Big dreamer

Shen Luo's eyes widened, as if a cold snake had crawled up his back.

Those little hands were swollen and rotten, and their color was pale. They looked like floating corpses that had been soaked in water for a long time, but they were covered with thin black nails, and some even penetrated his clothes and buckled into his flesh.

Shen Luo opened his mouth to shout, but his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound. He couldn't help but feel extremely scared.

But then, he discovered something strange.

He couldn't feel any pain at all!

"Don't panic when something happens, don't panic when something happens..."

Shen Luo felt relieved and forced himself to calm down.

He tried to use the nameless technique to mobilize the mana in his body to see if he could force back these pale ghost hands.

However, as soon as the mana in his dantian moved slightly, he immediately felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a powerful and extremely cold breath came out of it, making the hairs on his body stand up.

"It's the jade pillow!"

Shen Luo immediately noticed the changes on the back of his neck.

Before he could make any more moves, a powerful devouring force suddenly came from the jade pillow behind his neck. He felt that the blood and essence in his body suddenly boiled, and turned into wisps of white steam and was sucked out.

His eyes were wide open, but he could only watch his chest collapse little by little, and the hands exposed outside quickly dried up, becoming like ghost claws, and the vitality gradually disappeared.

Shen Luo's mind was in chaos, fear, doubt, unwillingness... all kinds of emotions mixed together, and he used up his last bit of strength and shouted wildly: "No..."

The next moment, his body suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest heaving violently, and he gasped heavily.

In a panic, he hurriedly looked at the mattress under him, but only saw a circle of water stains soaked by sweat. Where was the pale ghost hand as small as a child?

Then, he looked at his palms and backs of his hands over and over again, and they were all intact, without any traces of being sucked dry and turned into dry ghost claws.

"Is it really a nightmare?"

Shen Luo looked around with a dazed look, and found that all the doors and windows were closed, and there was nothing unusual in the furnishings in the house. Even the rattan pillow under his head was the one he used to use, and the jade pillow was quietly placed aside.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and his sleepiness disappeared for a moment. He got up, lit a lamp, changed into clean clothes, and sat down at the table.

The moonlight was still hazy outside the window, and it seemed that it was already the second half of the night.

Shen Luo recalled the scene in the nightmare just now, and still felt a little frightened. He took a ghost-exorcising talisman as if possessed by a ghost, pasted it on himself, and passed a trace of magic power into it.

As the light on the talisman paper lit up, his eyes became hazy again, and he turned his eyes and carefully checked every corner of the house.

However, as soon as his eyes turned, his eyebrows suddenly jumped.

There was something strange in the house!

When he turned his sight back, he saw a series of thin shadows falling from the roof to the void between his bedside, flickering and extremely blurry.

If he hadn't been nervous and overly focused at the moment, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned on the light to see it clearly.

As a result, when the light moved over, the things he could vaguely see just now disappeared.

He didn't hesitate and blew out the oil lamp in one breath.

As the light in the room went out, the things that were vaguely visible just now finally reappeared. They were actually thin and almost transparent hair-like light threads, all of which were transmitted from the roof like rain.

Shen Luo's sight followed the light threads all the way down, and he saw a layer of translucent light around the jade pillow on the bed. Those light threads that fell from above actually fell on it and were absorbed without leaving any.

"What is this thing..." Shen Luo was even more suspicious and stepped closer to the bed.

As he approached, he looked down at the exorcist talisman on his chest and found that it was not burning, and those strange light threads did not struggle or twist.

"It doesn't look like a sinister thing..." Shen Luo felt a little relieved.

He stretched out a palm, like holding rainwater, and stretched it towards those almost transparent light threads, and the hazy white light immediately enveloped his palm.

However, he soon found that the moment those light threads fell into his palm, they penetrated his palm as if nothing, and continued to gather towards the jade pillow.

But his palm did not feel any discomfort, and those light threads really seemed to be just phantoms.

Shen Luo subconsciously looked up at the roof and saw that those light threads seemed to be born from the inside of the roof, fitting very tightly.

With a thought, he picked up the jade pillow, pushed the door and walked out.

The moonlight outside the house was like water, and the surroundings were quiet, with only bursts of insects chirping one after another.

Shen Luo carefully checked his surroundings and found that apart from the snoring from the neighboring senior brother's room, he could not hear any other human voices. He immediately stepped on the tiptoes and jumped, landing lightly on the roof of the second floor.

He stood on the ridge and looked up at the sky, but saw the crystal light chasing the jade pillow, like a waterfall hanging from the sky, seemingly endless and continuous.

Shen Luo's sight stayed on the night sky for a long time before he finally figured out the source of these crystal light threads, which were projected from the starry sky.

"What is the connection between this silk thread and this jade pillow?" Shen Luo was confused.

He had slept for a while before, and after being awakened by the nightmare, he was no longer sleepy. At this moment, he didn't find the scene of falling light threads boring, and he just kept holding the jade pillow and looking up at the stars.

The light thread hung down all night, and Shen Luo watched it all night.

It wasn't until the next morning, when the sun was about to rise and the sky turned pale, that the light strands falling from the starry sky gradually became scarce. When the sky really brightened, it completely disappeared.

Until the end, Shen Luo didn't notice anything strange about the jade pillow, so he jumped off the roof with the jade pillow in his arms and returned to the house full of doubts.

…

At noon, after Shen Luo went to the restaurant to have a meal, he took a walk to the back mountain.

When he reached a deserted place, he immediately quickened his pace and headed straight for the hidden valley.

Shen Luo came to the shore of the shallow pool, jumped up, and jumped directly into the water.

A large splash of water suddenly appeared in the shallow pool, and a cool feeling suddenly surrounded him from all sides, making him feel more comfortable. It was as if the sleepiness from not sleeping most of the night yesterday disappeared in this moment.

However, he came here today, naturally not to relieve fatigue, but to try another technique that comes with the nameless technique, the technique of channeling monsters.

According to the classics, those who have extraordinary talent in the art of channeling and conquering demons can often only practice the first level of unnamed skills before they can successfully channel spirits, while those with low talents may not be able to successfully channel spirits until After five or six levels of cultivation, I was still unable to successfully channel monsters.

Shen Luo thought to himself that the first level of the Nameless Kung Fu could be perfected naturally. Perhaps his own talent was not bad, but because his nature was more water-loving, it was revealed after encountering the Nameless Heavenly Book.

He walked to the center of the shallow pool and sat down cross-legged. The water was neither deep nor shallow, just up to his chest.

Then he closed his eyes and concentrated, pinching the spell with his hands, adjusting his breathing and exhaling, and began to silently operate the nameless technique.

Not long after, a cool air began to circulate in his Dantian and began to circulate along the meridians in his body. There were also waves of cold water spiritual energy traveling around the pool, converging towards his body. Come.

As his thoughts gradually became clearer, and he began to silently recite the mantras of psychic witchcraft in his heart, all the movements around the valley suddenly began to become subtle.

At first, Shen Luo could still faintly hear a few chirpings of birds, but soon he could only hear the sound of wind blowing through the gaps in the forest, and then he could only hear the sounds of insects and ants dormant underground, and the sounds of fish paddling in the pond. sound……

Until the end, he could only hear the sound of the stream flowing slowly.

At the same time, Shen Luo's mind became empty, and his slightly closed eyes were pitch black, as if his whole person had crossed the space and appeared in another void...