Under normal circumstances, after a person wakes up, he will have a certain memory of the dreams he had before waking up, but he will basically not be able to remember the dreams he had earlier.
So Mou Ling still has the scene in the dream just now in his memory at this time.
She looked at Shen Xing: "Did you slap me just now?"
Shen Xing pretended to be surprised and replied: "What slap? What are you talking about? Is this a dream?"
Mou Ling was stunned, and realized that even if Shen Xing in the dream really slapped him, it was still in the dream, and it was still his subconscious reaction, which was different from Shen Xing's facial features.
Just listen to Shen Xing swearing: "It's impossible even in a dream. I, Shen Xing, a gentleman, will never hit a woman even in a dream, unless there is a special reason."
"I seem...I also saw you beating my niece in my dream!" Yan Hanshan, who was sitting on the armchair by the iron stove, sat upright, bleary-eyed, and said while rubbing his eyes.
"Did we have 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 house, and her subsequent memories began to blur, and then she could only remember the last scene in her dream.
A towering tree grew out of the soil in the yard. The tree's roots were intertwined, and the branches and trunks were still squirming, binding my aunt in it, unable to move.
The aunt's arms and abdomen were already stuck to the tree trunk, which was extremely weird.
Then Shen Xing seemed to appear, and he asked him what to do. The guy slapped himself with a photon backhand, and then started to tickle himself while talking to himself.
Seeing that Mou Ling was still reminiscing, Shen Xing diverted her attention and pointed upstairs without saying anything. His expression was extremely mysterious, which meant that the three people falling asleep in the living room should be related to the abnormality upstairs.
Mou Ling understood and winked at Shen Xing. Without waiting for his uncle Yan Hanshan's reaction, the two quickly stood up and trotted up to the second floor.
In fact, the two of them were worried that they would fall asleep unnoticed during the process, so they moved quickly and approached Mou Xiufen in the master bedroom on the second floor as soon as possible.
However, Shen Xing guessed that the abnormal characteristics of the wooden sculpture would not be so strong. It could make three people, including Mou Ling and himself, fall asleep naturally at the same time. This might be the limit of that guy. If he wanted to use it again, the effect would be the same as before. The same thing, unless it is an anomaly of medium to high sequence.
But now it seems that this guy is obviously not.
Yan Hanshan followed him and ran up to the second floor. At this time, Mou Ling had already arrived at the bedroom door and twisted the door handle, but failed to open the door.
Without enough time to wait for Yan Hanshan to deliver the key, Mou Ling took a step back and kicked the bedroom door. There was a bang, the door lock was damaged, and the door panel was slightly dented and opened.
This scene made Shen Xing's pupils shrink slightly and he stared at her long, round and slender legs for a few seconds.
Mou Ling walked into the bedroom in a few steps and turned on the light in the room, making the light in the room reach its peak.
Looking at the bed, I found Mou Xiufen curled up in a ball, motionless.
Her waist was indeed bent sideways, her arms were broken, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, her face was pale, and her lips were blue.
This state is a sign that the body cannot bear it, and the abnormality of the wooden sculpture that trapped her just now may have exerted its characteristics too much, and it has also been depleted. As a result, Mou Xiufen's body control is also at a low point, and she can only lie on the bed, unable to move. .
Mou Ling and Shen Xing walked over quickly, but as they approached the bed, a strong, naturally occurring sleepiness came over them.
Their legs gave way and they fell to the ground. They didn't feel any mental attacks and just fell asleep naturally.
Behind them, Yan Hanshan, who had just trotted to the door of the bedroom, clutched a bunch of keys in his hand and lay on the ground with a thud, snoring loudly.
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"This drink is good!"
In the dark bar, Mou Ling held a glass of red and blue wine in his hand, raised the glass to Shen Xing who was sitting opposite him, and then took a sip in his mouth.
Shen Xing also raised the quilt in front of him, frowned slightly, glanced at the contents of his cup with a slightly disgusted look, sniffed it with his nose, and then cautiously leaned towards his lips.
Seeing this scene, Mou Ling couldn't help but smile inwardly, but his face was still paralyzed.
Shen Xing put down his wine glass and sighed: "I feel like my glass is dark food."
At this moment, Shen Xing suddenly froze for a moment and asked, "Do you feel like you have experienced this scene before?"
Mou Ling was slightly startled and looked around. Everything around her was very familiar. She came to this dark bar almost three or five times a month.
The scene is familiar, and it feels like you have experienced it before.
Just as he was about to speak, Shen Xing suddenly brought his face closer and said, "No! Pinch me now. Well, I have a lot of flesh on my face, so pinch me hard."
Mou Ling was even more confused. He felt angry and funny at the same time: "Why should I pinch you when I have nothing to do?"
Shen Xing answered seriously: "Now we have to learn to be smarter. Since we often deal with anomalies, 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 like just now."
"This method is good, then I pinch it?" Mou Ling gestured and stretched out his right hand.
"Pinch." Shen Xing stretched his neck.
Mou Ling was slightly startled: "I suddenly feel this way now, as if..."
Before she finished speaking, she grabbed the flesh on Shen Xing's cheek and tentatively squeezed her fingers.
"Harder." Shen Xing reminded.
The thumb and forefinger pinched the face tightly and twisted it sharply in the clockwise direction.
"Oh, I'll wipe it!" Shen Xing jumped up from the bar seat, covering his face and said quickly: "Wrong, wrong, it seems to be none of my business, it's you, maybe it's your problem! "
At this time, other people in the bar turned to look in this direction. Mou Ling was a little embarrassed and said, "Sit down first."
After Shen Xing sat down, without waiting for her to speak, he reminded: "It's my turn now."
"You want to pinch me too?" Mou Ling was stunned and subconsciously covered his face with his hands.
She relies on her face to make a living. If it weren't for this extremely cold face and this obvious personal characteristic as a selling point, she wouldn't be able to do so well in the graphic model industry.
Shen Xing looked confused and didn't know what he was thinking. He just shook his head.
Slowly, he stretched out his two hands towards 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 driven by some kind of force, making his stretched out hands seem not to be his own will, but just a subconscious action.
But it can be seen that he is very skilled in this action.
Mou Ling was completely stunned, staring at the pair of hands that were close to her chest. Just a second away from performing a trick on the lecher under the table, Shen Xing moved his hands to the side, and then pointed at her armpits. I scratched my itch.
"Pfft, hahahaha..."
Facial paralysis and facial disintegration instantly.
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This time Mou Ling woke up faster than Shen Xing, almost sitting up from the ground suddenly, and then she saw Shen Xing slowly waking up.
Staring at Shen Xing thoughtfully, Mou Ling's memory just now connected with the memory after waking up downstairs, and then he stared at Shen Xing in realization.
"You really slapped my ear in your dream! Before you tickled me!"
"Control your aunt first!" Shen Xing forcefully changed the subject again.
The two of them said no more, stood up and flew over. Mou Ling's psychic energy enveloped Mou Xiufen who was curled up on the bed, and her brows furrowed slightly.
"Her characteristics are very weak, almost invisible." She turned back to Shen Xing.
Shen Xing also nodded. In his passive skill Abnormal Sensing, he could also feel that the abnormal characteristics on the bed were very weak, but not as sensitive as Mou Ling's.
Now that the opponent's characteristics have become weaker, it means that it is no longer possible to make them fall asleep naturally. This shows that the use of this abnormal and strange characteristic is not endless.
Together with Mou Ling, she straightened Mou Xiufen's body and looked over. Shen Xing found that the wooden sculpture she was holding was completely adhered to her abdomen and could not be removed by force.
A part of the wood merged into Mou Xiufen's belly. At the wound where it crossed and merged, no blood flowed out, but the skin turned slightly red.
Not only that, Mou Xiufen’s arms are also integrated with the wood carving. They are both in the forearm area. The bones and the wood carving are transparently interspersed and extend from the other side. The wood carving enters from the outside and grows from the inside of the forearm.
This is obviously more serious than Mou Ling's initial description.
"Do we need surgery to separate them?" Mou Ling asked anxiously.
If that were the case, her aunt's life would be in danger.
But if the situation really develops to an extent that they cannot control, they may have to do this.
Shen Xing pondered for a moment, shook his head, took off his backpack, walked to the square table nearby, took out a roll of carving tools from the backpack, and then pulled out two pieces of wood and placed them on the table one by one.
"Are you going to..." Mou Ling looked at him in surprise.
"I'm saving your aunt." Shen Xing ordered: "From now on, you just use your psychic power to keep an eye on the recovery of your aunt's abnormal characteristics. Once the other party starts to recover, use your psychic power to suppress it and try to give it as much pain as possible. I buy time."
Mou Ling nodded and said nothing.
Shen Xing had already picked up a piece of wood. His ten fingers were as soft as bones and extremely agile. He grabbed a carving knife and started to cut on the oval-shaped wood. One stroke at a time, never sloppily.
Amidst the swishing sound, pieces of chipped wood were flying, the lighter ones echoed in the air and fell into the distance, while the heavier ones fell directly at Shen Xing's feet.
A smell of wood filled the room.
Mou Ling occasionally glanced at Shen Xing, but most of his attention was on that abnormal body.
Accompanied by the snoring of Yan Hanshan, who had not yet woken up, at the bedroom door, the atmosphere in the room was developing in a strange direction.
About fifteen minutes later, the wood carving in Shen Xing's hand had taken shape.
Mou Ling recognized it at a glance, and then looked down at the wood carving in her aunt's arms, and then at the one held in Shen Xing's hand. Although the wood carving was one size smaller, it was very close to the style of this abnormal wood carving.
At this moment, Mou Ling knew that Shen Xing was carving the appearance of the wood carving that her aunt had encountered, but she didn't know what it was for.
If Shen Xing doesn't do this, he has his own reasons, and he can't be disturbed now.
Anyway, it is impossible to take the wooden sculpture directly from aunt's body. It is like a tree taking root in her body. If she takes it out, she will die.
It is even more unrealistic to let the aunt maintain the status quo. Not only is it dangerous to the people in the house, but she will fall asleep and never wake up at any time. It is also impossible to predict what horror will happen after the wood sculpture is completely integrated with the human body.
Another seven or eight minutes later, under the control of Shen Xingyun's flying fingers, the carving knife in his hand kept making cuts, and some wood chips as thin as cicada wings flew down, as if snow was falling in the air.
A wooden sculpture exactly like the one in the first photo on Mou Ling's cell phone was formed in the palm of Shen Xing's hand.
Except that the overall size of this wood carving is two times smaller, the rest of the wood carving is exactly the same as that wood carving.
Shen Xing quickly turned the wood carving over and took a closer look, then put down the carving knife. At this time, Mou Ling said beside the bed: "Its characteristics have begun to recover and are slowly growing."
Shen Xing stood up, brought the strange wood carving to Mou Xiufen, and put it into her arms.
Waited and waited, no response.
Mou Ling remained silent on the side, just looking at him in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.
Shen Xing walked back to the square table with the wood carving. After sitting down, he picked up the carving knife and stared at the wood carving in his hand, lost in thought.
About five minutes later, Mou Ling's psychic energy produced a relatively obvious characteristic. The wood carving in front of him was abnormal. At this moment, the recovery speed of the characteristic began to accelerate, and the increase was obvious.
She looked at Shen Xing and saw that he was still deep in thought. 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 turned the woodcarving over in his hand, held the carving knife and continued to cut on it. His fingers had become blurred due to the rapid swiping, making it difficult to see clearly. He concentrated all his attention on his hand.
The speed this time was significantly faster than before, and it could be said to be the limit that Shen Xing could achieve.
Of course, at this speed, the lifelikeness of the wood carving cannot be as perfect as before, but Shen Xing can guarantee that even at this level, the anomaly can be smoothly absorbed after carving the finished product, as long as it meets the conditions.
As time passed by, Mou Ling didn't realize that the fists he was clenching quietly were soaked in sweat, and his hands and feet were slightly cold. At the same time as he stared at Shen Xing, the abnormality of the wooden sculpture in his mind became stronger and stronger.
She subconsciously lowered her head to look at her aunt, and saw the curled-up Mou Xiufen suddenly twitching.
"Go on!" Shen Xing suddenly spoke and threw the completed wood carving in his hand to Mou Ling, "Put the wood carving into your aunt's arms."
While speaking, his movements did not stop. He quickly picked up another oval-shaped piece of wood and started carving again.
Mou Ling was slightly startled, not knowing what else Shen Xing wanted to carve, and he had no intention of coming over.
She came back to her senses and looked at the wooden sculpture she was holding in her hand. She found that the wooden sculpture was smaller than before, and its shape had completely changed.
The wood carving that was just a strange shape just now turned into the appearance of my aunt. I saw this little man holding the wood carving in his arms with his hands, a slightly painful expression on his face, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, even the lines and pressure on his clothes. The pleats are almost the same, and they are at least 98% similar to the current aunt.
"Oh my god, what a craftsmanship!" Mou Ling couldn't help but secretly praise her.
In such a short time, with just a few glances, he was able to carve out her aunt as if she were a replica. Shen Xing's skills immediately rose to a very high position in Mou Ling's heart.
Following 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: "What next?"
Shen Xing frowned, knowing something was wrong. He shook his head. He didn't have time to look at the direction of the bed and replied, "Don't worry about it. You can keep that wood carving as a souvenir."
In his hands, a large tree-like wooden sculpture was being formed at this moment. It seemed to be exactly the towering tree that appeared in the yard that he had just seen in his dream.
The tree trunks were gnarled, and the knots were one after another. The large number of branches were outlined with a few simple cuts, creating a sense of weight, as if heavy clouds were accumulating, making people breathless.
At this moment, Mou Ling could no longer see the movement of Shen Xing's fingers. The flying wood chips were no longer scattered, but were falling around him like misty dust.
"Its characteristics... may not be suppressed!"
At this time, Mou Ling withdrew her shocked eyes and stared at the abnormal wood carving integrated into her aunt's arms. The invisible psychic energy formed a strong oppression on this area.
But an obvious tremor came, which was a burst of squeezing and resistance from the opponent's characteristics.
After all, Mou Ling's psychic ability is just a telepathic one. It is already very good to be able to suppress this abnormal characteristic for a while, which means that her psychic ability is also powerful.
But she also knew that she couldn't hold on any longer.
He spoke again: "I...maybe...can't suppress it..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Xing stood up abruptly, approaching the bed while holding the big tree sculpture in his left hand and flipping it left and right. The carving knife in his right hand danced out a ball of knives. Each knife was accurately positioned on the big tree sculpture, and A knife mark was left, and a trace of sawdust appeared.
After taking five or six steps, the carving knife had already scratched the wooden sculpture countless times.
When he reached Mou Ling, the carving knife stopped, and the big tree sculpture pressed down on Mou Xiufen's arms.
Almost at the same time, a slight tremor came from Shen Xing's hand.
Although the tremor was very light, Mou Ling felt it at the same time. Looking down, he saw that his aunt's tight body suddenly relaxed, her whole body fell apart, and her hands left the wooden sculpture inserted in her abdomen.
The other parts of the wood carving that penetrated her arm were withdrawing visibly with the naked eye at this moment, without any blood flowing out, and the wood carving on her abdomen was also withdrawing bit by bit.
The next second, right under Mou Ling's eyes, the entire abnormal wood sculpture turned into black smoke and was instantly contained within the large tree sculpture held by Shen Xing.
