In the morning, when the sun shines brightly.

Gao Ning had a twitch and slowly walked out of the cabin with the 52nd newborn, absorbing fresh air.

Gao Ning tried more than a dozen times in his spirit of not being afraid of difficulties and sacrifice, and determined the current month and what the danger of life was.

September, thunder and smoke.

According to the monk who knows how to do it, the dreams of the lower level belong to the personal dreams, which are all kinds of strange and illogical.

It is not surprising that any situation occurs, but some dreams are also very realistic, almost perfectly corresponding to everything in the dreams of the superiors.

I didn't think anything before, but after experiencing this dream, Gao Ming became more awe of the dream of the Southern King.

Dreams are simply too dangerous, you can lose your life if you are not careful.

From last night to now, Gao Ning has almost never slept and has been studying the messy things written on the roof.

It was not until dawn that we made various attempts according to the corresponding methods.

It failed more than a dozen times, so Gao Ning had dozens of hours to study.

After analysis, what Lao Huo wrote can be divided into three parts.

Part of this is a brief introduction to various disasters and a positive response.

Part of it is the mood or various events that are recorded casually.

This part is very few and the language is unknown.

Among the overlapping paper, many of this part of the contents are deliberately covered.

Gao Ning fiddled with it for a long time, carefully uncovered part of it before sorting out some information from various messy words.

And the last part, Gao Ning unexpectedly recorded an evil technique.

The art of transforming a donkey!

Also known as the art of creating animals and the art of nightmare.

This is an evil spirit that can turn people into animals.

In a chaotic world where people are worse than animals, there will be demons that turn children or adults into all kinds of livestock.

Large animals such as cattle, horses and donkeys can not only follow up and work, but also slaughter and eat meat. They are usually much more valuable than humans.

But the buyer spent money to buy it from the animals. The slaughtered donkeys and horses were slaughtered, but the food was human flesh. Who can bear it?

Therefore, the use of Nightmare Artists in the evil world is also the most important thing.

Once the whereabouts are revealed, they will be chased by both good and evil.

This magic is not recorded in detail, but after the formula, a few lines of small-character annotations will always be added.

Even with the words, Gao Ning could still feel Lao Huo's regret.

It seems that it is a pity that this magic ended like this.

Gao Ning touched his stomach and felt a little puzzled. Nearly half a day passed, and the water had not yet entered, so he just drank half a bowl of wine with Lao Qiao.

Until now, I don't feel hungry.

Can't you be hungry in your dreams?

After a while of random thoughts, Gao Ning got into the cabin and continued to study the things he wrote.

It’s not because I’m interested in spells, but when I was studying animal creation, the tag [targeted scaling] actually had some vague sense.

It flashed from time to time as if it was a light bulb that could not be accepted.

How could Gao Ning neglect such an obvious signal?

This is the hope that one can turn into human nature.

Before we knew it, it was already noon.

The mother and son that Lao Qiao mentioned finally appeared.

These two people dressed strangely.

The pregnant woman is only in her early twenties, with tall hair, not only fair skin, but also gorgeous clothes.

It seems that there is no big difference from the ladies of wealthy families.

But the child who was following him was like a mud monkey, wearing a coarse cloth jacket and dark skin.

At first glance, the two of them were not of the same class, but they held hands and felt like mother and son.

Gao Ning watched the two approaching, and saw them blindly watching the small bridge beside them, and flowing through the water.

Gao Ning hesitated for a moment, but did not stop drinking, but followed the old and young master Huo, and took a bamboo pole and gently floated the boat over slowly.

Sure enough, the mother and son had no choice but to take a few steps and stumbled into the stream together.

Gao Ning quickly stretched out the bamboo pole.

The pregnant woman grabbed the bamboo pole in panic and struggled to get up.

She looked around and shouted in panic: "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu!"

Gao Ning's heart skipped a beat.

Just finished one?

There is only one bamboo pole, only one person at a time.

Gao Ning thought that the electric power was about to jump off the ship, but he couldn't jump up when he stepped on the boat.

My body was too heavy and could barely move, but I had already lost my bounce power.

At this moment, a sudden rush in the water made the little boy standing up by himself.

He showed a strange smile to Gao Ning, plunged into the pregnant woman's arms, and fainted.

Gao Ning was surprised. What's going on?

The formal procedure for water ghosts to catch a substitute shouldn't drag the boy into the bottom of the water and drown him?

What does it mean to possess him and rescue him?

Want to take over the body?

This idea just came out and was denied by Gao Ning.

If Old Qiao had such great ability, he would not have been able to catch a substitute for twenty years.

The pregnant woman checked the boy in panic and saw that he was breathing smoothly and was not seriously injured. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She thanked Gao Ning, pulled out the golden hairpin from her head and threw it directly onto the black-sailed boat.

Then he looked at the stream with lingering fear, retreated out, carefully walked past the small bridge before gradually moving away.

After the mother and son left, the surroundings returned to peace.

Until night falls, the full moon hangs into the sky again.

Old Qiao crawled out of the water again.

It's still a small stove, and it's still a pot of boiling wine.

Gao Ning and Lao Qiao sat opposite each other.

Unlike yesterday, no one drinks today.

Old Qiao smiled and said, "Are you puzzled?"

Gao Ning said nothing.

After more than fifty times of death, Gao Ning had already figured out the pass-through skill, which was to beat him to death and not speak.

As long as you remain silent and look at him calmly, the other party will turn on the switch and keep talking nonstop.

This time is obviously no exception.

"It's been twenty years, and you still don't want to talk to me. But I don't blame you, who made me commit evil!"

Old Qiao looked at the Wupeng and said, "I had to die if I didn't become a bandit. What else can I do? I just want to survive!"

"No one could have thought that the first task of joining the parody is to intercept his own village. I have stopped it, but it was useless! I could only watch everyone die tragically by the river!"

"After your sister died, the news spread, and you were crazy! You didn't want it if you said you didn't want it. I didn't know where to get a magic trick, so I dared to go up the mountain alone.

It really makes you successful!"

Old Qiao shook his head and sighed: "The four or five hundred people in the village turned into mice and put them in a bag, turned me into a horse, and rode back here again."

"The mice died tragically, but I was the only one who pierced my heart! I threw it into the river and turned into a water ghost! It has been twenty years in a blink of an eye."
Chapter completed!