Chapter 194 I'm Your Ancestor

Ye Qinghan had many dreams. In fact, he had been dreaming since he entered this ghost place.

When he was sucked in by the white mist and black hole of Luoshen Mountain in the first place, he suffered serious injuries, which almost caused him to die directly. Fortunately, the magical air flow from the bronze ring on the ring finger of his left hand hanged his life at all times and continued to treat his injuries. It's just that my body was extremely weak in those few days, so I often fell asleep and dreamed.

In the past few days, his injury has healed a lot. Basically, he can sit up and stand up, and he can take a few steps occasionally. But he still kept dreaming.

Some of these dreams were sweet, some were sad, some were angry, some were frightening... All kinds of dreams kept enveloping him, circling in his mind all the time. [

He dreamed that his sister was rescued, and Ye Qingyu's weak figure appeared in front of him, calling "Brother" affectionately.

He dreamed that he and Yue Qingcheng had a bridal chamber, and Yue Qingcheng's graceful waist was constantly swaying and swinging on his body.

He dreamed of Xue Wuhen, and Xue Wuhen told him with a smile on his face that he was living a very good life now, and he would definitely let himself live a bad life.

He dreamed of Ye Tianlong, and Ye Tianlong told him that his father didn't die by accident, but was killed by someone.

All kinds of dreams filled his mind. At first they were all illusions, and then they gradually became real. Everything seemed to happen in real life.

The sweet dreams made him intoxicated, and he refused to wake up, and the sad dreams made him heartbroken, and inexplicably developed a feeling of not wanting to live alone. The angry dream filled his heart with endless killing intent, wishing to tear everything in front of him to pieces. The dream of fear made him dare not open his eyes, he couldn't believe it was real, he would rather stay in the dream forever than wake up...

Many times, he almost lost himself in the dream, almost "suicide" in the dream, almost lost his mind, and almost never woke up again. It's just that every time he was in the most dangerous situation, the bronze ring would release a gust of cool air in time, which made him wake up immediately, sweating profusely, and shocked.

He knew that this was not a dream, but the psychedelic realm of Luoshen Mountain. The first level of Luoshen Mountain, a psychedelic realm. It can make people die unconsciously, the illusion of madness.

However, this kind of dream, I can't avoid it. Every once in a while, he would automatically enter a dream, a real dream, and this dream seemed to have an invisible magic power, which made him fall into it involuntarily, immersed in it.

He didn't know what to do, didn't know what to do, didn't know that he would suddenly die in his dream that day...

until one morning.

On this day, as usual, he cultivated his fighting spirit for a while, and walked a few steps in place to move his body. He didn't dare to go far, because there was a faint white mist everywhere, and he didn't know where there was danger and where was a dead end.

Then he took out a small amount of dry food and fresh water from his bosom, and ate a little hastily. There is not much fresh water and dry food left, these few days he is also enduring to eat only a little bit every day to maintain the necessary nutrients for the body. He didn't know how many more days he could last, and he didn't know if he would starve to death in Luoshen Mountain when he ran out of fresh water and dry food that day, or maybe he would die in a dream that day.

Just when he was very confused and his heart was extremely sad, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"You are Ye Qinghan?"

The sudden sound made Ye Qinghan's body tremble, and he looked around in confusion for a while, then scratched his head, a little confused, it seems that today's illusion started a bit early, and it usually takes an hour before it starts.

So he shook his head, continued to ignore it, and sat cross-legged on the ground to continue practicing for a while.

"You are Ye Qinghan?"

The voice sounded again, which made Ye Qinghan a little impatient, thinking that this illusion was special, there was no figure, but an inexplicable voice appeared, and he asked stupidly twice. So he sighed and said, "Master, I am Ye Qinghan, who are you?"

The voice paused for a moment and came again: "I am your ancestor!"

wipe! Ye Qinghan jumped up and stood up, angry, you said this is the psychedelic realm of Luoshen Mountain, why is it like this. Every time he changed his tricks, this time he actually pretended to be his ancestor, so he fought back unceremoniously: "Damn it, I am your ancestor..."

"I'm really your ancestor Ye Ruoshui!"

"Fuck you, I'm your ancestor. Ye Ruoshui? Who are you lying to? Ye Ruoshui has been dead for hundreds of years, and the idiot's illusion is so stupid this time, without any depth! Change it."

"Um... how do I explain it to you? Let's put it this way, you are not in an illusion right now. I am really like water in the night, I am not dead, and I am sending you a real sound transmission. This is really not an illusion!"

"Well, this is not an illusion, you are Ye Ruoshui, you are not dead, you are resurrected... If you say this, ghosts will believe it..."

"Okay, if you don't believe me, then I will tell you in detail after you have experienced the illusion later!"

The sound stopped abruptly, came gently, and went silently, as if it had never been here before.

Ye Qinghan also felt inexplicable for a while, and after sitting withered for a while, the rest of the inexplicable situation did not happen.

Only then did he have some faint doubts. Could it be that it was not an illusion just now? It's just that this idea was immediately vetoed by him. Ye Ruoshui knew that the famous patriarch of the Ye family's 500-year-old generation had summoned a holy beast just like him. It's just...the figure of five hundred years jumped out at this time. If you want others to believe that he is really speaking, unless he is a ghost or a god.

In half an hour, the first illusion of the day came as promised, the white mist in the sky slowly faded away, and the surrounding scene gradually turned into the scene of the wild mountains. A group of fire wolves rushed towards him behind him, and five masked men in black clothes appeared in front of him. Under the influence of an invisible force in the scene, Ye Qinghan's eyes gradually turned blood red, exuding a cruel and bloodthirsty aura. He took out the dagger in his hand, and slowly walked towards the five people in front...

Half an hour later, the ground was covered with countless wolf corpses and the corpses of five men in black. The corpses of wolves and men in black began to fade slowly, and the countless flowers and trees nearby began to disappear slowly, and white mist slowly enveloped the space again.

But Ye Qinghan's eyes were still red, he kept stabbing and slashing, he didn't seem to know he was tired, more likely, he would stop when he had no strength to swing the dagger in his hand, but at that moment he might really die...

The power of the "psychedelic" realm seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the white mist in the sky seems to be getting thicker...