It was already late at night, but Zhang Fan was lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, not that Zhang Fan didn't want to sleep, but that Zhang Fan didn't dare to sleep.

In the past few nights, whenever Zhang Fan falls asleep, he will dream of all kinds of strange things, and a mysterious voice constantly echoes in his head, making it difficult to sleep.

For this reason, Zhang Fan also went to sleep with Wang Hao, but the situation was still the same, and he still had all kinds of dreams every night, and there was no change in the slightest.

Rubbing his red and swollen eyes, Zhang Fan understood that if he didn't sleep again, he might turn into dark circles.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes, tried to calm his mind, and slowly fell asleep again.

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War drums beat in the sky, and a boy in blood-colored armor stood in the air, this man was armed with a large axe, and behind this man was an endless crowd of people and chariots, they were all armed with weapons, just like this man.

And in the sky opposite this man, there is also a dense army, at the junction of the two armies, the two armies are fiercely tearing apart, and Zhang Fan is like an outsider, watching the battle between the two sides.

But these battles are not the same as the battles that Zhang Fan imagined, not only the monks flying in the sky, but also some strange weapons that breathe fire and glow, and from time to time there will be some lightning and thunder.

Zhang Fan watched the battle between the two sides with such curiosity, and he didn't know how long it took, a soldier on the chariot seemed to have discovered Zhang Fan's existence, and immediately flew towards Zhang Fan, holding a sword and stabbing Zhang Fan in the chest.

Looking at the soldiers flying towards him with a sword in hand, Zhang Fan wanted to run but couldn't, his whole body seemed to be imprisoned by a strong force and couldn't move.

Before he had time to think about it, Zhang Fan was stabbed through by a sword, and a huge pain spread all over Zhang Fan's body in an instant.

A large amount of blood poured out of his body, and Zhang Fan was both frightened and afraid, only to feel that his thinking was confused.

At the moment when Zhang Fan's consciousness was about to disappear, a huge bag suddenly appeared in the sky, the mouth of the bag was a thousand zhang in size, and the bag emitted endless suction.

Countless armies were sucked into it like a torrent, and under the effect of the cloth bag, Zhang Fan felt like an abyss tearing at himself, and he flew into it involuntarily.

The picture changed again, in the cloth bag, there were cages, and a huge prison appeared in front of him, and he was thrown into the prison.

The prison was full of headless corpse demons, fangs and claws, coming towards him, Zhang Fan couldn't hold back any longer, shouted, and woke up.

Zhang Fan was lying on the bed, with a loud 'ah', and his body stood up suddenly.

Opening his eyes, Zhang Fan glanced around, except for Da Niu and Wang Hao's calm breathing, except for the moonlight shining in from the window, the whole room was quiet, and there was nothing.

Zhang Fan touched his heart, his chest was intact, and there was no bloody scene.

Wiping the cold sweat on his face, Zhang Fan gasped heavily, pulled the quilt, and Zhang Fan lay down again.

Now Zhang Fan didn't dare to sleep anymore, when he thought of that terrible dream, Zhang Fan shivered in his heart, this is not the first time Zhang Fan has had such a nightmare, but every time he falls asleep, Zhang Fan involuntarily enters such a dream.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and pulled down the pillow, wanting to retract his head into the quilt, but he touched the cloth bag placed under the pillow, and Zhang Fan pulled it out.

pinched the cloth bag, Zhang Fan seemed to feel that the cloth bag seemed to be seen somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, Zhang Fan's heart suddenly flashed, isn't this the cloth bag that often appears in his dreams, but the size has shrunk.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan lifted the quilt again and threw the cloth bag in his hand hard, the cloth bag snapped, hit the window, and then fell to the ground again.

Yes, this must be something left by a dead man, I moved his taboo, so he will come to pester me these few nights, thinking of the nightmares he has had these nights, Zhang Fan thought in his heart.

Zhang Fan wanted to throw it out of the window directly, but because he had a nightmare just now, and it was night, he was a little scared, so he held back and planned to do it again tomorrow morning.

Just put his head into the quilt, Zhang Fan poked his head out again and glanced at the place where the cloth bag fell.

The cloth bag that had fallen to the ground before, under the light of the moonlight outside the window, was now floating towards itself like a ghost, and in the dark night, this scene was as terrifying as it could be.

The cloth bag flew in front of Zhang Fan and stopped, just suspended quietly in front of him.

Looking at the cloth bag floating quietly in front of him, Zhang Fan finally became scared, and just wanted to open his mouth to shout Da Niu and Wang Hao, but found that this cloth bag emitted a yellow light, forming a light curtain and enveloping himself.

This kind of light curtain is exactly the same as the light curtain in Master Wang's house, remembering the terrifying scene where he was bounced away by the light curtain in Master Wang's house last time, Zhang Fan's heart was half cold.

"I'm afraid it won't do much to wake them up." Zhang Fan thought with some fear in his heart.

The strange thing is that the yellow light emitted by this cloth bag seems to be different from the last time I encountered it in Master Wang's house, and there is no change after enveloping Zhang Fan like this, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and touched it gently, and there was no scene such as a catapult explosion.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand back, calmed down his mind, forcibly raised his courage, and said as if warning to the cloth bag in front of him.

"If you don't leave, I'll be rude to you"!

Having said that, Zhang Fan himself could hear his own weakness, looking at the motionless cloth bag, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered the method of exorcism and evil spirits that those old people often said in the village.

Zhang Fan endured the pain, bit his middle finger and drew a Tai Chi in the palm of his hand, and printed it on the cloth bag, which is what those old people often say about the art of suppressing evil spirits.

When Zhang Fan's palm touched the cloth bag, all the blood on Zhang Fan's palm was like a blood line, and it was sucked by the cloth bag.

Immediately afterward, the cloth bag began to disappear into the air inch by inch, and in the end, the cloth bag disappeared completely, and the yellow light was gone.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this method to really work, looking at the bleeding fingers, Zhang Fan came back to his senses and found a hemp wiring to wrap it.

After being sure that the cloth bag had disappeared, Zhang Fan put the quilt back on.

In the darkness, an intermittent voice rang out.

"Yi... Style... Take effect...... Heaven and earth... Bag... Confess the Lord... Done..."

After saying this, the voice seemed to use all its strength, and completely disappeared when it said this.

In the darkness of the night, no one heard the sound except for a few snoring.

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