The Dream Master

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

Those little hands were swollen and rotten, pale in color, and looked like floating corpses soaked in water for a long time, but there were long and thin black nails on them, and some even buckled into his flesh through clothes.

Shen Luo opened her mouth to scream, her mouth wide open, but she couldn't make any sound, and she couldn't help but fear to the extreme.

But then, he discovered something weird.

He could not feel the slightest pain!

"Don't panic when things happen, don't panic when things happen..."

Shen Luo felt calm and forced himself to calm down.

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

However, the mana in his dantian changed a little. He immediately felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a powerful and incomparable cold breath came out from it, making his whole body hang upright.

"It's a jade pillow!"

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

Before he could move any more, a powerful swallowing force suddenly spread from the jade pillow behind his neck. He only felt that the blood essence in his body suddenly turned into wisps of white steam and was sucked out.

His eyes were wide, but he could only watch his chest collapse a little bit, and his exposed hands quickly dried up, becoming like ghost claws, and his vitality faded away.

Shen Luo's mind was in chaos, fear, doubt, unwillingness... all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and with the last bit of strength, he shouted, "No..."

In the next instant, his body suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest was violently up and down, and he was breathing heavily.

In a panic, he hurriedly looked at the mattress under him, only to see a circle of water stains soaked in sweat. How could there be any pale ghost hands as small as a child?

Then, he tossed over and looked at his palm and back of his hand several times, and they were all intact, with no trace of being drained of blood and turned into dry ghost claws.

"Is it really a nightmare?"

Shen Luo looked around in a blank look, only to see that all the doors and windows were closed, and the furnishings in the house were not unusual. Even the rattan pillow that he used to sleep under his head was the same as the jade pillow. Quietly placed aside.

He raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. For a while, his sleepiness disappeared. He got up and lit a lamp, changed into a clean shirt, and sat down at the table.

The moonlight was still visible outside the window, it seemed it was late in the night.

Shen Luo recalled the scene in the nightmare, but still felt a little shocked. He took a ghost-expelling talisman like a ghost, put it on his body, and saved a trace of mana.

As the light on the talisman paper lit up, his eyes became hazy again, and he looked carefully in the corners of the room as his eyes turned.

However, as soon as his eyes turned, his brows jumped.

There is really weird in the room!

When he turned his eyes, he saw that from the roof to the void between the head of his bed, there were slender shadows hanging down, faintly flashing and blurry.

If it weren't for his nervousness at the moment, and his attention was too concentrated, he would never notice it.

Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly took the lamp over, wanting to see clearly.

As a result, when the light moved past, what he could only see faintly disappeared instead.

Without hesitation, he blew out the oil lamp in one breath.

As the light in the house extinguished, the only looming things finally reappeared. They turned out to be thin, hair-like, almost transparent filaments, all of which were transmitted down from the roof like rain.

Shen Luo's gaze followed the light filament all the way down, and saw a layer of translucent light hung around the jade pillow on the bed, the light filaments hanging down from above,

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

When he got closer, he lowered his head and glanced at the ghost exorcism talisman attached to his chest, and found that it hadn't burned, and the weird filaments had not struggled and twisted.

"It looks like it doesn't look like the evil spirit..." Shen Luo felt a little settled.

He stretched out a palm, as if receiving rainwater, stretched out toward the almost transparent light, and then the hazy white light enveloped his palm.

However, immediately afterwards, he found that the moment the light filaments fell into his palm, they penetrated his palm as if nothing, and continued to gather toward the jade pillow.

But he didn't feel any discomfort in the palm of his hand, and the light filaments really seemed to be just phantoms.

Shen Luo subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the roof, and saw that the light filaments seemed to grow from the inside of the roof, and they fit very closely.

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

The moonlight outside the house is like water, and the surroundings are quiet, only the sound of insects screaming one after another.

Shen Luo carefully checked the surroundings, and saw that apart from the snoring from the neighboring brother’s room, he could no longer hear any human voices. He immediately tapped his toes on the ground, his stature was vertical, and his feet lightly landed on the second floor. On the roof of the building.

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

Shen Luo's gaze stayed in the night sky for a long time, only to finally figure out the source of these crystal light filaments, unexpectedly projected from the sky full of stars.

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

He had slept for a while before, and after being awakened by a nightmare, he no longer felt sleepy. At this moment, he didn't feel that the sight of falling light was boring, so he held the jade pillow and looked up at the stars.

The light fell all night, and Shen Luo watched all night.

It wasn't until the next morning when the sun was about to rise and the sky was white, the light filaments falling from the starry sky gradually became scarce.When the sky really lights up, it disappears completely.

Until the end, Shen Luo didn't notice anything unusual about the jade pillow, so he jumped off the roof holding the jade pillow and returned to the house with a lot of doubts.

...

At noon, after Shen Luo went to Zhaitang for dinner, he walked to the back mountain.

When there was no one around, he immediately quickened his pace and headed straight to the hidden valley.

Sinking came to the shore of the shallow pool, jumped up, and plunged directly into the water.

The shallow pool suddenly splashed with a large amount of water, and a sense of coolness suddenly surrounded him, making him feel more comfortable, as if the sleepiness that hadn't slept most of the night yesterday disappeared at this moment.

However, he came here today, naturally not to relieve fatigue, but to try another magic technique attached to the nameless technique, the magic of psychic service.

According to the classics, if someone has an extraordinary talent in the art of psychic warfare, he will often be able to successfully psychic only by practicing the first unnamed technique, while if he is inferior in talent, it is likely to be After practicing five or six levels, they were unable to successfully psychic monsters.

Shen Luozuo, the first level of Wuming exercises can reach perfection naturally. Perhaps his own talent is not bad, but because of his more hydrophilic nature, he showed up after encountering Wuming Tianshu.

He walked to the center of the shallow pool, and after sitting down cross-legged, the pool was not deep or shallow, just buried to the chest level.

After that, he closed his eyes and concentrated, while squeezing the method with his hands, adjusting his breathing and breathing, and began to quietly operate the nameless exercises.

Not long after sinking into the dantian, there was a refreshing air that was transferred and started to circulate along the meridians in the body. There were also bursts of cold water spirits wandering around in the pool, converging towards him. Come.

As his thoughts gradually emptied, and his heart began to silently recite the mantra of psychic service, all the movement around the valley suddenly began to become subtle.

At first, Shen Luo could still hear two or three bird chirps, and soon only the sound of wind passing through the gap in the forest could be heard, and then only the sound of insects and ants hung in the ground, and fish in the pond paddling. 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 eyes closed slightly in darkness, as if the whole person had crossed the space and appeared in another piece of void...