pillow mountain river

The shrill cry tore through the vast night sky.There was the sound of mountain birds flapping their wings in the forest, and several blackbirds hovered high in the sky, like vultures waiting to eat a corpse, quietly staring at the movement on the ground.

The people in the village woke up from the nightmare. Their eyes were wide open, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging. It was obvious that they hadn't escaped from the cruel dream.

The old man hugged his head, raving out of his mouth, his wrinkled face became less like a living person and more like a mummy because of the ferocious expression.

"Si Niang, I didn't kill you! Your father killed you! The fortune teller said you blocked your brother's luck! You go to him for revenge! You go to him for revenge!"

"Don't come here! Please let me go! I was wrong, I was wrong! Oh, it hurts! It hurts!"

A skinny man crouched on the ground with his limbs twisted like a snake, his whole body trembling violently, only a pair of eyeballs remained motionless, staring straight ahead, as if he had seen a ghost in hell.

"It was the village chief who said he wanted to take you as a sacrifice! If you don't die, we will all die! If you want to blame, blame the snake god. It's the snake god who wants to take your heart!"

The man opened his eyes, as if he saw a dead man with a bloody chest, flying towards him, with long fangs, trying to swallow him into his stomach.

Although the dream is over, no one has yet awakened from the aftermath of the nightmare.

Under the moonlight, a frightened, twitching flesh wriggled on the ground like a flesh worm.They thought that no one would bring up those scandals that had been buried in the past, but now the dead people in their memory have become ghosts, returning to the human world, and claiming their lives themselves.

"Maomao, your father hated you for being a girl, so he killed you. Mother wanted to stop it! But mother can't fight against your father! You have become a ghost, and if you want to find it, you should find your father. What are you doing pestering me!"

"Your mother died of illness! I gave her half a cornbread a day, how could she starve to death! Auntie! Auntie! Those cornbreads are made of fine flour, and one or two of them are rotten. It's also because of the hot weather! I, I, didn't think Kill you!"

"I've always treated you like my son! How could I kill you! There's not enough rice in the house, and I can only drink half a bowl of porridge myself. You're a baby... Who knew you would starve to death!?"

The people on the ground cried like ghosts and howled like wolves.

On a tall tree, a black shadow stood on a branch, looking down at the howling humans on the ground, like an indifferent god.

The lush leaves above the head blocked the moonlight, so the man's face could not be seen clearly, only from the figure that he was an adult man.

The black shadow looked away from the group of people and looked at the two people in the open space.The young man was in an illusion, his eyes were empty and there was a man half kneeling in front of him.The man held the boy's wrist, his eyes fell on the boy's face.

He was not dreaming.

The man raised his head and looked up.

The black shadow supported the tree trunk, thousands of leaves groaned in unison, and the friction of leaves covered his traces and breath.

However, the man's eyes became sharp, and his eyes quickly locked on the position of the black shadow.

The black shadows fluttered, like a mysterious butterfly, flying from one tree to the branch of another.

Zhen Hanshan looked at Er Dong again, took the sachet from his waist, and stuffed it into Er Dong's palm.He led the lifeless boy like a puppet to sit quietly with his back against the tree trunk, and then chased after the shadow.

"Let him out of his dream!" Zhen Hanshan suppressed his anger and raised his voice.

The black shadow shuttled through the woods, his whereabouts were strange, he neither confronted Zhen Hanshan nor fled, he circled around in the woods like playing hide and seek.But he is extremely fast, looming like a long snake walking through the grass.

Zhenhanshan didn't want to use the sword anymore, but the black shadow was erratic, like a phantom.He had no choice but to call out the sword, and the sword energy cut off the man's hair, and the black shadow finally stopped and hid in the shadow of the tree.

There was a faint hissing sound from far to near, and countless long snakes poked their heads out of the grass.In an instant, the group of black snakes surrounded Zhenhan Mountain like a wave.

And that black shadow stood among the snakes.

Since Zhen Hanshan came to Moyuan, he has been careful to hide the whereabouts of the two of them, but this snake god does not know what kind of god's ability to see all the changes in the field.Perhaps from the moment the two of them stepped into the desert, the snake god had already sensed their existence.

Sword shadows are like weaving, intertwined into a silver veil under the moonlight.The poisonous snake that had been broken in two was spread out on the ground, densely packed with dead snakes.

"Let him leave the dream you made," Zhen Hanshan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, staring at the man hiding in the darkness.

However, the only answer to him was the hiss of the snake spitting out the letter.Zhen Hanshan swung his long sword, and the big tree behind the black shadow collapsed, and the moonlight slanted down, illuminating the black shadow's face.

A grown man indeed.

This man was young, with an ordinary appearance, only a pair of gentle eyes could be remembered slightly.

"I don't create dreams," the man said softly, "What you see is what you think."

Zhen Hanshan had no intention of circling with him, asking word by word, "Let me go or not?" The sword in his hand was covered with indifferent moonlight, and the tip of the sword gleamed with a sharp sword light, making a decisive decision.

"He chooses not to wake up in his dream, what does it have to do with me?" The man said gently, he smiled at Zhen Hanshan, his gentle eyes slightly curved.

Zhen Hanshan felt a flame burning in his chest, and the raging fire seemed to want to devour everything, destroying everything within sight.

The veins on the back of the hand bulged, the wrist turned, and the raging murderous aura was like black clouds billowing in the sky, rushing straight at the man.

The man's whereabouts were strange and his speed was extremely fast. He could have avoided the sword energy, but to his surprise, he stood still and only raised the corners of his mouth, smiling inexplicably.

The sharp sword energy split the person in half from the middle, without blood, and without a hideous corpse.

The moonlight flowed quietly on the ground, and there was a snake corpse lying horizontally on the ground, and the long snake was split in two from the middle.

Zhen Hanshan picked up the snake corpse with his sword. It was a very ordinary brocade snake, with a dark brown body and circular patterns all over its body.General toxicity, mild temperament.

This snake has no demonic aura, but a strange mana is entwined around its body. It is not a monster that has been cultivated, let alone the initiator of the illusion.Apparently, someone else created the illusion, which plunged everyone into a nightmare.

The grown man just now was just a puppet transformed from a poisonous snake.The puppet's movements were single and slow. I don't know what method the person behind it used to make the puppet move like a gale.

Zhen Hanshan withdrew his sword, returned to the boy, and whispered his name.

"Er Dong?"

The young man didn't respond, the sachet in his hand was filled with pure heart fragrance, the clear fragrance is a good way to dispel distracting thoughts and calm the mind.Since stepping into the desert, Zhenhanshan has hidden sachets with pure heart fragrance on both himself and Erdong.

But it now appears that this precious spice has come to nothing.

Er Dong still opened his empty eyes, looking forward, under the slight shaking of Zhenhan Mountain, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Zhen Hanshan froze, seeing Erdong vomit blood.Scarlet blood stained the white teeth, oozing from between the lips.

Zhen Hanshan pondered for a moment, then bit his thumb, and the bright red blood dripped to the ground.On the flat ground where sparse weeds grow, thin shoots suddenly appear.

The fine buds drill out of the soil and grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.The indestructible vines were intertwined and intertwined, forming an extremely hard cover, covering Zhen Hanshan and the two of them.

Zhen Hanshan closed his eyes, but after a while, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless.If it weren't for the protection of the hard vines, even a poisonous snake could make the two of them fall.

What Zhen Hanshan performed was the Soul Separation Art.Creatures that have sprouted intelligence, regardless of whether they are human or demon, have three souls and seven souls.The pain of tearing the soul is not much worse than the pain of pulling out the bones.

However, if it wasn't for the soul body, he wouldn't be able to enter Er Dong's dream at all.

"Er Dong..."

"Er Dong."

Misty voices came from a distance, and each sound was clearer than the other.

"Er Dong."

He finally heard the voice, someone was calling him.Who is that? Er Dong's eyes are black, like a dead sky at night, without stars or bright moon.

He didn't know where he was, he just felt like he was drifting with the waves on the icy water, and he didn't know where he was going.

Er Dong didn't want to think about anything, he would rather be a rotten wood that could not be cut open, and would not feel pain when cut by a knife.

"Er Dong."

Such a soft voice, like hot springs bubbling in a spring, gently pouring into the ice water under him, relieving the cold.

Er Dong felt a pair of gentle hands hugging him from the cold water.Although he is in the abyss of eternal doom, he still instinctively leans towards the warmth like a moth to a flame.

Those gentle and warm hands supported his waist, pulling him up from the abyss.

Er Dong slowly opened his eyes and woke up from the warm embrace.He was still in the cold mountain, but not a single bird song could be heard in the dense forest.

He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.The man with an indifferent expression held a long sword and stood there.The blood from his body was still dripping from the tip of the sword.

Er Dong uncontrollably grasped the skirt of the person beside him, his knuckles turned white, he didn't know who was holding him, but when he caught a glimpse of that shadow, Er Dong uncontrollably curled up in the arms of the person beside him.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and Er Dong could only hear his own rapid breathing, he clenched the corner of the man's clothes uncontrollably, as if pouring all the emotions related to fear, sadness, and despair into his clenched hands.

Even when he thought of those three words, it was as if his heart had been pierced by thousands of sharp knives, and he could still hear the sound of silk tearing when the knives entered his body.

The chest is still bleeding.

The sense of fainting caused by excessive blood loss made his vision twirl, and the trees, people, and grass became extremely distorted.

The person holding Er Dong lightly pressed the back of the boy's head, making him bury him in his chest, "Don't be afraid."

The weird and distorted picture in front of his eyes disappeared, and Er Dong seemed to fall into a soft nest covered with countless fluff, and the warm feathers wrapped him around.

"It will be over soon," a gentle voice like spring water reached Erdong's ears.

He knew that he was just being held in someone's arms.There was a familiar fragrance on this person, Er Dong had a splitting headache, and was lost consciousness by the invaluable warmth, before he remembered the name of the fragrance, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

The moment Er Dong closed his eyes, the world changed again.

The tall tree collapsed suddenly, the sky suddenly changed color, and the ground was torn apart by the strong sword energy, and the man in Tsing Yi, who was standing still, was torn into foam by the sword.

The sword bearer swung his long sword, and each sword was powerful enough to shake the sky and the earth.

This false little world finally collapsed in the earth-shaking destruction.

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