That dream demon saw me appear, endured the wounds on his body, and rushed towards me.

  Am I abnormal or what, why does he like me so much? Every time he sees me, it's as if he's taken a stimulant and rushes over to me. What have I done to provoke him?

  I'm also suffocating in my heart, holding the Buddhist beads in my right hand, and smashing them against the temple of my dream.

  I don't know if this thing was hit silly by Zhao Shenyu, ignoring the Buddhist beads in my hand. Does it really think that the Buddhist beads in my hand are vegetarian?

  Cough cough, to be honest, I really don't know if this Buddhist rosary in my hand has any power. Although according to common sense, this thing should have been blessed by the long-term incense offerings of Shiva.

  Of course, these are just theoretical things, whether they are useful or not, only Shiva knows.

  I gritted my teeth and threw myself at Dreamweaver with all my might.

  Bang

  I felt a sharp pain in my right hand from the impact. I looked at the Buddhist rosary and was surprised to find that it had emitted a buzzing sound and released a faint yellow golden light.

  When this golden light shone on me, I suddenly felt my right hand aching to death. I turned my head and saw that my right hand had started to emit green smoke. The dream demon was even more miserable, its face had rotted away from the exposure, and its entire body began to rot at an extremely fast rate.

  And my right hand is also very painful, but not as severe as his. My right hand has completely transformed into various evil spirits and ghosts. In front of the Buddha's light, it doesn't matter whether they are demons or zombies' blood, they are all evil things.

  But why is this guy being so serious?

  I thought for a moment and suddenly realized that when my right hand was in pain, I hid it behind my back to prevent the Buddha's light from shining on it. What about that dream?

  This guy doesn't even wear a single pair of underwear from head to toe, damn it, just like a pervert, how can he hide now?

  "Ah!" The dreamy and crazy bird started screaming and rolling on the ground.

  My right hand feels like it's being roasted by fire at this moment. I look at my right hand and see that it has already been charred. Zhao Shenyu takes one glance and shouts loudly: "Xiaofengfeng, quickly get out of my dream! This is the light of Wet Emo Buddha, even in my dream, its power is enormous. Your right hand will be destroyed!"

  I gritted my teeth against the intense pain and asked, "How do we get out?"

  "Bite your tongue"

  Zhao Shenyu had just finished speaking, and I bit my tongue hard, the result was that my tongue hurt to death. I looked around, still in a dream, and hadn't gone out yet.

  "What's going on, can't get out." I was sweating profusely and trying to force my way out, while that demon fox, at this moment, under the Buddha's light, slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared before our eyes.

  "It's bad, in my dream, the goddess appeared in her temple and there is evil spirit, she won't let you out anymore."

  Zhao Shenyu was also anxious and sweating, saying: "What to do? If we go on like this, you will be killed by the Wet Nurse."

  What the hell is wrong with these temples?

  "What to do, the wet nurse is the most annoying evil spirit entering his temple, even in my dream, Shiva's divine power is there" Zhao Shan Yu hesitated and said to me: "Now there is only one way left."

  "What's going on?" I hastily asked Zhao Shenyu.

  Zhao Shenyu gritted his teeth and said: "As long as I exit the dream, this dream will collapse, and Wetuba will naturally cease to exist."

  "You didn't say that before..." I looked at Zhao Shanyu who hadn't finished speaking, she nodded: "Using this method, your three souls and seven spirits will run away, you might become a vegetable, but now there's no other way, otherwise if we drag on like this, Wēi Pó will beat you until your soul flies away."

  "Is this the only way?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

  "I'll find a way to gather your three souls and seven spirits, so that your body can recover." Zhao Shanyu said.

  If I can't find my three souls and seven spirits, will I become a vegetable? Forget it.

  "It's better than losing your soul and scattering your spirit." Zhao Shenyu looked at me with a apologetic face and said, "Sorry, Xiao Fengfeng."

  "It's nothing, it's nothing, these aren't even things, I'm blessed with good fortune and a long life, nothing will happen to me." I took a deep breath, seeing Zhao Xunyu like this, my heart also felt uncomfortable, she probably feels worse than me right now. I forced a smile: "You'd better wake up from your dream."

  My right hand has lost all sensation by now, and I can't even feel the pain anymore. The Buddha's light from that string of Buddhist beads is getting more and more intense.

  "Take a bite!" I shouted at Zhao Shenyu who was hesitating.

  Zhao Shan nodded and bit his tongue sharply.

  What kind of place is this? I looked around and now I'm standing in front of a gate that looks like an ancient inn. The surroundings are all towering trees that block out the sky, and it's estimated that seven or eight people would need to join hands to encircle these giant trees.

  This place is grayish-white everywhere.

  Although it looks like a forest, there are still many people here. Many people come out of the woods behind me and walk into the guest house. Their faces are all dull and lifeless, without any vitality. The most eerie thing is that they are all wearing black mourning clothes.

  Suddenly someone bumped into me from behind. I turned my head to look and this person looked over 50 years old, was bald, wearing a mourning dress. He gave me a glance then didn't apologize or anything, just walked straight into the guest room.

  "Hey, you hit someone and don't even apologize? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?" I cursed at the guy's back.

  "Hey guys, don't make so much noise."

  Suddenly, a man in his fifties appeared next to me. He was dressed differently from the others, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, but his hair was styled like a rock star's, with big waves and reaching down to his shoulders, looking quite incongruous.

  His hair is greasy and just looking at it makes one feel nauseous.

  "Who are you?" I said, giving him a cold stare.

  The old man chuckled and said: "My surname is Li, you can just call me Old Man Li, buddy. I think you're not completely dead yet, haven't gone to collect your ghostly heart?"

  "You're the one who's dead, I'm still alive and kicking..." I was about to scold him when I saw that everyone around us was wearing mourning clothes, so I felt a bit uneasy and asked: "What do you mean by this?"

  "You little scoundrel, you've arrived at the Inn of the Afterlife and still don't understand what's going on? You're really dying in confusion." Old Lei chuckled and pointed to the signboard of the inn, saying: "Take a closer look, what is this?"

  I looked up and saw that the sign above this inn had three big characters: Wang Sheng Inn.

  Avalokiteshvara's abode? What place is this?