Wang Xuan's hair stood on end. With his current instinctive intuition, how could someone approach him without knowing it? Even when he was sleeping, he would still feel it. Now, in the middle of the night, he woke up with a start. There was a hairy creature next to him. He got goose bumps on the spot.
Especially when he looked down, that pair of cold and gloomy eyes had already stared at him.
"Ah..." The scream was so sharp that it hurt Wang Xuan's eardrums. Especially now it was late at night and the room was pitch black. The creature suddenly howled like this. If a normal person who had just woken up experienced this, he would be frightened to death.
Bang!
Wang Xuan slapped the man without saying a word. His palm could not only cover up a person's face, but could also deflate the person's skull.
The creature was quite agile. It screamed and leaped out. It was much more flexible than a human.
Wang Xuan stopped at the last moment because he saw clearly what it was. It was actually a big black cat with shiny black fur, green eyes, and a huge body, weighing at least nine kilograms, almost as big as a medium-sized dog.
How did it get in? He turned on the light to look for clues, and finally found that the window was not closed tightly, and the big black cat squeezed through the gap and got in.
"Get out of here. If you dare to come in again, I will slap you into a meat pie." Wang Xuan opened the window and drove the big black cat away.
"Meow!" After the cat rushed out, it jumped directly onto the branch of a big tree that stretched in front of the window. Before leaving, it made a shrill cry to Wang Xuan and looked back at him. Its eyes were cold and its mouth was grinning, as if it was laughing strangely.
Wang Xuan suddenly had an urge to chase it out and slap it. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was something weird about this cat.
In the middle of the night, first the woman in white clothes and red shoes had her hair disheveled and was shedding tears of blood, and then there were shrill screams from under the quilt. Who could bear it? Wang Xuan washed his face and sat there to calm himself.
He guessed that the cat was probably related to the female alchemist, and it was possible that she had driven it here. It was really weird.
"I've said before that when my strength allows, I will go to Daxinganling to help you rescue your body, but now I'm not qualified to interfere." Wang Xuan spoke. Regardless of whether the other party could hear him or not, he felt it necessary to emphasize and explain again.
"Could someone have taken blood from you again?" he asked doubtfully.
This kind of thing was too evil. He had always believed that when a person died, it was like a light going out. But now, in the middle of the night, the female sorcerer was tormenting him so much that he couldn't sleep. It was really creepy.
Wang Xuan practiced the root method for a while, and finally began to visualize the female alchemist with two lines of blood on her face. Normally, he should visualize her as a rosy skull, but now he hypnotized himself directly, imagining that the woman with blood on her face was peaceful, holy, and extremely beautiful.
If Qingmu knew about this, he would definitely sigh that Xiao Wang is very brave and a ruthless person who can even visualize a terrifying evil spirit as a banished fairy.
After the visualization, Wang Xuan fell asleep. In the second half of the night, the disheveled-haired woman appeared in his sleeping consciousness again.
"Are you here?" Wang Xuan greeted him in his dream and fell asleep again.
The disheveled woman seemed startled, but did not stop. She approached him in red shoes, with shocking bloodstains on her snow-white face. She almost stuck her head to Wang Xuan's face and looked at him closely.
"Will the fairy accompany me to sleep?" Wang Xuan, who had practiced self-hypnosis and "alternative visualization", saw in his dream a face that seemed extremely beautiful at the moment approaching. This time he did not feel horrified. On the contrary, he felt that the pair of beautiful eyes were so gentle that he reached out to touch them.
The female Taoist priest was about to explode. What was going on? She was in such a state, but the other party was still happy and surprised, and even attacked her.
"boom!"
A bolt of thunder descended from the sky, brilliant and white like a falling galaxy, and resounded in Wang Xuan's sea of consciousness, making his ears buzz and waking him up immediately.
What's going on? Is it thundering and raining outside? He opened the curtains. The moonlight outside was like water and the stars were twinkling. How could there be a thunderstorm?
He pondered what he had seen in his dream and realized that the female sorceress had struck him with lightning in his subconscious, awakening him.
Wang Xuan looked down at his right hand. He seemed to touch a fair, delicate and elastic face, but there was no blood left.
He had a clue in his mind. No matter how brilliant and talented you were, and how powerful you were among the alchemists of the pre-Qin period, you have finally passed away. At least at this stage you cannot interfere with the real world, and can only act through dreams and project your past extraordinary methods into his subconscious mind.
Wang Xuan entered into a state of meditation again. He not only imagined the female alchemist with blood on her face as a fairy from heaven, but also imagined the dazzling thunder as ethereal heavenly music. In addition, he added some scenery and accompanied it with some poetry, songs and dances.
Then he buried his head in sleep again, hoping he could hold out until dawn this time.
The female sorcerer came faster than he had expected. He had almost fallen asleep when she appeared. She was dressed in fluttering white clothes and her feet were not touching the ground. She was just hovering in front of him. This time he didn't dare to get too close. Her palms began to glow.
However, as the thunder gradually approached, making a rumbling sound, the scenery around her and Wang Xuan also changed.
In an instant, there was singing and dancing, petals fell everywhere, and the air was filled with fragrance. In the looming lightning, crystal petals kept falling from the void.
Nearby, there were women dancing, musicians playing the zither and the guzheng, hermits reading the Golden Sutra, and people chanting: "The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, the Milky Way is far away and dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world..."
The female Taoist priest was in a daze, her snow-white skirt fluttering in the wind. Although her palms were glowing, she did not strike out. She watched the songs and dances of later generations in a trance, becoming dazed and confused by the songs and dances.
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