The Jia family lives in the north of the city, and it is about half an hour's drive from the restaurant.

The three of them stood at the railing and watched the shopkeeper Cao downstairs with three guys carrying Jia Zhenghe, who was drunk in a puddle of mud, to the carriage with great difficulty.

Jia Hezheng's figure of almost two hundred pounds looks particularly heavy after being drunk. After confirming that he was in order in the carriage, Shopkeeper Cao took out a breath, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, wiped the beads of sweat on his head, and wiped his hands carefully. After hesitating for a moment, he pinched his nose and endured the foul and pungent smell to get back into the carriage.

The twilight is faint, the lights are on, and the gray carriage slowly moves north, blending into the night.

Jiang Li had already put on a carefully selected linen robe at this moment, this dress had been spent overnight in Wu Su'er's room, and there was still an extremely good smell on it, but even so, he still felt that he couldn't cover the sour smell on his body. He sniffled vigorously, his brows furrowed slightly, revealing a look of extreme helplessness.

Gu Yuanchi had also changed his coat, and he was pinching his nose vigorously at the moment, and he couldn't even see a trace of blood on his originally white face at the moment.

Although there are several rooms apart, the smell seems to be haunting in front of you.

Only Ma Han sat opposite Jia Hezheng, but because of the angle, the vomit gushing out of Jia Hezheng's mouth did not come head-on, and he was extremely lucky to escape. Thinking of the spectacular scene that spread all over the world just now, he was disgusted and secretly happy, and even recalled the embarrassed appearance of Jiang Li and Gu Yuanchi jumping up and dodging, and vaguely felt very funny. It's just that no matter how straightforward he is, he knows that he can't really laugh out loud at this time, and only holds a pair of eyes bigger than a copper bell, reflecting the new lantern under the eaves, which is very bright.

Compared with the annoyance written on Jiang Li and Gu Yuanchi's faces, Ma Han saw it very openly: drinking, if you don't put down one or two every time, it is not in place, this has no atmosphere and is not fun enough, what kind of wine is drunk.

Xiao Er cleaned up the new cubicle at great speed, and beckoned the three of them over with a shy face and some embarrassment.

It was expected that Xiao Er also knew that these people would definitely not be able to eat any more heavy dishes, so there were only a few plates of light vegetables and a pot of new tea on the table.

The junior of the running hall also lit a pillar of incense in the corner of the wall very intimately.

Ma Han looked at the table of clear soup widow water, very dissatisfied, but caught a glimpse of the extremely ugly faces of the two, was silent for a long time, and could only swallow back the words that were about to reach his mouth with a long sigh, and picked and picked two vegetable leaves and sent them into his mouth.

"Jia Hezheng said that Miss Li is a monster?"

Jiang Li rinsed the dishes in front of the three of them with tea, and he felt that he still needed to say something at this moment, so as to divert his attention from the smell of his body.

Therefore, this sentence was said in a hurry without nutrition, Jia Hezheng's voice was very loud when he was drunk, and it was difficult to hear what he said.

"That's what he said." Gu Yuanchi looked at the freshly poured tea in front of him, and did not pick it up immediately, but leaned forward and sniffed it carefully. The tea was fragrant, and he took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the disgust in his chest. He pondered in his heart for a moment, and then slowly shook his head and said, "But I don't think so." ”

Before he fell unconscious, Jia Hezheng told a story, to be precise, a dream.

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Li and the three of them were all cultivators, anyone who heard this bizarre story would think that this was Jia Hezheng's drunken nonsense.

That girl Li, that is, the girl who played the piano and performed art, even Jia Hezheng heard her talk about her surname for the first time.

After Ms. Li and Jia He were leaving the crowd, they bent around the city for a while, and finally found a place where no one was on the river.

In the evening, the river is as dark as silver, and the willow that has just grown new shoots hangs down on the water, creating ripples.

Miss Li sat on the stone steps, bowing her head and caressing the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious, like a lake flowing quietly from his heart, but it is a tune that Jia Hezheng has never heard.

Needless to say, this scene is enough to be beautiful enough to make people intoxicated.

So before Jia Hezheng could ask the name of the song, let alone tell his heart in front of his sweetheart, he actually fell asleep.

Then he had a dream, a dream that was very real and yet very absurd.

In his dreams, it was as if he had become a butterfly, or some other bird, and he always looked at the land from a top-down perspective. From a distance, he saw a young girl sitting by the river to freshen up, and the back was indescribably moving, but he couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

He gradually flew closer, and finally found that the girl's front was as smooth as paper, and there was no long face.

There was a woman's body lying beside her, and before Jia Hezheng could see it, she saw her hand raise the knife and chop off the woman's head in one fell swoop. Crimson blood splattered her clothes and stained the river beside her, but the faceless monster did not care, and while holding the woman's head, he let out a rueful laugh, turned his fingers into hooks, and tore the skin off the skull, and then pressed it to his face with great care.

Blood slid down the gap between the faces and slid down the white neck like snow, and the blood marks were shocking and terrifying. The monster turned around and carefully adjusted the angle of its face to the surface of the lake, holding the water to carefully wash the blood from its face.

When everything was ready, it gradually turned around and showed that slightly cold face in front of Jia Hezheng's eyes, which was exactly what Miss Li looked like.

"If that's me, would you still like it?"

"She" whispered in Jia Hezheng's ear.

This is Jia Hezheng's dream.

After waking up, Jia Hezheng found himself lying on the stone road by the river, the moon shadow was faint, the river was murmuring, and there were no face-sewn monsters in the world in front of him, and there was no girl who was concentrating on stroking the qin.

Only the gentle and sneering words always echoed in his ears.

"If that's me, would you like it again......"

"This is the story that Miss Li wants Jia Hezheng to know." Gu Yuanchi frowned slightly, thinking that this kind of evil art had been seen in ancient books, and at that time he only thought it was a sensational story of Zhiwei, but he didn't expect that it could really exist in the world, so he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I hope it's just a prank." ”

The so-called prank is naturally just a good expectation, thinking of the cold alienation of the woman's discord and the strange murderous machine that suddenly rose earlier, it seems that the story in this dream is more in line with the truth, Jiang Li sighed heavily, and said, "That will disappoint the son of the Jia family." ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, and then recalling the dream described by Jia Hezheng, Ma Han's eyebrows suddenly showed a look of disgust, and he shivered coldly, and said with a little fear but very sincerely, "Xiao Gu, you still have a unique vision, this little lady really has a problem." ”

Gu Yuanchi clenched his fist with one hand, knocked lightly on his head twice, and said honestly, "I really didn't expect this little lady to be so fierce and have such a big problem." ”

Jiang Li laughed, drank the teacup in front of him, and then spit out the tea leaves that had been sipped into his lips together, then stood up and picked up the teapot and said with a smile, "No matter how fierce it is, it is also something that the young master of the Jia family and my brother-in-law should worry about." Come on, come on, pour up, pour up. ”

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Li's hand holding the teapot suddenly stopped in mid-air, turned his head with a sense of feeling, and looked in a certain direction in the south of the city with a surprised expression.

The night was dark, like the deepest curtain, slowly closing over the heads of this world.

In Jiang Li's extremely keen perception at this moment, there was a golden light hovering in the south of the city, and countless rays of light circulated in the brilliance, shining like the scale armor covering the golden dragon's body. This golden dragon composed of the purest light parades above the Nine Nights, and behind it, the phantom of the Heavenly Gate can be faintly seen slowly opening from the heavenly dome, and it should be accompanied by thunderous bursts, like the roar of war drums, like angry waves crashing on the shore, showing unrivaled momentum and majesty.

The golden dragon circled in the south of the city, and then seemed to have finally locked on to the target, but it turned around directly, piercing the night sky and coming straight to itself.

Jiang Li's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, he controlled his breathing with great difficulty, facing this brilliance that came with the might of heaven and earth, he felt that he was so small at the moment, like a mayfly in the middle of the sea When facing the waves of the sky, not to mention that he couldn't give birth to any thoughts of resistance, let alone the idea of escaping.

It's just that what makes him feel strange is that, unlike the awe that arises spontaneously in his heart, his intuition does not give birth to too much fear, but he feels that the light is so familiar, like an old friend who has not seen him for many years, and like a family member who has not returned home for a long time. As the light gradually approached, his whole person was unconsciously excited, and the sea of knowledge was even more joyful and about to boil.

At this moment, his arm was still holding the teapot, and his slightly open posture seemed to take the initiative to embrace this light that broke through the sky.

An extremely subtle crisp sound came from Jiang Li's body. The shackles that trapped Jiang Li in the realm of the four grades seemed to dare not challenge the majesty of that brilliance head-on, and it had already disintegrated on its own before it really arrived.

It's just that this shackle is not substantial, and the sound that shouldn't have existed when breaking through the realm is so clear in his ears that Jiang Li is slightly stunned.

At this moment, the purest light had already pierced through Jiang Li's chest, and it plunged into the depths of Jiang Li's sea of thoughts with great joy.