Something serious had indeed happened in the Chen Mansion.

Young Madam Zhao Yunluo had fallen asleep and had never opened her eyes again, no matter how others spoke or patted her.

It was said that she was just taking a nap with Chen Yaoguang at noon, but when the eldest master Chen woke up, he found that his wife's face was pale, her brows were tightly locked, and her body was cold and stiff as a piece of iron. He tried to call her name or touch her shoulder, but got no response.

Chen Yaoguang was horrified and quickly sent his servants to find Ningning and others to return to the mansion. When everyone walked into the room, the first thing they saw was his red eyes.

"Young heroes, please save my wife!"

Chen Yaoguang has a gentle, handsome and tall appearance. He should have been a handsome young man, but unfortunately he has lost a lot of weight after being imprisoned by the painting ghost. Now he is worried and anxious, and at first glance, he always looks a bit down and out and pitiful. He doesn't look like a rich kid with luxurious clothes and delicious food.

It seems that the relationship between this couple is really good. It

's just that the luck is not very good. For others, you fetch water and I farm, but for these two, you suffer and I am possessed by evil spirits. It's unfortunate that his mother opened the door for him. It's unfortunate.

Zheng Weiqi knows the most about the types of demons. On the way here, she heard the narration of the dismissed servant and already had an idea in her mind.

She stepped forward with a restrained expression, and just glanced at Zhao Yunluo lying on the bed, revealing an expression of "as expected".

"It's a night terror."

Zheng Weiqi said seriously: "This kind of monster feeds on dreams and consciousness. Once possessed by a night terror, it will suffer from endless nightmares, lose consciousness in constant death and reincarnation, and eventually be sucked dry of the last bit of essence, and die in sleep."

The eldest sister of Xuanxu Sword Sect certainly can't be a lazy person who can't do anything. Usually she is very reliable, and this time is no exception.

She smiled and said, with a bit of the demeanor of a hermit: "This kind of monster is not difficult to deal with. As long as I probe into the young lady's consciousness and drive it away, the night terror will leave on its own."

Chen Yaoguang nodded repeatedly, not daring to say anything more, and stepped back a few steps: "Thank you, young lady."

Today the sun is bright, and the scene inside is not as gloomy and dim as it was last time.

The sun shone down, passed through the wide-open wooden window, and stopped when it reached Zhao Yunluo's delicate cheeks, smearing her with a gentle bright color.

It's a pity that the young lady's current situation is really incompatible with this scene.

She had been having nightmares, but in just a short period of time, she was tortured to the point of turning blue, breathing rapidly, and having dried tears in her eyes. Zheng Weiqi couldn't bear to see her like this, so she lowered her eyes and silently recited the formula to mobilize her consciousness.

The endless breath in her sea of ​​consciousness rolled like a tide, and every corner contained extremely deep and rich spiritual power. A strand of consciousness suddenly rose up, invisible and traceless, but was firmly controlled by her mind, gradually approaching Zhao Yunluo on the bed.

Somehow, Zheng Weiqi's expression suddenly froze.

"Strange."

She did not make any extra movements. After a long while, she opened her eyes in a daze and said in confusion: "My consciousness...cannot sense the young lady."

You know, not only humans, but even demons and ghosts can resonate with the consciousness of those who practice Taoism. If there is anything in the world that cannot be sensed, it is only those dead things without consciousness, such as tables, chairs, tea bowls, sunlight and rain.

Zhao Yunluo is obviously not one of them.

As soon as this was said, everyone present was puzzled. He Zhizhou scratched his head and whispered in secret: "What do you think, is it because everything in the pagoda is an illusion, and they are fictional people in the illusion, so they have no souls?"

This is quite embarrassing.

Zheng Weiqi had just vowed that "it's not difficult to solve", but in the end, she couldn't even touch the Nightmare, let alone wake Zhao Yunluo up and give Chen Yaoguang an explanation.

This reason does sound reasonable. Ning Ning thought for a moment, but frowned: "But if this is true, what is the purpose of the Buddha Tower arranging Zhao Yunluo to be possessed by the Nightmare? This level is extremely difficult, and there should be clues hidden in every plot point, right?"

"Unable to sense?"

Chen Yaoguang's face turned pale: "How could this be?"

Zheng Weiqi naturally couldn't blurt out "Because you are all paper people in the illusion". In order to save face and make the situation not too embarrassing, she had to try to change the subject: "I don't know the reason - I don't know if Mr. Chen has any clues about the lady being possessed?"

A trace of fear spread between Chen Yaoguang's brows, and his tone was vague: "If there is anything related Things... Not long ago, a Taoist priest passed by here and predicted that the Feng Shui of Echeng was abnormal, and that on the fifth day of the sixth lunar month this year, the demon gate would open and cause disasters. He had no evidence, and his clothes were ragged, so we just thought he was talking nonsense, but we didn't expect that strange things have happened one after another in the city in recent days. I'm afraid what the old Taoist said is true. "As

he said this, he thought of something, and the bloodshot in his eyes became more and more intense: "The fifth day of the sixth lunar month, isn't that tomorrow!"

Ningning didn't say anything, but listened carefully to what he continued to say.

"I heard that you all could leave at any time, but now that E City is in such a disaster, if it weren't for you——"

The intention to keep him couldn't be more obvious. Zheng Weiqi, who was supposed to cooperate with him, didn't turn a blind eye, but pretended to be serious and said: "Mr. Chen, don't worry. We will do our best to repel the demons and protect the people of E City."

Chen Yaoguang nodded quickly: "Yaoguang would like to thank you all in advance. I will never forget your kindness."

After a pause, he said: "My wife..."

He really can't stop talking about his wife.

Zheng Weiqi said interestingly: "We will definitely find a way."

Chen Yaoguang's expression finally eased.

Although they said they would "think of a way", they were unable to communicate with the dummy in the illusion. Later, they tried Chen Yaoguang, who was standing next to them, but also got no response.

It seems that there is indeed a wall between illusion and reality. Whether Zhao Yunluo can be awakened in the future depends on the development of the plot.

Chen Lubai stayed in the room to look after his sister-in-law, while the others came out of the house with their own thoughts. Seeing that Ning Ning was still frowning, He Zhizhou quietly poked her with a voice transmission: "Why, our young Ning Qingtian has something to say?"

"I just think it's a bit strange."

Ning Ning kicked a stone on the road and said without using a voice transmission: "From the beginning when Chen Lubai deliberately attracted our attention on the street, to the subsequent mountain torrents, painting ghosts and night terrors, it seems that every time we want to leave this place, we will be forced to stay by new things."

She thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "And what about 'On the fifth of June, the demon gate is wide open', if this is true, why didn't you tell us from the beginning, but waited until now? It's like you made it up on the spot. What's more--"

"What's more, you still think that the inability to use spiritual consciousness doesn't make sense."

Zheng Weiqi glanced at her with a frown, and there was a nonchalant smile at the corner of her eyes: "Even if everything is their plan, and everyone in the Chen Mansion has ulterior motives, so what? What's the matter with 'On the fifth of June, the demon gate is wide open'? If any of those demons and monsters come out, we can fight them back as long as we have swords in our hands."

Now, doubts are everywhere, and they are completely passive, without any chance to take the initiative to attack, so the discussion about this matter has to stop here.

According to Zheng Weiqi, "Wait until midnight, and fight if something happens. Even if you can't win, the worst that can happen is that you'll be kicked out of the pagoda and have another fight."

This is very much like the style of a senior sister.

The group decided to recuperate and wait for the next day. Ningning had nothing to do, and her heart was always hanging in her chest, so she left the room alone and took a walk in the Chen Mansion. The

heavy rain not long ago had dissipated, but there was still a wisp of cool water vapor, which lingered between the green bamboo and green grass in the garden. Looking around, you can see the green color that can be pinched out of water, and occasionally the sound of birds echoing the gurgling water, a peaceful and beautiful scenery.

She walked aimlessly for a while, and saw the back of a familiar little girl in the pavilion next to the pond.

Chen Lubai was sitting lazily on a circular bench, leaning against the railing, staring at the water without moving. Perhaps he sensed someone approaching, and when he turned his head suddenly, the corners of his mouth remained in a downward position.

"Miss Chen."

Ningning smiled: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Not really."

Chen Lubai was still a little girl after all, and her thoughts could not be hidden on her face. When she heard Ningning's words, her expression became even gloomier, and she seemed a little annoyed: "It's just that my father is looking for a husband for me again - is he so anxious to marry me off?"

Ningning sat on the bench with her, leaning on the front of the railing to look at the turquoise water: "Miss Chen, don't you want to get married?" "

I don't want to get married."

Chen Lubai threw a stone into the pond, supported her cheek with her left hand, and lifted up the soft piece of flesh: "What's good about getting married?"

The small stone fell on the calm water, and ripples spread out in circles. The girl's pure white reflection suddenly shattered, gathering and dispersing in the pond. Amid the overlapping light and shadow, a red goldfish swam by with its tail swaying, and then suddenly disappeared into the distance.

"It's much happier in the Chen Mansion."

Chen Lubai's tone was self-willed, and it was obvious at a glance that she was a naive and willful daughter of a wealthy family: "Although my father always wants to urge me to get married, he will not refuse any of my requests, and he also said that he would give me an absolutely unexpected gift on my birthday next year."

"It's really cheesy that my brother and sister-in-law always stick together, but they are all very, very nice to me. My sister-in-law gave me a small portrait not long ago. I will also learn painting from her in the future. If I still can't get married when I'm old, I will sell some calligraphy and paintings to make money."

She paused, and then continued seriously: "Yueming looks like a tomboy, but she actually listens to me very much. After all, I watched her grow up. And the sisters Chunmei, Xiaqing, Qiuxiang and Dongrui in the mansion are all very nice! I don't want to leave any of them."

Ningning just smiled and said, "That really makes people reluctant to leave."

"Right! I--"

Chen Lubai finally found someone who agreed with her, and her eyes suddenly lit up brightly. However, before she finished a sentence, she was interrupted by a scream not far away.

Ning Ning had never seen the servant calling for help before, and the voice sounded strange to her. She only heard the voice with a sobbing tone, "Help! Horses, all the horses in the stable are crazy!"

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All creatures have spirits. Just as many animals can sense earthquakes in advance, if the demon's breath is too strong, it will also cause poultry to be frightened.

The pagoda is very good at deceiving people. The higher the tower, the harder it is to detect the demon's breath. It is said that "there are more and more evil cultivators who are proficient in hiding their whereabouts and hiding their breath. Disciples should learn to keep up with the times, feel with their hearts, and discover with love."

In short, people are not as good as horses.

When Ning Ning and Chen Lubai arrived at the stable, many people had gathered around, including her senior brothers and sisters, He Zhizhou and Zheng Weiqi.

The horses were like crazy, constantly squeezing out harsh roars from their throats, rushing around like spinning tops that couldn't find their direction, and the scene was in chaos;

Zheng Weiqi raised her hand and drew her sword, and walked forward with great momentum. Wherever the sword light touched, the horses fell down with wounds all over them. Just

when she was about to deal with the last horse, she was stopped by a group of servants, who shouted heartbreakingly: "Young lady, you can't do that. It's a famous horse worth a thousand gold coins!"

"Ning Ning!"

When the onlookers saw her, He Zhizhou smiled carelessly, then frowned and said in a deep voice: "These horses should have been infected by evil spirits and lost their minds. But you say, how horrible evil spirit must it be to make them so crazy - hasn't the demon gate been opened yet?" As

soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Weiqi's voice rang in his ears: "Is there anyone who can ride a horse?"

When she looked up again, she found that the eldest sister had retracted the sword with a curse, and actually jumped onto the horse's back and tightened the reins with difficulty.

She has been cultivating Taoism since she was young, and she always flies with a sword when traveling. She has not touched a horse for many years, and has completely forgotten how to ride and train a horse.

There are servants all around, and no one dares to step forward to help. Miss Chen Bailu saw the blood of the horses flowing like a river, and she rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

After a stalemate, a familiar middle-aged male voice suddenly rang in the ears of the three people at the same time.

[He Zhizhou and Ning Ning looked at the scene in front of them, and unexpectedly remembered the scene of themselves riding on horseback and galloping at will.]

The narration is quite intelligent, able to capture the psychological activities of the person concerned and broadcast it in real time. The two people who were named were both stunned. The narrator was right. They were indeed recalling their experience of riding a horse, but -

"I only rode it once, and..."

"I only rode it once, but..."

The two looked at each other awkwardly. Before they could finish their words, Zheng Weiqi interrupted them: "He Zhizhou, if you are a man, get on my horse!"

He Zhizhou was speechless.

In the game "If you are a man, go down a hundred levels", he died on the fifth level. He is no longer a man.

But now the situation is critical. The horse, which is more expensive than him, is so crazy that it tries to throw Zheng Weiqi off again and again. If he doesn't step forward to help, the senior sister may not even make it to midnight and die before she has started her business.

As for riding a horse, he has never seen a pig run, but at least he has eaten pork. He has watched so many costume dramas, can't he learn the posture of riding a horse?

What is a mission from heaven, what is the last savior.

He Zhizhou exerted force in his dantian and shouted, "Sister, don't worry, I'm coming!"

He jumped up and used the same posture as when he rode the electric donkey. He first put his left foot on the saddle, then lifted his right leg into the air, made a big circle, and stepped forward from behind.

The movement was so smooth and powerful that anyone who saw it would respectfully call him "Prince of the Electric Donkey".

But for some reason, he heard a muffled groan from behind, followed by the sound of something falling heavily to the ground.

Also, when his right leg was pulled back, it seemed to hit something.

He Zhizhou's smile froze on his face.

He heard Ning Ning scream in panic: "Senior Sister——!"

He was used to being alone and had never thought about it carefully. It turns out that when doing this set of movements, no one can sit behind you.

Because whenever the right leg is lifted back, the first thing it touches is definitely not the saddle.

It is the body of the person behind, who will be kicked over.

——Help! The eldest senior sister was not thrown off the horse, but was kicked off by him!

The narrator was definitely trying to hold back his laughter, and recited affectionately in a serious tone:

[She jumped, she jumped! Zheng Weiqi from the Xuanxu Sword School, with the help of her junior brother, did a backflip and jumped off the horse's back!

After a short horizontal movement, a difficult full spin in the air was seen, followed by a split-leg side flip—

beautiful! The stall landed perfectly in a pancake shape! This is simply not something that a human can do. Let us congratulate Zheng Weiqi and her junior fellow apprentice He Zhizhou! They really did it! The friendship between fellow students is so touching! ］

［She fell gracefully, like falling flowers and falling butterflies. Was Zheng Weiqi's departure the result of the earth's pursuit, or was it He Zhizhou's unwillingness to keep her. Love is gone, love is forgotten, in this forbidden game, they are all losers. ］

He Zhizhou: Get out! Are you sick!!!

He really wanted to look back at Zheng Weiqi, and curse the unscrupulous narrator. But the precious horse under him didn't give him a chance. It was already crazy, and now it was disturbed by Zheng Weiqi falling off the horse, and it was more like a wild dog that had broken free from its reins, roaring and jumping around.

It turned out that this horse could also transform into a frog. He really couldn't imagine the world of the rich.

Although He Zhizhou was a little poor before, at least he lived happily.

Now he is not only poor, but also unhappy.

The horse’s jumping around so much that it could be used as a music video for the movie “Little Jumping Frog”. A servant couldn’t bear to watch it anymore and shouted in agony, “Sir, pull in the reins!”

He Zhizhou was tossed back and forth until he was almost turned into a pile of plasticine twisting on the horse’s back. His voice was shaking like a pile driver, and every word he uttered sounded like a death announcement, miserable as hell: “I… uh uh uh – I – am – not – happy – goose eh goose –”

The narration completely let itself go, playing in a loop the song “Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is whistling” that He Zhizhou had sung in the alley before. It was so long and graceful, and very appropriate to the scene:

[A young knight in white riding a handsome horse is so handsome and elegant that he has attracted countless young ladies to compete for him. Zheng Weiqi

cried loudly: "Hahaha, Junior Brother, you are so miserable, hahaha!"

In the end, Chen Lubai couldn't bear it anymore, and cried and shouted: "Kill the horse, kill it quickly! Master He is no longer a human being!"

This is really a compassionate female Bodhisattva. For a piece of meat worth less than a thousand spirit stones, she gave up another piece of meat worth a thousand gold. The

thousand-gold precious horse was finally killed by Ningning with a sword. Zheng Weiqi was a Yuanying monk after all. Although she was kicked off the horse by a junior brother, she only suffered minor injuries.

After the guilty horse was executed, she and Ningning walked forward together and looked coldly at He Zhizhou who looked dazed.

"Ningning."

He lay on the horse's corpse, as if he had entered a time of a sage without desires. He raised the corners of his mouth in a very dry way: "Riding a horse is really fun. The time you rode it must have been very impressive."

"My friend and I were riding horses that day, chasing each other. After we got off the horse, she told me."

Ningning sighed and covered her tears, knowing how hard life was: "She said that the merry-go-round was really fun."

She couldn't bear to look at his sad face, so she lowered her eyes and looked away: "You should feel the same, right?"

"No, no, no, it's not a merry-go-round. You can't imagine that I also had times when I galloped recklessly."

He Zhizhou's expression became more and more confused, and his throat seemed to be pinched by someone, and he kept shaking. "It was the first semester of my junior year. As soon as I got on the horse, the horse started to neigh non-stop. It said to me--"

Zheng Weiqi frowned at the side, very puzzled.

How can a horse talk?

Did Junior Brother He break his head?

Ningning breathed slowly, watching his eyes wide open, as if they would bulge out of their sockets at any time.

He Zhizhou seemed to be on his deathbed. He trembled as he spoke the last sentence, his breath was weak: "It said, Dad's dad is called Grandpa, Dad's mom is called Grandma..."

Ning Ning: ...

Oh, it turned out to be the electric toy horse at the entrance of the supermarket.

- Then you, a grown man, are really riding wildly on it!!!