Zhou Fan threw the materials that he could not tell the difference into the talisman circle, and the dim blood light emitted by the talisman array immediately swallowed the materials.

This devourment is very fast, just like the materials have been removed.

The cold wind blew out from the black and red talisman array. Even Zhou Fan, who was not afraid of the coldness of the wind and snow, felt a chill, and the chill seemed to spread from the bottom of his heart.

The cold wind was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a cold wind whistling in the woods, but these two winds could clearly distinguish the difference.

As for why this is the case, it is difficult for him to explain clearly.

The wind in the talisman array gradually dyed the color and turned black and red. It rushed left and right in the talisman array, trying to get out of trouble.

The black, red and cold wind derives various ghost phantoms. It rotates, and the ghost phantoms are growing. A small lineup of talismans accommodates tens of thousands of ghost phantoms.

All kinds of disgusting ghost phantoms made Zhou Fan, who was looking directly at them, feel the human soul tingling faintly.

He sat cross-legged, his face was solemn, his hands formed a magic seal, and a dark flame rune appeared on his eyebrows, and a dark flame rune appeared on his cheeks. He closed his eyes.

The wind in the talisman array became more and more fierce, and cracks appeared in the black and red barrier of the talisman array. The crack sounded, and the black and red barrier was broken like a mirror. The black and red wind was rotating, and it generated countless ghost shadows wandering in the woods. The entire wild woods were full of ghost shadows and the ghost sounds were whistling.

The little sister had already run away from the woods. Xiao Kun poked her little head out of the dog's hair. Looking at the wild woods covered by the black and red wind, she murmured to herself: "Oh no, I forgot to let the master write a suicide note..."

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His headache was split, just like his head was separated by an axe. When the headache continued, he seemed to sink into the cold water, floating in the water frozen into the bone marrow, and could never rise from the water.

These two feelings were tormenting him, making him feel as if he had passed ten thousand years.

When he opened his eyes, two completely different memories poured into his head, and he seemed to have two different lives.

He sat up on the bed, his head was drowsy and a little tingling. He was digesting two different memories. After a while, he realized that one memory was real and the other was a false memory of dreaming.

He remembered that he was Zhou Fan. Is this a dream brought by the power of the ghost dream?

When Zhou Fan thought this way, he began to look at the room.

On the other side of the bed is a wooden table with candlesticks on it, half-body, water cup, and a small bookshelves, with several thick books on it.

A mahogany double door wardrobe is placed next to the wall at the end of the bed.

There was a dark gray sky outside the window in front of the wooden table, which made the room look a little dim.

The false dream memory told him that he was the son of the owner of the house. The owner of the house, his parents, had gone out to work, and he was the only one left at home.

This familiar room layout and memory made Zhou Fan stunned.

He remembered that this was where, what kind of dream it was.

When he was in the cold weather, he once returned with Yan. Li Jiuyue and the others entered a place called Bihu Villa to perform a mission. Unexpectedly, it was those masked people... that is, the trap set by Qianwu Alliance, and they encountered Mengmu.

Dream Ou will make people fall into a nightmare. He promised Rouge to use dream catcher to catch the dream Ou. This is the first nightmare he experienced when he was dragged into a nightmare by Dream Ou.

In other words, the first nightmare he experienced in the ghost dream power overlapped with the nightmare of Mengou. Perhaps because of this, his memory was revived.

"Is this the will of heaven in the dark?" Zhou Fan thought in surprise. If it weren't for the dark gold hexahedral, he wouldn't have experienced the nightmare he had again.

While he was thinking, he felt that his eyelids could not be raised and he wanted to sleep, so he lay down. If he remembered correctly, there should be a strange shaking sound in the room.

There were two chords in the room soon.

As expected, Zhou Fan just opened his eyes calmly, sat up, and lay down again. He didn't want to break the progress of the dream, because things might get out of control. He decided to do it just like he had experienced the dream before.

After the sound of Dododododododododododododododo, he also asked, "Who is it?"

He got out of bed and looked at the bottom of the bed, and of course there was no thing under the bed.

After five times of duow, the wardrobe shook for a while. Zhou Fan walked to the table and picked up the candlestick, walked towards the wardrobe, and opened the wardrobe, and there was no need for anything in the wardrobe.

He pretended to open the door and leave. The door opened as easily as before. He looked back at the half-body realm. There was nothing in the mirror and he couldn't reflect him.

But he was not panicked at all, everything was expected.

After looking at the mirror, he raised his head.

At some point, countless dense broken hands appeared on the ceiling, crawling with them. The pale and bloodless broken hands were tapping the wooden ceiling from time to time, making a trembling sound.

Zhou Fan just took a quiet look, then opened the door and left.

He began to walk towards the wooden stairs, which winded down, so dark that nothing could be seen.

He remembered that the stairs were very deep, they had to walk for a long time, and there was a sense of peeping, and he was so scared that he was dying.

He walked for a while and walked upwards, but he couldn't get the end of his journey. He started to walk down again, just like when he experienced this dream before.

It took me a long time to walk before the stairs came to an end.

It was pitch black all around, so dark that even he could not see it himself. He stretched out his left hand and pressed it to the light base on the left wall in his memory.

With a clamor, the white lights lit up.

It was a basement, with a strong smell of blood crept into his nose.

Two corpses were lying on the floor, one man and one woman, and the old face stained with blood. These were the "parents" in the false memory.

At this time, the false memories of the dream told him that this was not his parents, but he was indeed the owner of the house, but he was not the son of the owner of the house, he was the evil ghost who killed the couple.

The mirror could not reflect him, and there had been some prompts for him that only ghosts would not be reflected in the mirror.

Realizing that he was a ghost, Zhou Fan still looked at the two corpses on the floor with expressionless expression. He was not afraid at all, he had no fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

He seemed to have read a low-level ghost story that had nothing to do with him, and his sense of immersion was almost zero.

The dream began to dissipate and he fell into endless darkness.

When Zhou Fan opened his eyes again, the black and red wind had already dissipated and the wild woods returned to peace.

He looked at the talisman seed in his body. Wang Zhigui thought that the talisman seed had already had several wisps of black and red catastrophe power lingering.

He has already reached the Danjie Realm, which is too simple. It is so simple that he has a sense of illusion. Is the Danjie Realm so easy?
Chapter completed!