Looking at the flattering smiling face of the silver-headed ghost king, the biological mother-in-law did not appreciate it, but said coldly: "Seeing me like this, you won't have the same idea as the golden-headed ghost king, right?" At this time, the situation of the biological mother-in-law was almost extremely bad, and it seemed that even if there was a child, she could easily kill her.

The silver-headed ghost king hurriedly said, "Then how dare I? I'm not a golden head, and I still want to stay here." ”

"In that case, I won't talk nonsense with you. I need a quiet place now. This body can't hold my soul anymore. The mother-in-law interrupted the silver-headed ghost king's words.

The silver-headed ghost king didn't complain, and said more and more humbly: "Mother-in-law, the golden head and I have already covered all of this Wind Chopping Pavilion, and outsiders can't break the ban here at all. I'll take you to a secluded room. ”

Subsequently, the silver-headed ghost king sent the inactive mother-in-law and the unconscious Chen Feng to a quiet room.

When moving Chen Feng, the silver-headed ghost king stared at Chen Feng's Qiankun cloth bag for a long time, but under the gaze of his mother-in-law, he didn't dare to make a move.

"I can't move my hands and feet now, and I need you to help me. ”

"Okay, mother-in-law. ”

"Now put this kid aside. After the mother-in-law finished speaking, she took out a small black bottle and handed it to the silver-headed ghost king, "Let him drink these." After a while, he won't wake up. ”

"Okay. The silver-headed ghost king then poured the unknown liquid in the bottle into Chen Feng's mouth.

After saying this, the mother-in-law reluctantly took out a piece of black cloth and threw it into the air, and a large cloud of black gas came out, surrounding the room tightly.

After a few days, the black air that enveloped the ashram finally dissipated completely. A few days later, the day of the golden-headed ghost king and the silver-headed ghost king chartering the venue arrived, and another ghost came to the Wind Chopping Pavilion, but it was found that there were no ghosts inside, naturally, and there was no one. Even the ashram was empty, as if no one had ever been here.

However, after a period of time, the ghosts of the Ancient Drunken Capital Kingdom discovered a strange thing, that is, the golden-headed ghost king and the silver-headed ghost king disappeared at the same time. Their demons searched for a long time, but they found no trace of them. As if they never existed here. So some ghosts speculated that they must have found some way to reincarnate.

After all the opinions were discussed, the matter gradually fell silent. The disappearance of these two rivals allowed the power of the ancient capital to be reshuffled. A new battle for power has started again, but it has nothing to do with the Golden-Headed Ghost King and the Silver-Headed Ghost King, and it has nothing to do with Chen Feng at all.

For Chen Feng, none of this is important, the important thing is that he has finally come out of the dream.

Yes, he pretended to be unconscious in his dream, but he had to be poured a mysterious liquid by the Silverhead Ghost King. At the critical moment when her mother-in-law wanted to take possession of her body, Chen Feng suddenly made a move.

The mother-in-law's spell was interrupted. It was fatal to her. She didn't expect that Chen Feng would wake up in this situation. If she knew that Chen Feng was very resistant to toxins, and even had the ability to resist curses that Chen Feng himself didn't know, she wouldn't simply think that Chen Feng had really fainted.

The Silver-Headed Ghost King wanted to run away again, but his speed slowed down and he disappeared directly under Chen Feng's flames. The fireball formed by the fusion of blue, red and purple flames directly incinerated him into the air.

The Silver-Headed Ghost King must have found out that he was wrong again before he disappeared. Here, Granny Nativity is not the only one who can make these ghosts disappear.

It's just that Chen Feng interrupted his mother-in-law's technique, but he let himself have some problems.

Chen Feng felt that he had suddenly aged.

His hair had become dull and yellow, and in some cases grayish-white, his strong muscles had begun to atrophy, and wrinkles had appeared on his smooth skin. I don't know why, all the vitality in his body was suppressed, as if all the dead energy in his mother-in-law had been transferred to him.

If it was in the past, Chen Feng would not have worried about these at all. With the heavens, stars, and moon beads, no matter how much dead qi there is, it will be absorbed.

But recently, the heavens, stars, and moon beads have only occasionally reacted slightly, but there has been no major movement. Regarding the dead qi that appeared in Chen Feng's body, it was indifferent.

Chen Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This time, he was finally able to experience the vicissitudes of time as a young man. The short dream seemed to have him experienced a lifetime. Morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk, it turns out to be so fast.

On weekdays, time can be compared to air, which cannot be seen or touched, but it can make people feel its existence at any time, but it also tends to make people ignore its existence. It is often when a person is close to death and has difficulty breathing that he deeply touches the reality of time and sighs for the years that have been wasted.

"Between the world and the earth, if the white horse passes through the gap, it is all of a sudden. "People often refer to the shadow of the sun as a white horse, meaning that life is as short as the shadow of the sun moves through the cracks in the wall. Throughout the ages, there have been many sighs about time, such as "the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night", "when the wine is a song, the geometry of life, such as the morning dew, the days are bitter".

Chen Feng has been in the secret realm for more than a year, and his cultivation has reached the five-star secret master, which is a flying speed. But for more than a year, he was physically and mentally exhausted. In the red dust of the world, fame and fortune are floating, and they work hard. The complicated and trivial matters in the secret world involve the energy of the secret one. Mortals still have the opportunity to steal half a day's leisure, and for the secret one, it is a dream. Many secret practitioners are cultivating desperately, as if they will be pulled down by others after a day off.

Humans are creatures that like to remember, and at the same time they like to imagine the future. Especially when feeling things and thinking about people, the spirit can often put on wings and indulge in reverie through the limitations of time and space. As a result, it's not uncommon to hear people talking about what will happen to them in 10, 20, or even decades. Once this idea is touched, people will immediately realize that many years later, they should be middle-aged or even old people with vicissitudes of life, and then they will be completely out of touch with the word "young". In the future, my parents will be gray-haired old people, and I don't know if my health can be as desired, but my children are in the prime of youth, but can the long road of life go smoothly?

When you think of this, most people's hearts can't help but feel melancholy. Life is full of uncertainties, and no one can predict what the future holds.

At night, Chen Feng's weak body staggered to the front of the hut, looking at the sky without stars and moons, he sighed: "It turns out that in the vast and boundless universe, although time and space are boundless, what belongs to me is only a little more than a year. ”

(End of chapter)