I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 138 Nightmare
This thick smoke has a hypnotic effect.

To be precise, it is a kind of perspiration medicine. Even if a sober person smells it, he will faint in the shortest time and cannot wake up for at least a quarter of an hour.

As for those who were already asleep, the effect of the medicine was even more powerful!
Like Yun Qiancao, Qingluan and the others, after inhaling the smoke from the poisonous gourd, they might fall into a coma and fall asleep for at least two quarters of an hour!

"It's done, third brother." The expression on Yao Qi's face was a little excited. At the same time, he took out an antidote from his bosom and handed it over, "Hurry up and eat it."

Yao Lin nodded, took the antidote, and took it directly.

Next, it was his turn.

"Second brother's poisonous gourd is a control-type martial spirit, and my nightmare is a mental attack-type martial spirit." As he spoke, a ball of purple gas slowly rose from the heart of Yao Lin's right hand.

A large group, purple and black, gives people a feeling of depression.

Suddenly, a pair of inverted triangular eyes appeared in the center of this cloud of purple-black gas smoke. The eyes were very bright and extremely strange.like some kind of beast.

Nightmare launched!

Divide into three strands, or in other words, split into three clones, and attack in the direction of Yun Qingcheng, Qingluan, and Yun Qiancao at the same time.

Although Qingluan and Yun Qiancao are the priority, it doesn't mean they won't attack Yun Qingcheng.

The three clones of Nightmare penetrated into the eyebrows of the three of them.

The first one to get in smoothly was Yun Qiancao's body. His sleepy body shook heavily, and the nightmare entered his body, his brows began to wrinkle, and cold sweat began to ooze continuously on his face.

He looked very bad.

His lips were trembling constantly, and he began to have nightmares.

A string of dream talk, overflowing from the lips, can be vaguely heard, shouting "Mother", "Mother, don't leave me", "Mother, don't die!"

"This Yun Qiancao, it seems that his mental weakness and the nightmare hidden deep in his memory are his mother." Yao Lin, as the controller of the Nightmare Martial Soul, can naturally see the dream of the other party.

After peeping for a while, the corners of Yao Lin's lips curved into a sneer, "Tsk tsk, this kid's mother died a terrible death. Unexpectedly, the back house of a famous family like the Yun family is just as filthy. Dirty, women vying for favor, life and death. The eldest lady of the Yun family's method of killing Yun Qiancao's mother is really extremely cruel."

Yao Qi said with a chuckle, "That's what it deserves."

The two brothers are both descendants of the Yao family.

For a long time, the descendants of the concubine have a strong sense of superiority over the concubines, and their hostility is very serious.

Children from concubines like Yun Qiancao, who later married into the palace by virtue of their sister and became a concubine, raised a legitimate son, and were even looked down upon by them, who were originally legitimate sons.

Sometimes, the prejudice of superiority and inferiority is so terrible that it will never be erased.

"Haha, this damn boy, let him savor the process of his mother's death a few more times." The smile on the corners of Yao Lin's lips, the second child's, gradually became cruel, and his palm grip deepened Yun Qiancao's nightmare degree.

The next moment, Yun Qiancao, who was in a nightmare, began to sob uncontrollably.

The spirit is so painful that the body in sleep is convulsing crazily, as if suffering from epilepsy.

Mental torture is definitely more painful than physical torture.

And some weak-willed people, under Yao Lin's Nightmare Martial Soul, may even have mental breakdowns, and thus fall into a nightmare and never wake up again.

(End of this chapter)