In the early morning, a burst of bird chirping was heard, and a ray of morning sun filtered through the branches of the Welcoming Pine, squeezed in through the half-open window, and shone on the cheek of the naked man.
Shen Luo's eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes a little, then immediately raised his hands to cover his eyes.
"Hiss..."
As a result, when he raised his hand, a cramp-like muscle pain immediately came over him, and he regained consciousness.
A strong sense of panic immediately rose from the bottom of his heart. Shen Luo sat up from the bed, shrank his body, and looked around hurriedly.
I saw a narrow table against the wall not far in front of me, with a stack of tattered ancient books on it. Not far from the table there was a window and a door side by side. Everything seemed so strangely familiar.
An expression of ecstasy appeared on Shen Luo's face, and he looked down at his body.
The clothes were intact, and although the body was sore, there was no scar at all. It felt more like the discomfort caused by excessive exercise.
A familiar smell of damp mold mixed with sandalwood rushed into his nose, making him sneeze.
Only then did Shen Luo finally believe that he was now in the residence of Chunqiu Temple, and not in that eerie ghost village.
"What happened last night was just a nightmare!" Shen Luo touched the real wooden bed under him and let out a long sigh. All the events of last night were still vivid in his mind, and for a moment he had the illusion that he was in another world.
Shen Luo raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, only to find that his forehead and temples were soaked with sweat, and even his back was damp. Some of it stuck to his back, making him feel very uncomfortable.
He sat in the bed for a while in a daze, only to find that it was already past his usual time to get up, and he was about to miss his morning practice.
"It's just a dream..." Shen Luo muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself, then he moved and got out of bed.
Who would have thought that as soon as he put his feet on the blue cloth shoes and tried to stand up, he felt his legs go weak and he fell forward. When he tried to support his body with his arms, he found that his arms were also sore and weak, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Ouch..."
Shen Luo cried out, struggled to get up from the ground, and slowly sat back on the edge of the bed.
Only then did he notice that there was something really wrong with his body. Although his physical condition had not been very good to begin with, he was now obviously very exhausted.
"What on earth is going on?" He began to feel a little horrified. If it was just a simple sleep and a nightmare, it would not be like this.
In fact, Shen Luo has had nightmares many times since the Yin energy invaded his body. He has encountered all kinds of strange dreams, but now when he thinks about it carefully, the feeling is completely different from what he experienced last night.
Moreover, if it was really just a dream, why would his memory of the dream be so clear and real, and why would his body be so tired, as if he had really experienced a fierce battle.
But if it wasn't a dream, how could I explain it? Could it be that I really sleepwalked down the mountain, went to a village at the foot of the mountain, and then sleepwalked back