In the middle of the night, the strong man's body trembled, sometimes curled up into a ball, sometimes struggled in pain, and sometimes whispered like a pig.

In the dream, the strong man floated in the stairwell of a school, but saw a group of people wearing camouflage uniforms, escorting the iron sand gang with red belts and shiny hands, pushing a car to climb slowly.

In the meantime, the car fell back several times, and most of the people were crushed miserably, and the broken bodies stained the stairwell red, full of wailing echoes, like iron rods that ruffled their heads, and their temples were deeply dented by their blows.

The squeaking sound was endless, shaking the trance brain, and after a period of confusion, the floating figure of the strong man couldn't stop hugging his head.

At this moment, he wanted to escape from the stairwell, but he couldn't move an inch, and his body seemed to be restrained here.

What's going on?!

Why are you trapped in such a bizarre dream?

Belch?

This car is so familiar, isn't it that those people from the Iron Sand Gang are still sitting in this car?

Didn't they run away in a car? How could they be here? It's so weird!

In this way, it seems that I am having a nightmare.

This dream came at a bad time, I just got the fish scale bead, and I wanted to refine it and become a cultivator, so I suffered from this big dream, and I think it was mostly because of the unfavorable years!

A burst of blood and moonlight poured in, the red smoke was misty, and the strong man tried to look up, but he saw that the spider web figure on the wall trembled, blurry, and could not be recognized at all.

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

Unprovoked, how could I appear in this stairwell, I should pretend to be dead on the ground?!

In my head, there was a constant buzzing sound, probably due to excessive blood loss.

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

Hey, this is the hallway, and the dream has changed.

Crying, so sad!

Is it the crying that I have such a dream?

This is not scientific!

He looked around and was horrified to find that the group of people in camouflage uniforms had disappeared.

At this moment, the sound of crying came from all the rooms, and his brain felt like he was barbecuing on an iron plate, and he didn't feel pain at all.

In this way, there will be no pain in the future, this is the best, Lao Tzu doesn't have pain, don't cry, as long as you can become a cultivator.

has already obtained the "Triad Sutra", and there are fish scale beads again, but it is only one foot away.

In the future, you don't have to look at the faces of mortals anymore, maybe you can argue with Ma Bange and Yan Liuzhi.

Lao Tzu has long wanted to trample them under his feet, ravage them, ravage them, ravage them thousands of times!

These people were so tormented by the cries of all the rooms that it was impossible not to go crazy.

Hey, it's funny, these people are actually entangled together, showing all kinds of supernatural smiles, and I can't relax for a long time.

If it weren't for Lao Tzu's spiritual power being different from ordinary people, I'm afraid he would have become a crazy monster long ago.

The crying gradually stopped, and the strong man felt that the strange power that bound him was gradually weakening, and the blood moon was gradually fading.

Looking around, the door closed automatically, and the figures in the stairwell seemed to be doing something.

In the middle of the corridor, the stiff bodies of the men writhed, their eyes dull and yellow, they twisted into a ball, raised their heads in unison, and stumbled in a tone similar to a fox voice, stumbling and repeating:

The Grim Reaper awakens, the corpses rise, the furnace forges, and humanity will perish.

The strong man listened attentively, but he couldn't understand their strange syllables at all, and he was a little annoyed and angry, and scolded: "The ghosts who play tricks will bluff people, and watch me send you back to the west with an axe!"

Several people were indifferent. One of them said in a strange language: "Thief, I am Sadako, you can't kill me." ”

Another said in bird language, "Hahahahahaha." Can you call me a clown?"

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

Several people were entangled in a group, their words were confused, and their voices were perverse, so that the strong man was angry, wielding a plate axe, and slashing into the necks of several people.

The heads of the six people slipped down in unison, and they were grabbed by their palms, the expressions on their faces did not change at all, their smiles were terrifying, they turned their heads to look at each other, and looked directly at the strong man with cold eyes.

The more the strong man looked, the more frightened he became, subconsciously, his eyes avoided dodging, and he raised his eyes to look at the sky, but when he saw that above the starry curtain, the bright moon was bright and clean, and he was as quiet as a virgin.

Before the strong man could take a closer look, he felt the sky spinning, and as far as his eye could see, the moon jumped like a rabbit.

In an inexplicable panic, he jumped down the stairs, but before he could completely jump out of the window, his head spun.

As he swirled, the moon drew closer and closer, and the sense of gravity became weaker and weaker, which made him feel as light as a feather. Various piercing, low, frantic sound waves rang through the air, piercing the plate axe he was holding.

At this moment, the bright white light emitted a faint brilliance, enveloping the dream walker as thin as a cicada's wings, and after the sound wave came into contact with the brilliance, the brilliance flickered, the piercing explosion sizzled, and a pungent smoke rose.

The horror on his face grew stronger, and he felt his life melting.

A bright white light gushed like snow, blending into the body of the strong man, and the brilliance on the surface of the body trickled down, and he was suddenly in high spirits, swimming towards the moon like an arrow from the string.

He got closer and closer to the moon, and with a jump, the two became one.

The strong man opened his eyes, and in the blurred vision, he propped up his body with his hands, slowly stood up straight, and carefully observed his surroundings.

In front of Yao Kee Roast Chicken Shop, at the intersection of Dasheng Street and Ziyang Street, there are no traces of battle, no traces of cars, no fragmented bodies, and no strange corpses with different heads.

But when Paul opened his weeping red eyes, he saw the strong man's look of horror.

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

Following.

A bicycle pulls into the school, with a camera on its back and a student in the back seat.

The bike drove slowly to the school building where Paul had stayed, and stopped on the side of the road.

Yuan Fangzhi saw his son carrying his schoolbag and walked into the stairwell, and when he heard his son let out an exclamation, he ran out in horror, and said tremblingly: "People, dead people, there are many dead people in it." ”

Yuan Fangzhi sensed that there was explosive news beckoning to him.

Yuan Fangzhi looked at his frightened son and said to him: "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, recite the Book of Songs, and slowly walk to the playground." ”

The son stumbled and recited, and walked to the playground in a trance.

Yuan Fangzhi looked at his son's back, and his heart was suddenly horrified, what a tragic scene it should be, and he actually scared his son to the point of losing his soul?!

After a while, he gathered his mind and walked into the stairwell, where he saw a child bouncing around, and heard a crazy sound wave vibrating in his ears: "Another one!

This time it's really different from usual, the ghost's telekinesis is so powerful!

Yuan Fangzhi came back to his senses, took out a bag from his arms, took out a talisman, snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the slightest spark flickered, igniting this pure light talisman.

Yuan Fangzhi smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, you will receive a treatment next, and after a course of treatment, it will make you much more comfortable." ”

The child blinked, looked well-behaved and cute, tilted his head, and looked curiously at the burning talisman: "My spirit is very healthy, and I don't need treatment." Who are you? I haven't seen you yet.

By the way, what about the blood food just now, I was eating, and I heard that beautiful cry, the sound is so good, the flesh must be delicious. ”

While observing the surrounding environment, Yuan Fangzhi activated the Demon Bead in the void and asked, "Why did you kill so many people from the Iron Sand Gang?"

The child shook his head, scratched the back of his head, and tried to remember what he had been doing last night, and after half a ring, he replied categorically: "I went to bed very early last night, and slept until the rooster crowed, and then, smelling of blood, came here." ”

Yuan Fangzhi knocked on the side again, waved his hand gently, and the talisman turned into a streamer and shot at the child, who hurriedly dodged.

Then his face cracked, and a long tongue sprang out strangely, hitting the streamer, and suddenly a strong black fire ignited on his tongue, and the child retracted his tongue and rolled in the air.

Yuan Fangzhi sacrificed the Demon Bead, which emitted a faint black gas, and it dipped around in the stairwell, and all the resentment and evil qi gathered together under the suppression of the black qi.

The black qi on the demon bead was in full bloom, and a trace of black flame suddenly bloomed, shooting towards the evil qi, slowly burning them, and in the black smoke rising, a trace of white smoke floated out, trying to get out of control.

The black flame stretched like a horse, hitting the middle of the white smoke, and suddenly the white smoke made the sound of frying in the oil pan.

This state of affairs lasted for a short time, and the white smoke was melted away by the black flames, leaving only a child's skin floating in the air.

When the talisman flew underneath the skin, the whole skin spontaneously combusted, making a crackling explosion, and in a few moments, the entire stairwell was cleared.

Yuan Fangzhi carefully examined the fragmented bodies and took pictures from time to time, and was shocked to find that most of them were crushed to death by cars.

His heart trembled suddenly, his eyes staring at the corpse couldn't stop beating wildly, he stood up straight with a little trembling, dragged his lower limbs up with difficulty, and showed a wry smile in his mouth: "I should go back and take medicine!"

I want to go now, it's too late!