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At 5: 00 p.m., Shuhang said goodbye to the pharmacist and returned to University City.

On the way, I received a short message from Yangde that the results of the 5,000 metre race of the Games had come out, and that Book Sailing's results had undoubtedly won the championship. Because of his absence, Ko was excited to receive the award in lieu of Book Sailing. By the way, ask him if he's back from the pharmacy, do you want to have dinner with everyone?

“Speaking of which, after the games, I still owe Yang De a ten-flavoured fish head. Thanks to his intelligence, the altar master would most likely have escaped.” Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

“Besides, it's time to sign up for a car. And... should I go to a chat software member so that the upgrade on the game farm will be faster? ”

Game Farm, an old game he hasn't played in a long time, and now he's just in the mood to go up and check it out every time he talks about software. Left there in no mood to die.

But now... so many of the older seniors in the Jiuzhou 1 group are playing this game, Song Shuhang had to reconsider picking up this game. Perhaps one day, one of the seniors in the group will give himself an unexpected benefit if he is in a great mood for stealing from his own home?

This is unlikely, but not unlikely. Anyway, it's a game farm. It doesn't take much time! If you get a little benefit, you get bigger.

“There's a lot to be done.” Book sailing opened the text message reply interface and replied to the Yangde text message: “I've returned, where are you? I'll be right there! ”

Then he ran all the way back to college town.

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After eating with their roommates, the four of them had no other shows today, and only went back to the dormitory to play games.

Too many things happened today, it was the morning sports games running again, a thousand miles to find the altar master, then took the head of the altar master along the way, Zhao Yaya dragged him to the hospital for a medical examination, and then there was another clutter.

So even if we get Qi Blood Dan, Song Shuhang doesn't have the energy to try. After playing a few games with his roommate, he crawled to bed early.

He's a little tired.

Before going to bed, Book Sailing brings together the final spirit and stretches the door to mental vigilance, putting itself in an extremely acute state.

Soon... he went to Dreamland.

In the first half of the night, Book Sailing slept sweetly.

In the second half of the night, he had an interesting dream.

In the dream, Song Shuhang returned to Huaxia Ancient... not knowing exactly what era. He can only see it in the costumes of the people on the edge and in the buildings of all kinds.

Then, his identity was the son of the coffin shop owner. Perhaps it was the coffin he was facing all day, and the young man in his dreams always looked dead.

What kind of weird dreams are these? Dark puke slot in the heart of Book Sailing. Said I had dreams day and night, but I didn't even think about them during the day, did I?

In the dream, a year later, when he was five or six years old, one day, a Taoist with fairy wind bones passed by this small village and saw his qualifications at first sight, to take him as an apprentice.

Nor did he fail to live up to all expectations, and he was easily turned into a disciple by the Taoist priest. I wonder what kind of heartache his coffin-selling father would be?

After several years of training with the old Taoist, he learned that his teacher was a scattered cultivator and was accidentally trained by a part of the Taoist Path called 'Ghost Exorcist'. But Taoism was incomplete and crippled, and at best he could barely enter the realm of second-class.

Years later… the old Taoist was cut off.

Because they were ‘evil ghost repairs', they often made some grudges or something, so they were chopped up and didn't even find the body.

In his dreams, he had to become self-reliant.

The death of the old Taoist gave him a great deal of twitching, and he began to be cautious, and the more powerful he was, the less he had the guts.

The next experience of his life is roughly that of the protagonists of evil novels. To be able to go further in the realm, he has exhausted all means to cultivate all kinds of evil ghosts, evil ghosts, and find hollow places to cultivate ghosts.

His biggest goal is to find a spiritual ghost and take advantage of the special powers of the spiritual ghost to take his boundaries to the next level!

During that time, he did everything necessary to cultivate the consumption of ghosts. Now, for example, he's a major exorcist and a part-time killer organisation hawker.

Then one day, when he was hunting for treasure, he accidentally discovered a wonderful place to cultivate ghosts - a place called the Ghost Light Temple. More importantly, there was a ghost in the Ghost Light Temple. He was so happy!

Is this not a dream?] Song Shuhang immediately came to realize that from the moment the ghost lamp temple appeared, he understood. Is this the memory of the altar master?

Ghost Light Temple, Loxin Neighborhood! Is the ghost repair 'he’ in the dream the altar master? For Mao himself would dream of the altar master? Song Shuhang was confused.

The dream continued, and the dream ‘he’ was overwhelmingly disappointed after a visit to the Ghost Light Temple.

Because ‘he' was a step late, the Ghost Light Temple had long been bought and a sealed formation had been set up. At first glance, the seal was given by the tall man. ‘He’ did not dare to destroy it, feared that he would inadvertently lead the tall man, and was slaughtered by revenge.

But how could he not be moved with such a place of ghost raising and spiritual ghosts in front of him?

Spirit ghost, this is a spirit ghost!

You can't get out, but you can use someone else's hand to find a replacement for the ghost. The magic of trapping spiritual ghosts is exquisite, but all you have to do is find an eye and you can break it!

And by borrowing someone's hand to break the line, even if the tall man does show up afterwards, he will only spill his anger on the scapegoat!

Therefore, ‘he’ was transformed into a Fengshui photographer. Huang Dagen, the original owner of the Ghost Light Temple, guided hundreds of ways to encourage him to push down the Ghost Light Temple and build it into a graveyard.

Huang Da had such thoughts in his heart, coupled with some inspiration, he couldn't help but be moved. As soon as the two were beaten, Huang Dagen pushed the ghost lamp temple the following year and built a large cemetery for himself.

The Ghost Light Temple was destroyed and the cemetery was built.

At the point of ‘he', a fake feng shui photographer, Huang Dagen himself carried his tombstone to the graveyard and stood on a designated 'feng shui treasure land' - that is, an eye that ‘he’ had painfully searched for in his dream.

The tombstone was erected and the first layer of sealed formation set by the mysterious High Man was destroyed. The ghosts in the Ghost Lamp Temple roared and drained Huang Dagen's blood.

Huang Daroot, who was drained of blood, did not die instantly, but felt a little weak. He went home sick and died seven days later.

And the spirit did not leave when he drained Huang Daroot, but returned to his original position.

This delighted ‘he'. Although ‘he’ has placed a sealed junction method on the outskirts of the ghost lamp temple, the materials for the junction method are expensive and provincial. The impact of the junction formation method can cause material loss, and the spiritual ghost did not impact the junction to save him a lot of material.

After the breakdown of the formation set by the High Man, ‘he’ wasn't in a hurry to take down the Voldemort.

He was worried that the tall man might be on his way.

Second, the spiritual ghost is not yet mature and needs to be cultivated in the blessed land for a while.

Next thing you know, everyone in Losin neighborhood knows. Huang Dagen's family cried all the way to bury Huang Dagen's body in the grave.

This behavior provoked the ghost again!

While Huang Dagen's family was crying in the grave, Linghu came out for a walk and sucked most of their qi and blood. After Huang Dagen's family returned, he began to get sick before and after.

A year later, the whole family was buried in the tomb.

Perhaps, after so much breath and blood, the ghost is temporarily full. Those who later buried Huang Dagen's family escaped a robbery.

Over the next few years, the dream ‘he' lived in the Loxin neighborhood, guarding the tomb of Huang Dagen and watching the spiritual ghost grow every day.

Song Shuhang was confused when he dreamed about it. If you broke the line, why didn't the altar master take the spiritual spirit when it finally matured?

And then what happened?