Yan Xingchen could feel that he was dreaming.

He always dreams.

As long as there are some mood swings during the day, without restraint, the soul will always be prone to random thoughts. Those thoughts that need to be suppressed on weekdays will take root and sprout in dreams, and they will come up as wildly as they want.

Just like his last dream before entering the cage, the whole grassland was filled with pigeon corpses...

At first, he would be disturbed by nightmares, and when he woke up, he was exhausted, and his mood was getting worse and worse, making it easier for him to lose control.

But later, under the guidance of his uncle, he discovered that he could act unscrupulously in his dreams, and his unreal fantasies became his outlet for venting his anger.

As a result, he gradually became able to wake up in his dreams and vent those negative emotions freely.

So not long after the dream began, Yan Xingchen realized that he was in a dream.

But the protagonist of this dream is not him.

The courtyard is made of red bricks and green tiles, and many places still have wooden structures. There are small courtyards on both sides of the corridor.

The yard is full of lush green grass and trees, and there are many colorful flowers.

On the eaves, there are red lanterns hung at regular intervals. The lanterns sway with the wind, which is quite pleasant to watch in the daytime.

He was in a daze for a moment, and then he recognized that this was Chen's house.

It's just that it's not that deserted, and it's not as gloomy as it looked at at night.

The children ran quickly through the corridor where Yan Xingchen stood.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hide..."

"He must not be able to find us! He is just a fool, my father told me, he is an ominous fool!"

"Look, paper figures!"

"Get around it, get around it!"

"It's daytime, what are you afraid of?"

"..."

"Little Mudwa, pick up the doll, someone's son is lost!"

"Go home quickly, go home quickly, you won't find him when it gets dark!"

Yan Xingchen watched them hide in Chen's house.

The children were just running and talking, their tone was a little hasty, maybe they were in a hurry to play games and hide.

But when they sang this nursery rhyme that he had heard when he came to Ting, he vaguely heard the mocking tone in the children's tones.

Mockery?

These children are young and don't have the care of adults. They can make fun of them, but it's just a matter of children.

There are also these children who refer to Ting - "he".

He, or she.

Who is this person?

In the hazy dreamland, Yan Xingchen began to look around.

He looked around for a long time and walked along the corridor where the children had just run past. He didn't see anyone else, but he saw a few paper stickers placed aside.

There are many rules for hide-and-seek. The most common one is that one person is responsible for being the ghost looking for someone. He stays in a circle and starts counting, while the others hide while the "ghost" is counting. When the time is up, "

The "ghost" starts looking for the person. If the "ghost" finds the person, then the person who was found will be responsible for the next round of "ghost".

But he only saw these hidden children, but what about the "ghost" who was looking for someone to kidnap him?

Many things in dreams are hazy and vague.

He could only vaguely see the scenery, and saw a group of children, but he couldn't clearly see the children.

His expressions and faces could not be clearly seen, and he could not clearly see the paper figures placed aside.

In the hazy state of consciousness, his headache became particularly obvious.

But this dream was not the nightmare he usually used to vent his emotions, and the protagonist of the dream was not him, so he had no way to be presumptuous.

He had nothing to think about, so he could only endure the headache and walk forward in a hazy state.

The children must have been hidden, and the whole Chen's house became very quiet. For some reason, he didn't see the servants and the housekeeper, Uncle Chen.

Everything around me seemed to be still.

The Chen residence in the dream was obviously much quieter and less gloomy than the Chen residence where he was that night, but Yan Xingchen felt a sudden chill.

He stopped in the lobby of Chen Zhai Ting and frowned, feeling like he smelled...

Burnt custard smell.

It's the same smell that the old monkeys emit after they trigger death, with a burning smell.

But as soon as he smelled this smell, everything in front of him began to become completely blurred, and the world around him started to spin.

A hazy mist swept in.

His vision went dark again.

"...Are you awake?"

someone asked him.

Yan Xingchen frowned, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

Such a dream consumes too much energy, and at that moment he feels like his head is about to split open.

"Yan Xingchen?"

Yan Xingchen sat up suddenly.

The young man who had just escaped from the dream gasped and slowly opened his eyes. The dark eyes were still a little blurry, and there was a bit of patience in his eyes.

"I'm fine..." he said.

Xu Qianzhou was standing beside the bed looking at him.

The other party was wearing the pair of headphones that had been hanging around his neck. His glasses seemed to have been replaced, and there were no cracks in the lenses.

Xu Qianzhou asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? You've been sleeping for so long. It felt like you were having a nightmare just now. I see that your head is covered with sweat. You don't wake up no matter how much I call you, and now you wake up suddenly..."

Yan Xingchen waved his hand towards him and took out ten intermediate-level Tiao'an Talismans from the inventory.

These ten calming charms were also drawn using ordinary props such as bamboo paper before he came in.

During the first dungeon of Ting, he used the reward Ting'an Talisman to slightly suppress the shock caused by the defective soul. He knew that this thing was useful. So during the half month in Fan Congding, he studied it and exchanged it for low-level Ting.

He roughly learned how to draw the calming talisman. But Yan Xingchen was very surprised - he could understand those yin and yang in the real world, but it was completely different from Fan Cong.

In the world, these ghosts, props, skills and other weird things fit together. In the dungeon, he used his own blood to draw random spells, most of which were low-level. But if he sat down quietly and used them well,

He mixed his own blood with a few pieces of gallbladder props and carefully drew the gallbladder talisman stroke by stroke. There would probably be one out of ten drawings that would be an intermediate gallbladder.

So he not only prepared a few intermediate-level Tsai Yin-avoiding Talisman, but also prepared more than a dozen intermediate-level Tsai Anmulets.

After all, to him, the Calming Talisman is far more important than something like the Yin Refuge Talisman.

The dungeon wouldn't leave him much time to relieve his headache.

He took out these calming charms and kept roughly half of them. Then without blinking, he raised his hand and used the remaining half.

Yan

When Xingchen took out the stack of intermediate talismans and props, Xu Qianzhou's expression paused and his eyes widened.

After seeing Yan Xingchen squandering five or six cards without hesitation, Xu Qianzhou swallowed his saliva, and said in surprise and a bit dullly, "Hey, little fox..."

"Huh?" Yan Xingchen has gradually calmed down, and his eyes have gradually become clearer, "What?"

"Are you... cough," Xu Qianzhou pushed up his glasses awkwardly, lowered his voice, and said with a smile, "Which famous player on the overall rankings is cheating on his child?"

Yan Xingchen "?"

Xu Qianzhou added, "For a novice player, it's not easy to have just a few intermediate talismans. I saw that when you were dealing with paper mangos last night, you had a lot of shading talismans at hand. The one you used just now was a calming talisman, right?"

?Items such as the God-Calming Talisman are far less useful than actual combat props. Even for low-level pills, most people don’t have too many, let alone the intermediate-level God’s Peace Talismans. I don’t have any of them.”

And Yan Xingchen had more than a dozen of them.

No matter how powerful a newcomer is, like Li Jiuze, even with the support of the organization and the number of keys in his hand, it is unlikely that he can exchange for so many intermediate charms. Even if he spends all his money to exchange, who will exchange for such useless charms?

Naughty thing?

If this is not a prop that does not care about the strong man giving it to him, could it be that the little fox painted it himself?

How is this possible.

"Which one of the famous celebrities is on the list? Can you tell me secretly?"

Yan Xingchen "..."

In response to Xu Qianzhou Ting's sudden dismissal of Ting's bad karma.
To be continued...