Under normal circumstances, after a person wakes up, he will have a certain memory of the dreams he had before waking up, but the dreams before waking up basically cannot be remembered.
Therefore, in Mou Ling's memory at this time, there is still the scene in the dream just now.
She looked at Shen Xing: "You seemed to slap me just now?"
Shen Xing pretended to be surprised, and replied: "What are you slapped in? What are you talking about, are you dreaming?"
Mou Ling was taken aback, and realized that even if Shen Xing in the dream really slapped him, it was in the dream, and it was his subconscious reaction, which was similar to Shen Xing's five senses.
Just listen to Shen Xing's vowed words: "Even if it is a dream, it is impossible. I, Shen Xing, a gentleman, will not beat a woman in a dream unless there is a special reason."
"I seem to... I also saw you beat my niece in my dream!" Yan Hanshan, who was sitting on the armchair by the iron stove, sat upright, sleepy, rubbing his eyes while saying.
"We had the same dream?" Mou Ling was surprised, "and why did I fall asleep here?"
She remembered that she and Shen Xing followed her uncle into the room, and the memory behind them began to blur, and then only remembered the scene in the last dream.
A towering tree grew out of the soil in the yard. The roots of the tree were intricately intertwined, and the branches and trunks of the split parts would still squirm, binding the aunt's whole person in it, unable to move.
And the position of the aunt's arms and abdomen was already glued to the trunk, which was extremely strange.
Then Shen Xing seemed to show up and asked him what to do. This guy slapped himself with a photon backhand, and then started to tickle himself in a muttering to himself.
Seeing that Mou Ling was still remembering, Shen Xing diverted her attention and pointed upstairs, without speaking, his expression was extremely mysterious, meaning that the three people were asleep in the living room, which should be related to the abnormality upstairs.
Mou Ling knew, and gave Shen Xing a wink. Before waiting for his uncle Yan Hanshan to react, the two quickly got up and ran all the way to the second floor.
In fact, the two of them were worried that they would fall asleep unconsciously during the process, so they moved faster and approached Mou Xiufen in the main bedroom on the second floor as soon as possible.
However, Shen Xing guessed that the abnormal characteristics of the wood carving would not be so strong. It could make three people, including Mou Ling and himself, fall asleep naturally at the same time. This may already be the limit of that guy. If you want to use it again, it will have the same effect as before. The same, unless it is an anomaly above the mid-to-high level.
But now it seems that this guy is obviously not.
Yan Hanshan ran up to the second floor in a dashing manner. At this moment, Mou Ling had already reached the bedroom door, twisted the doorknob, and failed to open the door.
Before Yan Hanshan could deliver the key, Mou Ling stepped back and kicked towards the bedroom door with a snap, the door lock was damaged, the door panel was slightly sunken in and opened.
This scene caused Shen Xing's eyes to shrink slightly, staring at her round and slender legs for a few seconds.
Mou Ling walked into the bedroom a few steps and turned on the light in the room to make the light level in the room reach its peak.
Looking at the **, I found Mou Xiufen huddled in a ball, curled up in the **, motionless.
Sure enough, her waist was curved, her arms were fractured, her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, her complexion was pale, and her lips were black and blue.
This state is a manifestation that the body cannot bear it, and the abnormal characteristics of the wood carving that trapped her just now may have been excessively used, and it has also been depleted. As a result, the control of Mou Xiufen's body is also at a low level. move.
Mou Ling and Shen Xing walked quickly one after another, but as they approached the bed, a strong, naturally occurring sleepiness came.
The two of them softened their feet and fell to the ground. They didn't feel any mental attack, they just fell asleep naturally.
Yan Hanshan, who had just trot to the bedroom door behind them, lay down on the ground with a bunch of keys in his hand, snoring loudly.
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"This glass of wine is good!"
In the dark bar, Mou Ling held a glass of red and blue wine in his hand, raised his glass to Shen Xing who was sitting opposite him, and then took a sip in his mouth.
Shen Xing also raised the bee in front of him, frowned slightly, glanced at his cup with a little disgust, sniffed with his nose, and then cautiously leaned toward his lips.
Seeing this scene of him, Mou Ling couldn't help smiling inwardly, but his face was still facial paralyzed.
Shen Xing put down the wine glass and sighed, "I feel my glass is like dark food."
At this moment, Shen Xing was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Do you feel that this scene seems to have been experienced before?"
Mou Ling was a little surprised. He looked around, and found that everything around him was familiar. She came to this dark bar almost three or five times a month.
The scene is familiar, and naturally there is a feeling of experience.
When he was about to speak, Shen Xing suddenly moved his face towards him, "No! You pinch me now, um, my face is full of flesh, you pinch hard."
Mou Ling was even more inexplicable, unconsciously angry and funny: "What am I doing to pinch you?"
Shen Xing replied in a serious manner: "Now we have to learn to be smart. Since we often deal with abnormalities, if we suddenly feel that the surrounding environment is a little strange, it is best to find a way to verify the authenticity of this feeling."
"When did you have this idea?" Mou Ling asked curiously.
"I don't know." Shen Xing shook his head, "It seems, just now."
"This method is good, but did I pinch it?" Mou Ling gestured and stretched out his right hand.
"Pinch." Shen Xing stretched his neck.
Mou Ling was taken aback for a moment: "I suddenly feel this way now, as if..."
Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the meat on Shen Xing's cheek, and tentatively pinched her fingers first.
"Strong harder." Shen Xing reminded.
The thumb and index finger pinched his face severely, and gave a sharp twist in the clockwise direction.
"Oh, let me wipe it!" Shen Xing jumped up directly from the bar seat, covering his face, and said quickly: "Wrong, wrong, it seems to be none of my business, it's you, it may be your problem! "
At this time other people in the bar turned their heads and looked in this direction. Mou Ling was a little embarrassed and said, "You sit down first."
After Shen Xing sat down, without waiting for her to speak, he reminded: "Now it's my turn."
"You want to pin me too?" Mou Ling was astonished, and subconsciously covered his face with his hands.
She just relies on her face to eat. If it weren't for this cruel facial paralyzed face, this distinctive personal feature would be a selling point, and she wouldn't mix so well in the graphic modeling industry.
Shen Xing looked confused and didn't know what he was thinking, just shook his head.
Slowly, he stretched out both hands toward Mou Ling's chest.
When doing this action, it can be seen that Shen Xing's expression is still confused, a little confused, and as if some kind of power is driving him, making the hands he stretched over does not seem to be his own will, but a subconscious action.
But it can be seen that he is very proficient in this movement.
Mou Ling was completely stunned. He stared at the pair of salty pig hands close to his chest, and when he was about to perform a sultry leg on the colorist under the table in a second, Shen Xing moved his hands to the side, and then faced her underarms. Scratching itchy underneath.
"Puff, hahahaha..."
The face collapsed instantly.
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This time Mou Ling woke up faster than Shen Xing, and she almost sat up on the ground abruptly, and then she saw Shen Xing slowly waking up.
Staring at Shen Xing thoughtfully, Mou Ling's memory just now converged with the memory after waking up downstairs, and then stared at Shen Xing suddenly.
"You really beat my ears in a dream! Before tickle!"
"Control your aunt first!" Shen Xing forcibly changed the subject again.
The two of them stopped talking, stood up and flew over, and Mou Ling's inspiration enveloped Mou Xiufen, who was curled up in her arms, and frowned slightly.
"The characteristics of her body are very weak, almost can't be felt." She turned her head and said to Shen Xing.
Shen Xing also nodded. In the abnormal induction of his passive skills, he could also feel that the characteristics of the abnormal abnormalities were very weak and weak, but it was not as sensitive as Mou Ling's.
Now that the opponent's characteristics are weakened, it means that it is impossible to make them fall asleep naturally. It can be seen that this unusual strange characteristic is not endlessly used.
Together with Mou Ling, he straightened Mou Xiufen's body and looked over. Shen Xing found that the wooden sculpture she was holding was completely attached to her abdomen and could not be removed forcibly.
A part of the wood melted into Mou Xiufen's stomach, and the wound that crossed into it, there was no blood flowing out, but the skin was slightly reddish.
Not only that, Mou Xiufen's arms are also integrated with this wood carving. They are all on the forearm. The bones and wood carving penetrate through and extend from the other side, while the wood carving comes in from the outside and grows from the inside of the forearm.
This is obviously more serious than Mou Ling's initial description.
"Does it require surgery to separate?" Mou Ling said anxiously.
If this is the case, her aunt's life will not be guaranteed.
But if the situation really develops beyond their control, perhaps they can only do so.
Shen Xing groaned for a moment, shook his head, took off his backpack, walked to the side table, took out a roll of carving tools from the backpack, and then took out two pieces of wood and placed them on the table one by one.
"You want to..." Mou Ling looked at him in surprise.
"I'm saving your aunt." Shen Xing said: "From now on, you can just use your general inspiration to stare at the recovery of this abnormal characteristic of your aunt. Once the other person starts to recover, use the general inspiration to suppress and give as much as possible. I buy time."
Mou Ling nodded without speaking.
Shen Xing has already picked up a piece of wood, ten fingers are soft as boneless and unusually agile, grabbing a carving knife, and starting to move the knife against the oval wood, stroke by stroke, never sloppy.
In the sound of brushing, pieces of sawdust that had been cut off flew, lightly falling back in the air to a distance, while the heavier sawdust fell directly at Shen Xing's feet.
A smell of wood filled the room.
Mou Ling glanced at Shen Xing occasionally, but most of his attention was on the abnormal body.
Accompanied by the snoring sound from Yan Hanshan, who has not been awake at the door of the bedroom, the atmosphere in the room is developing in a weird direction.
About fifteen minutes later, the wooden sculpture in Shen Xing's hand had already appeared.
Mou Ling recognized it at a glance, and then looked down at the wooden sculpture in his aunt's arms and looked at what Shen Xing was holding. Although the wooden sculpture was one size smaller, it was very similar to the unusual wooden sculpture.
At this moment Mou Ling knew that Shen Xing was carving the wood sculpture that his aunt encountered, but he didn't know what it was for.
It is not enough for Shen Xing to do so, he has his reason naturally, and he cannot be disturbed now.
Anyway, it is impossible to take the wooden sculpture directly from the aunt's body. It's as if a tree has rooted in her body, and it will die if it is taken out.
It is even more unrealistic to keep the aunt as it is. Not only is it dangerous to the people in the house, she will go to sleep and never wake up at any time, and it is also impossible to predict what horror will happen when the wood carving is fully integrated with the human body.
Seven or eight minutes later, under the control of Shen Xingyun Zhirufei, the carving knife in his hand kept hitting the knife, and some sawdust pieces as thin as a cicada's wings flew down, as if snow fell in the air.
A wood sculpture exactly like the wood sculpture in the photo of Mou Ling's phone at the beginning was formed in the palm of Shen Xing's hand.
Except for the overall size of this wooden sculpture, which is two times smaller, the rest of it is very much the same as that one.
After turning the woodcarving over and taking a closer look, Shen Xing put down the carving knife. At this time, Mou Ling said by the bed: "Its characteristics have begun to recover, and it is slowly growing."
Shen Xing stood up, took the weird woodcarving in front of Mou Xiufen, and put it in her arms.
Waited, nothing happened.
Mou Ling was silent, but looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.
Shen Xing took the wooden sculpture and walked back to the square table again. After sitting down, he picked up the carving knife, staring at the wooden sculpture in his hand and fell into deep thought.
About five minutes later, Mou Ling's Tong Inspiration had a relatively obvious characteristic induction. The wood carving in front of him was abnormal, and the recovery speed of the characteristic began to accelerate at this moment, with a significant increase.
She looked at Shen Xing and saw that he was still meditating. After waiting for another two minutes, she finally couldn't help but said, "This abnormal characteristic has become stronger, much stronger than before!"
Shen Xing flipped the woodcarving in his hand, holding the carving knife on it, and continued to move the knife. His ten fingers had become a bit blurred because of the rapid swiping, and he could not see clearly, and all his concentration was concentrated in his hand.
This time the speed was obviously much faster than before, and it can already be said to be the limit that Shen Xing can achieve.
Of course, at this speed, the fidelity of wood carving cannot be as perfect as before, but Shen Xing can guarantee that even at this level, after carving the finished product, as long as it meets the conditions, the abnormality can be smoothly sucked in.
As time passed, Mou Ling didn't realize that his quietly clenched fists were already soaking in sweat, and his hands and feet were slightly cold. At the same time he stared at Shen Xing, the feeling of the wood carving became stronger and stronger in his mind.
She subconsciously looked down at her aunt, and saw that the curled up Mou Xiufen suddenly twitched.
"Next!" Shen Xing suddenly spoke, and threw the finished wood carving to Mou Ling, "Put the wood carving into your aunt's arms."
While speaking, his movements did not stop, he quickly picked up another fast oval wood, and began to carve again.
Mou Ling was slightly startled. He didn't know what Shen Xing had to sculpt, and he didn't mean to come over at all.
After returning to her senses, she looked at the wooden sculpture she was holding, and found that the wooden sculpture was a circle smaller than before, and its shape had completely changed.
The wood carving that was still strangely shaped just now turned into the appearance of an aunt. I saw this little man holding the wood carving in his arms with his hands in his arms, with a slight pain on his face, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and even the lines and pressure on his clothes The width of the pleats is almost the same, at least 98% similar to the current aunt.
"My mother, this craft!" Mou Ling couldn't help boasting in secret.
In such a short period of time, with just a few short glances, the aunt could be carved out like a replica, and Shen Xing's skill suddenly rose to an extremely high position in Mou Ling's heart.
According to Shen Xing's instructions, he placed the wooden sculpture in his aunt's arms, and then turned to look at Shen Xing.
After waiting, she said to Shen Xing: "Then what?"
Shen Xing frowned, knowing that it was still wrong, shook his head, and didn't have time to look at the direction of the bed, and replied: "Don't worry about it, you save the wood carving as a memorial."
In his hand, at this moment, a woodcarving that looked like a big tree was forming. It seemed that it was the towering tree that appeared in the yard just now in his dream.
The trunk is knotted, and the knots of the tree are one after another, and a large number of branches are outlined by him with a few simple knives, as if the heavy clouds are backlogged down, making people breathless.
At this moment, Mou Ling couldn't see the movement of Shen Xing's fingers at all. The sawdust flying out was no longer sporadic, but like misty dust drifting down beside him.
"Its characteristics... may be overwhelming!"
At this moment, Mou Ling retracted his shocked gaze and stared at the abnormal wood carving that had been incorporated in his aunt's arms. The invisible inspiration formed a strong oppression on this part.
But an obvious tremor was transmitted, which was a squeeze and resistance exploded from the other party's characteristics.
After all, Mou Ling's general inspiration is only a kind of psychosensory. It is already very good to be able to suppress this abnormal characteristic for a while, and it means that her general inspiration is equally powerful.
But she also knew that she could no longer support it.
Speak again: "I...maybe...I can't suppress..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Xing stood up abruptly, approaching the bed, while holding the large tree sculpture in his left hand and flipping it left and right, the carving knife in his right hand danced out a group of knives, and each knife was accurately positioned on the large tree sculpture. A knife mark fell, and a touch of sawdust appeared.
After taking these five or six steps, the carving knife has been scratched on the wood carving.
When he walked in front of Mou Ling, the carving knife stopped, and the big tree sculpture pressed down against Mou Xiufen's arms.
Almost at the same time, a slight tremor came from Shen Xing's hands.
Although the tremor was very light, Mou Ling sensed it at the same time, and looked down, and saw her aunt's tight body suddenly loosened, her whole body scattered, and her hands left the wooden sculpture inserted in her abdomen.
And the other woodcarving parts that penetrated her arm at this moment were visible with the naked eye, and there was no blood flowing out, and the woodcarving with her abdomen also withdrew little by little.
In the next second, under Mou Ling's nose, the entire abnormal wood carving turned into black smoke, and it was instantly included in the big tree carving that Shen Xing was holding. (End of this chapter)