The Dream Master

The little girl froze in place, looked at her empty hands, her eyes widened.

"Ouch……"

A groan came from the side, but it was the old man on the bed in the room who took a breath.

When the little girl heard the movement, a surprised look appeared on her little face, and she crawled to the bed with her hands and feet.

The old man's eyelids moved a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

...

The night passed quickly, the sky was getting brighter, a red sun rose, and the wind and rain raging outside had ceased.

The door opened with a creak.

The warm light shone in, and the outside world was clear. Most of the fog near the mountain village had dispersed, and only a little bit remained far away.

The little girl had changed into a set of white-washed red cloth shirts, carrying a patched baggage on her back, supporting the old man, and walking out slowly.

The old man was wearing a shabby gray cloth gown, his complexion looked better than at night, but his movements were a little inconvenient, and he was leaning on a wooden crutch that was a little polished.

The two went out and walked towards the entrance of the village.

The old man seemed to be very weak, and when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he felt a little breathless.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." the little girl said twice, raising her hand and making gestures.

"Grandpa is okay. Although the long-haired ghost has been removed, the ghosts near the village have not disappeared. Sooner or later, other ghosts will be attracted. We have to leave immediately." The gray-robed old man rubbed the little girl's head. , Said.

The little girl nodded obediently.

The two of them continued to walk forward. After not taking a few steps, a blue light fell from the sky and landed not far in front of the two of them, revealing a graceful figure.

The visitor was actually a white-robed Taoist woman in her thirties, with an egg-shaped face, fair complexion, and beautiful appearance, but her face was cold, revealing a fierce anger that a woman rarely saw, and she was still holding a white dust in her hand.

"It's so strong that ghost mist is almost forming, but why don't you see the ghosts entrenched here?" The white-robed Taoist aunt looked around and said to herself.

The old man and the little girl were stunned when they saw the white-robed Taoist woman descending from the sky.

"Are you from this village?" The Taoist aunt in white came over and asked after looking at the two of them.

"The old man has seen Xiangu." The old man finally recovered at this moment, and was about to kowtow to the white-clothed Taoist.

It's just that he was ill, and he couldn't help coughing as soon as he bent over.

The little girl hurriedly freed up one hand to pat the old man's back, but she was very weak in her youth, and it seemed a bit difficult to support the old man with one hand.

"Lao Zhang does not have to be polite, Master Lei Yin, Poor Dao Fuyun Mountain, just passed by the clouds just now. I noticed the gathering of ghosts here, and I came down to check it." The white-robed Daoist waved her sleeve with her left hand, holding the old man's body firmly in the air, with her right hand alone. He raised his palm and paid a bow.

"Yes, yes, if Xiangu has anything to ask, the old man must tell the truth." The old man eased his breath and nodded hurriedly.

The little girl hid behind the old man, holding the old man's sleeve in her hand, looking at the white-clothed Taoist curiously with big eyes.

"Looking at this situation, you should be from this village, right? This place has been attacked by ghosts?" The white-robed Taoist took a look at the little girl's baggage and asked.

"Yes, my surname is Sun. Everyone calls me the head of my grandson. This is my granddaughter. Both of our grandparents and grandchildren are born and raised in this family estate. The village was originally enshrined by a yellow-tailed king. It’s also safe and sound, and there are no ghosts and monsters. But Huangwei King Yue died suddenly on a thunderstorm day before, and then a long-haired ghost came to our village every night. The other people in the village didn’t run away long ago. , I was killed by the ghosts one after another. Only our grandparents survived.” The old grandson sighed and said sadly.

"Yellow Tail King?" White-robed Taoist aunt Liu Meiyixuan.

"It's a fine yellow dog.

"Oh, if the monsters of the monster race can protect the common people, it would be a right way. If you die in a thunderstorm, it should be the power of the sky thunder to overcome the catastrophe and fail." The white-robed Taoist nodded slowly.

Hearing this, the old grandson didn't know why he didn't dare to ask the Taoist aunt.

"Your ancestors and grandchildren are one old and the other young, and their vitality is low. Why are the others in the village killed and you two survived alone?" The Taoist aunt looked at the two with a sharp light in her eyes.

"This... King Yellow Tail placed the shrine near my house before his death. It may be that although the King passed away, Yu Ze was still blessing my house, and the old man still has some black dog blood, so he has persisted until now." Asked for a moment, and said hesitantly.

The white-clothed Taoist shook her head, obviously not agreeing with this statement, her eyes swept over the two of them, staying on the little girl.

"Huh!" The Taoist aunt suddenly condensed her eyes, looked up and down the little girl a few times, and then pointed to the void.

A pure white light shot out from her fingertips, and disappeared into the little girl's eyebrows.

The little girl's body stagnated, her eyes immediately became a bit misty, and a faint crystal white light appeared on her small face, flashing endlessly.

"It turned out to be a natural white tiger evil body! No wonder it can resist the attack of ghosts for such a long time, yes, yes..." A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the white-robed Taoist.

The white light on the girl's face faded quickly, but her cheeks turned red, and her body collapsed into a coma.

"Daxian!" The old grandson was startled, and wanted to help the little girl, but his figure was a little unstable.

"Lao Zhang is not going to panic, she just slept, and it doesn't matter." The Taoist aunt in white stretched out her hand to help the old man, and slowly explained.

When the old grandson heard this, he was relieved.

"How dare you kill a man in Yizhuang, this is really bold! Do you know where the long-haired ghost hides during the day? I will go and get rid of it, so as to settle the unjust soul of Zhangjiazhuang Yizhuang." There was a layer of evil spirit, and a terrifying blue light was faintly permeated.

"Thank you Shangxian for your kindness, but I just heard my granddaughter say that the ghost came to Zhuangnei again last night and was removed by a passing youth." The old grandson said gratefully.

"What does that person look like? Is there anything special?" After a start, the white-clothed Taoist aunt changed the dust in her left hand to her right, and asked a little curiously.

"The old man has been ill in bed a few days ago. He was unconscious last night and didn't see that person. When my girl wakes up, Xiangu will ask her again." The old sun head shook his head and said.

The white-robed Taoist nodded, no longer entangled in the matter, and said:

"Even though the ghost is removed, this place is not suitable to continue, you two will leave with me first, and find another place to live."

"Yes, thank you Shangxian." The old grandson was overjoyed when he heard this, and thanked him.

With a wave of the dust from the white-robed Taoist aunt, a group of white clouds appeared out of thin air, holding up the three of them to the sky, and quickly disappearing into the distant sky.