Chapter 30 Ghost Press

dong dong! dong dong!

Zhou Wen only felt that his heart was beating violently like a drum, and it was beating faster and faster, making Zhou Wen feel as if his heart was about to pop out of his chest.

"Could it be that there is a problem with the heart function due to excessive blood loss recently?" Zhou Wen had never had such an experience before, and wanted to open his eyes and sit up to make his body feel better.

But Zhou Wen couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't sit up, and he 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 the matter?" Zhou Wen had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was sure that he was not dreaming, and his mind was very clear.

What made Zhou Wen even worse was that something seemed to be pressing on his body, and the thing was getting heavier and heavier, making his chest feel tight and almost out of breath.

Even so, Zhou Wen couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't move, as if he couldn't wake up from a sleep.

"Did I meet the ghost press that my grandfather told me when I was a child?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.

Because Zhou Wen's father is very busy with work and he has no mother, Zhou Wen's grandfather took care of Zhou Wen when he was a child. In the past, every night, his grandfather would tell a story to put Zhou Wen to sleep.

And grandpa's stories are mostly ghost stories, maybe there are stories about mysterious mobile phones, but Zhou Wen was too young at that time, and most of the stories can't be remembered. 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 are ghost presses among them.

Zhou Wen felt that his current state was very similar to the ghost press that grandfather talked about. His mind was clear, but he couldn't wake up and couldn't move his body.

The body seemed to be pressed by something heavy, and the heart was beating wildly, which made Zhou Wen feel very uncomfortable. He wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

This feeling lasted from midnight to 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 against the toilet.

Zhou Wen felt that he was about to vomit out his bile, and still felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's 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: "Is it related to Jing Daoxian?"

Zhou Wen washed his face, turned to the living room, and took out the stack of purple metal cards he had kept in the drawer.

There was no change in the metal card, and the three words of the Lost Immortal Sutra were neither heavy nor shallow, and were clearly engraved on the metal card.

"Jing Daoxian is moody. I rejected him before. He definitely didn't feel good about giving me the fascination with the immortal scriptures. Maybe the problem is on the metal card. Is it possible that it was poisoned?" Zhou Wen was very suspicious, and Jing Dao was on the purple metal card. Immortals have administered hallucinogenic drugs and can penetrate the skin to affect the human body.

The school has taught common sense in this area, and Zhou Wenxue is also good. I put the purple metal card in a glass container with pliers and conducted some simple tests, but no toxin reaction was found.

"Is there no poison on it? Or is it that the composition of the toxin is special and 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 no longer felt like vomiting.

Zhou Wen wondered if it was really just a bad stomach. He took some diarrhea medicine that was always available at home. It seemed that his body had completely returned to normal, and nothing else had happened.

While paying attention to his body and playing games to spawn monsters, Zhou Wen now has the ability to kill General Withered Bones alone in the game, but it only takes a long time, almost an hour 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 his 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 intentionally entered the ancient buildings to take a look, but he was afraid of wasting blood after death.

The more we walked into the ancient imperial city, the more withered bones soldiers we encountered. When we got to the back, the withered bones came in like a tide. No matter how we killed them, we couldn't finish killing them, but we never saw the withered bones appearing again.

At night, there was still an endless sea of ​​dead bones on the street. Zhou Wen had no choice but to control the blood-colored villain to kill him and choose to quit the game.

He didn't have a good rest last night, and his body was a little tired. Today, he wants to rest early, raise his spirits and continue to fight tomorrow.

Lying in bed, Zhou Wen fell asleep not long after, but just after falling asleep for a while, Zhou Wen woke up again, and the experience of ghost pressing the bed last night came 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... This is definitely not as simple as eating a bad stomach... It must be the ghost of Jing Daoxian..." Zhou Wen had the urge to curse.

He doesn't have any grudges with Jing Daoxian, just because he rejected the true solution of the demons given by Jing Daoxian, it is really hateful for Jing Daoxian to treat him like this.

After staying up all night, at dawn, at almost 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 out his stomach.

Like yesterday, the unpleasant feeling disappeared quickly. If it wasn't for the unpleasant death just now, and the vomit hadn't rushed down, Zhou Wen almost doubted whether the discomfort just now was just an illusion.

Zhou Wen has now determined that there must be something wrong with his body, and most likely it is what Jing Daoxian did to him.

It is obviously not realistic 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. Zhou Wen is a high school student, and it is too difficult to find him.

Even if he is lucky enough to find Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen does not 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 Sutra of Fascinating Immortals again. This time, Zhou Wen did not hesitate to open the purple metal card and read the contents on it.

Jing Daoxian once said to Zhou Wen that there was an interesting vitality formula recorded in it, and he asked him to go back to practice. Zhou Wen guessed that the solution to his physical problems might be in this Sutra of Fascinating Immortals.

Although this kind of thinking may not be reliable, Zhou Wen has no other way now. He can only see what the Immortal Sutra is, and then make plans.