"My lord, the overall situation of this battle has been decided."

Two young men dressed as strategists rode up to the young man and congratulated him.

"Hehe, that's thanks to the strategy of the military advisor, this battle is over, and we finally have a big territory in the dark realm."

The young general waved his hand, but the smile on his face could not be concealed.

"Jia is just the icing on the cake, thanks to Zhicai's strategy."

The blue-clothed strategist pointed to the blue-clothed strategist on the side, but the other party didn't care at all, and took off the wine gourd on his waist and drank it with his head up.

"Hahahahaha......"

The young general laughed loudly at this, and the laughter was very heroic, revealing a kind of momentum that looked down on the world.

Suddenly, the young man's heart suddenly froze, the smile on his face froze, and a deadly crisis struck, and his rich combat experience made him swing out the halberd in his right hand before he could see it.

"Hiss ~~~~~"

The boy felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and saw that the right arm holding the halberd was severed by a ghost-headed broadsword that flew over, and the right arm flew down from the sky with the halberd in his grip.

"No !!!!"

"The Lord's !!!!"

In the exclamation of the soldiers, the young man's afterglow finally caught a glimpse of the owner of the ghost-headed big knife, which was ...... Ghost Emperor!?

The ghost emperor wearing ordinary ghost pawn armor, the ghost emperor who was surrounded by all the soldiers before...... Is it fake!?

"Good means, good strategy......"

...............................................................................................................................

"Huh~~Huh~~Huh......"

"It turned out to be a dream!"

Zhao Jin sat up from the bed in shock, touched his right arm, and sighed, his body was already in a cold sweat.

"Whew~~~, another dream, a different dream."

Zhao Jin muttered to himself, often dreaming is a "disease" that Zhao Jin has had since he was a child, but Zhao Jin is willing to call this "disease" an ability, because his dreams have mysterious prophetic abilities.

Unlike ordinary people who think that what they are currently encountering seems to have been dreamed of, he is really able to predict, not because of the hippocampal effect.

The so-called hippocampal effect is the feeling that human beings suddenly feel that they have "experienced a certain picture or something somewhere" in a real environment (as opposed to a dream). According to most people's recollections, it is as if they have seen a certain scene in a dream, but they have forgotten it, and when they encounter it in reality, they have a feeling of "déjà vu". It is also called the phenomenon of déjà vu, i.e., sight

Anthropologists have various hypotheses about the hippocampal effect, but Zhao Jin is sure that his dream is different.

The first time, when he was in a car accident with his parents, he didn't dream about the accident beforehand, but he dreamed about the real situation of the car accident afterwards. It wasn't an accident, it was a premeditated murder, and the black figures......

The second time, he relied on that dream to meet his first soul Li Ping and became a soul master.

The third time, he dreamed of his "second" soul, Li Cunxiao, the Thirteenth Taibao, although he has not found it yet, he has dreamed of that dream for many years. It was in a super tomb, and the tomb was opened at least three years later, when he had more than two souls.

The fourth time, he met a man who was as gentle as jade, and he hadn't found the specific location of the scene in the dream, but he didn't expect this to be the fifth dream.

"Lord, are you having nightmares again?"

Among the spears standing next to the bed, Li Ping came out faintly, as Zhao Jin's closest partner, he knew the "old problem" of his own lord best.

"Well, this dream is different from the previous one, I haven't found a place for the previous dream of the antique street strategist blocking the knife for me, I don't know what the meaning of the dream is. Tonight is a new dream, a dream that makes my blood surging and my heart full of unwillingness. ”

Zhao Jin got up and walked to the window, stretched out his hand to push open the window, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, picked up the two palm-sized green jade gourds on the side, and raised his head to drink a sip of the spiritual spring wine contained in it.

Then he continued to look up at the window as if he was distracted, and what he didn't notice was that the green jade gourd he had just put down in his hand shook slightly, and then it didn't move like an illusion.

Zhao Jin looked out the window, Li Ping stood behind him and also looked out the window, the green jade gourd stayed there without moving, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

After a while, Zhao Jin spit out a sentence faintly, turned around and picked up the halberd on the side and walked out of the room.

"Li Ping, tomorrow we will enter the dark realm and meet Zhang Xiu, it's time to explore the secret of the bottom of the Shuiyun Lake."

"No!"

At dawn, there was a faint light on the horizon, and the air was still cool at night.

In the glimmer of dawn, a tall figure was standing on the empty bluestone, practicing his halberd.

The trees in the small stone courtyard swayed gently in the morning breeze, as if beating the boy's movements. His figure flickered in the dawn, forming a harmonious picture with the surrounding scenery.

He was dressed in a dark warrior outfit and had a slender and sturdy figure. His eyes were full of determination and concentration, as if there was only him and his halberd in the world. The black halberd ink soul was covered with dark black scales, like a dragon wrapped around it, and there seemed to be a moaning sound between the dances.

With a halberd in hand, he practiced his moves over and over again, his movements powerful and fluid, each swing with strength and rhythm. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he could see through all illusions. The body is flexible and coordinated, as if it is integrated with the halberd.

His hair fluttered gently in the breeze, with a hint of sweat beads, glittering with the morning light. His face was resolute and determined, and his eyes were so bright that he seemed to be able to see through everything.

In between exercises, he would stare at the Ink Soul Halberd in his hand, as if thinking about something. Then, he would start wielding the halberd again, again and again, tirelessly practicing.

It is a scene of a man practicing his halberd at dawn, full of strength and beauty, and makes people feel a kind of tenacity and perseverance.

The years are playing like a song, and in a trance the boy has grown into a man.