After listening to what Liu Jifen said, Lin Hao was surprised, but then thought of something unreasonable——

Since Liu Jifen has been trapped in a dream for nineteen years, then who is Yang Yuemei in the mental hospital?

You know, Yang Yuemei is not sleeping all the time in the hospital.

She can speak, receive medical treatment, and even split into a secondary personality of Liu Guanzhu from the late Southern Song Dynasty!

From this point of view, Liu Jifen seems to be lying again.

What is the truth?

After thinking for a moment, Lin Hao decided to go to the ancient tomb to find the happy woman in the coffin.

Everything, seeing is believing!

"Where are you going?" Liu Jifen's urgent shout sounded from behind.

Lin Hao kept walking. After finding the approximate location of the ancient tomb, he used the magic power in his body to continue bombarding the ground.

Boom boom boom!!!

Liu Jifen's shouts and the crackling of the ground seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Soon, the sleeping residents of Qingniu Town were woken up one after another. They got up one after another and talked about it.

But Lin Hao didn't care.

This is just a dream.

However, he forgot that Liu Jifen said that as long as the trend of the dream is changed, the dream will restart.

It didn't take long for his consciousness to become blurry.

Oops.

It's time to wake up!

………………

Suddenly, Lin Hao returned to Yang Yuemei's ward.

At this time, it was still night in the real world. Lin Hao thought for a moment and injected a trace of mana into Yang Yuemei's sleeping point.

Then he touched Yang Yuemei's forehead again.

He refused to give up and planned to enter the dreamland again.

Buzz…

The mark flashes slightly and the scene changes——

It's snowing heavily and the wind is freezing.

How has it changed?

Lin Hao was stunned and immediately looked around.

It was night at this time, and he was standing on a field ridge.

In the distance, a large mountain looms.

Such a familiar scene.

This is exactly the same as the beginning of the illusion created by Dong Yu!

Is it a dream from eight hundred years ago?

Or was it snowing nineteen years ago?

Whoosh!

Lin Hao's body's magic power was fully activated and he went straight to Qingniu Town.

He didn't want to guess anymore. Yes or no, he could tell at a glance!

………………

"Sir, it's freezing cold here, would you like to call a carriage? Everyone knows that my fare in Changwei is the cheapest in town."

At the entrance of the town, Lin Hao saw Chang Wei again. The latter's tone of voice was almost exactly the same as in the illusion.

Lin Hao ignored him at all, his body flashed and he sneaked into Mr. Xia's mansion like a ghost.

This time he arrived a little early, and there were not many guests in the lobby. Lin Hao found a seat that was convenient for observation, and silently paid attention to every move around him.

He needs to figure out first whose dream this is?

According to the existing information, it is speculated that it is probably Liu Guanzhu.

Because Yang Yuemei's split personality is him.

So what is the relationship between the two of them?

Also, who is Yang Yuemei, and why are there so many different consciousnesses in her body?

………………

While Lin Hao was thinking, the wedding banquet was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Not long after, the bride and groom came.

It's Xia Mo from the previous life and Dong Yu who is wearing a hijab.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to Gaotang!"

"Husband and wife pay homage! Send them into the cave..."

"Wait a minute! You can't enter the bridal chamber, Mr. Xia, your young master can't enter the bridal chamber today!"

Just like last time, Liu Guanzhu appeared outside the gate and prevented the wedding banquet from proceeding.

After the argument, Guanzhu Liu took out the bronze mirror, and Dong Yu was forced to reveal his original form of the five-hundred-year-old green snake demon.

At this time, a large number of guests began to flee, shouting and screaming.

Lin Hao moved quietly, hiding among the small group of guests who had not left, paying full attention to the movements around him.

Dong Yu didn't lie. Everything in the fantasy world happened eight hundred years ago.

But at the same time, another question emerged in Lin Hao's mind——

In the illusion, he saved Dong Yu.

Then who saved her eight hundred years ago?

Soon, this question will have an answer.

At this time, the groom Xia Mo was beaten violently by his father, and Dong Yu's whole body turned into a snake. The former did not know whether he was exhausted or frightened by the snake's head, and finally passed out.

"Mr. Xia, leave the rest to us."

Taking this opportunity, Laifu took out a short dagger from his arms, then looked at Chang Wei, preparing to kill him: "It's time to hit the road."

Keng!

At the last moment, the harsh sound of gold and iron struck was heard, and the dagger in Laifu's hand was knocked away.

"Who?" Laifu turned around with a fierce expression.

Bang!

There was a faint muffled sound, and Laifu's entire body suddenly exploded.

Blood spilled everywhere and organs flew.

Some fell inside the house, some splashed on people, and some fell in the yard, and were soon covered by the white snow.

In the blink of an eye, a living person was shattered into pieces.

Within two seconds, there was deathly silence in the lobby, so people were immersed in shock and their brains were unable to make any reaction.

Within these two seconds, Lin Hao thought of two questions -

First, the way Laifu died.

His body was shattered by an extremely powerful magic power, which was exactly the same as when he was killed by Bai Songgan at the gate of Heifeng Village.

Moreover, this mana fluctuation is stronger than Bai Songqian in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

No, it’s even stronger than Tang Xiao in the middle Nascent Soul stage!

Probably--

Transformation period.

Second, kill the source of Laifu's mana.

Coming from due east of Qingniu Town.

But Lin Hao didn't know the exact location.

In other words, this person is not nearby at all. He is hundreds of miles away, or hundreds of miles away, where Lin Hao's spiritual consciousness cannot reach.
To be continued...