The Rebirth of Xue Yang, the Patriarch of Demon Dao—Original Author: Moxiang Tongxiu

Two flowers bloom, which can represent one branch.

Ever since Xue Yang flew into the Golden Palace with Xiao Xingchen, he entered a golden palace. The golden water melted from the walls of the surrounding palaces had already submerged his ankles. I can't see clearly, it looks so illusory and ethereal, as if I am in an illusion.

He stepped on the viscous golden water and walked towards the depths of the Golden Palace. After walking for a long time, his vision gradually cleared up. The misty water vapor gradually dispersed, and the golden water under his feet turned into a dance of thousands of golden snakes dancing. The misty creek flows all the way to the distant jungle.

In the quiet night sky, the hazy silver ash of the moon was sprinkled, which happened to reflect a clearing in the forest in the distance very eye-catchingly. On the high platform of the clearing, depending on what other objects were placed, it was glowing like black jade. shine.

Curious, Xue Yang went ashore to share flowers and willows, and walked meanderingly towards the open space, wanting to find out what was going on, he walked in and took a closer look, and found that the object placed on the high platform was a black jade bed.

The black jade bed was radiant and radiant, very simple and simple, with a faint cytoplasm at the corners, depending on the age.

Although the bed is old, the black color is covered with bright stars, and upon closer inspection, it is painted with gold and carved with mottled textures. It looks like a kind of mythical beast - its body is like a horse, and its nose is like an elephant. The forehead is like a rhinoceros, and the words "Nightmare Bed" are engraved on the horizontal pillar of the bed.

"Nightmare tapir?"

Xue Yang had heard before that in ancient times, there was a kind of mythical beast called the nightmare, which specialized in feeding on people's dreams. Some could devour dreams, some could make the devoured dreams reappear in reality, and some devoured people's nightmares. Give people a good night's dream and drive away bad luck.

"I don't know what effect this nightmare bed has?"

Xue Yang wondered secretly, he thought to himself, since Jin has come in, no matter it is a blessing or a curse, he must go to find out. However, what needs to be vigilant is that once this person enters the dream, most of them will not realize that they are in the dream. Well, sweet dreams may be so attached to people that people don't want to wake up, and nightmares may directly scare people to death in the dream, and they will never wake up again.

"Forget it, as long as you wake up to 'I'm dreaming' at any time after falling into a dream, you should be fine. If it comes, you can rest easy. It's all coming. Maybe you have to go back empty-handed."

Xue Yang then jumped onto the "Nightmare Tapir Bed", laying his head on the only black jade pillow on the bed, waiting for Zhou Gong and Meng Chong to come to invite him. Sure enough, after a while, the black jade pillow emitted bursts of fragrance, as if there was a strong With the effect of calming and sleeping, his eyelids are getting heavier and drooping and he can't open them. He knows that he is getting more sleepy at this time, and he is probably about to fall asleep. He kept saying in his mouth: "This is a dream, this is a dream, remember everything for a while is just a dream..."

About the time for a cup of tea, Xue Yang slowly opened his eyes. Surrounded by an ancient city with ruined walls, there was a sea of ​​corpses in front of him. Vultures circled down and stopped one after another, pecking at the rotting corpses. , Xue Yang looked back at the city gate, and wrote two words: "Yicheng".

Xue Yang grinned: "No wonder it's familiar with the smell, is this back to the old place?"

Although he pretended to be nonchalant and his expression remained unchanged, he still couldn't lie to himself, there was slight sweat on his forehead, and he had a bad premonition.

Take a long breath, try to calm down, and remind yourself: "This is a dream, as long as I remember, it's a dream and it's fine."

He walked towards the familiar path in the past, as if revisiting his old place, he was already in a different state of mind. In front of him was the Yizhuang where he and Xiao Xingchen lived, and he couldn't help speeding up under his feet.

The entrance of the Yizhuang is just like many years ago, there are still some abandoned coffins. Xue Yang stood still at the entrance of the Yizhuang. The sound of two people arguing.

One person said: "Save the world?! It's ridiculous, you can't even save yourself! You think that if you do something good, the world will be unified, stupid!"

The voice was clearly his own. Xue Yang looked through the crack of the door. Sure enough, the person standing on the other side was Xiao Xingchen who knew the truth—knowing that he was tricked into killing by Xue Yang. Unsteady, two lines of blood and tears rolled out from under the blindfolded white silk.

The Xue Yang in the dream had a ferocious and proud face, and when Xue Yang saw his previous face, he felt a little disgusted in his heart.

I only heard him mocking in the dream: "A self-proclaimed righteous person who acts on behalf of the heavens? You are just causing trouble, and the people around you suffer because of you. You have achieved nothing. You have to blame yourself, you asked for it!..."

That's right, Xue Yang in the dream and Xiao Xingchen in the dream are repeating the tragedy of the past. Xue Yang knows the him in the dream, and after saying the next words, Xiao Xingchen will kill himself.

Thinking of this episode, Xue Yang's eyes suddenly burst into tears, he couldn't let him die in front of him again, otherwise he would go crazy, Xue Yang shouted: "Xiao Xingchen, you are not allowed to die, you are not allowed! "

However, this voice seemed to be heard only by himself. In the dream, Xiao Xingchen was about to die, blood stained his front, lying peacefully in a pool of blood. Xue Yang wanted to open the door and rush in. To kill that self, he hates himself, he hates his stupidity, he hates himself why he forced him so much in the first place, he wants to say sorry to Xiao Xingchen, he wants to die with him!

Just as he was about to break through the door, he suddenly felt his back tremble, and vaguely felt that there was someone behind him, as if something was staring at him momentarily. He tried hard to turn around to check, but he couldn't turn around. Then he turned his head reluctantly, and from the corner of his eye saw a blurred face behind him, an ignorant figure, a strange whisper sounded in his ear, but he couldn't make out what he said, the voice fluctuated loudly and softly, and his vision flickered Suddenly dark.

Xue Yang wanted to pace and run forward, but found that he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet. The person behind him seemed to have no face, and it seemed that there was only a strange big mouth on his face.

The thing suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed Xue Yang's left shoulder tightly, making him unable to move at all. Xue Yang wanted to break free, but found that he was struggling desperately. The hand was welded to his left shoulder so motionlessly, making him seem The blood in his whole body was frozen, and he couldn't even use the strength to turn around and run forward.

Xue Yang quickly grabbed that hand, wanting to shake it off, and shouted: "Let go! Let me go!"

That thing turned a deaf ear, and the hand on his shoulder seemed to take root from the ground. The long red armor gradually moved from his left shoulder to his left chest, sinking into his texture, as if it wanted to dig out his heart and lungs. .

Xue Yang became more and more frightened, with cold sweat running down his forehead.

Suddenly, his heart became clear, and he suddenly realized: "Wait, I'm dreaming, these are illusions, where was I just now?"

Temporary amnesia almost caused a catastrophe, Xue Yang tried his best to think about memories, where was he just now? : "By the way, I was on the bed just now, a big black bed."

Xue Yang took a deep breath, tried his best to calm himself down, and said to himself: "Don't worry about what's behind you, don't worry about the hand he's holding on to his left shoulder, these are just dreams, close your eyes, yes, close your eyes, wait for me to open them eyes, and returned to the bed."

Knowing this verse, Xue Yang quickly closed his eyes and counted down: "One... two... three... go back!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. As expected, he was lying back on the bed at this time: "It really was a dream, so dangerous. Fortunately, I woke up to be on the bed."

Xue Yang secretly rejoiced, although it was a false alarm, but everything was so real, now thinking of that face, he couldn't help but feel chills down his spine.

He slowly took a deep breath to relieve his distraught thoughts, secretly wondering, what kind of strange dream is this, what is the thing that grabbed me, it is really extremely weird.

The more he thought about it, the more his palms were sweating, and his whole body was chilling. He quickly lifted the quilt up to keep warm. He felt something was wrong when he lifted the quilt.

Just such a moment of hesitation, as if he couldn't die, the feeling of suffocation came back again, and his chest, which was obviously relieved, suddenly tightened again.

So, I looked at the tightness of his heart in a strange way, and suddenly the hairs stood on end, a white hand was firmly grasping his heart, and looking up along this arm, it was the one who seemed to be there before. With a faceless face and long wet hair hanging down, he was standing at the head of the bed, bending backwards and looking down at himself, the blood oozing from the hair was dripping into Xue Yang's eyes.

The face was buried lower and lower, almost overlapping with Xue Yang's face. It was extremely weird and terrifying. Xue Yang wanted to get up from the bed, but he couldn't move at all. It was like a ghost pressing the bed. He looked at the face that was getting closer and closer. He opened his mouth and roared in fright, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only open his mouth wide and howl in a strange way.

In a burst of hoarseness that only he could hear, with strong perseverance, his fingers were finally driven to move, and he grabbed the icy cold hand with his backhand, trying to move it away, but, obviously The hand was only lightly resting on his chest, but at this moment it was as heavy as a thousand catties, as steady as a rock, grabbing his heart and not letting go, Xue Yang felt his chest getting tighter and tighter, to the point where he couldn't even breathe.

Xue Yang put his mind to one side, since that hand couldn't be broken apart, he would turn it into a claw. He only thought why didn't his nails grow longer, and roared in his heart: "Bad bastard, I can't strangle you to death, damn it!" Xue Yang Yang's nails sank deeper and deeper, almost into the bone, exerting all the strength he had nursed all his life, trying to pinch a transparent hole in that thing's hand.

Just like that, Xue Yang and that thing had opposite faces, their eyes intersected, and they were deadlocked with each other.

At the scene, Xue Yang suddenly shouted: "Ah!it hurts! '

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand, woke up abruptly, turned over and sat up on the bed, his clothes were soaked through, his chest was heaving and unsteady, his breathing was still short and unsteady, the white shadow was no longer there, and he hurried towards his Looking at his heart, he saw that his hands were overlapping, his right hand was pressing on his heart, and his left hand was pinching the back of his right hand. Blood was already seen on the back of his hand. It turned out that the hand he pinched so desperately just now was actually his own hands.

His left hand pinched his right hand, he pinched himself, and woke up due to the pain, Xue Yang let out a long breath, and thought, "Dream within a dream?"

"Yang'er, why are you screaming like ghosts? Sleeping in broad daylight and having a dream, right? Hurry up and water the vegetables in the backyard, and by the way, water the pagoda trees in the east~~"

"Okay~~Mom~~ Where's my sister?" Xue Yang got up from the bed, picked up a steamed bun on the table and gnawed on it. He looked back at the messy bed, thoughtful, but couldn't remember. What went wrong.

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The author has something to say:

Finally let Xue Yang travel back to his childhood, there may be a lot of bugs, but because some things are temporary thoughts, they may not match the previous ones, I just turned over Mo Xiangda’s article, only to find that there I made it clear that it was said by Wei Ying that those people who were contaminated with corpse poison powder by Xue Yang can be rescued, but I forcibly whitewashed our Xue Yang by saying that those who were poisoned by corpse poison were not If you are saved, if you don’t kill it, you will infect more people.Let's pretend that Xue Yang didn't know at the time. After all, Xue Yang didn't have Wei Yingjing in his studies, so let's pretend that he thought those people couldn't be saved.There may be many places where Xue Yang is forcibly whitewashed, but who told me to like him? I like him, so I have to find reasons for him. ,,,,,