After Lu Hua left, a few of them exchanged a few words of greeting, and then went upstairs to sleep.

There are seven or eight guest rooms on the second floor, and Lu Hua has already arranged for people to clean them and receive VIPs.

At this time, the night is dark, the candle flame in the guest room is still swaying gently, this is an ordinary guest room, the furnishings in the guest room are also quite simple, there is a word hanging on the hanging beam, there is a "sword" word written on it, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, quite the wind of the rivers and lakes.

The room is quite spacious, with only a bed, a table and chairs, as well as some daily necessities, and a few tea sets on the table.

Pan Xincheng stood alone in front of the window, looking outward, thoughtful.

Yu Shuang sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, drank it slowly, frowned and asked, "Uncle Pan, the taste of this tea is a little strange, have you tasted it?"

Pan Xincheng turned his back to him, stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, and said quietly: "Isn't this the tea that the city lord Nie gave to Pan some time ago?"

Yu Shuang frowned when she heard this, took the teacup in her hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "I don't know what's going on, after I drink this tea, my hands and feet will be cold, and my whole body will sweat." Isn't it strange, you say?"

Pan Xincheng pondered for a while and said, "I have already tried this tea, and after drinking it, the true qi runs all over the body, and there seems to be no discomfort. ”

It was quiet outside, and the cold wind was still whirring outside.

Pan Xincheng closed the window, walked to Yu Shuang and sat down, it seemed that as soon as he entered the door, Pan Xincheng frowned, muttered, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Yu Shuang frowned and asked, "Uncle Pan, how do you seem to be preoccupied, is there anything wrong?"

Pan Xincheng hesitated for a moment, looked at Yu Shuang, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why, my eyelids are always jumping, and I always feel that something is going to happen, but even though I rack my brains, I can't figure out what went wrong." ”

Yu Shuang's face was pale, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Uncle Pan, don't worry too much, we have entered the realm of Yijian Villa, and we don't expect anything to happen." ”

Pan Xincheng sighed faintly, stood up, hesitated slightly, but shook his head again, and said with interest: "That's it, I hope that as Shuang'er said, this trip will not take too long, and we will go back after we finish our work." ”

Yu Shuang smiled and nodded.

Pan Xincheng raised his steps, walked to the door, turned around and said, "You rest early, we will go up the mountain at dawn tomorrow." I live next door to you, and if anything happens at night, call me out loud. ”

Yu Shuang responded with a smile and stood up to send him off.

After sending Pan Xincheng away, Yu Shuang yawned and stretched his waist, the trip in the past few days seemed to be quite hard for him.

He walked slowly to the head of the bed, took off his clothes, got into the quilt, and lay on the bed tossing and turning, but he couldn't sleep.

I can't help but think of my sister Yu Xueying, I haven't seen her for many days, and I really have a little worry in my heart, I don't know how she is now? It's past midnight now, is she already asleep?

Thinking about it, he fell into a deep sleep......

In his sleep, when he was cultivating the Dao Fa some time ago, after the qi was drawn into his body, the strange pictures flashed in his mind one by one again, he closed his eyes tightly, the expression on his face changed, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched slowly, as if he wanted to scream, but after all, he couldn't make a sound.

The full moon is like a mirror, and the night breeze is cold.

In the bright night sky, a golden figure, which seems so familiar, but at this moment it is so strange, is in the night sky and is doing a battle of life and death with himself, isn't that his father, the famous Yu Qiong?

Every time my father made a move, it seemed that he was going to kill himself, and he involuntarily turned around and dodged the attack, and he shouted for release, and even cried loudly later. But the figure seemed to be deaf, and its cold face was indifferent.

After a false move, he rushed towards his father from behind him, and he slashed at him with a halberd in his hand......

"Father, be careful!" Yu Shuang shouted, and her heart seemed to jump out. But his consciousness was completely unable to control his body, and the cold light on the halberd was like silver frost under the moonlight, as if he was about to make a judgment of life and death at that moment, but at this critical juncture, this picture disappeared.

Instead, there was a woman dressed in snow-white clothes, this woman looked very old, she held a fairy sword with a whole body of turquoise, like summer autumn water, the sword body green flashing, very eye-catching.

It was still that cold night, her body was slightly rickety, her eyes were full of blood-red light, her face was hideous, her cherry lips were as black as ink, and only a pair of eyes, as if filled with the most evil busy light in the world, were staring at him viciously from a distance.

The woman suddenly raised the green mangxian sword in her hand and pointed it at him, he felt extremely frightened in his heart, and suddenly felt that the fierce aura like waves was surging all over his body, and the woman in white suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, like thunder, like a ghost roar, and the voice was extremely poignant.

Her mouth was pitch black, and it seemed to be a little darker than ink. The long hair behind him floated messily in the night sky.

Who is she? Yu Shuang asked herself.

At this moment, another image suddenly followed.

"No——" When Yu Shuang saw this picture, she was as painful as a thousand arrows piercing her heart. He gritted his teeth and hissed, all the thoughts in his mind were discouraged, and in the end there was only one word left in choke: "Mother!"

In the distance, in the bright night sky, my father held a fairy sword burning with raging fire, piercing my mother's body......

The raging fire was like a fierce spirit, from the sword, slowly crawling all over the mother's body.

What kind of suffering in the world can be compared to?

Yu Shuang wept and cried, his heart was like ashes, he raised his head and roared, but he was surprised to find that his voice was actually the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon.

"Ah......h

Yu Shuang woke up from her dream, sat up, opened her eyes, gasped heavily, and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

His face was pale, his eyes were stagnant, and his mind had not yet escaped from the nightmare of the right talent. In the small room, apart from the pitch black, only the gasps of frost remained.

"It turned out to be a dream" Yu Shuang slowly closed her eyes, her breathing was still short, and all the pictures were shocking.

But why is that? He couldn't help but ask himself, "Why do you always dream of these inexplicable images?"

Yu Shuang's mind was full of mixed feelings, panicked and only had mixed tastes, he got up and got out of bed, his legs trembled a little involuntarily, he walked to the table, sat down on the stool, and poured a cup of tea.

He picked up the teacup and was about to drink it, but he noticed a series of thin footsteps suddenly coming from outside the door, he frowned and listened carefully, it seemed that someone was a little sneaky, and deliberately took a light step.

The room he lived in was the first room up the stairs, and although he could walk as silently as possible, the sound of footsteps going up the stairs was unavoidable.

He suddenly felt a burst of curiosity in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at the window, and the lights in the hall had already been extinguished, even through the paper window, he couldn't see anything.

He crept to the doorway, crouched down, his ears resting on the door, holding his breath and listening.

Only when he heard this did he know that it was not a hallucination, but indeed a few people sneaking past his door.

Next door to him is Pan Xincheng's room, and Yang Xueli and the others' room is also separated from Pan Xincheng, and walking inside is their room.

And these people were sneaky again in the middle of the night, Yu Shuang thought that this must be ill-intentioned, he suddenly wanted to shout the words "Uncle Pan" loudly, but when he said it, he thought about it again, as the saying goes, "If you are a thief, you must see dirty", or see the motives of several of them.

Thinking of this, he opened the door through a small crack and looked out......