw He Lingjiang's eyes closed, his hands flat on his legs, and the samadhi seal on his hands, looking like he was meditating.

The room was as quiet as water, and as time passed, He Lingjiang's breathing gradually calmed down, and she fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw a pale golden glimmer in the dark inner room flashing between He Lingjiang's hands, and then, the streamer stretched along the silk thread on her wrist to the end of the Ruyang County Lord.

The bell on the line jumped suddenly, and Aman's eyes widened, but fortunately the bell did not make a sound, which made her secretly relieved.

The room was as black as ink, except for the seven-foot silk thread that shone with golden light.

In front of him was a thick and thick fog, so white that people could not even see three paces away.

He Lingjiang stretched out his hand and touched it, and it was wet and cold.

She looked down at her feet, and there were green grass and budding wildflowers, and dew was still hanging from them, and her skirt brushed through them, and soon wet the corners of her skirt.

The soles were sticky and greasy, covered in wet mud.

It seemed to be a rural morning, foggy and dewy, and the whole dream was filled with damp breath.

The surrounding scenery is not clear, and the figure of the county lord of Ruyang cannot be seen.

She took a few steps before stopping.

He Ling Jiang recited a mantra in his mouth, and swiped the trick between his other wrist with one hand, and the wrist flashed, showing a pale golden silk mark.

One end of the thread was tied to her hand, but the other end was hidden in the fog and was gone.

He Lingjiang turned slightly, followed the direction of the silk thread, and walked forward.

I don't know how far she walked, and how long it took, He Lingjiang only felt that her clothes were getting wet with mist and dew, but as soon as she stepped out, she suddenly felt a change in front of her.

The damp air around suddenly receded, and the clear sunlight shone warmly on the body, and the surrounding flowers and plants were full of butterflies.

However, where the silk thread pointed, there was still no figure of the Ruyang County Lord.

She was not discouraged, and continued to walk along the silk thread, through the early morning, through the afternoon, through the evening, through the evening, and then into the night.

Black, the ultimate black in front of you.

Like thick ink, it covers everything in the world, but the silk thread on the wrist still shines with golden light.

She walked down this circle, and she also vaguely understood the dream of the county lord of Ruyang.

From early morning to dark night, the cycle repeateds, day after day, round after round, as long as she can't get out, she will always be trapped in it.

This dream was obviously specially designed for her.

She walks in front and herself in the back, so it's hard to catch up with her.

He Lingjiang put his fingers together and pressed the silk thread on his wrist, and as she chanted the mantra in her mouth, the silk thread tightened a little, and she pulled it gently, and felt that there was a hidden resistance in the unknown distance.