Duanmu Yawang knows how to solve the magic array, and can come and go freely in the room and on the street.

The next day, she and the old man continued to go to Wuzhi Street. The two of them walked the whole long street, so they came to a conclusion: this Wuzhi Street, together has No. 98 Quality house.

This quality house No. 98 is from the quality house No. 3 to the quality house No. 100.

No. 1 quality house and No. 2 quality house are not seen in the ranking.

The two even ran away from the alley, only to find that apart from the dark houses on the alley, they did not have the slightest popularity, nor did they find the first and second quality houses.

The two of them came back after several hours.

When she fell asleep that night, she had a nightmare. In the nightmare, it was a magnificent fighting scene, with mountains and seas everywhere, blood flowing into rivers.

The sound of heart-piercing screams, crying, and the sound of various sharp weapons passing through the flesh and tearing the flesh, the sound is really real, Duanmu Yawang's scalp numbs and heart palpitations in her dream.

After a while, Lan Chengche, Mu Feng, and Mu Qingchen appeared in a flash. The three looked at her and smiled lightly at her, their smiles are unparalleled. Suddenly, the beautiful faces of the three people began to become distorted in her sight, as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, they kept tearing and crashing, turning into a pile of burnt meat...

The little white deer turned into a cute little elk, and ran towards her with big clear eyes. There was a flame on the way, and only a scratch of black soil was left.

The picture flashed, the Huo Fei in his youth, and the sharp Gong Yulan, the two people were surrounded by dark people, and the black smoke seemed to be a cloud of poisonous gas, which flooded the two of them layer by layer... …

Do not……

Do not!

She wanted to wake up from her dream, but to no avail.

The nightmare was repeated all night.

So the next day, the old man and the man woke up to look for her. Seeing that she had been silent, they pushed the door and came in to look for her.

But when she heard her shortness of breath and panting in panic, the two called her, but did not see her answering. They approached her and saw that she seemed to be the author of a nightmare. Her body was trembling, her whole body was trembling, and her black robe was almost Soaked in cold sweat.

"Wake up!"

The old man stretched out his hand to shake her up, but it didn't help. Seeing this, the old man knew that she was probably not simply having a nightmare.

He stretched out his hand to breathe her for a while, and saw that her pulse was weak and sweaty, but her body seemed to be hollowed out one night, his face changed a little, and he quickly squeezed her wrist and gave her his aura. Transported past.

The man looked at him, a little worried: "Old gentleman, what happened to the benefactor?"

He called the old man the old man and Duanmu Yawang the benefactor, and he did not call the two by their names. He wanted to know the identities of the two, but one of them was his elder and the other was his benefactor. Neither of them asked his identity name, so he naturally couldn't ask them rashly.

"I don't know, I thought it was a nightmare, but it doesn't seem to be that simple." When the old man said, seeing Duanmu Yawang's body still trembled, increasing the spiritual power she conveyed.

"Well, how should this be good?" The man came from a family of medical skills and naturally understood medical skills. He was eager to try: "Old gentleman, how about let the junior give the benefactor's pulse?"

The old man said nothing.

The man didn't dare to speak immediately.

After half an hour, the old man's spiritual power lost beyond his tolerance, his old face was pale, and Duanmu Yawang's situation finally got better.

Dai Duanmu Yawang's situation improved, the old man shook weakly while standing, and the man hurriedly went over to help him: "Old gentleman, are you okay?"

"No."

The old man responded, collected the spiritual energy in his hand, and ordered: "Go down and ask the shopkeeper and Miss Snow muscle to come up. By the way, bring up two buckets of water and the dry towel."

"Huh? Me?" As long as he thinks of the dark stairs, he feels a little bad. He actually didn't dare to walk that staircase...

The old man glanced at him, "Not happy?"

"No, no, I will go here."

The man ran out in a hurry.

The old man looked at Duanmu Yawang on the bed, lifted the light gauze on her face and took a look. He saw that her face was blue and white, and her lips were blue and black. He sighed and gently covered her with the black gauze. .

The man's medicine was not very good, and his work was not very effective. He went downstairs to invite someone, but he couldn't invite anyone up for more than half an hour. The old man looked at Duanmu Yawang and couldn't help but stand up and go downstairs.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the shopkeeper Sekkisei and the man walked in with a lot of things each. Seeing the old man's dignified face, the shopkeeper frowned: "The little boy is in bad condition?"

"Yes."

The old man stood up and looked at the shopkeeper deeply, "Could you please let me see what's going on?"

"Can."

When the shopkeeper said, he walked over, reached out and pinched Duanmu Yawang's wrist, and gave Duanmu Yawang a visit with aura. This probe, I don't know what was detected, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, surprise was replaced with solemnity.

He let go, and the old man asked hurriedly: "How is it?"

"In the nightmare."

"Magic nightmare? Nightmare? What's the difference?"

"Nightmare is just a dream, and suddenly it's obsessed, understand?"

Obsessed...

The old man looked at the shopkeeper and said in a deep tone: "Why is she obsessed? I don't believe that she just slept for a while and then became obsessed."

"Sleep, of course you won't be possessed, but why can't you guess why she is possessed?"

The old man remembered what the shopkeeper had said during the Jie Demon Array-Wuji Street couldn't tolerate anyone who could escape their control casually.

Can't tolerate it, so... Are you starting to shoot now?

The shopkeeper glanced at the old man, and when he saw him, he would get through. There was no need to prompt, and he sighed, "I said, you shouldn't live here again. It's the business to leave here."

Wuji Street cannot tolerate anyone who can walk outside the rules of Wuji Street!

"None of us are good people. How could we come here if something happened?" The old man said coldly: "Since the task has not been completed, how can we talk about leaving?"

The shopkeeper smiled, with a sarcasm: "In order to complete the task, even if you take your own lives, you will not hesitate?"

"We cherish our lives, but it's useless to say more now."

Except for the old man's complexion, he was still very calm. He just wanted to know: "How to solve the nightmare?"

"It's not easy to understand." The shopkeeper's face changed, and the whole person became serious.

"It's not unsolvable." The old man said.

"That's right, but it's not as simple as you think. The nightmare can save people's will and strength without seeing a drop of blood."

The old man pondered for a moment, and it became clear, "You mean, she can only rely on herself?"

"You can say that."