Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The blue bricks under the feet conveyed a solid touch.

Li Changan knew that he was trapped.

The frosty moon is like a hook on the long street.

There was a thin night mist in the sparkling place, and the wind engulfed the dampness and wateriness and got into the clothes.

Li Changan lifted his cuffs and smoothed the chicken skin on his forearms.

What you see in your eyes, what you hear in your ears, what you hear in your nose, what you feel on your skin, everything is too real, and everything is too bad. This undoubtedly shows that the most dangerous situation that you expected before dreaming has become a reality.

He fell into a nightmare.

But the thirty-seven mouths of the Jin family had been rescued, so what went wrong? Whose dream is this again? Why didn't Feng Chong see a response? Beforehand, is there any use in the arrangement just in case?

"Wow."

The sudden cry cut through the night.

With a change of expression, Li Changan hid in a hidden dark place on the side of the street, carefully moving closer. I can't help but he is not cautious, the ghost knows what is waiting for him in this dream?

It is a narrow alley.

The cornices on both sides staggered to obscure the moonlight, so that most of the alley was plunged into darkness, and the inside was deep and unreal, like a bottomless pit.

A baby was lying in the "hole" at the junction of light and darkness. Most of his body sank into the darkness. Only the soft belly and wrinkled face were exposed to the moonlight. He cried one after another, and the sound moved people's hearts.

So there will be children? Whose adult is so cruel?

The Taoist priest was just about to step out.

wrong!

There was a sudden excitement in my heart.

Li Changan, this is a dream! A dream prepared by the monster for you!

"Don't go there."

There was a depressed snort in the ear.

A hand suddenly rested on Li Changan's shoulder.

...

Draw the sword, turn around, and squint.

In silence, murderous intent appeared.

However, the person who suddenly appeared behind him was already like a ball of cotton wool, flutteringly withdrew three steps away, his hair was undamaged, and the big thorns stood in the light on the street.

The Taoist priest did not pursue, but looked at it horizontally.

She was a young girl with a tall stature, a slender waist and a vigorous body. She was dressed in a red and white outfit with a dagger, dressed as a quack. Look carefully again, the face is thin, sharp, Danfeng eyes, long eyebrow peaks, a face can't be said to be so beautiful, but the eyebrows are matched with the outline to be bold and sharp.

He hadn't seen this face, but Li Changan felt it was quite familiar.

For no reason, think of one person.

Yumei?

Hush!

The girl put her fingers on her lips and made a silent motion. She didn't care about the long sword in the hands of the Taoist priest. She leaned back gently, pointed at the baby in the alley, and motioned Li Changan to follow her. Hide in the hiding place.

Taoist priests don't know, so they just follow suit.

...

It may have been a long time since no one came.

In the alley of the black hole, the baby's cry once hurriedly, and once weakened.

Not for a while.

There was no sound anymore.

The girl raised her hand to signal Li Changan to wait patiently. Of course, Li Changan was very patient. Even though the baby was crying and crying, it was just a dream.

Waiting with cold eyes for the baby to gradually stiff, after about three or four breaths, the dead baby trembled suddenly and slowly floated out of thin air.

At this time, the moonlight gradually brightened.

The light in the alley also pushed a little deeper, gradually reflecting the baby's haggard hair, short limbs, and the thick brown meat strips from the tail vertebra into the dark depths of the bowl.

As if surprised by the sudden light, the piece of meat trembled and suddenly retracted into the darkness with the baby.

Follow closely.

In the depths of the alley, a weird and huge outline swayed slightly, accompanied by a rustling sound, something that seemed to be hidden in the dark gradually left.

After a while.

The moonlight is getting brighter.

You can gradually see things in the alley, but the inside is empty, except for large messy scratches of moss on the wall.

"That's Aunt Wang who sells steamed cakes. After the demon transformation, she loves to use her tongue as a baby to deceive people."

After the girl attached the wall and listened for a while, she turned her head to look at Li Changan.

"You frizzy Taoist, why don't you go out and wander around most of the night? Do you know how many ghosts go out at night?"

The Taoist priest was trained to be puzzled. Demon? Hyakki Yakou? This dream is strange, not like a sweet dream, but like a nightmare.

"Master Yu..."

"My lord? Daoist, you admitted the wrong person." The girl quickly interrupted Li Chang'an, "I am not an adult."

"You are?"

The girl laughed when she heard the words, straightened her chest, and akimbo her waist. The original thin face smiled with two piles of collagen, as if she had changed from a handsome one to a second one.

Full of breath:

"Heroine!"

Li Changan: "..."

Well, this product is definitely not Yumei, at least not the Yumei in Li Changan's impression.

The Taoist wanted to say something more, but the heroine suddenly raised her head and was alert, listening to the movement in the wind.

"There seems to be something wrong in the Li'er Building, you have to go and see, but this frizzy Taoist..."

She was babbling and disgusting.

"It's not a way to stay outside, you have to find a normal household to avoid it."

With a gaze, he landed on the shops on the opposite side of the street.

…………

"Remember! Never light the lamp."

This is what the heroine repeatedly reminded before she left.

After that, she appeared just like suddenly, and then disappeared suddenly, leaving Li Changan, who was suspicious, to the people in the shop.

This family has only a mother and son, her husband's surname is Shu, and her maiden's surname is Mao. They have opened a breakfast shop to make ends meet.

The family was very hospitable and didn't mind the sudden visits of Taoist priests late at night. Instead, they were diligent to spread the bed, bedding, and wash basins, kerchiefs, and water for the Taoist priests.

only.

All this is done in darkness.

All the doors and windows in the house were tightly sealed, and there were no lights in the house, and there was almost no light. Li Changan fumbled and sat down at the table. Everything that happened in the house was learned from the question and answer.

It is really doubtful that this family is blind, but how can the blind manage the shop, and-Li Changan sniffed slightly, and a strong stinky smell was heard on the end of his nose-how can such a foul smell attract diners? Is it possible to sell durian mixed with stinky tofu?

Shouldn’t it be time to sacrifice the Chonglong Jade to discern whether there is a demon hidden in this stinking... Wait! Li Changan secretly shouted badly. He was more and more affected by this dream, and he became more true to the logic of the dream.

At this moment, the child presented an unlit oil lamp, and the mother brought some food.

"There is no meat and wine at home, only a few barbarians and some beans. If the Taoist leader is hungry, he might as well eat some. It's late at night, and my mother and son will leave first."

The sound of footsteps faded away.

Li Changan remained calm, groping for food on the table.

The head is round and hard, and it feels like a human skull; the beans are wrapped in a slimy, iron-smelling liquid, like phalanx soaked in blood plasma.

Is it really eating? Or something else?

Li Changan thought about this, but before the woman left, the words "remember! Don't light the lamp" repeated in his mind.

Don't light up?

In the previous thirty-seven dreams, Li Changan could almost change everything with his imagination, but in this dream state, his senses became real and he was more restricted. It took him a lot of effort to conjure a small box of matches.

Strike and light up the oil lamp.

The light slowly spread, covering this square inch of land.

It also reflected the cold hard head and the sticky (harmoniously) boiled beans on the table.

Two slight, moist, stinky breaths hit the eyelids.

Li Changan raised his head.

In the drowsy flames, the mother and son's faces turned straight towards themselves.