There was a blood-colored mist in his eyes, and Bai Heming had a splitting headache, "Where am I? Aren't I eating that moon cake near the trading house?"

Bai Heming was dizzy, not understanding what was going on with him, and suddenly Xiao Cui's worried voice sounded in his ears.

However, he couldn't find where Xiaocui was, and he followed the sound and walked into the blood mist.

"Huh!" the wind broke out, and a white ghost-like shadow loomed in the blood mist, rushing towards the white crane.

"Anyone?"

Seeing the white shadow, Bai Heming did not panic, but accelerated his pace.

"Ahh

The shadow was a piece of clothing, and on top of the dress was a head without facial features, and it floated towards the white crane.

Bai Heming's eyes widened, and reason told him that he couldn't let the figure without facial features touch him.

However, his body stiffened at this moment, unable to move at all, and could only watch the shadow that looked like clothes approaching him.

The face without facial features, as if laughing, the laughter is like a wind chime, like a ghost crying, terrifying and gloomy!

The surrounding blood mist also turned into countless ghost shadows, following behind the white shadow, roaring silently at the white crane.

It seems that it was Bai Heming who killed them, and they came to ask Bai Heming for his life!

The white shadow with no facial features has been laughing at the terrifying voice. It pounced on Bai Heming's figure, and suddenly stopped, its faceless face staring at Bai Heming like it had eyes.

And those ghosts, who were also quite tacit, seemed to have heard some order, roared and roared, and pounced on the white crane all over the world.

"Ahh

Those ghost figures rushed to the eyes, and the white crane screamed with all his strength, and finally broke away from the stiff body.

The eyes lit up, the scene changed, and Bai Heming sat on the bed, what a familiar scene in front of him.

Bai Heming touched his face and felt that his whole body was soaking wet.

"Is it a nightmare, or is it a ghost? Is there really a ghost?"

"Young master, what's wrong with you, you finally woke up, you're scared to death Cui'er!" came Xiao Cui's voice from the side of the bed.

"I'm fine, let Cui'er worry!" Bai Heming's face warmed, suppressed the panic in his heart, and looked at Xiao Cuidao.

"Young Master is fine!" Xiao Cui was pleasantly surprised, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and then seemed to remember something, "Young Master, why are you wet!"

"I had a nightmare!" Bai Heming got out of bed, put on his shoes and clothes, and said, "I'll go take a shower!"

Entering the bathroom, Bai Heming filled the wooden bucket with clean water and sat down.

The clear water full of cold made Bai Heming sober up a little, and he didn't ask Xiaocui how he came back and what happened.

He didn't know what was going on at the door of the trading house! He was eating moon cakes, but when he woke up, he got home, and he had such a dream.

He's never had a nightmare since he'd been in this world for five years, and everything last night was weird.

He sank his entire body into the barrel and let the cool, cold water flood his whole body, and only then would he feel that he was regaining his composure.

After soaking in cold water for an hour, Bai Heming left the barrel, dried himself, got dressed, and walked out.

In the hall, Xiao Cui had already set up breakfast, and Bai Heming smiled slightly and walked over.

"Cui'er, how did I get back last night? ”

"It was the head of the family who came back with you, so that you woke up today and went to find him!" Xiaocui sat down and said.

"Hmm!" Bai Heming nodded, and went directly to Bai Qujiang after eating.

"Father!" Bai Heming and Bai Qujiang sat opposite each other in the hall, and on the jade table between the two, there was a tea set.

Bai Qujiang took a sip of tea slightly, said a little in his heart, and looked at Bai Heming, "Heming, tell your father, what happened to you last night, why did you fall unconscious at the door of the trading house!"

Bai Heming was shocked, even Bai Qujiang didn't know what was going on, "Father, the child doesn't know much, I just know that I seem to be eating moon cakes at the time!"

"Moon Cakes?" Bai Qujiang was puzzled, but looking at Bai Heming's appearance didn't seem to be lying at all, besides, his son knew it. It is impossible to deceive him in this matter.

"Yes, the moon cakes are made by the aunt I used to eat often!" As he spoke, Bai Heming's heart trembled, could it be that the aunt did it?

Bai Qujiang looked at Bai Heming strangely, "Heming, that aunt near the commercial bank, after you left yesterday afternoon, she disappeared, not only he was missing, but hundreds of families near the commercial bank were missing." ”

"Even the trading house, after you left, was burned by a fire!"

"Impossible!" Hearing this, Bai Heming suddenly stood up and said, "Last night, I obviously saw that the trading house was intact, and my aunt was also selling moon cakes there, and I also heard the shouts of nearby merchants......"

Halfway through speaking, Bai Heming suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

"Heming, did you remember something!" Bai Qujiang was shocked when he suddenly heard his son's words, and he could tell that Bai Heming was not lying.

However, the burning down of the trading house and the disappearance of nearby merchants all happened yesterday afternoon!

Seeing Bai Heming's appearance at this moment, he hurriedly asked if his son had found something.

Bai Heming looked at Bai Qujiang and said, "Father, will that ghost manipulate illusions?" ”

"You mean......" Bai Qujiang's face changed, and Bai Heming nodded, "I guess last night's weird incident was caused by ghosts." ”

Bai Qujiang shook his head, "It's not a ghost, it should be other ghosts!"

"Anything else?" Bai Heming said in surprise.

"Yes, according to the secret letter revealed by your eldest brother, the demons, the faceless clan, the ghost clan, and the phantom clan are collectively known as the four major families of the ghost clan, and ghosts are only the basis of them, just as mortals are the foundation of the tattoo cultivator. ”

"Combined with the situation you encountered last night, it has to do with the Facelings, the Phantom Clan's abilities. ”

"Facelings, good at manipulating dreams, making people fall into a deep sleep unconsciously, planting dream seeds in dreams, constructing dreams, making people unable to distinguish between reality and dreams, and can also appear in your dreams at any time in the future, devouring your soul!"

"Phantom Clan, who are good at manipulating illusions, make people fall into the illusion they create. ”

When the words fell, Bai Qujiang's voice was full of depression, "Is it really heaven that wants to destroy my Bai family?"

Hearing the Facelings, Bai Heming knew what was weird last night, what was the ghost.

As for why the Facelings were looking for him, he blamed it all on Luo Biao's revenge.

Seeing his father's depressed appearance, Bai Heming was afraid that he would be worried, so he didn't say anything, but comforted: "Father, don't worry, the Bai family won't die, besides, didn't I invite a master back?"

Hearing this, Bai Qujiang was slightly shocked, and suddenly remembered the spirit swallowing monk.

This worry forgot about the monk, looked at Bai Heming, and didn't know what to say for a while.