Weird World of Immortality

Zhou Fan threw the materials that he could not distinguish into the circle, and the dim blood light emitted by the circle immediately swallowed these materials.

This devouring is very fast, as if the materials were moved away.

The cold wind blew out from the black-red talisman, even Zhou Fan, who was not afraid of the wind and snow, felt a chill, and the chill seemed to spread from the bottom of his heart.

The gloomy wind is getting stronger and stronger, and there is also a cold wind whistling in the woods, but these two kinds of wind sounds can make him clearly distinguish the difference.

As for why this was so, he couldn't explain it clearly.

The wind in the talisman formation gradually dyed its color and turned black and red. It clashed left and right in the talisman formation, trying to get out of trouble.

The black, red and cold wind generates various ghost ghosts. It rotates, and ghost ghosts continue to grow. A small rune lineup contains tens of thousands of ghost ghosts.

All kinds of disgusting and twisted ghost ghosts made Zhou Fan, who looked directly at them, feel a faint tingling in his soul.

He sat down with his legs crossed, his face awe-inspiring, his hands formed a seal, a jet-black flame rune appeared between his eyebrows, and a jet-black flame rune also appeared on his cheeks, and he closed his eyes.

The wind in the talisman formation became more and more violent, cracks appeared in the black and red enchantment of the talisman formation, crackling sounds sounded, the black and red enchantment shattered like a mirror, the black and red wind spun, and it derived several Unclear ghosts and ghosts wandered in the woods, and the whole wild forest was full of ghosts and ghosts.

The little girl had already fled away from the woods, Xiao Ling stuck her head out of the dog hair, looked at the wild woods shrouded in the black and red wind, she muttered to herself: "Oh, I forgot to ask the master to write a suicide note. now..."

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He had a splitting headache, as if his head had been split with an axe. When the headache continued, he seemed to sink into the cold water again, floating up and down in the water frozen into the bone marrow, and would never be able to rise from the water's surface.

These two feelings were tormenting him, making him feel as if ten thousand years had passed.

When he opened his eyes, two completely different memories flooded into his head, as if he had two different lives.

He sat up on the bed, his head was dizzy and tingling, he was digesting two different memories, and it took him a while to distinguish one memory was real and the other was a false dream memory.

He remembered that he was Zhou Fan, was this a dream brought by Ghost Dream Jie Li?

When Zhou Fan thought so, he began to look around the room.

On the other side of the bed was a wooden table with candlesticks, a bust, water glasses, and a small bookshelf with several thick books.

A mahogany two-door wardrobe is placed on the wall at the end of the bed.

Outside the window in front of the wooden table was a gloomy grey sky, making the room seem a little dark.

The false dream memory told him that he was the son of the owner of the house. The owner of the house, his parents, had gone out to work, and he was the only one left at home.

The familiar room layout and the memory made Zhou Fan stunned.

He remembered where this was and what kind of dream it was.

When he was in the cool weather, he once entered a place called Bihu Villa with Yan Huilai and Li Jiuyue to carry out a mission. He didn't expect that it was those masked people...that is, the trap set up by the Qianjing League, and they encountered the dream puppet.

Dream puppets will make people enter nightmares. He promised Rouge to use dream catchers to capture dream puppets. This was the first nightmare he experienced when he was dragged into nightmares by dream puppets.

That is to say, the first nightmare of Ghost Dream Jie Li that he is experiencing now overlaps with Meng Puppet's nightmare. Perhaps because of this, his memory has recovered.

"Is this the will of God in the dark?" Zhou Fan thought with some astonishment, if it wasn't for the dark gold hexahedron, he would never have been able to experience the nightmare he had done again.

When he was thinking, he felt that he couldn't lift his eyelids. He wanted to sleep, so he lay down. If he remembered correctly, there should be a weird rattling sound in the room.

Soon there were two beeps in the room.

Sure enough, Zhou Fan just calmly opened his eyes, sat up, and lay down again. He didn't want to break the progress of the dream, because things might get out of control, so he decided to do it as if he had experienced a dream before.

After the sound of duo duo duo sounded four times, he also asked aloud: "Who is it?"

As before, he got out of bed and glanced at the bottom of the bed, of course there was nothing under the bed.

After five bangs, the wardrobe shook, Zhou Fan walked to the table and picked up the candlestick, walked towards the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe, and there was nothing in the wardrobe.

He pretended to open the door again to leave, the door opened as easily as before, he looked back at the half body, there was nothing in the mirror, and it couldn't reflect him.

But he didn't panic at all, everything was as expected.

After looking in the mirror, he looked up.

At some point in time, countless broken hands were crawling on the ceiling, and the pale and bloodless hands tapped the wooden ceiling with their hands from time to time, making a rattling sound.

Zhou Fan just glanced at it calmly, then he opened the door and left.

He started walking down the wooden stairs, which twisted and twisted so darkly that nothing could be seen.

He remembered the stairs were deep, long walks, and had a sense of peeping, and he was scared to death.

He walked for a while, going up, but going up would never end, and he started going down again, as it was when he had experienced this dream before.

After a long walk, the stairs came to an end.

It was pitch black all around, so dark that he couldn't even see himself, he stretched out his left hand and pressed the lamp socket on the left wall in his memory.

With a click, the white light came on.

It was a basement, and the strong smell of blood penetrated his nose.

There were two corpses lying on the floor, one male and one female. The old faces stained with blood were the 'parents' in the false memory.

At this time, the false memory of the dream told him that ~www.readwn.com~ These are not his parents, but the owner of the house, but he is not the son of the owner of the house, he is the evil spirit who killed the couple.

The mirror couldn't see him, and he had been reminded long ago that only ghosts would not be reflected in the mirror.

Realizing that he was a ghost, Zhou Fan still stared blankly at the two corpses on the floor. He didn't feel scared at all, his heart didn't fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

He seemed to have read a low-level ghost story that had nothing to do with him, and his sense of substitution was almost zero.

The dream began to dissipate, and he fell into endless darkness.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, the black and red wind had drifted away, and the wild woods had returned to calm.

He looked at the talisman in his body, and Wang Zhijian thought that the talisman had more strands of black and red calamity.

He is already in the realm of pill robbery, which is too simple, so simple that he has a sense of illusion, is the realm of pill robbery so easy?

I really am a genius.