The face stared at Wu Feng with resentment, his eyes were covered with blood, and there were scratching blood marks on his face. Her shriveled mouth grinned, revealing her teethless gums, and her tongue stretched out, and she was about to touch Wu Feng's face. Wu Feng looked at the shriveled face like a rotten persimmon in fear and despair. He could not dodge, and his whole body was stiff and motionless.

In the dark, a voice came to Wu Feng's mind, an old, gloomy, resentful voice: You all want to die, you killed me.

No

Wu Feng wanted to open his mouth and shout, but found that he could not make any noise at all, so he could only shout deep in his heart.

The face moved down from above bit by bit. The old lady's gray hair, like thatch, even touched her face. It was a little itchy, but it made people feel cold all over her body and her hair suddenly rose.

In extreme fear, Wu Feng told himself not to be afraid. As the descendant of Taoism, especially the descendant of Maoshan, how could he be scared to death by these evil things? At this moment, Wu Feng endured the numb feeling and closed his eyes tightly, not looking at the old lady's resentful face.

In his heart, he began to silently recite the spell of exorcism that Maoshan disciples would recite. Gradually, the feeling of fear disappeared, and the weed-like hair that slid on his face also disappeared. Wu Feng gradually felt that he could breathe, and his breathing was like a fish returning to the water again.

Suddenly, Wu Feng sat up suddenly and suddenly opened his eyes. Only then did he realize that his whole body was sweating profusely. At this moment, his clothes were soaked.

It turned out that this was really a dream, but the dream was too real, which made Wu Feng feel scared for a while.

Looking at the yellow-haired monkey beside him, he was sleeping unhappy now, his body curled up tightly, and the expression on the monkey's face was also a little distorted, and he was even shaking slightly. Wu Feng frowned and found something was wrong. The yellow-haired monkey seemed to be having some terrifying dreams.

Squeak

The yellow-haired monkey suddenly let out a sharp scream, shaking its head, and its body shrank back hard, as if hiding from something.

Wu Feng couldn't bear to see it anymore, and grabbed the yellow-haired monkey's shoulder and shook it hard. The yellow-haired monkey finally woke up from the dream. Her monkey paws were still waving, but when he opened his eyes and saw that the person in front of him was Wu Feng, he finally stopped struggling and hugged Wu Feng's neck, his small body trembled like a sieve.

As time goes by, a very terrifying voice came from not far away, which was the voice of Lao Liu. He shouted in fear: No, don't come here, I have no grudges and no grudges with you, why do you want to kill me

Old Liu shouted in horror, his hands scratching and scratching the walls, slashing a layer of skin. Seeing this, Wu Feng hurriedly ran towards Old Liu, stretched out his fingers, and quickly drew a talisman of the air. This talisman of the air is a Clear Heart Mantra, and its biggest effect is to make people calm down.
Chapter completed!