unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 40 Dream

Song Yu immediately took action, and the bones rolled over like a stream.

The three people were quickly swallowed up by the bones, and they were unable to resist.

The ground began to collapse, cracks appeared in the night sky, and the dream was shattered.

Song Yu woke up suddenly as if he had fallen from a cliff. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was still in the house.

It was indeed a dream.

"woke up?"

Gu Beiqi's left eye has been wrapped with something, turning him into a one-eyed dragon.

Although he was not dead, his injuries healed very slowly.

"When did I fall asleep?" Song Yu asked.

"When Daozang blocked you and He Shen, you two suddenly fell asleep, but He Shen hadn't woken up yet."

Gu Beiqi frowned. It was not suitable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave immediately.

If you stay here, you may fall asleep at any time and fall into a dream.

And the number of spirits far exceeded his expectations.

Song Yu glanced at the sleeping He Shen, stepped forward and slapped him.

"Wake up?"

The sound of this slap was clear and loud, and everyone who heard it felt pain. A relief of Five Finger Mountains immediately appeared on He Shen's face.

"It seems that waking up forcibly is useless." Song Yu shook his hand.

Gu Beiqi looked at the slap mark on He Shen's face and suspected that Song Yu was seeking revenge.

Song Yu seemed to know what he was thinking: "Don't use your villainous heart to measure my belly."

Gu Beiqi said quickly: "It is a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's heart. Let's leave now."

He carried He Shen on his back and asked Daozang to carry Peng Ying. He also specifically told Daozang that this was their living map and could not be eaten.

Daozang said Amitabha, but he didn't know whether he agreed or not.

Anyway, there are ten thousand interpretations of the four words "Amitabha", and the right of interpretation belongs to the monk himself.

When I opened the door, it started to get dark.

There is a thin layer of mist, falling gently on everyone like a gauze. Soon, the sun will break through the clouds, dissipate the mist, and usher in real light.

The mountain peaks rise and fall in the morning mist, as if they are islands out of the sea. They are intertwined and very majestic.

Gu Beiqi was in a dilemma.

Zhijin Cave is located on the south bank of the Wujin Mountain and on the south bank of the Chong River, but they don’t know which of these large and small mountains Wujin Mountain is.

Without Peng Ying to lead the way, they would easily get lost in the mountains.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded towards the south: "Let's talk after we leave here."

"Daozang, you clear the way ahead. Don't take the roads that have been opened up. Those are all going to the Miao Village."

A black shadow stood out from behind Daozang. The black figure stood tall and elongated in the morning mist, walking in front.

Song Yu followed with a heavy heart.

Uneasiness occupied her thoughts.

The fog in the mountains was even thicker, almost to the point where it was difficult to identify the vegetation, and I could only vaguely see the figures in front of me.

The mountain road was rugged, mixed with dew, mist, and mud. Song Yuren was small and thin, so he was easily overwhelmed by thorns.

She had a hard time leaving.

And she was still hungry.

Thirsty and hungry.

She was used to not eating, but she couldn't hold back her thirst.

There was smoke in the throat, and it was difficult to swallow even the saliva. A slight swallowing movement was like a knife being scraped from the throat.

The dewdrops rolled down from the grass blades, which were so crystal clear that you couldn't help but want to take a sip.

The banana flowers are red and purple, and the stamens are also full of dew.

tempting.

Song Yu felt a longing from the bottom of his heart, wanting to take a sip.

This strong desire squeezed out all the uneasiness and tension in her heart, and her mind was buzzing, leaving only this thought.

Gu Beiqi was as thirsty as she was, so he picked a bright red banana flower and took a few sips from the stem.

"Want to drink?" He handed one to Song Yuduo.

Song Yu shook his head.

Can't drink.

We are not out of danger yet, every plant and tree here may have hidden murderous intent.

The more times this happens, the more we cannot take it lightly.

"Old Su, you enjoy the good food and drink at home, but do you know that your sisters are dying of thirst?"

While muttering in her mind, she moved her tongue as hard as she could, trying to brew up more saliva to wet her throat.

Gu Beiqi was probably an immortal and didn't care about eating and drinking in the mountains. He was holding the God of Congratulations in one hand and looking for dew to drink with the other.

This scene made Song Yu so excited that he could no longer walk.

Just two steps too slow, the person in front was already out of sight.

Not only did the fog not dissipate, but it became even thicker.

And no one noticed that Song Yu had fallen behind. They were still moving forward, not knowing where they were going.

An extremely strange feeling enveloped Song Yu's heart.

She seemed to melt, to become part of this thick fog, and to be buried here forever.

The bones kept making sounds and covered her body, but visible to the naked eye, the bones were originally clear water, but now there was a layer of tiny water droplets on it.

It seemed as if the bones were about to merge with the mist.

What is going on, and how many spirits are there!
Song Yu's heart was pounding and his teeth were chattering. He never thought that there would be a time when he could not even endure the transformation into bones.

Once the bones merged with the thick fog, she would be the next to suffer.

Damn, she's still young and doesn't want to die.

Old Su!

Help!
Su Mian couldn't hear the roar in her heart, no one knew where it was.

With cold sweat dripping down his face, Song Yu tried to use the dew as a medium to turn the bones around, looking for the hidden spirit everywhere.

The bones were scattered everywhere and climbed up the branches of flowers, but nothing was found.

"Huh? Why are the flowers still there?"

Song Yu looked at the banana flower that was clinging to the bones, and his heart skipped a beat again.

The transformed bone can corrupt all living things, and the same goes for flowers. She cannot control the transformed bone from swallowing the flower branches.

But the huge red flower is still standing there.

fake!

Song Yu reacted quickly and put the transformed bone back into his body.

Everything is fake.

It's still a dream.

The spirit wants to blend her into this dream.

Even the feeling of thirst was fake. If she had drank the dew, it would probably have disappeared long ago.

Once you realize this is a dream, the dream begins to unravel.

The ground collapsed and the mountain collapsed, and she woke up again.

The room was still the same as before. Gu Beiqi looked at her: "Are you awake?"

He Shen and Peng Ying were still sleeping.

Unless they realize they are in a dream, no one can help them get out.

But Song Yu had a slight hesitation.

This is in a dream?
Or has it returned to reality?
"died."

Daozang suddenly spoke.

"What's dead?" Gu Beiqi turned to Daozang.

"Peng Ying is dead." Daozang looked over with burning eyes.

His soul was so hungry that he couldn't hold it back and wanted to devour this newly deceased person.

Daozang also recited the scriptures.

"If I were to live in the world and all the voice-hearers had sufficient morality, sufficient equanimity, sufficient hearing, sufficient concentration, sufficient wisdom, sufficient liberation, and sufficient knowledge and view of liberation, my true Dharma would be blazing in the world."

As soon as the scriptures came out, Ling immediately rushed over like a joy.

Song Yu looked at this situation and felt that the spirit was like a picky dog ​​waiting for food, and the sound of Daozang chanting sutras was like the bell ringing for dinner.

As soon as the scriptures are uttered, the spirit's mouth begins to overflow and its feast begins.

It's not a dream, because even if Song Yu grows ten more heads, he still won't be able to recite sutras.

(End of this chapter)