This is really thanks to Di Ming Jue seriously hurting Wen Zhiyan, otherwise with Muyan's current cultivation.
It is really not easy to drag the monk who is at the peak of the mountain into a dream.
Muyan pursed her lips lightly, making a nice curve.
The speed at which the fingers pluck the strings is getting faster and faster.
But Wen Zhiyan on the ground frowned more and more, and the expression on his face became more and more frightened and desperate.
The body unknowingly curled up and convulsed.
And his thick hair began to fall down in a lot.
The facial skin, which originally only had fine wrinkles, quickly shrank and wrinkled.
After only a short stick of incense, Wen Zhiyan seemed to have aged ten years.
Only then did Muyan lightly hook the strings with her fingertips, and made a high-pitched sound.
Wen Zhiyan trembled all over in his sleep, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Dream... It's a dream! Everything just now was just a dream, it's great!"
He cried and screamed like he was mad, his voice hoarse and frantic.
However, when he raised his head and met the girl's peach-blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his whole body was full of worship, and his eyes showed the fear of seeing a ghost: "You, what did you do to me?!"
"Thousands of years of life pass by like a snap of the fingers. I will give you a chance to experience another different life in your dream. It is equivalent to allowing you to live a few more lives, isn't it good?"
"No! I don't want to experience it!!" Wen Zhiyan screamed hysterically, wanting to rush over and smash Muyan's piano.
But he was seriously injured just now, and now he is being tortured in a floating life like a dream.
After only running a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.
The surrounding cold air penetrated through his body, making his upper and lower teeth chatter constantly, and he couldn't even speak a word.
Muyan looked at his embarrassment, but her eyes were colder than the temperature in the ice room: "Wen Zhiyan, what you just experienced is the final outcome of those patients who were harmed by you. What? You When you framed them and seized their property and treasures, why didn't you ask them if they wanted to experience that kind of life?"
Wen Zhiyan trembled and wanted to get up from the ground, but because of weakness in his hands and feet, he fell heavily on the ice several times.
For a while, my head was bleeding.
He could only lie on his stomach in that embarrassing way, and then looked at Muyan with horror and resentment: "You, who are you? Do you know that I am the imperial doctor of the Lan Empire, if you kill me, the Lan Empire will definitely die!" I won't let you go."
Muyan narrowed her eyes slightly: "So, what you did in the Holy Heaven Alliance this time is related to the Lan Empire?"
Wu Guanshi's pupils shrank, and he stared fiercely at Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't understand what you are talking about? The Holy Sky League issued a hero post to invite doctors, so I came here. I didn't expect them to be kind and hateful..."
"Then let's change the question." Muyan interrupted him, "Do you really want to use [Mingkong Cauldron] to save Alliance Leader Xiang?"
Seeing and knowing that she wanted to open her mouth, Muyan sneered and pressed her fingers on the strings.
"Wen Zhiyan, you'd better think clearly before answering. If you tell a lie, I will let you stay in the nightmare for another hundred years."
Hearing Zhiyan's face turned pale, thinking of the days and nights he experienced in the nightmare, and looking at his wrinkled hands, his body trembled like chaff.
Muyan pressed her fingers on the strings and plucked them slowly.
The melodious music sounds to the ears of others, but to Wen Zhiyan, it is a reminder of death.
He finally broke down and yelled: "Don't! Don't let me enter the nightmare again, I said, I said everything!"