Taoist Zilong’s solution was to enter the dream of this sleepy person and understand what dream she had in order to solve the problem.

However, Qiong shook his head repeatedly, feeling it was too incredible. Entering someone else's dream, the difficulty and risk were more than just a lot of people. It was simply nonsense. Perhaps, I have only seen it in science fiction movies and mythological stories.

However, he was very curious, so he asked Taoist Zilong: "Will you have any experience in entering someone else's dream?"

Taoist Zilong shook his head: "In legend, only the evil sects in the past would do this. How could I have experience? It's just because I feel it. What to do depends on Lao Guo's arrangement."

"But Lao Guo doesn't come out now. We have been here for so long, and there is no movement. I said, little guy, are you sure you didn't fool us?"

Lu Qiuye's face was anxious, and Taoist Zilong waved his hand to Fan Chou and said, "I believe this kid, let's wait a little longer. Maybe the situation is urgent now, and Lao Guo is busy inside."

"I'm busy inside..." Wanchou looked at the woman on the bed and thought that this was really awkward. He had planned to come out to find the city god, but he didn't expect that before it even started, he encountered such a thing.

He was secretly anxious and had no choice but to leave it alone. Besides, he was still counting on Guo Cuzi to give some clues. Unexpectedly, Guo Cuzi is not awake now, so it seems that he can only solve this problem.

After waiting anxiously for a while, the little boy looked at him with a hurried look. Wanchou was a little restless. Taoist Zilong was quite calm, but his eyebrows were also furious.

Suddenly, the woman on the bed moved slightly. Just as Fan Chou was about to step forward to check what was going on, she saw her breath slowly. Then a familiar voice came from her mouth.

"You two lazy guys don't call me when you come, let me fight to the death..."

This voice was exactly what Guo Crooked, but it was just that it was unspeakable strangeness and shock when it came out of a middle-aged woman. Wan Chou and Taoist Zilong looked at each other, and they were all white-haired sweat on their foreheads...

"What do we need to do now?" Wanchou asked rushingly.

Guo Crooker said in his voice: "Either you come in and help, or you can pull me out outside. His grandma's, I can't find the exit..."

"This... I don't have to think about how to get in, how can I pull you out?"

"Idiot, just hold her hand and pull it out hard."

"Then..." Fan Chou said in a daze: "Isn't that going to the ground? Do you want to drag it hard?"

"If you have that ability, try..."

Fanchou was puzzled, and reached out to grab her arm and pulled it out with force. But unexpectedly, he used a lot of force and couldn't pull it. The man on the bed seemed to have eaten a hundred weights, not only was he determined, but he also weighed almost a thousand pounds!

Seeing this, Taoist Zilong asked, "Are you one person or two people now? At about where in your body?"

"Nonsense, of course, there are two people, almost in their hands, but this is the junction of yin and yang, and danger may occur at any time..."

When Guo Crook said this, his voice had weakened. Taoist Zilong looked nervous and hurried to Wanchou: "Hurry up, we have to hurry up. He probably finally ran out. Now he is trapped in his body. Let's pull them out together!"

"good!"

Feng Choong let out a sound, spitted into the palm of his hand, grabbed the wrist of the little boy Lu Qiuye's mother, competed with his arms, and pulled it backwards.

Lu Qiuye was already stunned by the side, but at this time he rushed up to help Wanchou pull together.

The two of them tried hard together, but it didn't work. For some reason, the man seemed to be integrated with the bed. No matter how hard he used, he would not move at all.

"Why can't I pull it..." Fan Cho asked while pulling.

Taoist Zilong ignored him, looked at him for a moment, and shouted: "Don't panic, I'll help you!"

However, the little boy's mother had already occupied both hands, and Taoist Zilong could only use his hands to put Yan Cho's arm and pull it back with force.

This time it was the power of three people, and Ran Chou shouted: "One two...one two...one two..."

Taoist Zilong followed his strength and used his strength at the same time, just like pulling radishes, and he was desperately pulling his body.

It was very strange. Putting aside the strength of the little boy Lu Qiuye, the strength of Fu Cho and Taoist Zilong had already pulled the whole bed and started to shake, but the people on the bed were still motionless. Fu Cho simply doubted whether she was welded on the bed.

The two of them were getting more and more vigorous. The little boy Lu Qiuye pursed his lips tightly and pulled them together, but his expression seemed to be about to cry. He kept saying, "What should I do? Why didn't my mother move? She wasn't that heavy before..."

Taoist Zilong said, "Now don't worry about that much. The purpose is not to pull your mother, but to pull out her and your Grandpa Guo's soul. If you want to pull the soul, your body cannot move. This is the fixed body technique and spells like Qianjin Pendant that your Grandpa Guo uses. Don't talk, just pull it hard!"

After being busy, Qiong was sweating profusely. Only then did he understand why this person was so heavy. He couldn't help but increase his confidence and pulled the human soul out of his body. This was the first time he heard that it would be worthwhile to really pull it out. If he turned around, he would write a ghost story and submit it!

Pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it...

As Fan Chou pulled, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to have heard a foreign song, and there were a lot of them in it. I didn’t expect that he really encountered it today. When will this end...

However, when Yihui pulled Fengchou, he couldn't pull it anymore. He was just now, and thought that Fengchou was a weak scholar, and at most he had the power to tie a chicken. Lu Qiuye's mother looked stronger than him, and what kind of fixed-fitting method he had been used, Fanchou felt that his arms were gradually sore, his hands were numb, and he was exhausted...

Taoist Zilong behind him was full of energy, and he was not vague at all with his rhythm, but the slogans that Fengcao shouted gradually became messy, and he started to shout "one, two, one, two", which turned out to be "one... two, one... two, one, two... three..."

Okay, the first two-stage stance was changed to three-stage stance. Master Zilong couldn't keep up with his rhythm for a while, and the force he used was a little dispersed. After pulling for a while, Van Chou was shouting "One...two..." The drag cavity behind these two was very long. Obviously, the force had not been used to the end. Then there was a three. But just as Master Zilong held his strength, Van Chou suddenly exhaled his energy, and the three behind him were like a balloon with air leaks, and they squeezed out from his teeth with air leakage.

It doesn't matter if he did this. Master Zilong didn't keep up with the rhythm at all. He didn't expect that when he tightened his strength, Fan Cho suddenly exhaled his anger, so he twisted his strength to Fan Cho's strength backwards, and he slapped his hands and didn't grab Fan Cho's arm. He took a few steps back and almost sat on the ground.

But what was even more pitiful was that the force behind him suddenly disappeared, causing him to stagger forward and snatch it away, and the other one was unable to stop, and he hit Lu Qiuye's mother's forehead head-on.

"Hey hey hey..." Fan Chou didn't stop the car, and watched his forehead slam and hit Lu Qiuye's mother's forehead...

Fanchou felt a pain in his head, and then he had a dizzy moment. The collision was so fierce that he felt his head was about to break...

Fan Chou covered his head and screamed for a long time. Somehow, he suddenly felt that it was no longer painful. He felt a little strange. He let go of his hand and looked up and was stunned.

The surroundings are dark and gray, with dark clouds pressing against the sky and rocky ground. He is standing on a gravel path, with gloomy and weird groves on both sides. Looking up, the road under his feet is stretching forward, leading to the mist in the distance...

Taoist Zilong, the little boy, and the little boy's fucking, all disappeared.
Chapter completed!