Chapter 6 Jiaolong Chengying, wild geese forget to return

I hesitated to the stone tablet and reached out to touch the stone tablet. A slight aura overflowed from the sword, like a warm invisible thing wrapping my body.

There is no doubt that this is the source of Reiki that drives the whole fantasy. That guy ran all the way up and down. He never thought that I would stray into this place. I looked at Shizhongjian and laughed: After I pulled out the Shizhongjian, see if it still dared to laugh at my IQ!

Chengying sneered beside him and could clearly feel the tremor through the hilt of the sword. His voice can't tell whether it's happy or sad, but it makes me a little confused.

"You really found it here." He whispered in the wind, and the teenager's unique voice was gradually covered by the rising wind.

I looked down at the hilt of the sword with some confusion, and only heard his voice reach my mind very lightly through the hilt: "Pull it out and have a look?"

I raised my left hand to hold the hilt of the sword and hesitated slightly whether to put down the hilt of my right hand and draw the sword with both hands. This sword seems to be deeply inserted, and it should not be pulled out without full strength. Unexpectedly, it didn't feel tight when it was really pulled out. The stone tablet trembled slightly, as if something was about to break out. I pulled it out with a little force.

This should be an ancient sword, because you can intuitively feel the long history of its existence from the complicated pattern of the hilt. Since I am a historical idiot and can't distinguish the age from the pattern and texture, I can only notice the characteristics of this sword intuitively:

There is no sword body.

Like the props connected with me by Chengying, this sword also has no body. Its weight is no different from that of an ordinary sword, and may even be slightly lighter, but its looming shadow can be easily seen through the sun.

I reached out to touch the part of the sword body, and I could clearly feel the unique chill of metal through the light air. There was a familiar feeling from the touch, and I moved my fingers in the direction of the blade. There was nothing in his hand, but the blood quickly dripped down the sword body. It is a sharp sword.

I raised it to the light, narrowed my eyes and clenched the sword. I don't know what Chengying's expression is at this moment, but I do know that there is a sword that can't see the sword body, just like it, which can only leave a light shadow in the sunlight.

That is the sword known as the three swords of Yin Tianzi together with Han Guang and Xiao Lian. Because the dragon Chengying was released, the wild geese forgot to return, so the name is Chengying.

The slight heat from the right hand is the temperature from the hand of the shadow. He seemed to want to speak, but I never heard a sound. Only the transparent sword in my hand was penetrated by the sun, and the part of the blood spreading trembled with cold red light.

This time without the help of Cheng Ying, I woke up from my dream just by my own will. Looking up, Chengying was sitting by the window, with some long hair hanging down from his forehead and looking like a girl with beautiful eyebrows.

"Are you awake?" He looked at me slightly, with an expression that was not melancholy or happy, but under the backlight, his pupils showed a nearly psychedelic condensation.

I took a quick step back without lifting it. After hitting the wall, I hugged my head and cried, looking at him with tears in the corners of my eyes: "How did you get in!"

His eyes were instantly full of contempt, as if the ethereal look a few seconds ago was an illusion: "Don't you idiot know that there is a place in the world called a housing center?"

"Did you ask them to open the door?" I covered my head and looked at him. He nodded and smiled brightly: "The information we filled in when we registered was sister and brother, sister."

His sister's shout made me sweat coldly and quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "I mean, I reacted so quickly when I called you in my dream. It turns out that you have come in."

"No. In fact, I didn't come in at that time. I came in after that. He smiled beside him, with a sense of disbelief: "Have you forgotten? You found me in your dream.

He looked at my right hand. I looked down and found that there was a circle of gauze wrapped on it, and there was faint blood oozing out between them. It should be because of hand-testing the sword in my dream.

I raised my head and grinned at him, with three points of pride: "So the nucleus of that guy's control of the dream was really taken by me?"

He nodded: "That guy is very smart and can maximize his limited ability. Although it does not dare to confront you now, if you let it absorb the essence and negative power of more people, I guess you and I will not be its opponent together.

I nodded: "That's really not an ordinary dream. What I really want to say should be the independent space created by your spiritual power. This can explain why the uncle's reaction and feeling in the dream are no different from reality.

In fact, it can be said that it is a dream, after all, it is more like a parallel space. The uncle and my body are in reality, and only consciousness is pulled into that area, where all the attacks received by the spiritual body will be truthfully reflected on the real body, so once the spirit in the dream dies, the real body will die in a corresponding way.

The "pseous uncle" should be a spiritual attack in his dream, and the human subconscious is indeed a magical thing. Obviously, on the arid land, as long as it makes people believe that he falls into the water, he will be presented to the world as drowning. Those who were trapped in the fantasy did not receive any attack on their bodies. The "pseudo-uncle" only convinced them that they fell from a high altitude or had broken their ribs, and then they died in reality in a corresponding manner.

I analyzed my speculation to Chengying, and he rarely agreed: "Monsters, like immortals, must become stronger through practice or capture. This guy obviously becomes stronger by absorbing the negative thoughts of the sleeping house customers and the essence of those people in their dreams. If it goes on like this, it will become very dangerous.

He paused and then looked at me and said slowly, "We have frightened the snake twice in a row. If we can't finish it tonight, it will definitely escape without a trace tomorrow. Are you sure to solve it?"

I patted his chest heroily: "Just leave everything to my sister."

Chengying raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled: "So can you sleep now?"

I was dumbfounded.

Calculation, I slept for almost nine hours from yesterday to today, which does not include the time when I was knocked unconscious and half awake. If you count that time...

I counted my fingers: "Eleven hours?"

According to the normal schedule, I can't sleep anyway.

Chengying pillowed the window and looked at me, and a trace of cunning flashed in his dark pupils: "This is easy to do."

I shivered in an instant, and instinctively remembered what happened not long ago. Sure enough, he picked up the lamp on his left hand side again and smashed my spiritual cover fiercely with lightning speed: "How do you feel now?"

I looked up again and my eyes were black, and my head sank and straight back**.