This is a world of darkness and death. Pan Yang wandered alone in the endless dark desert. Dark clouds floated around his feet like dog skin plaster. The cold wind roared sharply in his ears like a wolf howl, but Pan Yang was calm and steady as an old dog.

Next, it’s time for the old man to appear?

Pan Yang turned around as he walked. Sure enough, a ragged little old man was following him sneakily. After being discovered, he grinned with a wretched smile and showed his mouth full of yellow teeth:

"Brother, are you cultivating immortals?"

But after seeing clearly that it was Pan Yang, the old man suddenly looked disappointed: "Why are you always?"

Pan Yang's mouth twitched concealed twice: "I also want to know, why are you always there? Who are you?"

The little old man bared his teeth and said, "Do you have ten thousand taels of gold?"

Pan Yang: "No..."

"If you don't have a gold 10,000 taels, you are worthy of asking me your name?" The old man rolled his eyes in anger:

"Poor ghost!"

I'm so angry that Pan Yang was so angry that he woke up, and he suddenly sat up: "Hey Mom!"

"Yangyang!" My mother is a natural soprano, and a wall can't stop her voice from spreading:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Pan Yang wiped a cold sweat and decided to light a cigarette to suppress his shock. His mother knew his questions very well:

"Did you have that dream again?"

"It's okay, mom, I just want to pee!" Pan Yang took his cigarette in his mouth and pulled his slippers to the darkness and went to the bathroom.

"Yangyang, don't be too stressed!" Zhizi's mother, and her mother comforted her kindly: "It's not that our family can't be broken. If there is no suitable job, let's look for it slowly. Do you think your father is living a good life even if he has a paper?"

Dad whispered: "No, why do you say your son always takes me for? Besides, it's a traditional craft to make paper..."

"Come on, you!" My mother decisively fired: "Can traditional craft help my son find a job? Can traditional craftsmanship..."

The old couple started again... Pan Yang shook his head helplessly, went to the bathroom and walked back.

When passing the aisle, Pan Yang, whose head was dizzy, unconsciously bounced the ashes. He accidentally got too strong and the entire cigarette butt was bounced off by him. He walked back to his room without realizing it.

There were bags of gold foil ingots piled up in the aisle, and the fiery red cigarette butts fell on the plastic bag and burned them out...

Pan Yang didn't even see it and pressed half of the cigarette into the ashtray. He yawned into the quilt. When he closed his eyes, he quickly fell asleep again. Then he came to the world where the sky was dark and dead, and once again met the little old man with a disheveled head and ragged face. The little old man smiled slutty:

"Brother, come to be a disciple!"

"Ha?" Pan Yang was confused. The old man had already taken the gold ingot from his hand with a smile:

"Brother, I see that you have a stunning bone spirit. You are a genius of immortal cultivation in thousands. And you are destined to be with me..."

Pan Yang was shocked: "Golden Yuanbao..."

"It doesn't matter if gold ingots are not gold ingots," the old man quickly put a bag of gold ingots into his sleeve:

"It's mainly because your sincerity touched me!"

Pan Yang: “…”

"I will deliver the money with one hand and the other. Come on, let's pass on you a skill!" The old man wanted to pat Pan Yang's head affectionately, but he couldn't get enough, so he had to stand on tiptoe and pat Pan Yang's pelvis:

"This technique is called the Heart Sutra of Dreams, and all the [ghost practices] start with the Heart Sutra of Dreams!

"Disciple, your shoelaces are opened!"

"Is that true?" Pan Yang subconsciously looked down, but found that he was wearing a pair of flip-flops under his feet. He was suddenly slapped by the old man on the Tianling Gallery. Pan Yang's head was buzzing at that time...

When the buzzing momentum passed, Pan Yang felt a lot of strange knowledge added to his mind!

"The Heart Sutra of Dreams" looks at the high-end, elegant and elegant name, but it teaches ghosts how to send dreams to people!

Pan Yang can now sneak into the dreams of people he knows. He can give his family a lesson or retaliate against his enemies. Of course, the Heart Sutra of Dreams also has many restrictions.

First of all, it must be someone he knows.

Secondly, he cannot reveal the secrets of Yin and Yang.

Third, he cannot attack the living souls.

But he doesn't need to directly attack his enemies. He can absorb the enemy's yang energy without leaving his dream, corrupt his enemy's fortune, endanger his enemy's health, and lose his life span over time!

The Heart Sutra of Dreams is a technique that practices by absorbing the yang energy of living people. Pan Yang couldn't help but say:

"This is too much damage!"

"Doesn't damage? Only the damage ghost cultivator!" The old man was confident: "You won't just suck bad people?"

"Only sucking bad people is called practicing the way for heaven, and it can also accumulate good deeds!"

What he said makes sense, but I was speechless! Pan Yang now has many questions in his mind: Is this the Yin Realm? Is the little old man a ghost? Is this a living person practicing the magic of ghosts?

"Smack!"

Pan Yang suddenly woke up from his dream and looked at his motivated mother holding a feather duster in his hand:

"Mom! What's wrong with me!"

"What's wrong with you? You're almost burning our house!" My mother grabbed Pan Yang's ear and pulled him into the smoky aisle. The wet floor was covered with paper ash, and the white walls were charred...

Pan Yang choked and coughed. His mother patted him on the back while cursing: "You were smoking secretly again just now, right? Smoothing! Smoking that smoke all day long! You don't know that our family runs a paper-tied shop!

"If it weren't for my sniffing, you two would sleep like a dead pig, and no one would know if they were burned to death!"

It seems that in order to prove how correct my mother said, my dad's snoring sound came from the master bedroom...

"Old Pan! Pan Jinsuo!" My mother decisively took her anger on her father, rushed into the master bedroom and swung the feather duster:

"Sleep still! Sleep! Sleep!"

"Wife! Ao! Ao! Ao!"

Listening to my father's howling like a pig, Pan Yang silently picked up a broom and squeezing the paper ash on the ground.

It was not until this time that Pan Yang discovered that there was still half an unburned gold foil in the paper ash!

At that time, Pan Yang's scalp exploded, and he connected several memory fragments in his mind like a puzzle:

When he passed by the aisle, he unconsciously bounced the ashes...

A large bag of gold ingots that appeared in his hand for no reason...

The Heart Sutra that teaches ghosts how to send dreams to living people...

Half of the unburned gold foil in a pile of paper ash...

Pan Yang couldn't help but take a breath of air. So, the world with dark and deadness is really the Yin Realm? And the gold foil paper ingot that he accidentally burned was really turned into a golden ingot in the Yin Realm?
Chapter completed!