Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 183 The Dream That Can't Wake Up

Fuluzhou, Fuding Mountain.

In the cottage, Zhao Wujiang sat on the bed with a dignified expression, quietly investigating Wang Xi's current situation.

As he diagnosed at the beginning, everything in Wang Xi's body was normal, but he didn't wake up for some reason.

Wen Yu and Wang Shentong guarded Zhao Wujiang, and on another bed lay the veteran Taoist Zhang Lindao who had been rescued and woke up, and Wu Wei Jiaer who had not recovered from serious injuries.

After the old Taoist Zhang Lindao woke up leisurely, he looked at Zhao Wujiang with complicated eyes. He forcibly spied a ray of heavenly secrets before.

He clutched his chest, sat up slowly, thought for a while before saying:
"Master Zhao, I have always had a guess about the situation of Xiyue Heroine."

Zhao Wujiang looked sideways, he knew that this old Taoist Zhang Lindao was not only a Taoist but also a warlock.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang looking over, Zhang Lindao bowed slightly, and then said eloquently:

"The reason why Xiyue Heroine has not woken up to this day is most likely because she was trapped by the technique.

Among warlocks, there is a spell named Nightmare. Nightmare can make people hallucinate out of thin air, and can also make people fall into a deep dream.

Someone from Jianzhong in Jianghu League once performed this technique. They were two brothers from the Li family, Li Chenghao and Li Chenghan. "

The blind man Li Chenghao?

Zhao Wujiang frowned, only heard Zhang Lindao sigh, and then continued:

"About ten years ago, the two brothers went to Chang'an in search of their enemies.

One day after he came back, Li Chenghan was so happy that his precious son had a banquet for the folks, but right at the banquet, the two brothers suddenly went mad for some reason and killed their relatives and friends.

That day, too many people died, and Li Chenghan even killed his beloved wife and young son, and finally woke up, unable to accept it, and committed suicide on the spot.

But Li Chenghao cut his own eyes with a sword to avoid falling into the illusion again, and became blind with swords. For more than ten years, he has been acting chivalrously and trying to make up for the past.

We later learned that both brothers had been affected by the sorcerer's nightmare spell to become like that.

The current situation of Heroine Xiyue is very similar to being hit by a warlock's nightmare, except that she is deeply trapped in a dream and cannot wake up. "

"Then how can it be solved?" Zhao Wujiang said in a deep voice, he felt the strangeness of the magician's technique, a powerful magician can turn clouds and rain easily.

Zhang Lindao: "The method of Li Chenghao, the blind man, is to prevent himself from seeing illusions. Now Xiyue Heroine is deeply in a dream, so the only way is to pull her out of the nightmare."

"How to do?"

"Lord Zhao is carrying Zi Qi, he is the best person to help the Xiyue heroine wake up." Zhang Lindao knew that the Zi Qi he saw in the astrology was Zhao Wujiang.

"Most of the purple qi is born in the nobles of the sky, or those who bear great luck can also bear the purple qi. The purple qi has the power of arrogance and can destroy falsehood.

And nightmare is a kind of falsehood. "

Zhao Wujiang looked at Zhang Lindao's slovenly old face, but now he put on a nagging look, very much like a Taoist who walks the streets and tells fortunes.

"I'm old but not talented. I have been in the art of sexual assault for many years, and I also created a art." Zhang Lindao was blushing at the moment, he coughed dryly, and said:
"This technique is called the Big Quilt Sleeping Together. It allows one person to enter another person's dream, and the two have the same dream. In this way, Mr. Zhao can find out the nightmare of Heroine Xiyue."

"The journey of art is indeed treacherous, broad and profound." Zhao Wujiang felt sincerely.

Whether it's Wu Meiniang's Youdao guarding the palace sand technique, or Zhang Lindao's self-created technique of co-sleeping with a large quilt, people can feel the power of a warlock's sword.

"Hey, it is indeed broad and profound, but the way of art is not far behind now. I think that when Lord Yuan Tiangang was still there, all kinds of unexpected art emerged one after another, making the audience all exclaimed miracles.

Nowadays, there are too few people who can step into the path of magic. The people behind the evil forces of the heavenly gang, if the old man predicts it, must be a magician. "

Zhang Lindao said with emotion, "Master Zhao, you can perform the spell when you are old, Master Zhao can relax."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, Wen Yu and Wang Shentong stood aside, so he felt at ease.

Zhang Lindao took out his compass, the compass was only the size of a palm, and there were already a few cracks on it, he touched it lovingly, and then began to fiddle with the compass, his fingers kept pinching, his face became more and more solemn.

This was the first time that Zhao Wujiang saw a warlock performing a spell at close range, and this feeling was like watching a great dancer.

"Master Zhao, go!" Zhang Lindao shouted.

Zhao Wujiang looked puzzled, he didn't feel anything, but at the next moment, the world in his eyes began to blur, and then he slowly lay down on the bed, with the peaceful Wang Xi beside him.

Zhang Lindao looked at Zhao Wujiang who was slowly falling asleep, and heaved a long sigh of relief. This big quilt co-sleeping technique was specially devised by him to deal with Yan after the tragedy happened to Jian Xiazi.

Zhao Wujiang only felt that his body kept falling, surrounded by turbulent mist.

It didn't take long for him to fall heavily into the gray mist. Although he couldn't see through the mist, he had a different feeling in his heart.

He walked slowly along the induction, passing through the fog.

What appeared in front of my eyes was a familiar scene in my memory.

At this moment, he was standing in the Anshun gambling house in Chang'an City, surrounded by the gambling house thugs who had fallen in a pool of blood. He saw Wang Xi standing in front of him in a daze.

"Wang Xi."

Zhao Wujiang called softly, but Wang Xi in front of him didn't respond at all.

He approached slowly, approached Wang Xi, only to find that Wang Xi's beautiful eyes were bloodshot, with a deep sense of exhaustion, and he turned a deaf ear to his arrival.

There were fallen corpses all around, he didn't know what Wang Xilen was doing here, he hesitated whether to wake up Wang Xi in this state.

Suddenly, a figure staggered towards him. Zhao Wujiang recognized him as the owner of Chang'an Anshun Casino.

The workshop owner was running away, Zhao Wujiang followed the workshop owner's horrified gaze, and saw a young man with a knife rushing out, his face was full of anger and covered in blood, followed by a young girl, her beautiful and refined face was beginning to show her charm.

This is when Zhao Wujiang understood, this is his past self and Wang Xi.

are you watching thisZhao Wujiang looked at Wang Xi whose eyes were bloodshot, and he found that Wang Xi began to breathe rapidly.

The young Zhao Wujiang was exhausted, fighting with the owner of the workshop, he quickly slashed the owner of the workshop with the long knife in his hand, and then he clenched the long knife tightly to make two cuts, and then he collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion.

The young girl Wang Xi looked anxious and wanted to help the boy Zhao Wujiang, but at this time the boy Zhao Wujiang was already limp as mud and had no breath.

The young girl Wang Xi slapped the young Zhao Wujiang's face, tears came out of her eyes, and then she swallowed Tianshui for the young Zhao Wujiang.

A crowd of horses and horses flocked to them holding torches. The light of the fire dispelled the darkness, and the boys and girls had nowhere to hide.

"Zhao Wujiang, wait for me! I'll call someone to save you!" The young girl Wang Xi kept murmuring, stepped back, took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang, and disappeared into the night.

"Sigh." As a bystander, Zhao Wujiang looked at his past memories, feeling familiar and unfamiliar.

But he also realized that for Wang Xi, this was her deepest regret all the time. Later, when she was sent to the palace, Wang Xi naturally couldn't find her, so she kept regretting.

Wang Xi's tender body beside Zhao Wujiang began to tremble. She watched the girl Wang Xi pull the young Zhao Wujiang down, her voice was crying and shrill:

"No, don't go, take Zhao Wujiang with you, otherwise you won't be able to find him!"

Wang Xi wanted to rush forward to help the young Zhao Wujiang who was lying in a pool of blood, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch it.

The mist kept churning, just like Wang Xi's mood at the moment, the picture was broken like a mirror, and then reassembled.

The scene was still Anshun gambling house, surrounded by fallen corpses, a figure staggered out, it was the owner of the gambling shop, followed by a young girl.

Dreams are constantly reincarnated, and the regrets in memories are like nightmares that keep catching Wang Xi and sinking. She wants to save the original Zhao Wujiang over and over again.

People are constantly moving forward, but there are always people who sink into the past. It's not that they can't wake up, but they don't want to wake up.

For Wang Xi, from now on, she lost Zhao Wujiang, who was with her in the end of the world, and lost their acquaintance, acquaintance, experience and love.

She made a right decision at the beginning, but got a result that she regretted and depressed.

"Stupid girl" Zhao Wujiang murmured softly, and grabbed Wang Xi who was rushing towards the young Zhao Wujiang who was in a pool of blood. The purple aura around him became more and more intense, forming two distinct colors from the gray mist in the dream world.

He hugged Wang Xi tightly into his arms, and spoke softly:

"We missed it in the past, but we can re-acquaint ourselves with it in the future."

(End of this chapter)