He Lingchuan pretended not to hear, took out a short hair from the oil paper bag, and burned it to ashes in the candlelight.
Then he took out another note and wrote his name and date of birth, which was also burned to ashes.
The strange head leaned over and took a deep breath, as if he was carefully distinguishing it, and then said:
"Seven-year-old boy? Have you changed your taste? How are you going to deal with him this time?"
"It won't hurt anyone, just find him." He Lingchuan said, "Someone put a concealment circle on him to isolate him from tracking. Find his hiding place for me."
"It's easy. I'll go and have a look in his dream." The monster shook his head and was about to float away when he suddenly said, "Hey, let me go!"
Half of its tail is still in the branch.
This is the branch of Juluo sapling. Apart from the Fusheng knife, He Lingchuan is currently the only thing that can bring out the dream of Panlong.
The submarine wood sculpture originally associated with the nightmare was broken, so He Lingchuan casually broke off a branch to give it shelter. Anyway, the Juluo tree is also a type of submarine tree, which is more precious and powerful.
"Let it go." He Lingchuan shook the small branch, and the latter reluctantly let go of the nightmare's tail.
He Lingchuan is not afraid that the nightmare will not come back. This thing is being watched by the Three Corpse Insects.
Then, the nightmare passed through the crack in the door and disappeared in a flash.
Its form can only be seen by He Lingchuan who summoned it, and the guards guarding the door outside are unaware of it.
During the long night, He Lingchuan simply sat down, crossed his legs and adjusted his breathing.
Chapter completed!