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The priest of the Taihao Mountain Trial Court led a team to appear in the hinterland of Yu State. Well, it's not a very unbelievable thing.

Not to mention that countries often infiltrate each other and send spies to each other,

Inside Yu State, there are also fanatical believers in Haotian who are willing to serve Taihao Mountain free of charge, including secretly assisting Taihao Mountain personnel to enter Yu State through various channels.

The disciples of Luli Academy looked at each other, and everyone knew that Chen Wanyi's so-called preventing the nightmare from awakening was actually just for Taihaoshan to search for alienated objects and prevent the nightmare from falling into Taihaoshan's hands.

But now is not the best time to worry about this issue.

Do you know where the nightmare is?

Ji Xingwang asked in a deep voice.

It's in the inn.

Chen Wanyi said a correct nonsense, and seeing the gloomy expressions of everyone in Luli Academy, he added: I don't want to be so vague, but according to the prophecy, the nightmare is not yet awakened.

The ghost realm we are trapped in at this moment is just the aftermath of its dream.

Only after surviving the aftermath, and waiting for the moment when the nightmare officially wakes up from the dream and returns to the real world, can it be contacted and captured.

A Dr. Luli frowned and said, Are you confident in capturing it? Judging by your cultivation, it's only at the Cloud Patrol Realm, right?

Chen Wanyi spread his hands and said: Everything has gains and losses, according to the experience of our trial court for thousands of years and hunting demons,

Since the Nightmare Tapir's ability is so special and exaggerated, even a Candle Sky Sorcerer like Brother Qingya cannot be exempted.

Then its body, there is a high probability that it will not be much stronger.

I wonder if your Excellency can tell us the complete content of the prophecy? After all, everyone is now a grasshopper trapped on a rope.

A guard behind Jin Wusuan said.

They are all monks, supported by Jin Wushuan, and have served under him for many years, their loyalty is beyond doubt.

Jin Guanshi's eyes flickered, as if he realized something.

Is this?

Chen Wanyi paused for a moment, raised his hand to stop his subordinates who wanted to say something, and said: The first two lines of the long poem of prophecy are [Nanke Yimeng, grievances and enmities are hard to get rid of. Floating bubbles are all reasons]

The last two sentences are [The soul returns, the life experience is empty. Floating life as if awake, for joy geometry]

Restricted by canon, I can only say so much below.

Chen Wanyi shrugged, turned a blind eye to other people's doubts, and said to himself: There is still a more serious situation right now, everyone, there are more people here again.

As he said, before he knew it, the hall seemed a little more crowded.

The result of spiritual consciousness scanning the total number of people also changed from 256 to 270.

Fourteen more.

Zhou Hongmao, right?

Chen Wanyi looked at Zhou Hongmao, a raw silk merchant, and said calmly, In your mind, there should be many childhood memories with Zhou Chengcai out of thin air. These memories are seamless, as if they really happened.

. Zhou Hongmao was still immersed in the sudden death of his brother. It took a while to react, and he nodded with complicated emotions: Yes.

This should be the ability of the nightmare. Just like a lizard needs to bask in the sun to have the strength to move, the nightmare also needs to extract energy from the outside world to wake itself up.

Chen Wanyi calmly said: We people are his source of energy. I don't know if you have noticed, but your sea of ​​energy is being lost bit by bit.

Everyone in the Luli Academy, the guards who don't count gold, Song Shaoyuan, Ji Linglang

The faces of all the monks changed slightly.

Indeed, they could feel that their aura was slowly evaporating. At first I thought it was the suppression of being in the ghost domain, but I didn't expect it to be the nightmare that was extracting energy.

Not only monks, ordinary people trapped in the ghost realm are also being drained of life force.

And the channel of extraction is a fake like Zhou Chengcai, or a nightmare.

Chen Wanyi said: The nightmare will tamper with everyone's memory and continuously generate nightmares.

Friends, family, childhood sweethearts, life and death best friends.

Nightmares multiply until the host is drained and dies.

Look at Zhou Hongmao, just a short while ago, his head has already started to have white hair.

If the nightmare Zhou Chengcai was allowed to survive for a little longer, the consequences would be disastrous.

After that, he paused, turned his head to look at his companions behind him, and said slowly: I remember very clearly that when we received the order from the court, there were six of us. But now, there are two more .”

Priest, what are you talking about?

A Taihaoshan monk was taken aback, We have always been eight people, have you forgotten? When we entered the city gate, the customs clearance fee we paid was for eight people.

Yes, I remember. This memory is very clear. I even remember all the experiences of slaying demons with the seven of you.

But six is ​​six. It's all the work of the nightmares, and we've got two more nightmares among us.

Chen Wanyi nodded, slowly opened his sleeves, and said with a smile: Fortunately, I have prepared in advance.

The sleeves were pulled open, and a large tattoo appeared on Chen Wanyi's arm, which were portraits of his companions.

These tattoos were obviously done not long ago, and there were still small dark red scars on the edge of the skin.

However.

how come?!

Chen Wanyi lost his voice in astonishment. The tattoo on his arm continued to expand, and there were clearly eight portraits including him.

Oops.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead on the spot, and he said hoarsely: The nightmare has already begun to modify reality.

Everyone in the hall panicked instantly, Nightmare would absorb life force, and it would permeate and proliferate continuously.

Doesn't that mean that everyone around him may be a nightmare?

The wives and lovers, brothers and sisters, and best friends who get along day and night, are they all fake? Are they all life-threatening monsters that are sucking their lifespan?

A beautiful woman grabbed her husband's arm uneasily, and said timidly, Husband, I'm so scared.

Don't come near me! Stay away!

Her husband's face changed suddenly, he pushed her away, pulled her hair, and while counting whether there was any white hair in it, he shouted loudly: Just now I wondered, I am so ordinary, how could I marry you who are so beautiful wife?

Not far away, a middle-aged Confucian scholar's face changed suddenly, and he looked at his companion, Hongyuan, why are you pointing a knife at me? We are old friends for more than ten years!

Really? Is there such a coincidence in the world?

His companion's face was gloomy, and he raised his knife and shouted: I went to Beijing to rush for the exam, and I was robbed. When I was hungry and cold, I met you in the ruined temple who also went to Beijing for the exam. I took two steamed buns from you?

Doubt, anxiety, panic,

Like ink dripping into a pond, it spreads rapidly.