Seeing the expression of extreme surprise and surprise on Shu Guan's face, Zhang Haotian somewhat recovered from his fear.
"Mr. Shu Xiao, do you know what those people mean?"
Zhang Haotian asked doubtfully.
Shu Guan took a few deep breaths, and then said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Zhang, please continue. I hope you can tell me any details of what you saw in your dream."
"Okay... I walked through the yard and passed by the villagers carrying basins filled with blood. I felt very strange at the time. I was disgusted with everything around me, but I also felt that I was used to it. Feeling...fear is what happens after waking up from the dream, but when I was in the dream, I was not afraid of anything."
"Opposite the courtyard is a hall. I walked into the hall. There were some ancient-looking furniture in the hall, and there were many people standing inside."
"When I walked in, everyone inside saluted me and called me 'Young Master' just like the villagers outside, except for one person."
"The man was sitting in the center of the hall, sitting on a Taishi chair. He was a very thin middle-aged man. His skin was strange and red, like cloth soaked in blood from outside. …Actually, along the way, the skin of the people in this village I met seemed to be a little red, but not as red as this middle-aged man’s.”
"And in front of the chair where the middle-aged man was sitting, there was another person lying on the ground."
"That was a girl, a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a lake-green Xiapei, with many gold ornaments on her head. She looked like a girl from a wealthy family. The girl closed her eyes and lay unconscious on the ground."
"In the dream, my heartbeat suddenly beat very hard, as if I knew something bad was going to happen."
"I walked up to the middle-aged man, knelt down to him, and called 'Daddy'."
"The middle-aged man looked at me, and his eyes made me a little nervous."
"Then he said something to me, 'Drain her blood.'"
"I was kneeling on the ground, shaking, but not moving."
"Then a knife was thrown in front of me, and the voice of the man I called daddy rang out again."
"'Every disciple of our Blood Demon Sect'..."
"etc!"
When Zhang Haotian started to talk again, Shu Guan listened very carefully and carefully, for fear that he would miss any detail of Zhang Haotian's dream.
But at this moment, he couldn't help but interrupt Zhang Haotian's story.
"Mr. Zhang, are you sure that what you heard in your dream were the words 'Blood Demon Sect'?"
Shu Guan's expression was extremely cautious at this time, and he confirmed with Zhang Haotian word by word.
"I have had this dream countless times. I will never forget everything in the dream, every person's appearance, every word they said."
Zhang Haotian smiled bitterly and said to Shu Guan.
A strange light flashed in Shu Guan's eyes.
Bloody Gate!
It is indeed the Blood Demon Sect!
Although Shu Guan had vaguely guessed something when Zhang Haotian talked about the scene in the yard and the conversation of the "villagers" just now, it was not until this moment that the words "Blood Evil Sect" came out of Zhang Haotian's mouth , Shu Guan dared to confirm that his guess was correct.
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please continue."
Although countless thoughts were already surging in his mind at this moment, Shu Guan didn't think about it for the time being. He wanted to listen to Zhang Haotian's entire dream before talking about it.
"'Every disciple of our Blood Demon Sect must perform a blood sacrifice ceremony. Only after going through the blood sacrifice ceremony can we truly begin to practice the Blood Demon Dharma'."
"'Originally, you should have completed this ceremony when you were ten years old, but your character has been too cowardly since you were a child. Because you are my son, you are allowed to delay this matter until now.'"
"'But the blood sacrifice ceremony cannot be postponed forever. Today is your fourteenth birthday. I specially asked Elder Hui to go to the city to capture a sacrifice for you, which is the woman in front of you.'"
"This girl, like you, has her fourteenth birthday today, and she is of noble birth. She is the youngest daughter of King Jingjiang of the Great Hua Domain. She is also a virgin, so she is the best blood sacrifice."
"'Now, Yun'er, use this ant-blood knife to slit this woman's throat, and then absorb all the blood from her body to complete your blood sacrifice ritual."
"With trembling hands, I picked up the knife. It was a knife with a handle carved from white bones and a shining red blade. I held it and moved towards the neck of the royal girl."
"...The girl's neck is so slender and beautiful, and her skin is so white and delicate. I can even see the tiny cold hairs on her neck. Especially when my cold blade touches her skin, those cold hairs stand on end. Get up..."
"But I didn't slit her throat in the end. I held the knife, looked up at the middle-aged man, and cried to him that I couldn't do it."
"The man seemed very angry. He looked at me with a scary look, and he...he...said something."
"'I don't need a good-for-nothing son like you in my blood. The worst I can do is have another one.'"
"Those were the last words I heard in that dream."
"Then, the short knife in my hand suddenly turned back uncontrollably... and stabbed into my chest..."
Zhang Haotian let out a cry of pain and clutched his chest tightly.
Shu looked at Zhang Haotian and knew that at that moment, he had been completely immersed in the memory of the dream, and had even forgotten the difference between dreams and reality.
After about five or six seconds, Zhang Haotian came back to his senses. He smiled bitterly at Shu Guan. His face was still pale and covered with beads of sweat.
"That dream ends here. Every time I wake up at this time."
Then he slowly unbuttoned the front of his clothes and exposed his chest. He saw a birthmark on Zhang Haotian's wrinkled chest.
A birthmark shaped like a blade.
A strange light flashed through Shu Guan's eyes again.
"This birthmark was there when I was born. I thought it was just an ordinary birthmark until I had that dream for the first time. After I woke up from the dream, the birthmark on my chest hurt so much. "
"Every time after this strange dream, the birthmark on my chest would hurt."
"Mr. Shu Xiao, what do you think this strange dream of mine is about?"
Shu Guan was silent.
Zhang Haotian continued:
"If I was only bothered by this strange dream, I might not come to see you today, Mr. Shu Xiao, but this time when I came to Shanghai, I discovered... I discovered... a very scary thing."
Zhang Haotian looked at Shu Guan. He was breathing rapidly, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his eyes showed a look of confusion and fear of the unknown.
"Mr. Zhang, tell me slowly what exactly you discovered."
Shu Guan comforted Pandao.
"...Three days ago, I saw the village in my dream."
"What!"
Shu Guan, who was comforting Zhang Haotian just now, exclaimed in shock.
"Mr. Zhang, where did you see that village?"
"It's just outside Shanghai. This is my third time coming to Shanghai. The first two times I passed by it in a hurry, but this time I plan to stay a few days longer."
"Three days ago, Xicheng took me to enjoy the scenery outside Shencheng. Then at the foot of Lansun Mountain, when the car passed by, I saw a lake."
"The lake is exactly like the one that appeared in my dream at the beginning."
"I asked them to stop the car and come to the lake."
"Although there are no lotus flowers in winter, I still recognized it at a glance as the lake in my dream, because I have seen this lake countless times in my dreams."
"I came to the lake. There was really a bluestone road beside the lake. I walked along the bluestone road. There was a village in front of me... that village... that village was exactly the same as the village in my dream... …”
Zhang Haotian's breathing became rapid again, and he looked at Shu Guan with helpless and blank eyes.
"In that village, there is also another small lake. There is also the water wheel in the small lake. There is also a large courtyard with green walls and red tiles in front of the small lake."
"The only difference is that I don't know anyone in that village, and they don't know me."
Shu Guan's expression had become extremely serious at this time. As Zhang Haotian told it, he realized that Zhang Haotian's dream was becoming more and more complicated.
"Mr. Zhang, have you ever entered that big mansion?"
"I'm in."
"I knocked on the door of the house, and the owner welcomed us in. Inside was a courtyard. Except for the absence of corpses and the large water tanks, everything else was the same as in my dream, including the ancient buildings inside. The furniture, even the placement is exactly the same.”
"The owner of that house is an old man. He said that his family has lived in this village and this house for more than two hundred years and has never left."
"I left that village with endless doubts, and then I had that strange dream again that night, and again the next night, and also last night."
"Mr. Shu Xiao, I came here today just to ask, what is going on in this dream of mine?"
"I have lived in Ganzhou since I was a child. I never left my hometown before I was fourteen years old. Why do I dream of a village thousands of miles away in the Jiangnan water town? And that village still exists."
Yeah...what's going on?
Shu Guan pondered.
Zhang Haotian's dream was extremely strange.
It's not that what happened in the dream was weird, after hearing about it once, he already had a rough idea of what happened in the dream.
This should be something that happened in the Blood Demon Sect. !
If Zhang Haotian's experience in his dream was something that actually happened, it would have been a long time ago.
Because Zhang Haotian mentioned a detail in his dream, that is, the girl who was captured was wearing Xiapei.
This is a very ancient costume. In the past hundred years, almost no Chinese women would wear such cumbersome costumes.
Moreover, the middle-aged man in Zhang Haotian's dream also said that the girl's identity was the daughter of King Jingjiang of the Great China Dynasty, so what happened in Zhang Haotian's dream naturally happened before the fall of the Great China Dynasty. .
Zhang Haotian's identity in his dream should be the son of the leader of the Blood Evil Sect. Because he was cowardly and timid by nature, he did not dare to complete a certain ritual in the Blood Evil Sect, so he was killed by his father himself.
The matter itself is not complicated. What is complicated is why Zhang Haotian had such a dream!
Why did a child in a remote village in Ganzhou dream about something that happened in a village on the outskirts of Shencheng at least a hundred years ago?
And this is something that belongs to the spiritual world.
The Blood Demon Sect is real.
That village now turns out to be real, too.
There is also the birthmark on Zhang Haotian's chest, which is like a vision of a dream affecting reality.
Shu Guan thought for a long time and found that he could not determine what Zhang Haotian's strange dream was about.
This was something he had never encountered before.
But since you can’t figure it out, it’s better to go directly to the dream and have a look.
Shu Guan looked at a piece of light yellow talisman paper on the table, which was the calming talisman he drew by himself a few days ago.
Then Shu Guan raised his head, smiled slightly at Zhang Haotian and said:
"Mr. Zhang, please close your eyes and take a rest."
Although Zhang Haotian was a little confused, he still closed his eyes.
Shu Guan put the calming charm on Zhang Haotian's chest, and Zhang Haotian immediately fell asleep, snoring slightly from his nose.
However, Shu Guan felt that even if he didn't wear this calming charm, the old man would probably fall asleep if he closed his eyes in his extremely tired state at this time.
Then he went outside the door and talked to Du Wenqiang and Wu Xicheng, telling them that Mr. Zhang wanted to take a nap. They didn't have to stand at the door and could wait in the car first.
Wu Xicheng seemed a little worried. He came in and took a look and saw that Zhang Haotian was indeed sleeping. Du Wenqiang also assured Mr. Shu that nothing would happen to Mr. Zhang. Wu Xicheng followed Du Wenqiang to the car at the entrance of the alley to wait.
Then Shu Guan went to the second floor to call Han Biao down and asked him to help guard him so that no one could come in and disturb him.
Finally, Shu Guan closed the door of the horse racing hall, came to Zhang Haotian, put a hand on Zhang Haotian's forehead, and used the dream spell to enter Zhang Haotian's dream.
Soon, Shu Guan came to Zhang Haotian's fuya soul.
After staying in Zhang Haotian's fuya soul for about four or five minutes, Shu Guan's expression became extremely strange.
because there's none".
He didn't find any memory of that dream in Zhang Haotian's Fu Ya Po.
This is absolutely impossible!
A person's dreams must come from his subconscious mind, which is Fushiya Po.
With endless doubts welling up in his heart, Shu Guan withdrew from Zhang Haotian's Fu Ya soul, and then went to other areas in Zhang Haotian's soul.
It took him half an hour to visit every corner of Zhang Haotian's soul and carefully examine all the memories of Zhang Haotian's life.
At this time, Shu Guan may know himself better than Zhang Haotian himself.
But still "no".
Shu Guan found no memory related to that dream.
Even Zhang Haotian himself has no memory of having this dream!
In other words, Zhang Haotian, who was sleeping at this time, had no idea that he had been having a recurring dream all his life.
Shu Guan retreated from Zhang Haotian's dream.
His face was filled with a strange and incomprehensible look.
This thing is getting really weird.
According to what he remembered in Zhang Haotian's dream, Zhang Haotian should not have known that he was having such a strange dream.
But when I heard Zhang Haotian's story just now, he was so clear-headed and the details he told were so true.
So what is going on?
Could it be that... what Zhang Haotian was talking about was not his dream at all!
Shu Guan thought about what he had just seen in Zhang Haotian's soul memory. Everything was normal.
The only thing that must be said to be abnormal was that Zhang Haotian's soul gave him a strange feeling, as if... something was missing.
But Shu Guan could not determine what the specific abnormality was.
The screening of souls is not something he is good at.
But Buddhism is better at observing people's souls.
Shu Guan's heart suddenly moved, and then he raised his head and said to Han Biao:
"Uncle Han, please help me go to a place called Xinxiang Temple now, and help me invite a monk there named Duzhu to come here."
(End of chapter)
