Big Dream Master

　　　　 Shen Luo widened his eyes, as if a cold snake had climbed up his back.

　　 Those little hands were swollen and rotten, and they were pale in color. They looked like floating corpses soaked in water for a long time, but there were long and thin black nails on them, and some even buckled into his flesh through the clothes.

　　 Shen Luo opened his mouth and wanted to scream, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't help but fear to the extreme.

　　 But then, he discovered something weird.

　　 He can't feel the slightest pain!

　　 "Don't panic when things happen, don't panic when things happen..."

　　 Shen Luo felt a little rested, and forced himself to calm down.

　　 He tried to use the nameless technique, trying to mobilize the mana in his body, to see if he could force these pale ghost hands back.

　　 However, the mana in his dantian changed a little. He immediately felt a chill on the back of his neck, and a powerful and incomparable cold breath emerged from it, causing his whole body to stand up.

　　 "It's a jade pillow!"

　　 Shen Luo immediately noticed the change on the back of his neck.

　　 Before he could move any more, a powerful swallowing force suddenly spread from the jade pillow behind his neck. He only felt that the blood essence in his body suddenly seemed to boil, turning into wisps of white steam and being sucked out.

　　 His eyes were wide, but he could only watch his chest collapse a little bit, and his exposed hands quickly dried up, becoming like ghost claws, and his vitality faded.

　　 Settling down, the mind is in chaos, fear, doubt, unwilling... all kinds of emotions are mixed in one place, and with the last bit of strength, he shouted, "No..."

　　 In the next instant, his body suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest was violently up and down, and he was breathing heavily.

　　 In a panic, he hurriedly looked at the mattress under him, only to see a circle of water stains soaked in sweat. How could there be any pale ghost hands as small as a child?

　　 Then, he tossed and looked at his palm and the back of his hand several times, and they were all intact, with no trace of being drained of blood and turned into dry ghost claws.

　　 "Is it really a nightmare?"

Shen Luo looked around in a blank look, only to see that the doors and windows were all closed, and the furnishings in the house were not unusual. Even the rattan pillow that he used to sleep under his head was the usual rattan pillow, and the jade pillow was Quietly placed aside.

　　 He raised his hand and wiped a cold sweat on his forehead. For a while, his sleepiness disappeared, so he got up and lit a lamp, changed into a clean shirt, and sat down at the table.

　　 The moonlight is still visible outside the window, it seems it is late at night.

　　 Shen Luo recalled the scene in the nightmare, but still felt a little shocked. He took a ghost-expelling talisman like a ghost and put it on his body, saving a trace of mana.

　　 As the light on the talisman paper lit up, his eyes became hazy again. With his gaze turning, he looked at the corners of the room carefully.

　　 However, as soon as his eyes turned, his brows jumped suddenly.

　　 There is something weird in the room!

　　 He turned his eyes, and saw that from the roof to the void between the head of his bed, there were slender shadows hanging down, faintly flashing and blurry.

　　 If it weren't for him to be nervous at the moment, and his attention was too concentrated, he would never notice.

　　 Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly passed the lamp, wanting to see clearly.

　　 As a result, after the light moved past, what he could only see faintly, disappeared instead.

　　 Without hesitation, he blew out the oil lamp in one breath.

　　 As the light in the house extinguished, what was only looming before finally reappeared. It turned out to be a thin, hair-like, almost transparent light filament, all transmitted from the roof like rain.

Shen Luo's gaze followed the light all the way down, and I saw a layer of translucent light hung around the jade pillow on the bed, and the light that fell from above all fell on it, and there was nothing left. Absorbed in.

　　 "What is this..." Shen Luo was even more surprised, and stepped closer to the bed.

　　 approached, he lowered his head and glanced at the ghost-expelling charm sticking to his chest, and found that it hadn't burnt, and the weird light filaments hadn't struggled and twisted.

　　 "It looks like it doesn't look like something evil..." Shen Luo felt a little settled.

　　 He stretched out a palm, as if catching rainwater, stretched towards the almost transparent filaments, and the hazy white light immediately enveloped his palm.

　　 But then he discovered that the moment the light filaments fell into his palm, they penetrated his palm as if nothing, and continued to gather toward the jade pillow.

　　 But he didn't feel any discomfort in his palm, the light strands really seemed to be phantoms.

　　 Shen Luo subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the roof, and saw that the light filaments seemed to grow from the inside of the roof, and they fit very closely.

　　 With a thought, he picked up the jade pillow, opened the door and walked out.

　　 The moonlight outside the house is like water, and the surroundings are quiet, only the sound of insects screaming one after another.

Shen Luo carefully checked the surroundings and saw that apart from the snoring from the neighboring brothers’ room, he could no longer hear any human voices. He immediately tapped his toes on the ground, his stature was vertical, and his feet lightly landed on the second floor. On the roof of the building.

　　 He stood on the roof ridge, looked up at the sky, but saw the crystal clear light, chasing the jade pillow, like a waterfall hanging in the sky, seeming to be endless and endless.

　　'S sinking sight stayed in the night sky for a long time, and finally figured out the source of these crystal light filaments, unexpectedly projected from the sky full of stars.

　　 "What is the connection between this light silk and this jade pillow?" Shen Luo was puzzled.

　　 He had already slept for a while, and after he was awakened by a nightmare, he no longer felt sleepy. At this moment, he didn't feel that the sight of falling light was boring. He just kept holding the jade pillow and looked up at the stars.

　　 The light fell all night, and Shen Luo watched all night.

　　 It wasn't until the next morning, when the sun was about to rise and the sky was white, the light filaments falling from the starry sky gradually became scarce. When the sky really lights up, it disappears completely.

　　 Until the end, Shen Luo didn't notice anything unusual about the jade pillow, so he jumped off the roof holding the jade pillow, and returned to the house with a lot of doubts.

　　……

　　 At noon, after Shen Luo went to the Zhaitang for dinner, he walked to the back mountain.

　　 When no one was around, he immediately speeded up his pace and went straight to the hidden valley.

　　 sank to the shore of the shallow pool, jumped up, and plunged directly into the water.

　　 The shallow pool suddenly splashed with a large amount of water, and a sense of coolness suddenly surrounded him, making him feel more comfortable, as if the sleepiness that did not sleep in the middle of the night ~www.NovelMTL.com~ also disappeared at this moment.

　　 But he came here today, naturally, not to relieve fatigue, but to try another magic technique attached to the nameless technique, the magic of psychic service.

According to the classics, if someone has extraordinary talent in the art of psychic warfare, they will often be able to successfully psychic only by practicing the first unnamed technique, while if they are inferior in talent, they are likely to go all the way. After practicing five or six levels, they were unable to successfully psychic monsters.

　　 sinks into self-confidence, the first level of Wuming exercises can automatically achieve Consummation, perhaps his own talent is not bad, but because his nature is more hydrophilic, it appeared after encountering Wuming Tianshu.

　　 He walked to the center of the shallow pool, and after sitting down cross-legged, the pool was not deep or shallow, just buried to the chest level.

　　 After that, he closed his eyes and focused, while squeezing the method with his hands, while adjusting his breathing and breathing, he began to quietly operate the nameless exercises.

Not long after sinking into the dantian, there was a refreshing air that was transferred and started to circulate along the meridians in the body. There were also bursts of cold water spirits wandering around in the pool, converging towards him. Come.

　　 As his mind gradually emptied, his heart began to silently recite the mantra of psychic service, and all the movement around the valley suddenly began to become subtle.

At first, Shen Luo could still hear two or three bird chirps, and soon only the sound of wind passing through the gap in the forest could be heard, and then only the sound of insects and ants hung in the ground, and the fish in the pond were paddling the water. sound……

　　 Until the end, he could only hear the sound of the stream flowing slowly.

　　At the same time, Shen Luo's mind became empty, and his eyes closed slightly in darkness, as if the whole person had crossed the space and appeared in another piece of void...