Chang Ming pushed open the door, and the cold air hit his face. He instantly blew out the candles in the room and blew the dog into a sneeze. When he wanted to jump out of bed and follow Chang Ming, the other party was silent. disappeared at the door.
The snow in the yard is getting heavier and thicker, and it has been covered with a thick layer. Ordinary people can sink half a foot when they step on it.
But Changming's pace fell on it, and he didn't even have a mark.
There was a faint noise in front of the inn, and it was guests who couldn't sleep gathered in the hall to inquire about news.
In contrast, the front yard where Lao He's father and daughter lived was unusually quiet.
Several guards were also in the wing rooms on the left and right sides of the front yard, but they were all silent, maybe they were all asleep, and they didn't even hear the scream.
Chang Ming came to the outside of the wing.
As soon as he raised his hand, he heard a coughing sound.
One, two, low and rough.
"Old He." Chang Ming said.
The people inside said, "Is that Mr. Jiufang? Why are you outside?"
Chang Ming: "Did you hear a scream just now?"
Lao He: "No, I slept too deeply. I just woke up from my own cough. Would you like to come in and sit?"
After he said that, he lifted the quilt and got up, and there was the movement of putting on shoes on the bed.
"No, you continue to rest, I'll come and ask, don't walk around outside if you're okay, and talk about it when it's completely bright."
Old He responded repeatedly, and then asked if something was going on outside, Changming dismissed him with a word, and turned to leave.
After a while, the room seemed to be quiet again, without a sound.
Changming goes and returns.
He did not follow the original path to the outside of the house, but floated lightly on the roof, at the corner of the roof ridge, bent over to lift a piece of roof tile, and moved the gap to prevent the wind and snow from seeping in.
It was very dark inside, but Chang Ming could see the outline.
Lao He was lying flat on the bed, with a quilt under his neck, his breathing was steady ups and downs, seemingly without any abnormality.
But on the other side close to the inside, there was a faint shadow covering the half of the body. At first glance, it looked like a shadow falling from a gauze curtain, but it was thicker than the shadow, and even flowed slowly.
No need to look closely, the sword in the sea of knowledge is already clattering, eager to try.
Sword out.
He recited the sword art silently, a golden light flashed by in front of him, the Changming Sword escaped, flew into the house, and slammed into the shadow beside Lao He, not letting the other party have a chance to escape, the shadow mourned and mourned Howling, struggling desperately, but to no avail, gradually weakened.
Chang Ming stretched out his hand, and the shadow couldn't resist being pulled up and grabbed by him. The upper body was vaguely human-shaped, but it had no facial features, and the shadow was mixed with blood.
This is a dreamer.
Most of the memory is missing, but the answer pops out of my mind unexpectedly.
Chang Ming didn't delve into it. In Yun Weisi's few words, he vaguely knew that he used to be a very powerful person.
Since it is powerful, it is not surprising to know so much.
Dream demons are not demons, they are more inclined to ghosts.
Such spirits are good at grasping the weaknesses of people's hearts and entering the dream state to control human nature, so as to eat away the soul little by little and strengthen themselves.
Looking at the appearance of Lao He, it is estimated that the dream demon was smashed by Chang Ming before he could start.
Changming wakes people up.
Lao He slept more deeply than before, and woke up with a sore body all over his body, as if many years had passed, and even his body exuded a stale smell.
Hearing that someone was calling his name all the time, he barely opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw that someone seemed to be standing in front of the bed, and couldn't help but startled.
"Save... you, you!"
The man stretched out his hand and clicked between his brows, Old He was stunned, opened his eyes wide, and vaguely saw the outline.
"Mr. Jiufang?!"
"You take the lamp first, it's not convenient for me."
Old He was full of doubts, wrapped his clothes and lit a candle tremblingly.
The warmth of the candle light neutralized the icy cold in the house, and it also made Lao He see what an inconvenient method Chang Ming was doing.
Lao He's eyes widened, looking at the struggling shadow in the opponent's hand, he couldn't help but take two or three steps back.
"Then, what is that!"
"Dream Demon, it changes human form, cannibalizes people's hearts, it is difficult to kill, and once it is released, it will escape." Chang Ming looked around, pointing to the only vase in the house that was used as a decoration, "Bring that one."
The vase is clumsy and rough, and it is impossible to put too good decorations in the inn. If it is taken by the guests or steals the dragon and turns the phoenix, it will not be worth the loss. This kind of vase will not be seen by the old man on weekdays, but now he is holding it carefully. The bottle, handed to Changming.
Chang Ming motioned for him to hold it like that.
"Hold on, don't fall."
Before Lao He could react, he saw the other party pick up the shadow and shove it towards him.
The bottle sank, so that it didn't fall to the ground. Lao He was weighed down by the sudden weight. Chang Ming had already taken the vase, and he didn't know what to plug the mouth of the bottle, completely blocking the dream demon's way of life.
The most urgent task is not to deal with the dream demon, but to find out if the dream demon has any accomplices.
When the screams sounded, Lao He was not the only one, but his daughter and guard were silent and unresponsive, which was unusual in itself.
"Little lady He is in the back room?" Chang Ming asked.
Lao He hasn't regained his senses yet, and hearing this is like waking up from a dream.
"That's right, A Ling!"
He didn't care about putting on his shoes, he stumbled and followed Chang Ming into the back room.
"Daddy?"
Because the weather was too cold, the little girl slept with her clothes on, sat up with her quilt, and her eyes were drowsy.
At her age, she should have turned a blind eye to outsiders, but when the incident happened suddenly, Lao He didn't think much about it and broke in with Chang Ming.
"Are you OK?"
Mrs. He shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
"What happened to Dad and Mr.?"
"It's not peaceful outside, Dad is worried about you." Lao He tried his best to calm down, "Did you hear anything just now?"
"It seemed like someone was screaming, but I couldn't tell if it was a dream or a real person. I was confused."
Mrs. He wanted to get up, but was stopped by Lao He.
"You sleep with you. Dad and Mr. go outside to have a look. If you have anything, just shout, and we will be there right away."
The little girl nodded obediently and said considerately, "It's cold, Dad, you should wear warm clothes when you go out."
Lao He was pleased that his daughter was sensible, touched her head, got up and left with Chang Ming.
But that sentence made Chang Ming stop.
"Mr. Jiufang?"
Lao He looked back and found that Chang Ming had not moved.
Chang Ming said to Mrs. He, "Just say what you said just now."
Both father and daughter were at a loss.
The little girl looked at her father timidly.
Chang Ming suddenly smiled: "Little Lady He has been spoiled since she was a child, she is naive and naughty. When she encounters such a thing, she only cares about whether she can go out to play tomorrow, but her inadvertent thoughtfulness exposes herself."
Lao He was stunned: "What did you expose?"
Chang Ming took a step forward and approached Mrs. He.
"What the hell are you?"
The little girl hugged the quilt and shrank back. No matter how innocent and scared she looked, she seemed to be frightened by Changming.
Lao He also felt that Chang Ming was overreacting, and his daughter was clearly normal.
"Sir, why don't we go outside first, Chen Shen and the others didn't respond, I'm a little worried..."
Chang Ming, as if he hadn't heard of it, suddenly shot, swiftly as lightning, and grabbed Mrs. He!