When he returned to the hospital, he couldn't sleep at all while lying on the bed, and the pain in the wound was as if someone was constantly poking him with a needle, making him toss and turn.

In a half-dream, half-awake, he once again entered the Tibetan space.

It is still Huangquan Terrace and Senluo Temple, but more handwriting appears in the mirror on the square.

The content of the Song of the Black Moon mainly tells and praises the achievements and past of a victorious general.

Through the lines, you can even see the back she left behind, her proud posture, and her eternal fighting spirit under the battle flag......

The black moon shines, never reincarnated, conquers the ghost land, and the hundred halls turn to ashes......

Huangquantai and Senluo Hall give people the feeling that they are a little mechanical, but they have a calm and strong taste.

Think about it, if you are not tenacious enough, how can you get out of the ghost domain and retain such a true spirit mark.

The information transmitted from the Huangquan Terrace and the Senluo Hall was a bit chaotic, which roughly meant that the Ghost Domain was divided into several parts, among which the Senluo Prison guarded several passages leading to the human world.

There are hundreds of clans in the ghost domain, and the conquest is endless, and the establishment of Senluo Prison in it depends on the ability to harden it.

This place is a Xiongcheng established by the sister and brother surnamed Jiang, who once stationed millions of soldiers to sweep the ghost domain, but because the soldiers were too strong, they were jealous of the heavenly court, and the army sent by the heavenly court was beaten into a pig's head in several battles with Senluo Prison;

The elder sister insisted on sending troops when she was provoked, and she had a split with her younger brother, which also greatly reduced the strength of Senluo Prison.

This is deliberate, and if the older sister cannot sacrifice herself, the younger brother will be harmed.

By the time my younger brother learned the truth, he had already regretted it.

The back of the brave forward, the decisive assault that rushed towards the heavenly court, never looked back.

The legend left by my sister made the song of the black moon for my remorseful brother, not only as a way of cultivation, but also as a way to praise and praise my sister's courage and reverence.

The deep consciousness and the special rhythm of the breath with the sound of chanting are the breathing method, which is the basis of the practice.

The ghost also appeared in an illusory figure, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth in the moonlight, and infusing it into the body illuminated by the moonlight.

The moonlight gathered in the window, and the silver rays of light penetrated into every corner of his body as if they were real things.

If you can untie the gauze, you will find that the flesh and blood at the wound are gradually sealed and converged under the moisture of this moonlight.

After the moonlight subsided, this strange breathing gradually stopped, and Zhang Yingchun was awakened by urine.

After walking to the toilet in a daze and opening the gate to release water, I felt a particularly pungent smell, which was the fishy smell of the waste excreted in the body gathered together.

The tense body relaxed, the pain of the wound was reduced a lot, and even the body seemed to be strong and light.

Seeing that the time was only two o'clock in the morning, I couldn't sleep while lying in bed.

The night in the hospital was not peaceful, and in the next room, there was an old man, and the sound of coughing was comparable to thunder.

The wound in my stomach didn't seem to hurt so much, so I took a cigarette and went to the elevator.

The elevator room has always been a place where smokers gather, and no one came to enjoy it in the middle of the night, and the empty place was only Zhang Yingchun himself.

When he was swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, the elevator door opened strangely, and inside was a blue trace, which was a human figure.

Seeing Zhang Yingchun's mouth growing, this humanoid light cluster converged and changed into a doctor in a white coat.

Male, in his thirties, with a mustache on his upper lip and glasses on his flat head.

Wearing a white coat, the body moves left and right in the elevator room.

The purpose of the illusory shadow in the white coat is to confirm whether the man sitting on the chair can really see himself.

I've been wandering here for some years, and it's disgusting to see my body covered with a white cloth when I see the enemy who pushed me and pretend to be sad.

He was supposed to be promoted to director, but he was given a seat to this person who had harmed him, his relatives were driven away with a smiling face, and the woman he liked secretly shed tears but pretended to be strong, all of which became a source of anger, I want revenge, I want revenge......

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, his existence seems to be like a puff of air, and it has nothing to do with anyone.

The phantom in the white coat was excited to see that the man in the chair followed his movement and moved his vision, and that kind of surprise and confusion was the best proof of this.

Can see, really can see.

The illusory figure came out of the elevator, opened his mouth excitedly, and suddenly pounced on Zhang Yingchun's body, and then ......

No more, he was drawn to a mysterious place by a mysterious and irresistible force, and imprisoned on a pillar.

Zhang Yingchun could feel the Huangquantai and Senluo Hall inside his body, and urgently pulled the figure in the white coat in, as if the drunkard had caught the head of the second pot, the vulture saw the corpse, and the fly saw the fishy smell.

The ruined stone pillars of the Senluo Hall suddenly shone brightly, and the information of this figure appeared in Zhang Yingchun's mind: Zuo Tang, a surgeon, a young man from a poor family, relied on the connections of his relatives working in a pharmaceutical company, and entered this hospital and became the youngest surgeon, because he was pushed down the steps in the stairwell, and broke his neck when he rolled down, and died tragically.

I don't know what the road is, but on the body of the ghost, a strange symbol appeared: precision.

The ghosts that are extracted to the Senluo Hall will be stripped of their most powerful skills. The information that came from inside the Senluo Hall made Zhang Yingchun extremely happy.

What he didn't know was that this was all due to the fact that the strength of Huangquantai and Senluo Hall had lost too much, and at this stage, it was simply like swallowing dates, looking for any opportunity to replenish his consumption.

This is the ghost?

Yingchun swallowed his saliva, remembering the phantom just now, but no, only ghosts can be so illusory.

The symbols on the ghost's body, similar to skills, become the spell effect that is used as long as the mind moves, and it can last for one minute after use, with a cooldown of ten minutes.

Whew! That's just ...... I don't know what to say!

The message transmitted by the Senluo Hall said: As long as you cultivate enough in the future, you can capture evil ghosts from the ghost domain, surrender and become your own soldiers, and even enter the Senluo Prison through the mirror of Huangquantai to sweep through the hundred cities, and rebuild the prestige of the Senluo Prison back then......

It's too far away, Zhang Yingchun didn't take the chatter between Huangquantai and Senluo Store to heart at all, which is not realistic at all.

There are hundreds of clans in the ghost domain, the area is vast, and there are dangerous ghost clans everywhere.

Besides, now that Huangquantai and Senluo Hall are so dilapidated, they don't have the strength to open the passage at all, so it's useless to say anything.

(Today's weekend, strive to write more, ask for collections, and recommend.)