Boom! Boom!
Zhou Wen only felt his heart beating like a drum, and it was beating faster and faster, which made Zhou Wen feel as if his heart was about to pop out of his chest.
"Could it be that he lost too much blood recently, causing problems with his heart function?" Zhou Wen had never had such an experience before, and wanted to sit up with his eyes open to make his body feel better.
But Zhou Wen couldn't open his eyes, couldn't sit up, and couldn't even move his fingers. It felt like he wanted to get up to pee in his sleep, but couldn't get up.
"What's going on?" An ominous premonition arose in Zhou Wen's heart. He could be sure that he was not dreaming, and his mind was very clear.
What made Zhou Wen feel even worse was that there seemed to be something pressing on his body, and that thing was getting heavier and heavier, pressing his chest tight, and he was almost out of breath.
Even so, Zhou Wen still couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't move, as if he couldn't wake up from his sleep.
"Did I encounter the ghost bed that my grandfather told me about when I was a child?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.
Because Zhou Wen's father was very busy at work and he didn't have a mother, Zhou Wen's grandfather took care of Zhou Wen when he was a child. In the past, every night, his grandfather would tell stories to lull Zhou Wen to sleep.
And grandpa’s stories are mostly ghost stories, maybe there is a story about a mysterious mobile phone among them, but Zhou Wen was too young at that time, so he doesn’t remember most of the stories, there are only a few particularly scary ghost stories, and Zhou Wen’s memory is particularly deep , I can't forget it until now, and there is a ghost press among them.
Zhou Wen felt that his current state was very similar to the ghost press described by his grandfather. His mind was very clear, but he couldn't wake up or move his body.
His body seemed to be pressed by something heavy, and his heart was beating wildly, which made Zhou Wen feel very uncomfortable. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.
This feeling lasted from midnight until after six o'clock in the morning, when Zhou Wen suddenly regained control of his body, sat up from the bed, ran into the bathroom, and vomited violently into the toilet.
Zhou Wen felt that he was about to vomit out all his bile, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"What the hell is going on here? It shouldn't be as simple as eating a bad stomach, right?" Zhou Wen suddenly thought of what happened to Jing Daoxian last night, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Could it be related to Jing Daoxian?"
Zhou Wen washed his face, turned around and came to the living room, and took out the stack of purple metal cards he kept in the drawer.
The metal card has not changed in any way, the three characters of the Lost Immortal Sutra are neither heavy nor shallow, and are clearly engraved on the metal card.
"Jing Daoxian is moody. I rejected him before. He definitely has no good intentions in giving me the Lost Immortal Scripture. Maybe the problem lies on the metal card. Is it possible that it was poisoned?" Zhou Wen was very suspicious. The purple metal card was covered by Jing Dao Immortals have given hallucinogenic drugs, which can penetrate through the skin and affect the human body.
The school has taught common sense in this area, and Zhou Wenxue's is not bad either. He put the purple metal card in a glass container with pliers and conducted some simple tests, but no toxic reaction was found.
"Is there no poison on it? Or is the composition of the toxin so special that it cannot be detected by ordinary simple methods?" Zhou Wen frowned slightly.
After tossing for a while, Zhou Wen felt that his body seemed to be back to normal again, his heartbeat slowed down, and he didn't feel like vomiting anymore.
Zhou Wen wondered if it was really just a bad stomach. After taking a little diarrhea medicine that was always available at home, it seemed that his body had completely returned to normal, and nothing unusual happened again.
While paying attention to his body while playing games to spawn monsters, Zhou Wen now has the ability to kill General Withered Bones alone in the game, but it takes a long time, almost an hour, to be able to kill General Withered Bones once.
The second time he killed General Withered Bones alone in the game, but nothing came out, which made Zhou Wen slightly disappointed.
Zhou Wen didn't want to waste blood to reopen the copy of the ancient imperial city, so he could only control the blood-colored villain to continue exploring the depths of the ancient city.
The ancient buildings are one after another, like a huge magic palace. Zhou Wen intends to enter the ancient buildings to take a look, but he is afraid of wasting blood after he dies.
The further you walked into the ancient imperial city, the more bone soldiers you encountered. At the back, the bone soldiers on the street flooded in like a tide, and you couldn't kill them all.
After fighting until night, there was still a sea of dry bones on the street. Zhou Wen had no choice but to control the blood-colored villain to kill him, and chose to quit the game.
He didn't have a good rest last night, and his body was a little tired. He wants to rest early today, so that he can regain his energy and continue to fight tomorrow.
Lying on the bed, Zhou Wen fell asleep not long after, but just after falling asleep for a while, Zhou Wen suddenly woke up again, and the experience of ghost pressing the bed last night happened to him again.
His heart was beating wildly, and his body seemed to be pressed by something heavy, which made Zhou Wen feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Damn... It's definitely not as simple as eating a bad stomach... It must be Jing Daoxian's doing..." Zhou Wen had the urge to curse.
He and Daoxian Jing didn't have any enmity, it was just because he refused the Heavenly Demon True Solution that Daoxian Jing bestowed, and Daoxian Jing just punished him like this, it was extremely hateful.
After staying up all night, at dawn, almost at the same time as yesterday, the feeling of ghost pressing on the bed disappeared, and Zhou Wencai regained control of himself.
Zhou Wen got up again and rushed into the bathroom. This time he vomited more than yesterday, and felt like he was about to vomit his stomach out.
Just like yesterday, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared quickly. If it wasn't for the uncomfortable feeling just now, and the vomited things hadn't been flushed down, Zhou Wen almost doubted whether the physical discomfort just now was just a hallucination.
Zhou Wen has now confirmed that there must be something wrong with his body, and in all likelihood, Jing Daoxian did something to him.
It is obviously unrealistic to go to Jing Daoxian now.
The entire Earth Federation has wanted Jing Daoxian for decades, but they have not been able to arrest him. It is too difficult for a high school student like Zhou Wen to find him.
Even if he is lucky and Zhou Wen finds him, Zhou Wen doesn't think he has the strength to seek justice from Jing Daoxian.
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Wen took out the purple metal card engraved with the Immortal Sutra again. This time Zhou Wen didn't hesitate, and directly opened the purple metal card to read the content on it.
Jing Daoxian once told Zhou Wen that there was an interesting vitality formula recorded in it, and asked him to go back to practice. Zhou Wen guessed whether the solution to his physical problems might be in this Lost Immortal Sutra.
Although this kind of thinking may not be reliable, Zhou Wen has no other way now. He can only see what the Lost Immortal Scripture is before making plans.