The "Meng Jingzhe" on the bed immediately lay down obediently.

"Close your eyes."

He closed his eyes again.

Seeing that he followed the instructions completely, Aye felt satisfied and finally gave up the trouble and left the house directly.

Meng Jingzhe, the consciousness body, had enough time to observe this puppet-like self. He tried to return to his body, but felt an invisible resistance and excluded himself.

After trying for a long time, I still failed. Meng Jingzhe had no choice but to start wandering in the yard.

He tentatively left the yard and succeeded easily.

Continue to test, and you will reach the ferry all the way, without any obstacles.

He thought the ferry would be empty, but unexpectedly, he saw a small boat docked on the lake, and there was a familiar figure on the boat.

"Now there are those who have saved the saviors, and they will save all sentient beings."

The ferryman was like tirelessly, and finally sang this sentence.

Meng Jingzhe was in a state of consciousness leaving the body at this time, but he was still easily influenced by the singing.

Seeing that he was about to get confused again, Meng Jingzhe made up his mind and sang with the ferryman.

Two voices wanted to be harmonious, and the tone was exactly the same.

Gradually, Meng Jingzhe felt that he was not as easily affected.

His four were no longer confused, but they were still out of control. At this moment, he had only one thought, which was to run to the boat.

Then snatch the ferryman's oars away.

He felt more and more that the ferryman sang, and he felt that he should be the ferryman himself.

Meng Jingzhe didn't even know when he was standing on the boat, nor when he was already standing behind the ferryman.

It seemed that as long as he pushed it gently, the ferryman could fall directly into the lake.

Meng Jingzhe had even seen himself reaching out, and he wanted to stop him, but all his consciousness was clamoring: push him down!

Meng Jingzhe tried hard to hold back this consciousness, but he could only look at his pale hands reaching up.

The ferryman seemed to be completely unprepared and had no obstacles at all.

As a state of consciousness, Meng Jingzhe could not touch anything, but at this moment, he felt that he had successfully touched the other party.

It is colder to buy, and it is colder than the snow in Jihan Mountain all year round.

"Tight."

Meng Jingzhe seemed to hear a sound in his ear urging, as if as long as he exerted lightly, everything the ferryman had would belong to him.

The ferryman turned around and smiled at Meng Jingzhe.

The smile seemed to be instigating, and it seemed to be that he was about to be liberated.

Meng Jingzhe was suddenly shocked by laughter and said to himself: "Get everything about the ferryman? What is that?"

As if all the thoughts were recovered, Meng Jingzhe suddenly took two steps back.

The face of the ferryman suddenly showed a look of pain and resentment.

Meng Jingzhe did not dare to stay, so he jumped off the boat and ran towards the courtyard.

There seemed to be countless hands pulling behind him, and he didn't even dare to look back. It was not until he entered the yard that he felt that he was finally safe.

Meng Jingzhe entered a room casually in a panic. Everything was normal in the room, just like the most ordinary alchemy room, with nothing wrong with it.

But soon, the door of the house was opened, and Aye's figure appeared, and her eyes fell directly on Meng Jingzhe's hiding place.

Just when Meng Jingzhe thought he had been exposed, Aye suddenly spoke and said, "I still feel that it's not safe."

Meng Jingzhe didn't understand why.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Aye step forward, took out a black token, recited a spell casually, and then a small door appeared where Meng Jingzhe was staying.

Meng Jingzhe was shocked, but his body was still very honest and followed Aye into the small door.

The small door leads directly to the ground.

The more you sink, the colder you feel.

Even the consciousness like Meng Jingzhe felt a chill that seemed to penetrate into his bone marrow.

In the chill, there was also a demonic thought in the sky.

Following Aye, Meng Jingzhe saw a tall figure sitting cross-legged.

"Uncle, I have successfully controlled Meng Jingzhe as you instructed." Aye said softly.

The figure turned his back to them, so he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

But Meng Jingzhe relied on his current consciousness and jumped directly to the figure.

After Meng Jingzhe turned around, he suddenly became silent.

The man not only turned his back to them, but even wore a mask on his face for insurance.

Meng Jingzhe looked at the gold-burned mask and felt a little familiar.

But he soon remembered that although the mask of Fengqi Demon Lord was also made of the same material, the styles were many different.

Although it is different, it gives people a sense of inheritance, just like a different series created by the same master.

Meng Jingzhe's existence did not arouse the man's suspicion. He still sat upright without giving any response, as if he was asleep.

A trace of struggle flashed across Aye's face, and he quickly said, "Uncle, is that kind of medicine still there?"

The man finally opened his eyes, but did not look back. In this short moment, he seemed to have understood what his niece was thinking and said, "I said that Ye Shenglan can't move."

Aye wanted to continue to use this medicine to control Haoxue and Ye Shenglan. When he heard his uncle say this, hatred flashed in his eyes, but he still forced himself to suppress these feelings and quickly turned to say: "Yes."

I thought too much, uncle, what should I do next?"

"wait."

After the man finished speaking this word, he closed his eyes directly, obviously unwilling to continue to respond.

Aye gritted his teeth, but seeing that he was already like this, he could only salute and planned to leave.

Meng Jingzhe did not leave immediately, but looked around in this cold room, as if he wanted to see if there were any strange mechanisms.

“Have you seen enough?”

Meng Jingzhe's back suddenly became cold. He turned his head and saw the man wearing a gold-burning mask turning around at some point and looking straight at him.

"Can you see me?" Meng Jingzhe asked in disbelief.

The man's eyes were full of jokes, and the green beads gently turned on his hands.

Meng Jingzhe felt a chill in his heart.

When the man grabbed it casually, Meng Jingzhe felt a completely irresistible suction force. Soon, he was grabbed in the man's palm.

"I never expected that you would ruin my situation." The man said.

Meng Jingzhe was very close to the man at this time, and his face was only one centimeter away from the gold-burning mask.

He shouldn't be able to feel anything, but at this moment he felt like the man's warm breathing hit his face.

It was also because he was so close that he saw the red bloodshot in the man's eyes through the gold-burned mask, and the pale face that had already been exposed.

The man had a strong aura, but Meng Jingzhe still felt a faint weakness.

"Since you ruined my game, you should naturally compensate me." The man said.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Even if you want me to die, you have to let me die understand." Meng Jingzhe was driven by curiosity and wanted to know more.

But the man just chuckled and said, "You have ruined so many things for me without knowing the inside story. If you really know, wouldn't you want to mess up the whole world?"

Meng Jingzhe said when he stood up: "You don't talk about basic morality and speak so much that you can feel at ease to die with peace of mind."

"Diet with your eyes open?" The man shook his head and then said, "How can you die? I'm going to use you."

Meng Jingzhe wanted to say something else, then the man seemed to have finally lost his patience, took out a bottle from somewhere, and stuffed Meng Jingzhe directly.

Meng Jingzhe's eyes suddenly became pitch black, and his entire consciousness was squeezed together and he could not stretch at all.

Meng Jingzhe couldn't help but think of the Yin-Yang Tomb. That was the same, and his whole body was squeezed, but the one that squeezed him was spiritual consciousness, and this time the things that squeezed him were like a mountain.

No resistance is allowed.

Aye left the secret room, his face finally became gloomy, and he kicked the chair beside him angrily.

"Aye, are you here?" Haoxue's voice rang outside the house.

Within a second, Aye adjusted the expression on his face and his tone became cheerful and sweet.

"I'm here." Aye responded loudly.

When Haoxue heard the response from her lover, she couldn't help but smile. When Aye opened the door, he saw Haoxue holding a handful of fruit in her hand and leaning in front of her.

"I picked it in the back mountain. You said last time that you like this sour and sweet fruit very much." Haoxue said as if offering treasures.
To be continued...