In the confusion, my consciousness seemed to drift out of my body, and I saw the location of the windowsill not far away.

On the windowsill, a beautiful music box slowly turns, making a pleasant sound.

In the huge dressing mirror opposite the bed, a blurred figure of a girl emerged, dancing with the music box in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror, whose head is so blurred that she can barely make out the shape of a sphere.

My consciousness floated in the air, and I could see the whole house, but there was no sign of the girl.

Brass can reflect the trail of ghosts, is she a ghost?

Suddenly, smoke billowed from the floor of the room, and flames rose.

In the beep and beep burning, the picture becomes a little empty.

I lay in bed, feeling only the smoke, but not the heat.

The dancing girl, her skirt shrouded in a raging fire, her body began to burn red, blacken, and festered under the burn.

The sound of the music box became more and more sharp and harsh.

I felt my heart pounding more and more, my chest was uncomfortably tight, and my whole body was hot to the point of spasms.

Suddenly, a cold soft wattle touched my forehead.

The familiar and gentle touch quickly woke me up from my nightmare.

"Fuso!?"

Sitting up abruptly from the bed, Murphy was caressing my forehead with one hand and pressing the other hand to his own.

"Hidden Dragon, you seem to have a fever."

I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead and looked around the room blankly, and saw that there were no burns or music boxes.

All of this is just a very real lucid dream.

The feeling of suffocation in the dream, even after waking up, still made me feel a little deprived of oxygen.

"Ahem!"

I coughed a few times, took a big breath of fresh air, and suddenly couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of black-brown blood.

Murphy was startled, "This is ...... Blood! Hidden Dragon, what's wrong with you?"

Coughing up the blood that was stuck in my throat, I felt much more relaxed.

I got up from the bed weakly, "Hold me up and go to the mirror."

Murphy helped me to the bronze mirror hanging on the wall in front of me.

In the bronze mirror, my face was as pale as paper, my eyes were deep-set, and my lips were purple, like a zombie.

At this moment, Murphy swept away his old grin, his eyes were red with worry, and his voice was a little crying.

"Are you sick?"

I had a bad feeling in my heart and hurriedly said, "Give me a few medical swabs immediately!"

"Good!"

Murphy sniffled, and immediately took out a pocket of cotton swabs from the storage bag.

I took one out, poked it into my nostrils and stirred it twice, and when I pulled it out, the swab was black.

Take out another one and insert it into your ears and eyes, and when you take it out, it is also stained with black dirt.

In an instant, my heart tightened, "It's the five decays of heaven and man!"

Murphy was at a loss, "What is the disease of the five decays of heaven and man? Is it curable?".

I sat on the edge of the bed with some disfigurement, sighed, and reluctantly told Murphy about the five decays of heaven and man.

The so-called five decays of heaven and man are the different phases produced when the punishment of heaven descends on people.

Normally, when evil cultivators kill innocents indiscriminately, or when they reach the peak of their iniquity, the rules of the world will punish them from heaven.

But the five decays of heaven and man are just a warning, and people who are in the middle of art will not die.

If it is really an evil cultivator, after being hit by the five decays of heaven and man, he will feel happy.

In the five decays of heaven and man, the energy that makes people's bodies fail belongs to an extremely pure yin and evil power.

The practice of evil cultivators is to infuse themselves with the power of yin and evil, so as to evolve into energy.

For them, the five decays of heaven and man are nourishment.

For me, it's a true poison!

Inside me

Those who practice are the purest Yuan Force between heaven and earth, and this power is mutually exclusive with Yin and Sha.

Murphy pondered, "What have you done lately that you have become so impressed?"

"Impossible."

I said categorically, "Even if I want to go on a killing spree, I will find a reasonable excuse and will never touch the punishment of heaven."

It's strange, where did the heavenly punishment come from?

Murphy and I sat down on the bed and began to reminisce together.

Heavenly punishment does not come in a day, I remember that I began to be in a trance when I saw Hanwenshan the day after I saw it.

That is, when he began to prepare for the ship, I was punished by heaven at the same time!

Is it because Hanwen Mountain makes yin bait?

But he made yin bait, why did cause and effect impose it on me?

I don't know what to do.

I remembered the dream I had just had.

In the dream, I saw a music box, and a female ghost who was burned to death, could it be that he has anything to do with the five decays of heaven and man?

After thinking about it, I didn't figure out why, so I said to Murphy in a condensed voice, "You stay in the room, I'll go to Hanwenshan and ask what the hell is going on!"

Murphy said anxiously, "I'll go with you!"

"No! Han Wenshan is grandpa's old friend, if I really talk about taboo topics and annoy him, for grandpa's sake, he won't treat me badly."

"But he doesn't necessarily have that much patience with you."

After consoling Murphy, I went downstairs alone to the door of the basement.

To be honest, in the face of a master at the peak of a monk and a Taoist, I felt a little abrupt in my heart.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I tried to knock on the door twice.

There was no knock on the door, but there was no sound at all.

I knocked on the door again, "Senior Hanwenshan, are you there!?"

There was still no response.

There is no choice but to break in!

I pulled out the Qianxuan cold iron knife on my back, and the sword light slashed down violently, and after a sound of gold and iron, I was bounced out more than three meters away.

What a strong seal ban!

After being catapulted, I sat on the spot, looking at the wooden door in front of me, and my thoughts turned over and over a thousand times.

Hanwen Mountain strictly forbade us to enter the basement, but the seal on it was extremely strong, and with the strength of Murphy and me, it was impossible for us to enter.

We can't get in, so why would he do anything more?

Soon, an idea came to my head.

After boarding this ghost ship, the spiritual power in all of us will be suppressed to the nearest nothing.

In this case, the strength of the person depends on the level of close combat.

For example, under normal circumstances, Murphy and Sun Mingjin can't beat me.

But once on board, the two of them were enough to crush me single-handedly.

Could it be that Hanwen Mountain couldn't beat us, so he deliberately found a place to hide?

I tried slashing a few more times, but there was not a single mark left on the door.

I had no choice but to go back and think of another idea with Murphy.