Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 33 Nightmare Method
As he thought about it, he gradually forgot the time. After some time, Pan Ye suddenly came to his senses and thought something was wrong. There was someone waiting for him in the yard, so why was he distracted for no reason?

"I always feel that my head is not very bright today, and I am forgetful. Miss Ming Ke didn't remind me anyway."

Pan Ye subconsciously turned around to see what she was doing outside, but there was no sound for so long.

As a result, Lin Ming did not know when he quietly entered the room, stood three steps behind him, and looked at him quietly.

"Ming, Miss Ming Ke, why did you come in so quietly?"

"You have been silent in the room, so I came in to see you."

She looked Pan Ye up and down with her eyes cut out, and asked, "Where's Han Yu?"

"Look at my memory, I seem to have forgotten where to put it."

Pan Ye pretended to search everywhere, secretly clenched his fists, and stared at the charming woman in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

It's weird, with the strength of his own physical training, I don't know how Lin Ming walked behind him quietly.

Seeing Pan Yeyan looking left and right, Lin Mingke slowly walked towards him step by step.

"Aye, why don't you tell the truth?"

Her tone gradually changed from tenderness to lingering resentment.

"Do you not want to give it to me?"

When he walked in front of Pan Ye, that delicate and indifferent pretty face suddenly changed into that of Lin Yi, and he said with bright red lips, "Brother Pan Ye, can you show me where Han Yu is?"

"Who are you?" Pan Ye gritted his teeth.

"I'm your Yi'er." Lin Yi said, but a man's voice came out of his mouth.

"Monster, die for me!"

He raised his fist and slammed "Lin Yi" in the face, "Lin Yi" was hit by his heavy punch so that his head was thrown back, and he fell straight on the ground, motionless.

Just when Pan Ye was about to step forward to check, "Lin Yi" on the ground turned into a mass of squirming flesh and blood. The flesh and blood quickly split and reorganized and turned into a male figure. The muscles of the man's whole body suddenly swelled, his body became longer, his face After a while of distortion, he turned into the second master.

His body floated off the ground as if he had no gravity.

"Pan Ye, you ungrateful guy, I have treated you well, why don't you even let me take a look at mere Han Yu?"

His face gradually turned into anger, and he said angrily: "If you don't give it to me, then you will die."

The second master clenched his fist, and the destructive force contained in the iron fist made Pan Ye's breathing stagnate.

"I."

Before Pan Ye could answer, he swung his fist in front of him without giving him any time to react. When the fist barely reached his face, he felt a slight pain in his chest, and his whole body spun, feeling a sense of weightlessness. Close your eyes.

"Whoo~"

He lay on the bed and opened his eyes, turned over and sat up and looked out the window.

The moon is in the middle of the sky outside, and the night is getting dark.

"This is a dream?"

"What a real dream." Pan Ye let out a long breath, and immediately relaxed, subconsciously wiping off the sweat that had flowed down his neck.

After a little relief, Pan Ye felt a faint pain in the back of his chest again, and turned his head to look.

In the dark and gloomy room, with the help of the brightness of the moonlight, the figure behind him can be seen clearly.

A man with a pale face, bright red cheeks, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth knelt and sat behind him.

It held a sharp dagger in its hand, and the dagger exuded a chilling light, only a few centimeters away from the tip of his chest.

The two amulets were attached to the back of the chest at some unknown time and burned quickly.

The paper piercer stared at Pan Ye with dull eyes, without any expression.

Pan Ye's pupils suddenly dilated, and he subconsciously evaded taking advantage of the opportunity blocked by the talisman.

puff.

Blood splattered.

He narrowly avoided the position of the heart, the dagger was inserted into the back of the chest, and was firmly stuck by the ribs.

Pan Ye took advantage of the momentum and kicked the paper figurine, and after punches and kicks, the paper figurine turned into pieces floating in the sky.

He clutched his chest and rushed out the door, ready to wake up the sleeping person.

Unexpectedly, the courtyard door was just opened.

Under the pale moonlight, the biting cold wind blew his whole body like an ice cellar.

In the small courtyard of Pan's small courtyard, there were paper figurines of various shapes.

They were old and young, Qi Qi stared at Pan Ye with dull eyes, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, holding various things in his hands, including brooms, sticks, and scissors.

Even the walls of the courtyard were densely packed with paper-wrapped figures, looking down at him from a height.

Pan Ye swallowed his saliva, looking at the army of paper pierced people slowly walking in, he didn't know what to do.

He began to know that he was in a weird and absurd dream.

"A group of broken paper people dare to scare your grandfather and me."

Pan Ye was a little annoyed by the mocking smile on the paper figurine's face, and he rushed into the courtyard, punching and kicking.

All of a sudden, there was crackling and confetti flying.

One by one, the paper pierced figures were shattered into pieces and then reassembled. He made a bloody path through the crowd, barely reaching the gate and opening the courtyard gate.

He was desperate, as far as he could see, there were densely packed paper pricked people, still looking at him with dull eyes, slowly approaching him.

"Breathe, breathe~"

Pan Ye stood where he was, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down. He found that in this strange dream, his various mood swings were easily magnified inexplicably.

The anxiety gradually calmed down, and he suddenly thought of the town house talisman that was burning on his back earlier. Could it be that the real objects are also projected here?
Tentatively groping in his arms for a while, Zhen took out an exorcism talisman with a yellow bottom. He used the ability of the rosary to try to sense the aura contained in the amulet—a faint aura appeared in his perception.

"There is a play."

Pan Ye was overjoyed, and secretly strengthened the exorcism talisman.

Huh, dense white light enveloped the talisman.

The exorcism talisman instantly emitted dazzling golden light. At this time, the runes on the exorcism talisman were not completely erased like last time. The golden light climbed up along the trend of the runes, and the whole talisman instantly changed from black ink to yellow background. It was pure golden yellow, and with the golden light emerging, Pan Ye felt the spiritual power in the exorcism talisman rapidly fill.

There is no need to chant the mantra, the golden light diffuses and fills the entire field of vision, and the endless paper pierced figures are all reduced to ashes. The dream world is like being erased piece by piece with an eraser, revealing the real world little by little.

Pan Ye, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still lying on the bed. The cold wind blew into the room through the gap in the window, making him tremble all over.

Pan Ye felt his whole body was wet and greasy, his back was covered with cold sweat, and his forehead was cold.

He looked at the rosary on his right hand, only half of the energy was left, which meant that he had consumed real energy in his dream just now to allow him to escape.

To make sure he was no longer in a dream, he got out of bed and opened the door.

In the dark night, the moon was bright and bright, and there was nothing in the yard, it was peaceful and quiet.

The cold wind made him have a splitting headache, and he was drowsy, as if he had experienced tens of hours of heavy sleep.

At the same time, in a certain room not far from Pan Ye's house, a figure groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his paler and paler face was full of disbelief.

The mysterious man muttered to himself: "He is obviously just a martial artist in the physical training state, how did he break my nightmare?"

Although the opponent's state is lower than his, but it is not a small burden for him to perform this method, and he cannot use it lightly, and now the failure is even more painful.

He tidied up the scene and left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)