The great-grandson never went to Beijing.

It is true that for most Chinese people, there are too many channels and ways to know and know this place. Even if you haven’t been here, you can still dream of the environment here.

But it is impossible to dream of this orange cat.

The details of this cat are so obvious and clear, it is the one I was holding back.

It is a cat in the palace and an anchor for its memory.

Through it, Li Zhuiyuan was sure that this was not the great master’s dream, it should be his own.

Picking the cat up, Li Zhuiyuan took Ali down the steps.

The young man has had an extraordinary memory since he was a child. Although he cannot compare to the individual genius classmates he has seen, he can remember it by looking at it for a few more times.

What's more, he has been here for many days.

The damage on the steps and the gaps in the floor tiles below were all in line with the boss who sat there before.

Even if he didn't have the orange cat in his arms, when he walked here, Li Zhuiyuan would come to the same conclusion as before.

At present, we can only guess that it was the transportation ceremony that the great master had arranged for himself, exchanging his dreams for both of them.

This dream should be a reference, with profound meaning behind it.

But Li Zhuiyuan is not sure what it specifically symbolizes.

Also, where has the great master been?

The reason why the boy was afraid that the paper man would immediately enter when he first met the great master was that he was like last time, the Qing Dynasty zombies ran out first.

But after coming in, except for this cat, Li Zhuiyuan did not see the great master or the zombies.

In front of me, the huge area between Taihe Gate and Taihe Hall seemed empty, with only myself, Ali and a cat.

Just as Li Zhuiyuan was hesitating about which direction to look for next, a bell sound came from his ears.

"Dingling dingling dingling dingling—"

Along with the sound of bells, there is also a strong and pungent smell of sesame oil.

In an instant, a strong feeling of nausea came. Li Zhuiyuan felt colic in his abdomen and dizzy. He opened the orange cat in his arms. He squatted down by himself, and his breathing became extremely rapid.

A Li squatted down beside him, looking at him.

Compared to the severe discomfort at present, Li Zhuiyuan was even more shocked by the reasons for this intense discomfort.

Because no matter how annoying and choking it is, he should be able to bear it easily, no matter how annoying and choking it is.

After all, since he walked into the river, he has experienced countless more disgusting scenes, and his resistance and tolerance have been tempered to an extremely high level.

Furthermore, now I am entering here in a state of yin, and the discomfort in the body should not be transmitted so clearly.

The most important thing is that only I was affected, but A Li next to me had no reaction.

This means that this scenario causes not the present, but the post-traumatic stress disorder left by a certain experience in the past.

But the problem is that there is no such section in my memory.

While continuing to endure the pain, the boy quickly "takes" out the memory in his mind and reads it quickly. He is sure,

Those days were very ordinary. Li Lan brought herself here every morning and then brought herself home when Li Lan got off work.

He didn't have to go to Li Lan or the cafeteria for lunch, because Li Lan would put water in his small schoolbag in advance. Although there were endless tourists here, the armed police were standing guard everywhere. Moreover, Li Lan never worried that her son would be fooled by others.

The bell sounded at the place where I came in before, on that step, and was also the most frequent seating position I sat on during that period.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked back to the steps.

After walking up again, the sound of the bell became clearer, the smell of sesame oil became stronger, and Li Zhuiyuan's painful reaction was stronger.

But soon, the sound of the bell began to move, and the smell of sesame oil began to fade.

Avoiding pain is human instinct. Li Zhuiyuan is now overcoming this instinct and guiding it with the strength of his own pain.

Follow forward.

A Li did not advise him to give up, but just helped him silently.

In the past, Li Zhuiyuan could quickly overcome and bear the difficult environment, just like the last time he was in a high tower, but this time, he found that he could not adapt.

This proves that every pain has traces to follow in the past. What I am feeling is not a single pain, but a long painful experience.

He had walked here, turned here, went down steps here, and penetrated through this door. Every step he was extremely uncomfortable. Now he was walking the path he had walked.

But how is this possible? Why are these young men in my memory suddenly thinking of the wave of the dream ghost. After waking up from the dream, I also lost the memory of the dream. Although the important things seemed to have not been left behind, the specific scenes were still unable to be played.

Since you can encounter the things that your memories are erased after you leave the river, will you encounter them in your childhood?

No matter how smart I was at that time, I had no idea about the affairs of the Xuanmen. If memory was tampered with,

It's normal not to notice it.

But why is it here? Who has ever done this to himself?

Li Zhuiyuan gritted his teeth, and his figure continued to follow him, but forced himself to cheer up.

He began to listen to the tone of the bell and to identify the smell of the sesame oil.

Due to the nature of Li Lan's work at that time, he followed her to many venues and units when he was a child. As a common magic tool, bells can make different sounds with different textures and different crafts.

As for the taste of this sesame oil, it is even more particular. The ingredients and formulas of temples in different sects and the contributions of believers from different groups will cause differences in taste.

Soon, the image of a Tantric monk appeared in Li Zhuiyuan's mind.

The monk held a silver bell with a wrap over it, and the smell of sesame oil was emitting all over his body.

Jingli has always been a gathering place for sects, and the Qing Dynasty was the pinnacle of the feudal system. Rulers regarded sects as a means to strengthen rule. Many temples far away on the border have reduced reproductions here, and at the least they would lead their branches into it.

The boy remembered him.

He had stroked his head and held his hand to introduce himself to the long-standing instruments in the glass cabinet, but it was just a matter of meeting.

It turns out that I have seen him the second time.

He had come here, came behind him, and shook the bell against himself sitting there, and led him along the way.

I don’t know how long I had been away, but Li Zhuiyuan observed the changes in the surrounding palaces. He found that he had "followed" to the Zhenshun Gate of Ningshou Palace.

In the corner of the courtyard ahead, a well appeared, with white fences around it, the walls of the well were convex, and the wellhead was very narrow.

This is———Zhenfeijing.

During the two days when Li Lan first came here to work, she took her tour and explained Li Lan at that time when she took her to visit and explained it. She still retained her normal mother.

However, she probably noticed that as long as her son had seen him and heard him, she would remember him. She was too lazy to continue playing with him. Then she threw him into the palace and went to do her own business.

This well is particularly famous because Cixi ordered people to invest in Concubine Zhen. Many tourists who come to visit will come here to visit.

In fact, the wellhead at that time was very large, not as small as it is now. The wellhead is so narrow that it is impossible to penetrate it.

The seventy-four wells in the Jianguo harem have all been renovated for safety reasons. The wellheads that can be seen at present are actually well-pressing stones.

Why did I be brought here in the first place?

As soon as the question rose in my heart, Li Zhuiyuan was further aware of it.

"Puuu-"

The sound of falling water seemed to be heard in my ears, and then, a terrible sense of room and boundless despair rushed towards him like a tide.

Li Zhuiyuan knelt down and leaned up with his hands, instinctively trying to reach something.

All the pain that had been following along the way before seemed to have become a prelude to the rapid explosion at this moment!

"ah-"

Although Li Zhuiyuan is still out of the way, this feeling of drowning is so delicate and real. Although the rational memory is lost, the emotional things can be preserved.

But this feeling cannot be reflected on weekdays, and there is no way to find it. You can only wait until the corresponding environment to be triggered again.

I have fallen into this well once.

No,

It was not because I had fallen down. At that time, I could not move the stone and combine the sound of bells and the smell of sesame oil. I had been thrown into this mouthful.

The terrible torture continues, and the most desperate thing is that you don’t know when it will end.

Li Zhuiyuan's vision began to blur. He seemed to be able to see that A Li was constantly shaking herself, with concern in her eyes.

But gradually, A Li's figure became blurred and her surroundings became dim.

In the dim environment, lights are on, and the lights are faintly reflected, reflecting something, like a card sign paper.

The original location of Ali turned into a white palace figure. She was also standing upright at the bottom of the well, with one leg standing upright and one leg bent.

Before the Eight-Nation Alliance arrived, Cixi ordered people to throw Concubine Zhen into the well before escaping Beijing. A year later, Cixi returned to Beijing and asked someone to salvage Concubine Zhen out of the well. In other words, Concubine Zhen had been soaked in this well for more than a year.

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan saw the blurred white figure and began to lean towards him on his own initiative.

After getting closer at an equal distance, she raised her arms, grabbed her neck with both hands.

But she didn't want to strangle herself to death, but she pinched her and started pulling her back.

It seemed like I wanted to take myself away, but I didn't move.

But the next moment, with the white figure retreating, Li Zhuiyuan saw with his own eyes that "he" was captured by her.

A, the same self.

Soon, an even more incredible scene appeared. He saw the "self" who was captured and was also looking at him.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and found that there were still a pair of white and creepy hands around his neck.

The two "self" present a strange symmetrical mirror image at this time.

Finally, with a "slam" sound that did not exist, it seemed to surface.

Li Zhuiyuan began to breathe heavily, just like himself, he had done this.

Suddenly, the smell of sesame oil became stronger and an incredibly psychedelic feeling came.

The eyelids suddenly became heavy and heavy, and the consciousness gradually fell into it.

At the same time, the conversation came:

"Has it succeeded?"

"Master Li, you asked me to help your son eliminate the inner demon, but I have never seen the existence of the inner demon in your son's body."

"He has it, right under his skin, I'm sure."

"I didn't see the inner demon unless the inner demon Li said was your son himself."

"Did it succeed?"

"Failed."

"as a result of."

"According to your previous description of Mr. Li, if you have another patient with the same condition as a reference.

Your son's condition will be stimulated by the failure seal, which will erupt earlier, stronger and more difficult to deal with than her."

"Yeah, I get it."

"I will help him erase this memory of the failure of the seal and try not to stimulate his condition as much as possible. Although, according to the Central Plains, this is called a drop in the bucket, but it is better than nothing."

"Sealing his memory has nothing to do with his condition. I just want to hear him call me a few more years."

"Master Li, I'd better check it out for you."

"No need, you can't even deal with my son, and I won't let you waste my time."

"Yes, I am ashamed."

The conversation disappeared.

All the discomfort completely faded at this moment.

Li Zhuiyuan supported the ground with both hands and gasped heavily.

A Li stared at the boy, and she saw the coldness in the boy's eyes.

The boy slowly clenched his fists while holding the ground.

If Li Lan was just taking various strange methods to treat himself in advance, he would understand.

But now, he found that Li Lan was not only treating her illness, but she regarded herself as an experimental subject.

She was using herself to "test the medicine" to determine whether it was effective and useful to herself.

This does conform to her style of conduct and the rational style of their mother and son.

She should have discovered that the normal child she wanted to give birth was the same disease as hers.

The newborn self could not hide her eyes at all. What's more, at first, he felt that his mother should like smart and sensible children like other parents, so he would deliberately show his extraordinary intelligence to win the favor of his mother.

For her, since she failed to give birth to a normal child to become her sustenance for consolidating her human skin, she should take it out as much as possible as possible.

No wonder, my condition broke out earlier and more serious than Li Lan. You are really my good mother.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and walked towards the Zhenfei Well.

Now, he knew what was in the well and understood the meaning of this dream.

Li Zhuiyuan stood by the wellhead. Although he knew what he would see next, he still lowered his head and looked into the well.

In the well, what is reflected in the water is a face that is exactly the same as yourself, the same expression, and the same cold eyes.

Ali walked over, held his hand, and looked down.

At the same time, Ali's face also appeared on the water surface.

The Tantric monk wanted to help him suppress the inner demons.

But he failed.

The reason for the failure is very simple, Li Zhuiyuan has no inner demon.

As the monk said, if you insist on saying that there is, you are yourself and the demon of the inner world.

After entering the Xuanmen, Li Zhuiyuan read a lot of books, some of which are conducive to current growth and must be read;

Some books have no practical value, just trying to explore their own illness through them.

Now he is proficient in formations, Feng Shui, puppet techniques, Ayou's Yin Shen was tamed by him, and Binbin's resentful baby was sealed by him.

Therefore, when examining himself with what he had learned, he knew very well that he had no inner demons, no personality splits, had not been lived by evil cults, and had not been reincarnated as a reincarnation. This disease was so pure that it could not be purer.

The records of the books and traces of words left by Wei Zhengdao also fully confirm this point, because with Wei Zhengdao's ability, if it is really caused by one of the above reasons, it would be too simple to solve the problem.

People like them are born freaks.

It looks like a piece of terrifying black jade. When it was just born, it was dug out, and the surface was covered with soil.

As you grow up, impurities in the epidermis will gradually fall off, and the so-called disease attack is nothing more than the time for it to fall off, revealing your true self.

It is actually a kind of happiness to be cured if you have a disease, but if this disease is the most normal state for you?

"Ali, the one below is me.

I was once sealed here and failed, but the sequelae of failure has always existed, and it is constantly aggravating the worsening of my condition.

The great-grandson transferred this dream away through the transfer formation, which is equivalent to the fact that for so long, the great-grandson has been helping me suppress my medical condition.

No, to be precise, it was the great-grandson who helped me stop the further deterioration.

The recovery of my condition and my changes are the result of my own efforts."

The reason for explaining this is because Li Zhuiyuan doesn't want A Li to misunderstand that he is the girl's window, and he has to tell the girl that he has been working hard.

The deterioration factor of the condition was transferred by the great master, but the condition was still the same. There were obvious changes in the current self and the past self, which were all the result of his own initiative to "recover".

"I suspect that it is because I am walking in the river, or because I am getting stronger and stronger, and the things I involve are getting heavier. In short, the great master can no longer help me suppress it, and I can't watch the great master continue to suffer for me.

I didn't know it before, but now that I know it, it's impossible to pretend to be stupid anymore.

Now, I want to bring back this dream.

I know that the consequences of doing so will cause my condition to suddenly worsen and worsen, but I am not afraid.

Because I have improved, I have felt the solid skin on my face, and I have felt this beauty.

So, even if the condition is serious all of a sudden, I have the confidence to come out again.

The road I have walked once, but when I walk the second time, it is not that difficult to walk.

Ali, thank you for your hard work."

The girl nodded.

She understood because she could empathize.

For some people, seeing the light and returning to darkness is a torture; but for some people, seeing the light and eye clear can give them greater courage to get out of darkness again.

Li Zhuiyuan made this choice mainly because he wanted to help the great master get rid of his own pain, and secondly because if he wanted to completely cure his illness, he had to make his illness complete.

Just like a child learning to ride a bike, the great man grabbed the back seat with both hands to help him maintain balance, and it seemed that he was riding.

But if you really want to learn thoroughly, your hands holding the rear seat must be released.

The great-grandson has helped him with him for a long time. Now, it’s time to let the great-grandson rest.

Li Zhuiyuan squatted down at the side and leaned down with his hands.

The self in the reflection on the water was also doing the same movement.

The water level in the well began to rise, and the distance between you and the self at the other end was gradually getting closer.

The fingertips of both sides contacted a point like this.

The next moment, both sides suddenly grabbed the hands together.

I don’t know if he caught the other party or the other party caught him. Li Zhuiyuan felt a moment of dizziness, and the self in the wellhead was gradually fading.

At this moment, the voice of the Tantric monk came from the wellhead.

"Child, your mother is gone.

I left this sentence in your memory, and I don’t know if you will hear it in the future.

Only by being ruthless without love, without any worries can we be great freedom. We have been seeking the emptiness gate throughout our lives but cannot get it. And you were originally a Bodhi Sect in the emptiness gate, so why did you get dust?

If you hear this, it proves that you and I are destined to be together, and I am waiting for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a neat sound of jumping steps came from afar. Every step fell, and the surrounding palaces were trembling.

The zombies are coming.

Li Zhuiyuan immediately looked at A Li and said to her, "Go away quickly and leave this dream!"

A Li did not hesitate, let go of the hand that grabbed the boy and ran towards the side door on the other side. Her figure disappeared, and Li Zhuiyuan stood there. It was not that he didn't want to leave, but that he couldn't walk away, because the handover of this dream had not been completed yet.

Rows of zombies wearing Qing official robes jumped in.

Their new official robes and rich household spirit mean that they are not wild, but are raised and cultivated.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered the lamps and the tablets behind the lamps that he had seen in the darkness of the ground, and the tablets all represented a zombie.

They were the preparations that they tried to seal themselves. To be precise, the Tantric monk originally planned to separate out his inner demons and use the zombie household energy as the array eye to suppress the inner demons.

But because the beginning was wrong, the subsequent arrangement method was not used.

However, they were indeed left in their dreams.

No wonder the great man was chased by the zombie after taking over his dream. When the master of the dream changed, these zombie people had new goals.

But while chewing on the words left by the monk at the end, combined with so many zombies entering the scene, Li Zhuiyuan, who was deeply inviting the formation, saw the purpose of the other party hiding underwater:

If you successfully separate your inner demon, what the other party wants is not only to suppress the inner demon, but also to control the inner demon to influence yourself.

Since you said I have a fate with you, I will come to visit you in the future!

Soon, a large number of zombies gathered around Li Zhuiyuan. They formed a circle, raised their arms high, and spit out corpse air at Li Zhuiyuan from their mouths.

At this time, the figure reflected on the saliva surface finally disappeared, and this dream was taken back by Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand, intending to expel these households and then break their siege. Now he can even easily suppress these zombies back.

But as soon as the boy raised his hand, a strong sense of peeling immediately emerged from his heart.

He hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time. In the past, he has only felt a kind of overcoming discomfort.

This is the feeling of a complete outbreak of the disease, the urge to completely fall off the human skin and to clean up all the irrelevant things.

"Are you going to come out again? Then this time, I'll let you come out."

Surrounded by a group of zombies, the boy gave up his resistance and slowly lowered his head towards the wellhead.

East House.

Ali sat up from the bed.

Liu Yumei turned her head and looked over, wonderingly: "What's wrong?"

The old lady looked up again and looked at the time. It was still early to get up and dress up.

Ali got out of bed, and she walked to the door barefoot in white pajamas, pulled the door out, pushed it open, and walked out.

Liu Yumei opened her mouth, wanting to remind her granddaughter that it was not appropriate to see Xiaoyuan in this way, but the old lady immediately realized something, got up, walked to the door, and watched her granddaughter's figure sink into the building.

The old lady lowered her head and looked at the threshold below her feet. She was hesitating whether to go out now.

It’s not that she is concerned about whether she will encounter a backlash from her fortune when taking action at Li Sanjiang’s family, nor is she concerned about the cause and effect of leaving. She is afraid that she will not only not be able to help but also have bad things after she goes out now?

After all, the scenes of today's night were arranged by Xiaoyuan himself, and there must be his own self-righteousness. If he takes action rashly, there is a risk of disrupting the child's layout.

Liu Yumei pursed her lips, but did not step out of the threshold, but sat down on it.

An old lady who has been used to being elegant all her life rarely has such a down-to-earth attitude.

She was waiting. If she really needed her own help, even if Xiaoyuan didn't shout, her granddaughter would find a way to notify her.

Liu Yumei tapped the door of the house with her fingertips.

She knew that after this movement, Ali and Ating, who lived in the south end of the east room, would also be ready immediately.

Finally, the old lady looked at the bottom of the bed.

There was a sword box under the bed, and there was a sword in it.

But sometimes, bright opponents are better dealt with, and if something goes wrong with yourself, it is often more difficult.

"This kid has a sense of sensibility, it's okay."

A Li, who had finished walking in the dark state, just came out of the east house, entered the building, and arrived at the second floor, and happened to see the young man walking out of Li Sanjiang's room.

The boy saw her, but there was no color in his eyes, and even his eyes did not stop.

Seeing her is like seeing her.

The boy pushed open the door of his room and walked in.

Ali entered with him.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the desk, stroked his fingertips across the book placed on it, and took out a book called "Records of the Monsters of the Rivers and Lakes".

Li Zhuiyuan had actually finished reading these books a long time ago, and he did not place the full set of "Jianghu Monster Records" here. The reason why he chose this book to be within reach of his desk was because one word in this book had been modified.

Wei Zhengdao is one by one.

I remember that after Li Sanjiang completed the transfer ceremony that night, he fell into a coma. After waking up the next day, I found that the book had been revised.

At that time, I suspected that this was probably done by myself without consciousness.

The facts prove that this is true. Looking back at the past with the current eyes, even if Li Sanjiang's fortune is not included, just because Liu Yumei, Qin Li and Liu Ting live here, it is impossible for a thief to come in.

Li Zhuiyuan remembered now that after the fortune ceremony that night, Li Sanjiang became drowsy, as if he was drunk.

It was him who helped Li Sanjiang to lie back on the bed.

Although this old man prevented himself from returning to his most self-important state, he still had to keep his stupid human skin.

But he could vaguely feel that the old man seemed to have also shared something extremely precious to him at the same time.

At that time, I didn’t know what this was because I was not getting started.

I just think it is very cost-effective to exchange it for a longer period of human skin and it is in my own interests.

Of course I know now that this is good luck.

A good thing that can be encountered but hard to find, even the Dragon King family has to lie dormant here, just seeking a little bit of it.

That night, after returning to his room, I read "The Legend of the Concubines of the Jianghu".

Someone has blocked and blocked things, and the speed of understanding things has been much slower. He just vaguely noticed something wrong, but he could not see the true meaning expressed between the lines of the author of the book.

Although the book is full of "destroyed by the right path", it expresses a kind of joke about the rules of the way of heaven, and it also contains ridicule that makes the other party unable to do anything to him.

This is a very smart person. He was playing a very dangerous game in his era. It seems that he was playing very well.

Unfortunately, he is a long-standing figure and is already dead.

No, if someone who can write this book or who can laugh at the rules of the law of heaven, if he wants to live, he should be able to find loopholes that can survive.

This was my thought at that time.

Li Zhuiyuan now certainly knows who Wei Zhengdao is, and also knows that he is his patient.

Li Zhuiyuan gently touched the words he had modified again, murmured:

"You are actually pursuing suicide, it's so stupid and short-sighted."

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan turned his head and looked at the girl who entered his room.

Li Zhuiyuan is now Li Zhuiyuan himself.

He now recalled the memory of that night, and still remembered that after reading the book and modifying the word, he pulled the thread ring that symbolized his continued life when he went to bed.

The reason why I lost my memory that night was that I was unable to connect with the "self" at that time and was not qualified to inherit and continue the thinking logic in the self-memory. In order to prevent myself from waking up, I deliberately forgot this memory.

Now that I have recovered from my own state, that memory is naturally recovered again.

Li Zhuiyuan touched the written words with his fingertips. In this way, the same is true for his "lost memory" in the wave of Dream Ghost.

It should have been Wei Zhengdao who deliberately helped him erase it, because in that dream memory, there was too much in-depth involvement with Emperor Shandu and the turtle. Only by forgetting that memory is the best way to protect yourself.

In the future, after your strength and fate are further improved, you can regain the lost memories like you are now.

Li Zhuiyuan opened the book without words. In that page of the picture, "Evil Book" is still a white bone.

The boy rubbed his fingers gently in the picture.

The picture changed, and it raised its head and looked at the boy.

A bone-shaped face can actually express a look of horror.

Oh, do you realize that the people who read books are different now?

Li Zhuiyuan knew what it wanted. He wanted blood, essence and blood, and could give it to it. Then he used blood to rub the painting where it was located, and rubbed the second and third pages on this wordless book.

In this way, will the efficiency of deduction be improved immediately?

I was worried about its rebellion, but it had been sealed into a wordless book. How could it go if it was tossed?

There is the old lady living here. If something happens, just throw the book to her. She has the responsibility of the Dragon King Party and will definitely take care of it.

If it really doesn't work, I can still throw it to the person in Taolin, a fool, who finally thought of suppressing himself to death.

Bai followed Wei Zhengdao for a fight, and lying there and waiting to die and not use it would be a waste.

As for the appropriate essence and blood, Li Zhuiyuan once again set his eyes on A Li.

Her blood is definitely what The Evil Book wants.

Anyway, her eyes were all about herself. She would give her whatever she asked for. She would definitely be willing to give her some blood every day.

But Liu Ting was good at medical theory and was afraid that she would find a way to help the girl hide after the blood loss.

No, there is no need to hide it. As long as the girl is willing, Liu Ting has no choice but to the old lady can't stop it.

This Dragon King Party should not have been inherited. I have never been to the old house and have never taken the things. Instead, I have been carrying so many causes and effects, and so many locks of the Dragon King inheritance.

People like me should learn from Wei Zhengdao, and walk quietly without worrying about anything else. In this way, even the way of heaven can control me much smaller.

However, since the wrong decision has been made, in order to ensure the maximization of benefits in the future, we still have to continue to perform.

Since they are willing to die for themselves and sacrifice for the so-called Dragon King inheritance, they will leave the future wave to them and let them help them easily survive the wave at the cost of their lives.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at A Li again and said:

"Ali, give it to me-

Li Zhuiyuan was so comfortable that the word "blood" could not be said.

Not only that, a strong feeling of discomfort appeared on his body, and he opened his mouth and looked a little painful.

Similar experiences were often seen before, and every time I made a choice that was contrary to my rationality, I felt physical discomfort.

Unexpectedly, it can be reversed now.

Why can't I use her blood? She is my material, this is her value!

I need to race against time now, and I want to deduce the team formation before the next wave comes!

"Ali, give it to me-"

Try again, but fail again.

In addition to pain, Li Zhuiyuan's face also had a hint of anger.

No, angry, why do I have such stupid emotions as anger?

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, left the chair, and walked to the large mirror in the closet.

He looked painful outside the mirror, but he was very calm and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you cutting with me?"

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan's face, as if he knew something extremely absurd.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are me, I am you-no, I am the real us. We are one, and there is no inner demon at all."

Ali came over. From her perspective, Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror was exactly the same as Li Zhuiyuan in reality.

There is no difference.

But for no reason, she felt intimate and familiar with the boy in the mirror.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to mutter to himself in front of the mirror:

"Don't waste your energy. Li Lan has lost, and Wei Zhengdao has no choice but to do with this disease.

Even though you know it is a failure, what are you still struggling with?

Are you unwilling to accept it, or regret?

These are all very low-level human emotions.

We can clearly pursue something higher, farther and more interesting.

Didn’t it deliberately target us because of Wei Zhengdao’s predecessor?

Wei Zhengdao was a failure because he finally thought about committing suicide.

We are not.

We can do more ruthlessly and more exaggeratedly than Wei Zhengdao!”

Li Zhuiyuan tried hard to persuade him, but the smile on the corner of his mouth in the mirror was even more intense.

Li Zhuiyuan outside the mirror also raised his hand blankly, reflecting on what he had just said and tone:

"No, why, why am I so emotional?"

In the next room.

Li Sanjiang woke up from his dream. His calf suddenly became cramped because he had kicked too many times in his dream.

"hiss-"

Li Sanjiang immediately got off the bed in pain, trying to straighten the cramped leg.

But after getting out of bed, his steps became weak and he lost his balance. He knelt down several steps and fell to the ground with a "bang".

This fall, he fainted directly.

And the position where he lay down was the area where he drew the transport formation.

Li Sanjiang, who was confused, came to a familiar place again.

"Come again?"

Li Sanjiang looked helpless. This dream became more and more outrageous. From doing it every few days to doing it every day, now it has become doing it twice a day?

"Hey, where is the zombie?"

Li Sanjiang didn't feel happy to see the zombies.

Because the most terrifying thing about zombies is not when they appear, but when you don’t know when they will appear.

This is just like the ghost movies he had watched with Runsheng before. The sound effects before the ghost appeared and the atmosphere were the most heart-wrenching. On the contrary, after the ghost came out, it was like that.

Li Sanjiang decided to look for them, at least he had to know where they had shrunk.

As I searched, Li Sanjiang was really found.

He poked his head out of Zhenshun Gate.

"Ha, you're all here!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Sanjiang let out a scream of surprise. The one who was surrounded by a group of zombies and vomited black air was not his Xiaoyuanhou?

At this moment, even though he knew that this was a dream, even if Xiaoyuanhou in the dream was in danger, Li Sanjiang would go to save him without hesitation.

Li Sanjiang jumped out and shouted to the zombies:

"Hey, we're all in line, come with me!"

In the middle of the stagnant house, Li Zhuiyuan, who was about to use his means to isolate the house energy and proceed to the next step, raised his head strangely.

Shouldn’t the great master have woken up?

Why did you get into your dream again?

But as the great master shouted "one, two, one, two, one" he took the zombies away in an orderly manner.

Li Zhuiyuan, who was already smiling at the corner of his mouth, couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha-"

"Hahaha-"

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing in front of the wardrobe, looked at himself in the mirror, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

The anger in his heart also rose more and more.

He should be angry, but he is even more angry that he is actually angry!

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "Okay, you're out and breathing too. Now, you can go back."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the closet: "What are you talking nonsense? What do you rely on? Let me go back, I am the real me."

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "I have found a new treatment method, I want to try it."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the wardrobe: "What method?"

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "Inner Demon."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the wardrobe: "Haha, you know very well that there is no such thing as inner demon between us."

"Now it's there." Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror pointed at himself: "You are right, we are one, and there is no such thing as a demon between us. But now, I take the initiative to recognize you as the main body and voluntarily turn myself into a demon!"

The next moment,

Li Zhuiyuan's body began to tremble violently in front of the wardrobe.

He did not expect that the person actually took this method to cut himself off. Without the inner demon, he would give up his body to become the inner demon.

"How much do you hate yourself!"

Li Zhuiyuan in the mirror: "I heard all your thoughts just now. Such you, such 'me' makes me feel disgusted."

"Do you think you can suppress me? Your approach will only make it easier for me to completely strip you out!"

"You try."

Li Zhuiyuan in front of the wardrobe opened his right hand, blood mist began to rise, ceramic ribbons appeared, and the formation began to appear.

At this time, the girl who had been standing beside her grabbed his right hand.

"What are you going to do?"

The girl's eyes were staring at the boy, and at the same time, her nails slowly pierced into the boy's palm.

The last time the girl did this, she saw the scars left by the boy's palm due to self-harm.

Li Zhuiyuan wanted to pull her away, but he found that whenever he wanted to take action to hurt her, he would stop naturally.

Just like before, when he wanted her to donate blood to herself, the word "blood" could not be said.

Inner Demon, Inner Demon, Inner Demon·———

It's indeed a demon.

Because he found that he was really affected and bewitched.

The control of the body and the initiative of consciousness are gradually being separated.

"When I wake up next time, you will no longer be me, and I will be able to remove you more easily, because you have already fallen into depravity, and I am the essence."

However, the moment before being suppressed, he raised his hand, and he wanted to test the girl's strength.

This is very important for him in the future, because the girl has always been a member of her team, and the most important one.

His hand waved.

The girl just continued to stare at him, her nails embedded in her palms, without any intention of avoiding them.

Li Zhuiyuan was desperate. He knew that he could not test it out because the girl firmly believed that he would not hurt her.

The waved hand fell from the edge of the girl's hair.

The boy closed his eyes and fell backwards.

"Ouch--"

Li Sanjiang got up from the tiles, and the back of his head felt a little painful. Then, because he slept on the hard and cold tiles all night, his back was sore.

Next door room.

Li Zhuiyuan, lying on the bed, opened his eyes.

His expression was a little numb and his eyes were full of chaos.

The experience of last night was like an extremely long dream, which made him unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality at this moment.

At this moment, it was almost a habitual way, the boy lying on the bed turned his head.

He saw a girl in a red dress standing at the drawing table and drawing.

The girl noticed that he had woken up and turned to look over.

What she saw with her was the morning sunshine.

A brilliance appeared in the boy's eyes.
Chapter completed!