I glanced at the dead old monster on the ground, and I was not half afraid.

This guy must have done something bad and deserved to die.

After tossing for so long, I was a little hungry, and I looked at the fruits and vegetables on the ground and swallowed.

In the ghost temple, it is said that there are ghosts, but today I saw hedgehogs, people, and dead people, but I didn't see the so-called ghosts.

So, where are the ghosts?

I tilted my little head and thought about it for a long time, but my head hurt and my stomach screamed before I thought about it.

Maybe it's in people's hearts.

Thinking of this, I ate the tribute with peace of mind.

The little hedgehog stepped out from behind the idol and looked at me curiously.

I gave it some and it devoured it.

I stopped eating the tribute, gently touched the belly of the little hedgehog, and looked up at the headless statue in the ghost temple.

I came to my senses, and that was it.

In the past, which I have forgotten, such an incident has actually happened.

I was about to open my mouth to call the Dream Eater Tapir, but I found that the little hedgehog suddenly coughed in pain, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

This dream is not over yet!

It was only then that I realized that where was the sacrifice that I ate with the hedgehog? It's clearly a yellow talisman!

The hedgehog's belly instantly grew larger, swollen, and there were living creatures wrestling in it.

I grabbed the little hedgehog, broke its mouth, and held out my little thumb to clasp its throat.

It let out a "wow" and spit it out.

It's spitting out something weird.

A handful of hair, two red ropes, and half a talisman.

These things fell to the ground wet, and after a while, they turned into a puddle of pus and completely dissipated.

The little hedgehog plucked one of the thorns from his body and plunged it into the palm of my hand.

I didn't stop it, I watched it fixedly.

I helped it, and it will take revenge?

The little hedgehog shrunk his neck, looked at me carefully with his small eyes, and sighed slightly.

It dipped its claws into the remaining blood on the ground and scribbled two words on the ground.

'Don't go'.

Don't go? Where not to go?

I was only five or six years old, where could I go?

Before I could figure it out, the little hedgehog stretched out his claws to hide a talisman, and with a 'whoosh', disappeared.

In the ruined temple, only me and the headless sculpture remained, and a hideous corpse.

I stepped onto the altar in three or two steps, reached out and touched the sculpture, but only touched the ash on my hands.

The neck of the sculpture has many dense slash marks, as if someone had cut off the head with an axe.

I touched the neck of the sculpture and found that the sculpture was actually hollow, and the inside of his neck was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

I put my hand in and shook it twice, but I didn't touch anything.

Just as he was about to draw it back, a mutation suddenly occurred.

My hand is caught!

Cold, eerie, wet, hairy.

A chill surged up from my fingertips and up to the top of my head, making me tingle and creepy.

If I were a child, I would have been scared and crying.

I gritted my teeth, grabbed each other, and kept groping, I wanted to figure out, what was this?!

That's when the "Poof! There was a loud bang, followed by a foul smell that spread through the air.

The smell was spicy to the eyes, made me dizzy, and was all too familiar.

I grinded my teeth and squeezed three words out of my mouth: "Food!" Dream! Tapir! ”

Then he pulled the Dream Eater Tapir out of the sculpture!

When the dream-eating tapir saw that I was deflated, it immediately shook its nose with a smile, and this time, it did not turn into the appearance of a ghost in red, but used its own body into my dream.

It was smiling at me.

I brought it up in front of my eyes and pinched its nose so hard that it turned blue.

"You were in the sculpture back then, and you saw the whole thing?!"

The Dream Eater Tapir restrained his smile, shook his head and said, "Not really." You were so bold when you were a child, you dared to put your hand into the body of the sculpture, you just thought you had lived too long. Thanks to the generosity of others, I didn't take it to heart, but I fainted you the moment you reached in, otherwise you wouldn't have enough lives to live. ”

"You mean, this sculpture is alive? Is there a youkai like the Monkey possessed on it? ”

"Hey, what is it, how can you compare it to him. Let me tell you this, a hundred people are coming, and they are no match for him. ”

"This ghost temple is not in vain."

"Otherwise, why do you think that flame only burns the yellow old monster alone? You were so close that you would have been burned along with you. Ma Xiulian is too anxious, she doesn't need to make a move, the flames only burn the soul, and within half an hour, Huang Laowei will be burned and scattered. Ma Xiulian killed Huang Laowei, but it was just a matter of cause and effect. ”

The Dream Eater Tapir sighed, but in fact his tone was full of schadenfreude.

I really don't remember anything about this experience.

The Dream Eater Tapir took advantage of my shaking spirits, flipped over, jumped off me, and sat on the altar, two small short legs dangling.

Suddenly, I thought of something, and said uncertainly: "How do I remember, Ma Xiulian has a child, still a boy, named Li Gang......"

The Dream Eater's two small eyes rolled wildly, as if carefully observing the layout of the ghost temple.

"You remember right, Ma Xiulian just has a child."

"Isn't Li Dazhu unable to give birth?"

"I was pregnant tonight."

I frowned: "It's the child of the Yellow Monster?" ”

The Dream Eater Tapir sneered: "Didn't you see the process, Huang Lao Wei didn't even completely tear off her clothes, and she didn't have time to do it yet." ”

I was startled and looked back at the headless sculpture, always thinking it was staring at me.

But if this sculpture doesn't even have eyes, how can it look at me?

"The goddess's request for a son has been successful?"

The dream-eating tapir nodded indifferently, and squinted at me with its white eyes, and there was a clear dislike for me and a fuss inside.

"What's this? From ancient times to the present, there are countless legends: Hua Xu stepped on the footprints and gave birth to Fuxi, Nu Deng saw the dragon in a dream and gave birth to the Yan Emperor, attached to the treasure to see the lightning around the Big Dipper and gave birth to the Yellow Emperor, and the Virgin Mary mentioned before, didn't she also feel and gave birth to Jesus? Nothing new. ”

"Like you said last time, doesn't this kind of thing usually happen to virgins? Ma Xiulian has been married for ten years. ”

The Dream Eater Tapir waved his hand, his eyes sarcastic: "We didn't have these nonsense sayings in ancient times, they were all passed down by those foreign feudal missionaries.

Since some things are self-proclaimed gods, they get a little bit of everything, take their dross, remove their essence, put everything on themselves, and finally make a mess of the earth. It's all like this, and some people still believe it. ”