The Dream Master

"Don't think about it!"

Shen Luo roared in his heart, frantically transporting Xiaohua Yang Gong.

A layer of red light came out from him, trying to resist the invisible existence that attacked him.

At the same time, a force of Yang Gang rushed towards the rune on his chest.

Although this is the first attempt at the Exorcism Rune, the situation forced him to be a dead horse.

To his disappointment, nothing happened except that he felt a slight heat at the talisman on the front of his bodice.

But then, Shen Luo only felt a slight warmth in his eyes, and then his eyes darkened, but a black figure appeared in front of him.

This figure is quite tall and has extremely long hair. It has been dragged to the ground, covering the face, and can't see the appearance. Only two red eyes can be seen vaguely, revealing a stern malice and anti-vibration. Greed.

And his two long black arms are pinching his neck!

"It's really a ghost!"

Shen Luo was frightened. Although breathing became difficult, he still subconsciously kicked at the ghost.

Before he kicked the ghost, the ghost took the lead in letting out a screaming ghost.

Shen Luo only felt a buzzing in his brain, and the red light on his body shattered. There was a stream of heat gushing out of his eyes, ears and even his mouth and nose, and his vision seemed to be stained with red, and other senses followed suit. Great drop.

The cold hands holding his neck and throat became more and more tight, his sinking consciousness gradually blurred, the kicked leg stiffened in the air, and then fell weakly.

He faintly heard a loud thunderbolt in the sky, and then a heavy rain poured down, and then he knew nothing.

...

In a daze, Shen Luo felt that he was in an endless darkness, there was no sound around him, and he seemed very quiet.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt as if he had lost control of his body. Not only could he not lift his eyelids, but he could not even move his hands and feet.

He vaguely felt that this was abnormal, but the deep tiredness from the depths of his body made him feel an exile thought. He wanted to lie down like this, do nothing, and take a good rest.

At this moment, a sound of insects suddenly rang in the ears, breaking the tranquility of this moment.

Shen fell into a sharp spirit, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, he was shocked to find that he was lying on the country road again.

Familiar trails, familiar farmland, familiar night fog, familiar crescent moon... and the distant mountain village hidden in the distant mist, and the dim lights.

"No! Dreams can't be so real, and reality can't be so repeated! Where am I?" Shen Luogulu stood up, all thoughts rolled in his heart.

He suddenly thought of something, knelt down and took a deep dig into the ground.

Although the surface of the ground was dry due to a slight tide of dew, the depths were still dry. When I just lost consciousness, I clearly saw a heavy rain falling from the sky. Although I don't know how long it was afterwards, the ground would never be like this.

He immediately looked back and forth to the path, and there was no trace of anyone stepping on the ground, and he had ran back and forth several times before, and it was impossible not to leave his own footprints.

"Could it be possible to keep repairing or repeating everything here! I was not killed by a ghost before, but came back from the dead, and returned to the time when I first entered here?" There are some bizarre and weird stories in the miscellaneous books that Shen Luo read, plus With a flexible mind, he quickly made a vague guess.

He immediately remembered something and raised his hand.

The index finger bitten by the talisman before, the skin on it is smooth at this moment, and there is no scar at all.

"Sure enough, it's just too unbelievable!" A trace of shock flashed in Shen Luo's eyes.

After clarifying a little bit of the situation he encountered today, his tense mind was slightly relaxed.

But Shen Luo immediately remembered what happened before, knowing that the ghost would come in a while, and frowned again.

Although knowing that I can be reborn here, I will naturally no longer be afraid of the ghost as before, but if I am strangled to death by the ghost again and again, I am definitely unwilling.

Moreover, he is not sure that he, who has been resurrected twice, can really be "resurrected" the third time?

What if it can no longer be "resurrected"?

He has only one life, so he dare not gamble!

In that case, I can only give it a go!

Shen Luo thought about it silently. After most of his fear was gone, there was a feeling of eagerness in his heart, and he began to recall all the methods of exorcising ghosts in the classics.

Suddenly, he took off his shirt, bit his fingers and used blood, and directly carved various talisman patterns on the skin of his upper body, and then stopped after painting eight.

It's not that Shen Luo didn't want to continue painting, but every time he painted a rune, for some reason, he felt that the strength in his body was weakened, as if he had been drawn away.

After painting eight runes in a row, his body was already quite exhausted. If he continued to paint, he was afraid of affecting his actions, so he stopped.

These are the various runes he has learned and copied before, including the "Little Thunder Talisman" that he tested last time. He also doesn't know the specific effect of this rune's white light, but it is better than nothing.

Shen Luo immediately put on his clothes. With the previous experience of "ghost hitting the wall", he did not go in any other direction, but ran towards the mountain village.

He was not a person who was afraid of things, but everything before that was too bizarre. Now that he figured out some of his features, he would simply check it out.

He also wanted to know if he could escape the chase of that ghost, or even kill the ghost, would he be able to leave this place.

In an instant, Shen Luo came to the entrance of the village.

On the ground at the entrance of the village, the two pieces of wooden piles crossed and blocked the front, which was the same as the scene he saw when he first entered the village.

Seeing this scene, Shen Luo became more sure of his guess.

As he was about to enter the village, he seemed to have thought of something again. He leaned over and picked up the two pieces of wooden stakes and inserted them around his waist. Then he continued to run towards the illuminated house in the village.

He came to the house, grabbed a handful of incense ashes from the shrine that was dumped in front of the door, and then jumped to the door. Before the blood came out of the door, he lifted a kick and kicked on the wooden door.

With a "bang", the wooden door opened in response.

The scene behind the door gave him a moment of surprise.

I saw a skinny little girl wearing a gray short coat, seven or eight years old, standing there trembling, holding a wooden barrel full of black blood in her arms, looking like she was about to fall toward the door.

Seeing the sudden fall of the door, the little girl showed a look of horror on her face and stepped back two steps.

Shen Luo quickly came back to his senses, ignoring the little girl, swept his gaze towards the room, and fell on a corner of the room where there was a stiff, black dog corpse lying there.

"Black dog's blood." Shen Luo looked at the wooden barrel in the girl's hand, frowned, and then looked at other places.

Next to the black dog is a wooden bed, on which lies a gray-haired old man, his eyes closed, and he looks unconscious.

And in the center of the room, there was another shrine with candles lit, and inside the shrine was a miniature statue of a dog head.

In addition, the walls and doors and windows of the room were covered with black blood stains, which should have been deliberately applied.