The Dream Master

The things in his hand were half a damp rattan and a mass of damp soil, with a few inches of green oily grass hanging on it.

"How is this going?"

Shen Luo hurriedly threw away what was in his hand, and after a quick glance around, the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly.

He was not on the bed in his own cabin at the moment, but was sitting on a deserted muddy ground.

Shen Luo looked up ugly and looked around.

Only then did he discover that there were weeds growing on both sides of the place where he was lying, and the sound of insects cried one after another. It was vaguely visible that it was a muddy path that could only be passed by one person, and he did not know where to lead.A little farther away, there is a faint mist, making the line of sight even more obstructed, making it hard to see anything.

Shen Luo patted his cheek fiercely with both palms, and a hot pain came, telling him that he was not dreaming at the moment.

"What's the matter? I clearly slept in the house, so why did I suddenly come to such a place? Could it be that someone was silently hijacked out of Chunqiu View?"

Thinking of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked the clothes on his lower body, raised his sleeves, and took a closer look at the Spring and Autumn View mark on the sleeves.After moving his hands and feet a bit, my heart was slightly relaxed.

He vaguely remembered that because he was too tired yesterday, he slept with his clothes. Now his clothes have not changed, and his body is normal.

Shen Luo's heart was full of surprises, but he knew that the top priority now was to figure out where he was now.

He forced himself to calm down and looked around again.

There was a chill in the air nearby. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as late autumn. It made him feel that his clothes were obviously thinner, and he must tighten the lapels of his robe.

Shen Luo suddenly remembered something and suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The sky was like an endless black screen, only a lonely moon hung in the air like a round of crooked teeth, casting a little light that was not very bright, and it was obviously still night.

At this time, the whining sound of the wind came from a distance, like a ghost crying, but it blows away a lot of the nearby fog, so that he can finally see a little fuzzy scenery.

After taking a deep breath, he walked slowly and carefully along the path.

Soon after, patches of flat land began to appear on both sides of the road, and rows of crops were planted in some places, which seemed to be fields.

The soil on the fields where there are no crops is fluffy, and it should have been tilled in daylight.

Seeing this situation, Shen Luo's mood relaxed a little.

Since there is a field and there are signs of people living, he shouldn't be in any danger. Although he doesn't know how he came here for no reason, he doesn't have time to study it.

He speeded up a few minutes and continued to walk forward along this country road.

...

The night fog gradually thins, and the distant scenery gradually comes into view.

A few sparse houses built on the hillside, as well as some scattered lights, looked a little blurry.

Shen Luo was overjoyed when he saw this.

Just go to the house over there and you should be able to figure out where you are.

With this thought in his mind, he only felt that the distant lights seemed to bring some warmth to him, and his pace was a little faster.

Not long after, he was less than a hundred feet away from where the lights came from.

It really is a small mountain village, the village is not big, just like a dozen households.

It's just that the night is late, and the village is silent everywhere, it looks dark, only a family in the middle of the village shows a little light.

Shen Luo walked along the path to the entrance of the village, paused for a while, and walked into the mountain village after making sure that he did not see any activity of the villagers. However, he did not step out a few steps, but he made a "bang" sound. Something arrived.

The thing rolled out of Zhang Xu.

He looked down in surprise, and saw that half of the dirty wooden stake got out, and there was another section not far away.

At first glance, these two pieces of wooden stakes do not seem to be ordinary things, and there are some familiar patterns on their surfaces.

Shen Luo looked carefully and found that these patterns were actually composed of runes.

After frowning, he leaned down, picked up the bottom half of the stake, and placed it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

The runes on the stakes looked very rough and crude, far less complex than the runes he drew, but they were all twisted abnormally on the stakes, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

He just glanced at it carefully, and suddenly he felt dizzy. He turned his head and didn't look at it, feeling a shock in his heart.

The rune on this wooden stake has such a power. I wonder what happens if it is drawn on rune paper?

Shen Luo guessed wildly in his heart, and silently lifted Xiaohua Yang Gong, so that a Yang Gang Qi was born from the dantian, and walked to the right hand, making his palm slightly warm.

Then he reached out his hand and touched the rune on the surface of the wooden stake. Without noticing anything strange, he quickly withdrew his hand.

After sinking hesitated for a while, he threw half of the wooden stake in his hand and walked towards the house with lights.

This is not the time to delay. After he has figured out his situation, it is not too late to study.

He came to the open space in front of his room and stopped again.

There was a collapsed shrine in front of this house.

Under the faint light of the window, Shen Luo could see clearly that the shrine was as tall as one person, it was pitch black, there was no tablet, only a lying incense burner, and incense ash scattered all over the floor.

What made him care was that there were runes inscribed on the shrine, which were very similar to those on the wooden stakes at the entrance of the village, except that the runes here were blood-red, as if they were drawn with blood, and looked a little cruel.

Shen Luo stared at the shrine, her face a little uncertain.

Just at this moment, the cold night wind was blowing, causing several big trees near the house to rustle, and large leaves flying down the sky.

A large amount of fog was also engulfed by the strong wind, rolling past the village, making the already dim light in front of the house a bit dim, and other villagers' houses became hazy, as if they might disappear in the fog at any time.

Shen Luo felt that the nearby air seemed to be more gloomy and cold, and the body temperature was dropping sharply, and the limbs felt a little numb in the wind, so I could only take a deep breath, temporarily abandon some worries in my heart, and walked a few steps to the light. In front of the door.

When he raised his hand to knock on the door, his movement froze, and then slowly retracted his outstretched hand.

A little suspicion appeared on Shen Luo's face. After moving her nose twice, she lowered her head and looked towards the ground, her pupils suddenly shrinking into a pinhole.

I saw a stream of black blood pouring out from the crack of the door, almost spreading to his feet, emitting a pungent bloody smell.

Shen Luo's face turned pale, and immediately turned around and ran towards the road when he came.

The "huhu" wind rang wildly in his ears on both sides, and the breath in his mouth became extremely cold, as if several knives were constantly rubbing inside.

Shen Luo felt that he had never run so fast in his entire life, as if his chest was about to explode. He ran to the entrance of the village in a blink of an eye, but he didn't stop at all, he was about to rush out of the village in one breath.

There was a "bang".

Suddenly he stagnated, and his whole body leaped straight to the ground, even pulling a half-foot-long deep trace on the ground.

Shen Luo felt stiff and cold, and there was something cold on his chest, squirming against his skin.

Shen Luo made a difficult low growl in his throat, fisted desperately with both hands, and recovered a little bit of strength. Suddenly he pulled open his chest, his eyes widened, and he looked down.

I saw two clear and unusually black palm prints on his chest. They were the size of an ordinary person and were as dark as ink. They were moving fast. The place they passed by was extremely cold, causing every inch of skin to stand upside down. He climbed to the sides of his neck and tightened a little bit like a real thing...