Ye Qinghan had many dreams.
In fact, he had been dreaming since he entered this ghost place.
When he was first sucked in by the black hole of white mist in Luoshen Mountain, his body was seriously injured, a serious injury that almost killed him.
Fortunately, the magical air flow from the bronze ring on his left ring finger kept him alive and continued to treat his injuries.
It's just that my body was extremely weak during those few days, so I often fell asleep and dreamed.
His injuries have improved a lot in the past few days.
He can basically sit up and take a few steps occasionally.
But he still kept dreaming.
Some of these dreams were sweet, some were sad, some were angry, some were scary... all kinds of dreams kept shrouding him, constantly swirling in his mind.
He dreamed that his sister had been rescued, and Ye Qingyu's soft and frail figure appeared in front of him, calling "brother" affectionately.
He dreamed that he and Yue Qingcheng were having a wedding, and Yue Qingcheng's graceful and enchanting waist was constantly swaying and swaying on his body.
He dreamed of Xue Wuhen, and Xue Wuhen told him with a smile that he was living a good life now, and he would definitely let himself live a bad life.
He dreamed of Ye Tianlong, who told him that his father did not die accidentally, but was killed by someone. … All kinds of dreams filled his mind The sea seemed illusory at first, but then it slowly became real, and everything seemed to have really happened.
The sweet dreams made him intoxicated and refused to wake up.
The sad dreams made him heartbroken and inexplicably created a mentality that he did not want to live alone.
The angry dream filled his heart with endless killing intent, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him into pieces.
The fearful dream made him dare not open his eyes and believe that this was real.
He would rather stay in the dream forever and never wake up again...
Many times, he almost indulged in dreams, almost committed suicide in his dreams, almost lost his mind, and almost never woke up.
But every time when he was in the most danger, the bronze ring would release a stream of cool air in time, causing him to wake up immediately, sweating profusely, and being shocked.
He knew that this was not a dream, this was the psychedelic state of Luoshen Mountain.
The first level of Luoshen Mountain is the psychedelic realm.
A crazy fantasy that can make people die unconsciously.
However, he cannot avoid this kind of dream.
Every once in a while, he will automatically enter a dream, a dream that is like a real dream, and this dream seems to have an invisible magic power, making him fall involuntarily and immersed in it.
He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know that he would suddenly die in his dream that day...
Until one morning.
On this day, as usual, he practiced fighting spirit for a while , and walked a few steps in place to move his body.
He didn't dare to go far because there was a faint white mist everywhere, and he didn't know where there was danger or where there was a dead end.
Then he took out the few dry food and fresh water from his arms and ate some hastily.
There was not much fresh water and dry food, so he had to endure only eating a small amount every day to maintain the necessary nutrients for his body.
He didn't know how many more days he could hold on.
He didn't know if he would starve to death in Luoshen Mountain that day after running out of fresh water and dry food.
Maybe he would die in his dream that day.
Just when he was confused and devastated, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Are you Ye Qinghan?"
The sudden sound made Ye Qinghan's body tremble.
He looked around confusedly for a while, and then scratched his head.
He was a little confused.
It seemed that the illusion started a little early today.
In the past, it usually took another hour. will start.
So he shook his head and continued to ignore it.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and prepared to continue practicing for a while.
"Are you Ye Qinghan?"
The voice sounded again, which made Ye Qinghan a little impatient.
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He thought that this illusion was special.
Instead of a human figure, an inexplicable voice appeared, and he asked stupidly twice.
So he sighed and said: "Master I am Ye Qinghan, who are you?
" The voice paused for a moment and came again: "I am your ancestor!"
wipe!
Ye Qinghan stood up with a thump, and was angry, why are you talking about this psychedelic state in Luoshen Mountain?
Every time he changed his tricks, this time he actually pretended to be his ancestor, so he counterattacked unceremoniously: "You bastard, I am your ancestor..."
"I am really your ancestor Ye Ruoshui!"
"Fuck you, I am your ancestor.
Ye Ruoshui?
Who the hell are you lying to?
Ye Ruoshui has been dead for hundreds of years, and Bai Menman's fantasy world turned out to be such an idiotic fantasy this time, without any depth!
Change it!
Just one.”
"Um...how do I explain it to you?
Let me put it this way, you are not in an illusion now.
I am really Ye Ruoshui, I am not dead, and I am truly transmitting my message to you.
This is really not an illusion!"
"Okay, this is not an illusion, you are Ye Ruoshui, you are not dead, you are resurrected...
If you say this, ghosts will believe it..."
"Okay, if you don't believe it, then I will tell you in detail after you have experienced the fantasy!"
The sound suddenly stopped, came softly, and went away silently, as if it had never come before.
Ye Qinghan also felt inexplicable.
After sitting for a while, other inexplicable situations did not happen.
Only then did he have some faint doubts.
Could it be that it was not an illusion just now?
Only This idea was immediately rejected by him.
He knew that Ye Ruoshui, a famous patriarch of the Ye family for 500 years, had summoned the Holy Beast like him.
It's just...a figure from five hundred years ago jumped out at this time.
If you want others to believe that it is really him who is speaking, unless he is a ghost or a god.
Half an hour later, the first fantasy of the day came as promised.
The white fog in the sky slowly faded away, and the surrounding scene slowly turned into a scene of wild mountains.
A group of fire wolves behind him kept rushing toward him, and in front of him Five masked men dressed in black slowly appeared, and under the invisible influence of the scene, Ye Qinghan's eyes gradually turned blood red, and he exuded a cruel and bloodthirsty aura.
He took out the dagger in his hand and slowly walked towards the five people in front...
Half an hour later, the ground was filled with countless wolf corpses and the bodies of five men in black.
The wolf corpses and the bodies of the men in black began to fade away slowly.
The countless flowers and woods nearby began to slowly disappear, and the white mist slowly disappeared again.
Slowness enveloped this space.
But Ye Qinghan's eyes were still red, and he kept stabbing and slashing, seemingly unaware of fatigue.
More likely, he would stop only when he had no strength to wave the dagger in his hand, but at that moment he might really of death… The power of the psychedelic realm seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the white mist in the sky seems to be getting denser and thicker...