Chen Qiu slept soundly this time.

Although Chabao's bloody head occasionally flashed by, Chen Qiu did not feel afraid, fear or other emotions.

He is very calm.

If there are any benefits to studying medicine, an industry that can make people lose their hair, this is probably the case.

I am not afraid of blood or corpses. Anyway, the general "teacher" in the class who was soaked in formalin was much worse than Chabao.

Of course, Chen Qiu is the first time to kill someone.

But isn't it enough to understand it as a special, somewhat disgusting surgery?

In short, Chen Qiu's sleep was sweet and immersed in the chaotic dream, but it was a pain for Qingqing girl. She had little arms and legs, so it was difficult to push her senior brother onto the horse's back.

However, the mountain ghost, for some reason, did not leave, but helped.

He was wearing a ghost face, unable to see his appearance clearly, nor did he speak.

It seems to be a mute.

From the North Dynasty's lackeys, the mountain ghost got a few horses, took Qingqing, the unconscious Chen Qiu and some materials he collected, and then set out leisurely on the road to the depths of the Taihang Mountains.

Qingqing was a little afraid of the mountain ghost who killed people without blinking. She saw with her own eyes why the mountain ghost killed seven or eight men in black in less than a stick of incense.

With Qingqing's knowledge, she still can't understand the mountain ghost's moves.

But she was basically sure that this must be an unborn master, and her strength was at least above the Jianghu people list.

After all, even a master on the list of people like Uncle Cha Bao is not a match for Shan Gui.

Qingqing girl was riding on the horse, with many scratches on her arms and a faint ache in her abdomen.

However, when I turned around and saw my senior brother sleeping soundly on the horse's back, a reassuring smile appeared on Qingqing's face.

The senior brother is still alive, and he is also alive.

The bad people were killed by the mountain ghost brother, and no one pursued them anymore.

They are safe.

When Qingqing thought of this, she felt like she couldn't help crying. What she had experienced in the past two days was a bit too heavy for the 14-year-old girl.

She urgently needs a good rest.

Seeing her senior brother lying on the horse's back and saying that she couldn't understand the sleep, Qingqing also dozed off, but she had not forgotten her responsibilities.

Her waist bag was filled with all kinds of small pieces.

Those were all taken from Uncle Cha Bao, including golden sore medicine, some broken silver, copper coins, etc. The most conspicuous one was a pair of black gloves with iron-inlaid gloves.

That was Cha Bao's weapon. It was specially designed for him by the Mo family craftsmen from Tianji Pavilion in Luoyang. Qingqing heard from his master more than once.

Uncle Cha Bao’s skill is all on his fingers.

This weapon is considered a Qimen weapon and is also rare in the world. After all, various knights either use swords or swords.

This "touching the corpse" act was half learned without a teacher, and half learned from the senior brother's words and deeds. Qingqing felt that these things might be useful in the future.

She took out a sword-shaped jade from her waist bag, which was her senior brother's thing.

When I was fighting against Chabao before, I fell into a cave.

Qingqing carefully wiped the blood stained on the sword jade, then found a rope to tie his hair, and hung the jade back on his senior brother's arm.

After doing all this, Qingqing yawned a big yawn. She looked at the sunset hanging diagonally at the mountain pass, and then looked at the mountain ghost riding a horse in front of her. She shouted:

"Brother Shangui, where are you going to take us?"

No one responded.

The mountain ghost didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Brother Shangui, are you living here? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Brother Shangui, have you ever seen my master in the mountains? An old man with white hair, white beard, holding two axes, and a very bad temper."

"Brother Shangui, you talk, it's so strange if I talk alone."

"Brother Shan Gui, what's your name? We can't just call you Shan Gui, right?"

Qingqing's habit of silly mouth seemed to be unable to change. She kept asking, and in the end even the mountain ghost seemed to be unable to bear it.

He looked back at Qingqing, and he said in a very hoarse voice:

"Gongsun Yu."

"Take you...to rest."

His voice was very strange, as if he hadn't spoken to others for a long time, intermittently, and voicelessly, and he couldn't hear it very clearly.

Perhaps seeing the fatigue on Qingqing's face, the mountain ghost was silent for a moment, and he said:

"Go to sleep, it's safe."

Qingqing was just laughing, but after hearing this, tears couldn't stop flowing out.

She sobbed, spread her arms to the mountain ghost, and jumped over from the saddle.

Shan Gui didn't want to pay attention to this noisy girl.

But when he saw Qingqing's appearance, his heart softened, and he opened his hand and hugged Qingqing in his arms.

"Go to sleep."

The mountain ghost said in that unique voice, and Qingqing nodded obediently.

She just hugged Shan Gui's thin waist and pressed it into his arms, just like being held in his arms by his master when she was a child, and she soon fell asleep.

Wearing black clothes and masks, the mountain ghost who looked like a ghost gently stroked the girl's hair.

If there was no war disaster or plague more than ten years ago, my sister...

Maybe it's so big and so naive.

Unfortunately, my sister was dead, my parents died, and my uncle died. All the people in the village were dead, and he was the only one who survived.

Under the sunset, the mountain ghosts pulled the horse's reins and walked alone in the sunset.

His body remained motionless and tried to make Qingqing sleep more peacefully.

In the aristol, there was the black, iron-like strange sword of the mountain ghost, and the iron-like fiber, and there was a bloody smell on the blade that had not yet dissipated.

Today, more than a dozen Northern Dynasties thieves were killed, but those blood...

Is it enough for relatives to celebrate?

A mountain wind blew, blowing up the mountain ghost's old robe, making his black hair fly in the wind, blowing away his sometimes confusion, and making his eyes under the ghost's face look even more ferocious.

No!

not enough!

It's far from enough!

If you can't kill all the bandits of the Northern Dynasty, you should always be the evil spirit in the mountains...

There are mountains in Taihang, and ghosts in the mountains.

Ghost seeks life, mountain ghosts kill people!

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In the second half of Shen Qiu's dream, he became very unhappy.

I don’t know if it was a nightmare or what happened. The dream life that was originally happy with my ex-girlfriend turned into fighting with Chabao in the cave in the blink of an eye.

The black man was covered in black air, like a life-threatening soul, chasing him and beating him wildly.

That state is very real.

It was so real that Shen Qiu felt like he was not in a dream. Every shot of Cha Bao fell on his body, and there was a real pain.

Especially the wind and thunder fingers with internal force or true qi.

As long as it hits the point, Chen Qiu's body will explode with flesh and blood, just like being hit by a bullet.

The movements of this unjust soul Chabao are extremely flexible, just like spreading his wings and leaping for several meters. Whenever he assassinated, he is like lightning and thunder, which makes Chen Qiu, a guy who does not hurt martial arts, beaten extremely miserably.

What's worse is that this is really like a nightmare. Every time he is killed by Chabao, new scenes will appear.

It was the cave again, and Cha Bao, who was wrapped in black air.

Without saying a word, just attack.

Chen Qiu felt that Cha Bao like this is the real Cha Bao, the martial arts master in this world.

The mountain ghost can kill Chabao, which proves that the mountain ghost is much more powerful than Chabao.

But the powerful mountain ghost does not mean that Chen Qiu is powerful.

When facing the martial arts masters alone and were isolated and helpless, Chen Qiu confirmed that the martial arts in this world are real.

And it has definitely been developed to a very systematic, superb and incredible level.

Look at Chabao's postures that were running 90° with the ground while walking on the stone walls of the cave, and as strong as a wolf, it doesn't look like modern abandoned houses can do it, right?

This stunned skill made Chen Qiu's rolling and crawling on the ground stagnate a little.

"Crash"

The wind and thunder sounded loudly. Chen Qiu raised his head blankly and saw Cha Bao pointing his left hand and stabbing his forehead expressionlessly.

It's like a sharp sword unsheathed.

Chen Qiu's breathing paused at this moment, and he widened his eyes.

He seemed to be able to capture the trajectory of Chabao's finger stabbing, but he couldn't stop it or avoid it.

The eyes can keep up, but the body can't keep up.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, Cha Bao's fingers pierced Chen Qiu's flesh and blood, cracked the skull, and sharp true energy came into his mind, detonating like a small bomb.

"It's so miserable."

Chen Qiu looked at himself with a third-party perspective and was shot by Cha Bao with a finger. The tragic situation made him unable to help but bare his teeth.

How many times have this been?

The tenth time?

Or fifteen times?

How long has it been passed?

Is this the strength of the people in the martial arts world?

The next moment, the dream in front of me suddenly changed.

Chen Qiu stood at the entrance of the cave again, and in front of him, Cha Bao, who was wrapped in black gas, posing. Amid the sound of wind and thunder, the wind and thunder pointed the hero and sacrificed his life to attack again.

Chen Qiu died almost fifteen times, and he also came to experience it.

Seeing Cha Bao attacking, Chen Qiu rolled on the spot, and he narrowly avoided the starting move of Feng Lei finger.

Cha Bao pointed his finger on the stone wall behind Shen Qiu. Between the cracks of the stones, a crack the size of a water cup appeared.

Chen Qiu continued to hide.

Cha Bao in front of him made him unable to raise his mind to confrontation at all. It was like locking Chen Qiu and a superhero in an iron cage, and only one person could come out alive.

Everyone understands the principle of survival, the problem is, you understand.

Whether it can be done or not is another matter.

"Bang"

Seeing Chen Qiu keep hiding and running around, Cha Bao triggered the ridge, like a big roc prey, blocking Chen Qiu at the deepest part of the cave when it fell, limiting his escape range to less than ten feet.

There was a grim smile on the black man's face. He raised his left hand and, in a whistling wind and thunder, tapped 7 times in a second.

Chen Qiu shrugged and completely gave up resistance.

What else can he do?

He couldn't even see Chabao's finger trajectory, he only felt severe pain all over his body, and then he flew out of the sky.

A second later, Chen Qiu looked at Cha Bao speechlessly in front of him, who was acting and attacking, and he felt that he was really entangled by this unjust soul.

But there are no ghosts in the world!

Even the mountain ghost is just pretending to be a human.

Qingqing once said that the world was no longer as strange as those gods and immortals a thousand years ago.

This must have been caused by other reasons. A nightmare of continuous reincarnation cannot go out. Perhaps, if you want to go out, you can only defeat the illusion of Chabao in front of you.

"Senior brother! Stop sleeping, the sun is shining on your butt."

Just when Shen Qiu was desperate, Qingqing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, as if the call from the outside world made the illusion in front of Chen Qiu break up, and then he opened his eyes.

Above his head, the sun was shining into the room along the windows against the broken window paper. In that beam of light, Chen Qiu could see the dust flying in the air.

Qingqing lay beside his bed, holding a blue fruit similar to an apple in his hand, and was eating it sweetly.

He was awakened.

Wake up from that endless nightmare of Chabao.

“mua~”

Chen Qiu was quite excited as if he had returned from hell. He stretched his body, breathed heavily, and then kissed Qingqing's forehead. He said happily:

"You saved you, girl, senior brother really didn't love you in vain."

"Oh, you're going to die!"

Qingqing is a girl who was deeply poisoned by the feudal era. She has never had such close contact with men. Her senior brother said strange words and did such shameful things, which made Fan Qingqing unprepared.

She blushed and punched Shen Qiu in the chest, knocking the weak guy down on the bed, and then rushed out of the room angrily.

Qingqing's face was red and red, Chen Qiu also noticed that he was Meng Lang.

He lay on the bed that smelled bad, looking at the sunshine shining into the room along the broken window paper. The furnishings in this room were not as exquisite as the braided show Chen Qiu had seen.

The ground was full of uneven land, and there was almost nothing in the room except a chair and a table with legs missing.

"This is another world."

Chen Qiu put his hands under his head, and his eyes were staring at the dark logs on the beams above his head without any focus.

He is not ready to say goodbye to his hometown.

However, in just a blink of an eye, he was thrown into this strange world.

Things in the world are impermanent.

"What should I do in the future?"

Chen Qiu said to himself that he was asking himself, but he could not give an answer.

"Let's sleep for a while."

He closed his eyes again.

The weak body always needs more sleep time to recover. Qingqing has changed the medicine for him and it is estimated that he will recover in a few days.

Then, go to the scattered girl to ask about the world.

Be prepared and enter that world again.

"The young man didn't have a sword pierced, and he would push the door...Fake!"

Before Chen Qiu's feelings ended, the boundless nightmare came again.

What appeared in front of him was not a scene of the world that was about to avenge the enemy, but a grim man who was 2 meters tall, rolling black air, pointed with his hands together, and was surrounded by wind and thunder.

Cha Bao was waiting for him again, like a "good friend" who never leaves him.

but…

This can barely be considered a world of trouble.

"Bang"

Chen Qiu's head exploded after trying his best to dodge for 5 seconds.

Alas, victory or defeat is common in the world.
Chapter completed!