What about the good-for-nothing little celestial master?

The people in the room, old and young, all hid aside shyly, and many people had a lot of color on them.

"Brother, what's going on outside here?"

Zhang Fenglan wiped the blood from his face and walked to Zhang Baiyue's side with lingering fear.

Zhang Baiyue looked at the injured people in the house, and felt very ashamed in her heart. If he hadn't touched the things here, they probably wouldn't have been injured.

Zhang Baiyue turned her head to look at the vines that were still crawling crazily outside the door. The sound of those vines slicing across the ground was reminiscent of a terrible reptile.

He said, "Under normal circumstances, things in dreams will not actively attack people, unless?"

Zhang Fenglan watched Zhang Baiyue hesitate to speak, and couldn't help asking, "Unless what?"

Zhang Baiyue looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"Unless the cycle is conscious."

Zhang Fenglan was a little surprised, "There will be a conscious dream cycle."

In his impression, this kind of cycle in dreams has also been broken, but those are mostly caused by people's obsessions and have been living in a certain day in the past, but they will not hurt people.

Just as he was about to speak, a slightly mocking voice came from outside the door.

"Your Zhang family is too ignorant. Is this a rare thing? If you follow me, you are guaranteed to meet everything?"

Zhang Baiyue and Zhang Fenglan looked out the door at the same time.

Zhang Fenglan asked in a low voice, "Brother, who is he?"

Zhang Baiyue didn't answer his question because he didn't know who he was either.

Tang Lingcha pushed the door open and walked in with an injured person in his hand.

The man's white clothes had been dyed red, his head was hanging by his side, and his hair covered his face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

As soon as he came in, everyone in the room looked up at him, their eyes looked like a group of little sheep waiting to be fed.

Tang Lingcha looked at the two people closest to him.

"Why are you standing still, take it."

"Oh"

Zhang Baiyue and Zhang Fenglan held one of his arms, and it was only after holding them that something was wrong.

Zhang Fenglan said, "Brother, why should we listen to him?"

Zhang Baiyue gave him a speechless look.

He actually admired Tang Lingcha, and he couldn't help thinking, maybe there is something to be said for the name, one or two are so good, maybe he lost at the starting line.

The room was full of people, and when they were thinking about where to put him, He Youle took out the cushion he was sitting on.

This room was originally an ordinary shop, and it looked like it should be an inn.

After Tang Lingcha handed the person over to them, he looked around in the crowd but didn't see the person he was looking for.

"Where's Xiao Luo?"

Zhang Baiyue put the man in a corner and gave him some simple bandages by the way.

He also tied a beautiful bow on his hand.

He shook his head, "I haven't come back yet, didn't you go out together?"

Tang Lingcha and he did go out together, but they were scattered by the flying vines not long after they left. When he went to save people, he thought he had come back early.

Although Xiao Luo's skills are not bad, but for some reason he always feels uneasy.

"You are here, I will go and see."

He hadn't opened the door yet, when suddenly the vines outside seemed to go crazy, and each of them pierced the seal inside the house like a sharp knife.

Big holes were poked out in the windows and doors, and the cold wind from outside also came in all of a sudden.

The black thread in Tang Lingcha's hand turned into a sword and cut off the vines that entered the house.

However, these vines did not die immediately after being cut off, and the remaining section slowly grew longer and became a new vine.

Those vines twisted and grew on the ground, and everyone screamed in fright.

Zhang Baiyue and the others saw that the situation was not good, and the talisman papers in their hands flew out one after another, and the vines instantly turned into ashes.

It's just that there are tens of thousands of vines here, and he doesn't have so many talisman papers to throw away.

Tang Lingcha glanced at the counter while dealing with the vines.

"Go and see if there are scissors and paper on the counter."

Zhang Fenglan stepped through the crowd and came to the counter.

He rummaged through the cabinet and found scissors under a ledger.

"Yes, here."

Tang Lingcha cut off several vines with one hand, and then said to Zhang Baiyue, "Zhang Baiyue, come over and push it."

Zhang Baiyue nodded and came to the door, followed by several brothers from the same door to block the door.

Zhang Fenglan had seen Tang Lingcha cut things, so he knew what he wanted to do. Just as he was about to take the things over, the black thread from Tang Lingcha's hand flew out and circled the paper and scissors and flew into his hand.

Tang Lingcha moved quickly, and cut several pieces in a short time.

He chanted the spell lightly, and those limp paper figurines stood upright.

In the next second, the villain stood on the ground and squeezed out through the crack of the door.

Zhang Fenglan was extremely curious, and looked outside through those holes.

Those villains were obviously made of paper, but they seemed to have a sharp weapon in their hands, and they could easily cut those vines into several sections.

Those vines that hadn't had time to grow were divided again, until finally there was no vitality left.

Tang Lingcha cut out countless villains one after another, and those villains surrounded the inn to the brim.

There are countless vines outside, and there is nowhere to hide.

After finishing all this, he was about to go out to find Xiao Luo. As soon as the door was opened, he saw a figure passing by from a distance.

Xiao Luo didn't know where he got a sword, and when the sword was swung out, it still carried endless flames.

The vines seemed to be afraid of him, and they shrank back when they saw him approaching.

He dropped his sword, leaving nothing behind where the sword passed. He stood at the door, facing Tang Lingcha.

"Chacha, why are you going?"

Tang Lingcha coughed lightly, "I'll go see if there are others outside."

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice fell to the ground.

"He's looking for you."

Tang Lingcha glanced at Zhang Fenglan angrily, as if wanting to split him in half.

Xiao Luo smiled, pushed Tang Lingcha in, turned around and closed the door.

He looked at Tang Lingcha with a smile in his eyes, "Why, worry about me."

Tang Lingcha, "Who's worried about you? If you're not dead and you haven't come back, what are you doing?"

The sword in Xiao Luo's hand disappeared at some point, as if what he saw just now was just a fantasy.

He said, "I went outside to see if there is any possibility of going out."

In an instant, everyone in the room looked up at him with expectations in their eyes.

Tang Lingcha leaned against the door, "And then?"

Xiao Luo said, "I tried it just now, no matter which direction you walk in, you will end up here."

Tang Ling teased, "It seems that there is no way to get out of here, so let's do something else first."