Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

Mo Qingcheng and Zhou Qing look at Zhou Yi's crisp departure. They can't help but look at each other and see a touch of helplessness in their eyes.

Zhou Yi kept going and went straight to the Bureau.

"What's the matter? Did you find anything? " Watching Zhou Yi run to the patient's room without saying a word, bureau Zhong follows behind and quickly opens his mouth.

"I suspect someone wants to steal someone else's dream!" Zhou Yi's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his face was uncertain.

"Stealing dreams? Lao Zhou, is my life still too short? I've never heard of such a thing before. What's the secret of this dream? " The Bureau weight follows Zhou Yi, almost at the speed of trot to keep up with Zhou Yi's long legs.

Zhou Yi suddenly stops, and the Bureau heavy behind him bumps into Zhou Yi's back. He rubs his sour nose, and makes a rude remark.

Then he raised his head and saw Zhou Yi staring at his face. In a moment, he said, "I'm joking. I'm joking. It's really cool. It's really...".

Zhou Yi frowned, "what did you say just now?"

"I said I was joking!" Bureau heavy rubs nose, a face serious return way.

"It's not the last sentence..."

"that... I swear, are you sure you want to listen?" Bureau weight looked up at the man.

Zhou Yi frowned impatiently, which was a sign of anger. Bureau heavy quickly used his brain and began to turn his brain wildly. Then he patted the forehead, "what can I steal from this dream?"

"Yes, dreams have nothing to steal!" Zhou Yi can't help but repeat it. Then he turns around and quickly walks forward. Now he has to go to the ward to confirm one thing.

Bureau heavy also by Zhou Yi's words inexplicable, scratched his head, and quickly followed up.

Zhou Yi came to the ward and opened one patient's eyelids. Then he took off the man's coat and looked at the armpits, palms and soles of feet.

Finally, Zhou Yi pinches the other person's mouth and takes a look at his tongue.

"What's the matter? What did you find? " How can they find that the patients have not been examined again before this week?

At this time, Zhou Yi had finished reading. He pointed to the male patient who had been examined by himself, and then opened his mouth: "you can see for yourself. There is a very small black spot in both eyes, armpits, hands and feet, and tongue."

The Bureau listened to his words and looked at it in turn, and found that it was really the case. The black spot was not big, and it was the size of the needle tip.

And he said these things, bureau heavy seems to have seen it somewhere.

But where is it? I can't think of it again.

"Do you remember?" Looking at the constipation expression of bureau Zhong, Zhou Yi opens his mouth.

Bureau weight raised his head, looked at Zhou Yi, and then looked at the patient again. His confused eyes flashed a flash of light, and then he stammered: "Lao, Lao Zhou, you, you don't want to tell me that he and they are..."

"yes, the art of nightmare!" Zhou Yi finished what the bureau did not finish.

The art of nightmare, one of the ancient techniques, has been lost for a long time.

Ten thousand years ago, the first technique created by Honghuang ancestors, as well as injecting energy into the human body for hidden acupoints, people would instantly fall into a dream.

If this method was used properly, it was a good technique. However, many people used it for other purposes. Even more, they drove the dreamer to do some shady things for him. In his anger, the ancestor of Honghuang punished those disciples, and the skill was lost.

I didn't expect that the other side didn't know where to learn this skill.

"Do you mean there will still be people going to sleep? And then these people will be used in their sleep? " Bureau heavy glared at a pair of eyes, all over the face are incredible four characters.

Zhou Yi shook his head: "I'm not sure. It must have disappeared for too long. It's also a problem what the opponent can restore this technique to..."

at this point, Zhou Yi paused, and then said, "no matter what point, even if it's just coma, the consequences are very serious!"

Smell speech, local heavy breath is also a tight.

Zhou Yi is right. Coma alone is also very terrible.

If people from all walks of life are in a coma, then many things will be stagnant. If it is more serious, the development of the whole country will also stagnate, and we are extremely afraid of it.

"What now?" Heavy forehead has been covered with a layer of sweat, if they really imagine good, afraid it is really dangerous.

Zhou Yi glanced at the Bureau weight, looked at his sweating face, and shook his head a little helplessly: "director, calm down, things are not as bad as you think. This kind of technique is really powerful, but it is not without solution. After one casting, the caster will have to rest for at least one month before casting the second one! "

"Ah?" Obviously, the bureau did not think of this.It's not his fault. It must be that he knows very little about this art.

Zhou Yi thought about the date carefully, and then said, "if I remember it well, these people should be the first ones to be cast. First, set a boundary around the whole building to prevent them from doing something. Then, within this month, we will try to wake them from their dreams."

"Wake up? How to do it? " The local heavy regarding this kind of technique completely only stays in hears, personally sees is the first time, does not say is the solution.

The reason why Zhou Yi knows something is that when he practiced thousands of years ago, Soro wrote a lot of strange books. One of them recorded in detail all about the nightmare technique, including its solution.

The solution is also very simple. As long as you find a stinky grass that has grown for more than 100 years, the strong odor will stimulate people's senses and pull people back to reality from their dreams.

Although it sounds simple, it is very difficult to find it.

It is extremely difficult to find a stinky grass, not to mention a hundred years old stinky grass.

It's very difficult to grow because it tastes so special that almost all the plants and trees around it will be smoked to death.

Moreover, not only the flowers and plants, but also the soil will become dry because of the invasion of the taste, and the energy will disappear, so it is difficult to maintain the growth of stinky grass.

Therefore, this has become a vicious circle. There is no stinky grass that can live for so many years.

The smell of a hundred year old stinky grass can completely turn a mountain into a barren one. You can imagine how terrible its taste is.

After listening to Zhou Yi's explanation, the hope that the Bureau has just mentioned has fallen heavily.

He looked at Zhou Yi with a plaintive look on his face. "How can we do this? It's totally unanswered."

Zhou Yi shakes his head: "it's up to people, and it's not totally impossible."

Bureau heavy can only sigh, and then a face can not love the mouth: "I will go to the office in a moment, call the person in charge everywhere, let them go out to look for this thing!"