It was already the morning of the fifth day after Wu Sheng woke up. After listening to Zhang Buyu telling him what happened, he couldn't help but feel worried.
First, judging from the current situation, his so-called senior brother who was expelled from the school has now fallen into the devil's path.
He was also very interested in his ability to unleash nightmares, but he just knew that he had an elusive ability.
I didn’t know that this was the skill of Nightmare Youe.
If he meets Nan Wenxing next time, he won't be so lucky.
The second is that the power of his own nightmare is getting stronger every time, and now there is no sign of it happening.
The further this goes, the more passive one becomes.
The problems presented by these two points are all directed at the reasons for one's own shortcomings.
If he didn't speed up his cultivation, he would either be captured by Nan Wenxing for "research", or his body would be completely taken over by the nightmare.
But how can there be a way to improve one's Taoism so quickly? You can only practice one step at a time.
Wu Sheng rubbed his head with a headache, but he suddenly felt a headache on the back of his head, which was where he had been hurt by the previous fight.
At this moment, Wu Sheng was wearing gauze, and he used his palms to block the sunlight that penetrated his eyes from the window.
Because Wu Sheng had been in a daze for a long time, when he suddenly saw the sun, he felt a little dazzling, so he did this.
"How is An Menghan doing now?" When Wu Sheng spoke, his lips became dry and cracked instantly, and his voice was also very hoarse.
Zhang Buyu shook his head at Wu Sheng with a melancholy look on his face: "She...is not awake yet."
"But now she is out of danger..."
Zhang Buyu became hesitant, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to Wu Sheng.
"What else? Keep talking." Wu Sheng looked at Zhang Buyu who looked embarrassed and asked.
Zhang Buyu didn't dare to look directly into Wu Sheng's eyes. He lowered his head and said slowly: "The doctor said... that her condition is not good."
"Maybe... it may develop into a vegetative state..." Zhang Buyu said hesitantly. When he said this, he was in a very low mood.
"But don't worry too much...Uncle An has already started to find someone to analyze and treat An Menghan..." Zhang Buyu raised his head stiffly and looked at Wu Sheng.
"Take me to find her." Wu Sheng said seriously, then stood up with difficulty and pushed up the infusion stand with the hand holding the needle.
Zhang Buyu nodded and helped Wu Sheng towards An Menghan's ward.
"How is Cai Liuchen?" Wu Sheng asked Zhang Buyu.
Zhang Buyu took a deep breath and said, "His condition is similar to yours, but he is still in a coma. The doctor said his ribs are almost broken."
"I need to rest for a while."
Wu Sheng nodded slowly, staring straight ahead, and then slowly walked towards An Menghan's private ward without saying a word.
After entering An Menghan's room, Wu Sheng's eyes immediately filled with tears.
At this moment, An Menghan's head was wrapped with layers of gauze, and there was still some residual blood printed on the white gauze.
She was frighteningly quiet at this moment, which was very inconsistent with her usual personality.
In the entire empty room, only the breathing of three people and the sound of dripping water could be heard.
"Take it out." Wu Sheng looked at the backpack in Zhang Buyu's hand.
After Zhang Buyu opened his backpack, Wu Sheng rummaged for the Jiazi Guihai Qi Dividing Talisman because he wanted to see if An Menghan had hurt his soul.
Wu Sheng picked up the Jiazi Guihai Qi Dividing Talisman and placed it in front of his eyes. He slowly said: "Emergency is like..."
"Urgent..."
"Emergency is like a law..."
In this way, Wu Sheng kept trying many times, but the result was the same. No matter what he did at this time, he could not shout out the spell completely.
This is the only characteristic of "Sixty Years of Leaving Evil Technique", that is, if the person who practices this technique has his own yang energy and physical strength reaching the lowest critical value.
It is impossible to use the debut technique.
"Why..." Wu Sheng lowered his head and roared softly, but who could answer his question?
Zhang Buyu patted Wu Sheng's back gently: "Old Wu...don't be too reluctant...if it really doesn't work, then we'll wait and try again."
Wu Sheng shook his head and two tears fell to the ground, but only he could notice them.
He kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his emotions, but when he spoke, he realized that his voice was still choked with sobs.
"No...it's been five days. If there really is something wrong with the soul...there will be no time..." Wu Sheng said desperately.
Zhang Buyu, who was thinking of comforting him, was also speechless at this moment. He didn't know how to respond to Wu Sheng.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Buyu tried to ask Wu Sheng: "Old Wu, how about you open my eyes? And then I can show it to An Menghan?"
Wu Sheng shook his head subconsciously and said in a low voice, "No, I can't even support myself now, let alone open the eyes of others."
"What if you let me become a disciple now?" Zhang Buyu immediately thought of this problem.
What if after becoming a master, I would no longer be able to use the "Sixty Years of Li Xie Ju"? Can't I see the problems in An Menghan?
But this is just Zhang Buyu's idea.
Wu Sheng shook his head calmly: "This won't work, because after becoming a master, it only means that you have entered this profession, and you have to rely on your own cultivation to achieve Taoism."
"And even if you can directly use Taoism, your current qualifications are not enough to be able to see the problems with An Menghan's soul."
Wu Sheng's words directly dealt a huge blow to Zhang Buyu.
Zhang Buyu couldn't help being slightly startled after hearing this. Sure enough, he thought it was too simple.
Just as the two of them were thinking deeply, the sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind them.
A very familiar voice came into the ears of the two of them: "What are you two melancholy about here? Could it be that because we haven't seen each other in the past few days, you have forgotten about me?"
Cai Liuchen entered the room in a wheelchair, and behind him was Liu Yiyi who was pushing the wheelchair with a sad look on his face.
"Leave this little thing to me, looking at the soul is not a problem now." Cai Liuchen gently patted Liu Yiyi's hand that was tightly grasping his shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, Cai Liuchen knotted his sword fingers and placed them between his eyebrows: "Eight Yins and One Layer! The vague ghost path, the traceless ghost origin. The Yin floats and the Yin gathers, with agglomerates!"
