Then, the scene of the dream was still that of a wedding.
This time, it was a traditional Chinese-style wedding.
Just like in the movies, he was the groom, and he was holding a big red string tied with a flower.
On the other side of the red string was the bride with a red veil covering her head.
While the host of the wedding was shouting, the husband and wife started to bow to heaven and earth, then to their parents, and finally to each other.
Then, the groom stepped forward and lifted the red veil covering the bride's head.
While lifting the red veil, Song Shuhang had already clenched his other fist. If True Monarch White Crane's face had been hidden under the red veil, he would have immediately punched it. Without the slightest hesitation!
The red veil was lifted. This time, it wasn't True Monarch White Crane. Underneath the red veil was a delicate face, long black hair, a small nose, and a signature smile … it was Jouko Hagi.
Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't a bald head or True Monarch White Crane, everything was fine.
Although the bride in the dream was Jouko Hagi, he found it somewhat strange.
The relationship between him and Jouko Hagi hadn't reached such a level yet. Actually, Jouko Hagi had always considered him as Song Qianbei.
But as long as it wasn't True Monarch White Crane, it wasn't a nightmare.
Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thought, Jouko Hagi opened her mouth and spoke.
Kneel!
Jouko Hagi's voice wasn't her sweet one, but that of a middle-aged man. "Wahahaha, Little Friend Song, you're dreaming if you want to marry my daughter!"
While speaking, Jouko Hagi's appearance changed, and she assumed the appearance of a handsome middle-aged man. "The effects of my shapeshifting brooch aren't bad, right? Even if the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group look carefully, they won't be able to see anything special about it! "
Looking at this incomparably handsome face, Song Shuhang didn't hesitate to swing his iron fist, smashing toward this handsome face!
As expected, it was still a nightmare, and it was even scarier than True Monarch White Crane's dream!
After this punch, his nightmare was shattered once again …
Then, just like last time, the scene in the dream changed again.
…
…
This time, it was an ordinary modern room.
Song Shuhang sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
With the previous two experiences in mind, Song Shuhang quickly inspected the objects in the surroundings as well as the clothes he was wearing.
This time, there was nothing strange in the room, and the clothes he was wearing were very ordinary.
Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was no longer a damn wedding, and there was no damn bride.
While he was thinking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open.
Then, a Pekingese stood up on its hind legs. It was wearing a suit and had a serious look on its face.
Then, the big Pekingese smiled and said, "My dear, I've made you wait for a long time. Tonight is our wedding day. Don't put on a straight face. Be happy and smile for me. Do you want me to smile for you?"
Doudou, die for this old man! '
Without the slightest hesitation, Song Shuhang punched the face of the big Pekingese with his iron fist of justice …
The dream was shattered once again.
Then, the scene changed again.
This time, Song Shuhang discovered that he had arrived in a primitive society. At this time, he was wearing animal skin and using the stone axe in his hand to cut a piece of wood.
This was already the fourth dream … the first three were all related to the 'wedding' or the 'newlywed'. Song Shuhang felt that there was something wrong with this matter. Could the fourth dream also be related to the 'wedding'?
Even if he was unconscious and having nightmares, it was impossible for him to dream of a wedding three times in a row, not to mention such a tragic wedding!
Even if it was a nightmare, it was still too bad!
Song Shuhang suspected that something was affecting his dream.
Or perhaps, some senior was playing a joke on him?
This time, he even dreamed that he had become a primitive man, so it shouldn't have anything to do with the 'wedding', right? After all, the original couple didn't have a wedding, right?
While he was thinking, Song Shuhang suddenly saw a figure approaching from a distance.
She was petite, with shoulder-length hair. Even if she was also wearing primitive animal skin clothes, her face was still pretty.
It was Su Clan's Shiliu!
At this time, Su Clan's Shiliu was holding a huge stick in her hand, a very scary model. Her bright and piercing eyes were staring at Song Shuhang, brimming with aggression!
Song Shuhang felt a very bad premonition.
If primitive men also had a wedding — Song Shuhang thought of a funny animation.
If primitive men took a fancy to a person, they would go up and knock them out, and then drag them to their cave. For primitive men, this was the 'wedding'.
In the distance, Su Clan's Shiliu had a restless expression on her face.
She looked at Song Shuhang as if she was looking at a prey. Thinking of the big stick in her hand, she wouldn't want to knock me out, right?
Song Shuhang: "… …"
What kind of dream was this?
Flips table, this old man doesn't want to play anymore. This damnable dream, which senior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group was so bored that she decided to play a joke on him?
If it was a prank, it was enough!
If she kept playing, the good guy would also get angry!
"Quickly wake up, no matter which senior is playing a prank, if you let me out now, I won't get angry. If you keep playing, I'll get angry too! "Song Shuhang shouted.
Just as Song Shuhang shouted, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and a huge dizziness came over him.
Song Shuhang stiffly turned his head, and saw Su Clan's Ah Qi, who was also wearing animal skin clothes, standing behind him with a callous expression.
In his hand was a blood-stained wooden stick. Without a doubt, the blood on it was Song Shuhang's.
Then, Su Clan's Ah Qi happily waved at the distant Shiliu.
Song Shuhang: "… …"
Motherf * cker, it really was a 'barbarian marriage'.
I don't want to play anymore, I really don't want to play anymore!
What kind of stupid dream is this, quickly wake up for me!
Is there any meaning in playing with this rotten joke of a marriage in a different way? Can't you come up with something new?
Don't play with the 'marriage joke', we're still good friends!
Song Shuhang had this thought.
Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed. Su Clan's Ah Qi and Su Clan's Shiliu disappeared.
The trees in the primitive forest all twisted, turning into human-shaped puppets and monsters, attacking Song Shuhang.
It wasn't only the trees, the surrounding stones and soil also condensed, turning into puppets, attacking Song Shuhang.
"F * ck!" Song Shuhang started to run for his life.
"Hehehehe, you can't escape. You're mine, you belong to me!" A strange voice echoed. This voice was made up of countless voices of men, women, young, and old.
"Your blood!"
"Your flesh!"
"Your bones!"
"Your hair!"
"Everything you have is mine!"
"What the hell is this?!" Song Shuhang frowned, but he still ran at lightning speed. He felt that it would be bad if he was caught by these puppets.
But in the next moment, the whole world surged. The whole world was filled with puppets.
Air, stones, wood, soil, flames, lightning, water — all of them formed puppets. Countless puppets surrounded Song Shuhang, stretching out their hands, greedily pouncing at Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang gritted his teeth, and said, "There's nowhere to run. What kind of damned dream is this?"
The whole dreamland was under someone's control, how could he still play?!
Just as the countless puppets were about to catch Song Shuhang, a pitch-black flying sword suddenly pierced through the air, piercing in front of Song Shuhang.
Immediately after, the pitch-black flying sword released endless darkness.
It was pure darkness that engulfed everything.
In the blink of an eye, all the puppets in the dreamland were completely engulfed by the darkness released by the flying sword. The dreamland turned into a pure black space, and only Song Shuhang floated in it.
Song Shuhang furrowed his brows. Just what was going on?
He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the pitch-black sword.
However, the pitch-black sword seemed to have a mind of its own, and easily avoided Song Shuhang. Next, the pitch-black sword began to change.
Two breaths later, a handsome figure appeared in front of Song Shuhang. His pitch-black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were as dazzling as the silver moon. There was an indescribable charm about him. Even the entire dark space could not conceal his charm.
"Senior White!" Song Shuhang called out in surprise.
The figure in front of him was none other than Venerable White.
"Mm." Venerable White smiled at Song Shuhang. His smile was gentle, and Song Shuhang immediately relaxed.
"Senior White, have you finished your closed-door training?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Mm." Venerable White nodded with a smile.
"Senior White, what was that nightmare I had just now?" Song Shuhang asked again — deep in his heart, he was still vigilant.
He was still in the dreamland.
Although the 'Venerable White' in front of him seemed to have come out to save him and helped him break through the nightmare. But who could guarantee that the Venerable White in front of him was not part of the 'nightmare'?
"Those nightmares of yours are a type of magic related to puppets from the ancient Jet-Black Sect. It's similar to a curse, and it's a very troublesome magic. When did you get hit by such a magic? "Venerable White explained.
Song Shuhang furrowed his brows. When did he get hit by such a magical technique?
A magical technique related to the puppets of the ancient Jet-Black Sect … wait, could it be that?!
When he was in Yu Jiaojiao's villa, Senior Xian Gong had laid out an inescapable net to attract demons and capture the demodragon.
However, the demodragon didn't come, and instead attracted a group of sea urchin warriors. Among them, one of the sea urchin warriors was a puppet in disguise.
Before dying, the puppet pointed its finger at Song Shuhang from afar, but it didn't seem to have used any magical technique.
Was it possible that the puppet used this nightmare technique on him at that time?
Song Shuhang was just about to chat with Senior White for a while when Venerable White suddenly said, "Alright, it's about time. It's time for you to wake up. "
"?" Song Shuhang.
He saw Venerable White smile and point his finger at him, and the world of darkness collapsed.
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