When Sun Wukong thought of this, he felt a gust of cold wind rushing across his back spine, and his whole body trembled.

"It may be really a ghost. At the third update of the night, the clouds block the moon and the yang energy dissipates. It is a good time for a fierce ghost to come out of the coffin. It's a chirping sound. The more I think about it, the more I feel scared. I once heard the butler Lao He say that a fierce ghost doesn't bite a sleeping person after he leaves the coffin. Then I'll put on the quilt and slept hard, that's true."

After thinking about it, I grabbed the quilt and tilted my head to lie down.

However, at this moment, I suddenly heard the window bang and the wind blowing away. The candlelight on the candlestick was immediately extinguished, and I clearly saw streams of white mist, which penetrated through the window and penetrated into the room, accompanied by the whistling wind, which was extremely cold.

When Sun Wukong saw this state, his scalp was tight and his head was buzzing, his hands and feet were instantly stiff, and he was not controlled by his brain. He was so frightened that he opened his mouth and closed it.

Sun Wukong said hysterically in his heart, "Can it be that the fierce ghost is staring at me? Mom, I am really unlucky enough. I think that in addition to having some strange dreams, I am also angry with Hua Yasha. I have been forced to get married by my parents these two days. I have this matter again tonight. Oh my God, what kind of evil did I do in my previous life?"

Just when Sun Wukong was so scared that he was terrified, the sound that had just passed by the vicissitudes of life appeared again. Listening to the source of the sound, it seemed like it was not far from the window.

"Being an immortal is an immortal, being a human being, do you still remember the huge difference between the path of immortality and the path of human beings?"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes tightly, dared not open it, tightened his body, and did not even dare to breathe. He maintained this momentum for a while until he couldn't hold it anymore, so he opened his mouth and sniffed a few breaths, then shouted with a desperate attempt:

"Don't the fierce ghost like to bite people? If you want to bite me, you can't just say anything. I'm just tired of living, so bite me, bite me!" He shouted, stretched out his neck, and acted as if he was dead.

The voice seemed to ignore Sun Wukong's words and continued to repeat the sentence.

"Being an immortal is an immortal, being a human being, do you still remember the huge difference between the path of immortality and the path of human beings?"

When Sun Wukong heard this again, he tried hard to restrain his inner fear and adjust his rapid breathing, and then he thought to himself with suspicion:

"It's strange, what does this fierce ghost mean? If you don't hurry up and bite me to death, run away from me to the slogan? Oh, by the way, why am I so scared? What I dream about every day is actually some floating and leisurely. I should get used to it. No, I have to muster up the courage to open my eyes and look at the fierce ghost. Even if I die, I will die. I understand it."

Sun Wukong thought, slowly relaxing his closed eyelids and trying to leave a considerable slit for his eyes. However, before Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes into slits, he heard the window closing with a bang, and the candlelight on the candlestick suddenly ignited. Then he heard the sound of vicissitudes of the sky from near to far outside the window:

"You have not yet been reborn, I am anxious. I will ask you that question after you have what you should have."

When Sun Wukong heard this sound, he had some courage from somewhere. He suddenly opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, ran to the window, and opened it, but only saw a huge figure flying in the air, heading towards the end of the night sky at a very fast speed. He also saw that the figure seemed to have bright white wings that could cover the moon, trembling, and with great momentum.

In another blink, it disappeared.

Sun Wukong was stunned by the window for a long time. After he saw the huge figure in a vague way, the fear that he had not seen it disappeared. He instantly felt that the huge figure was so strange and so familiar.

"Is he a human? Or—?"

The clouds were flying away from the moon, and the moonlight rushed towards Sun Wukong who was standing by the window and was in deep thought.

Sun Wukong stood by the window and looked out for a long time.

After a long time, the upper eyelids were constantly trying to meet the lower eyelids. In order to let them meet quickly, Sun Wukong shook his mind and pulled it up the window, dragged his foot to the edge of the bed, and when he fell down, he was drowsy and confused.

After sleeping soundly, that is, the strange dream happened as promised in Sun Wukong's consciousness.

Sun Wukong thought that his dream would be connected to the follow-up of Sun Wukong and Chi Sheng eating fish, but what he didn't expect was that the dream he had again was an extremely dark dream. Everything was so black and completely black. If a person stood in that black, he would feel like "Do I still exist in the world?"

This feeling is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

"So am I Sun Wukong now? Or Sun Wukong?" Sun Wukong said hesitantly in the black.

Then a voice surrounds Sun Wukong's ears.

"Of course you are Sun Wukong. This is your dream, not Sun Wukong's dream."

"My dream? Then who are you?" Sun Wukong asked suspiciously at the voice.

"Of course it's your dream! Hi, you asked me again, who I am, of course, the scattered immortal who does not seek fame and fortune, is the most good and beautiful, and is rare in the fairy world for thousands of years, and the dream immortal!" The dream immortal replied in an ethereal voice that the immortals or demons are used by.

After hearing this, Sun Wukong said oh, then slowly moved into the black, and his hands couldn't stop slashing around.

"Dream Immortal, I remember you. You came to my dream last time and you also said that you are the night wandering god called by people in the world."

The dream immortal smiled and replied, "Sun Wukong, your memory is still good, and you can clearly distinguish the difference between you and Sun Wukong. It seems that you are a person who knows your own heart."

Sun Wukong was so restrained by the darkness that he did not dare to move at will, and his steps became smaller and smaller.

"Dream Immortal, can you tell me where you are?"

Suddenly a light breeze brushed across Sun Wukong's cheek, making Sun Wukong feel a little refreshed. His head, which was just now, became much more relaxed, just like the one that instantly reduced its weight and became as light as a feather.

The dream hero said, "Did you feel the wind?"

Sun Wukong took a long breath and replied, "I felt the wind, the very refreshing wind, it made me feel very comfortable, and my body seemed to float."

The dream hero laughed and said, "I feel right, I am the wind."

Sun Wukong said in surprise: "What? Are you a wind? Are you not an immortal?"

The Dream Fairy smiled and said, "You are a human being after all. Of course I am an immortal. Don't you know that immortals can change into wind? My Dream Fairy likes to change the most is wind, and what I am best at is wind."

Sun Wukong suddenly realized, "Yes, immortals can change. Can you make me feel you again?"

Immediately afterwards, another breeze of Sun Wukong's cheek brushed across.

Sun Wukong said with satisfaction: "The Great Immortal of Dreams, I feel that you are a charming and romantic immortal. No wonder you call yourself a scattered immortal." As he said that, his hand couldn't help but grab a handful of empty hand in the darkness.

The fantasy immortal laughed and said, "If you can have this feeling, it seems that you are also a person with charm and mood. But as far as I know, people in the world do not like charm and mood very much. Instead, they prefer vulgarity and boredom."

Sun Wukong replied: "Everyone actually lives a very hard life. They don't like charm and mood. It's just that the world is too sharp, which leads to them gradually smoothing out their original love. This initial love is a dream that exists in the world. I understand it as a dream, a dream immortal. Can you understand if I say this?"
Chapter completed!