Chapter 500： Modern God Stick 28 ┃ The girl waiting to die

Zhang Lijun's propaganda was clearly in place, and both the father and daughter who had just entered the door had hope in their eyes. This hope is not much, only a trace, but it is the only life-saving straw they can grasp when they are on the brink of desperation.

So Zhuang Li reassured: "Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly."

Xuan Ming also pulled out the chair beside him and sat down to listen.

Xiaodao and Huang Mao gathered around one after another, looking at the father and daughter solemnly. Now that they have met, and they have the ability, it is a good thing to help.

"You are Master Zhuang?" the man asked uncertainly.

"I'm Master Zhuang, what's the matter with you?" Zhuang Li asked patiently.

The man looked him up and down, and his face slowly showed some disappointment. He probably thinks that Master Zhuang is too young and should not be as powerful as rumored. His daughter snuggled up beside him, breathing hard, but exhaling very weakly.

The man looked at his daughter's dying appearance and asked in despair, "Master Zhuang, can you see what's wrong with my daughter?"

Zhuang Li stared at the girl's dark eyes, blue lips, and two deep creases on her earlobe, and asked, "How long has it been since she slept?"

The man's body trembled, and he almost burst into tears. When the girl heard the word "sleep", she involuntarily hugged her father's arm tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Before Zhuang Li could figure out the situation, Xuan Ming had already said, "Has she met a dream demon?"

The man suddenly turned his head to look at him, showing a look of ecstasy: "Yes, yes, my daughter is entangled by a dream demon, please help the master!"

He originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't know that there were really experts hidden in this fortune-telling hall, and he saw his daughter's problem at a glance.

Zhuang Li blinked, and immediately became very interested in this dream demon.

Only then did Zi Wei remember that Xuan Ming was a top expert, so the disapproval on his face turned into a high interest in watching the exorcism. He also moved a chair and sat down to listen, although he had long known what happened to the father and daughter.

The man wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Xuan Ming, but he didn't dare to let go of the hand that was holding his daughter, lest she would collapse in the chair and never get up again, so he could not stop bending over, nodding, and begging.

Xuan Ming raised a hand to signal him not to speak, and his sharp eyes scanned the girl's face.

After a while, he said in a low tone: "There is only one way to save her, and that is to enter her dreamland and find and kill the dream demon. But her consciousness has long been devoured by the dream demon. The soul has also been gradually eroded and become fragile, and my spiritual body is very strong, and I can't enter her dream at all. I only need to put out a little thought, and your daughter's consciousness and soul will collapse in an instant, and I will kill you at that time. Her person is not the dream demon, but me. So I can't save her."

Xuan Ming shook his head, turned to look at Zhuang Li, and denied, "You can't save her either. Your spiritual body may be stronger than mine."

He stretched out his fingertips and tapped the table with a serious tone: "Besides, there are two almost insoluble difficulties in saving your daughter. I think you should understand a little bit. The first difficulty is in the dream created by the dream demon. In the dream, it is an invincible existence. And it never appears outside the dream, so the exorcist can only enter its dream to face this invincible existence. In the dream, the dream demon is too powerful match, so almost no exorcist can kill them.

"The second difficulty is that the exorcists who can kill the dream demons are more powerful beings, so their spiritual bodies must also be very powerful. But people who are possessed by the dream demons are often tortured to the point of dying. Their consciousness and soul simply cannot withstand the invasion of a powerful spiritual body.

"I'll give you an analogy and you'll understand. Your daughter's consciousness and soul are now as fragile as a paper bag, and any powerful exorcist like me and any powerful exorcist will boil and heat like magma. Use a paper bag. Subloaded magma, you can imagine what will happen to this paper bag in the end."

Xuan Ming shook his head and asserted: "A person who has the strength to kill the dream demon will never be able to enter your daughter's dream; a person who can enter your daughter's dream, but does not have the strength to kill the dream demon, this is an unsolvable problem. contradiction."

He leaned slightly, looked directly at the man, and asked, "Do you understand now? It's not that we don't want to help you, it's that we can't help."

Therefore, the girl has already embarked on a dead end.

Everyone understood the meaning of Xuan Ming's words.

Xiaodao and Huangmao showed pity when the boss spit out the word "Dream Demon". They knew there was nothing they could do to help the father and daughter.

Hearing this, the man immediately slumped on the chair, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be able to cry out in the next second.

The girl's head rested softly on her father's shoulders, her eyes didn't blink, but she couldn't stop her tears.

She was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to cry out loud. In order to avoid being tortured and killed in a dream after falling asleep, she has not dared to close her eyes for a long time. She kept her parents with needles in their hands at all times, and when she found herself wanting to sleep, she stabbed her hard.

But people's energy is limited, and she has almost reached the limit after suffering for many days.

She knew that as long as she closed her eyes next time, she might never wake up again.

Zhuang Li didn't speak the whole time, just carefully observed the girl.

At this moment, her mother ran up to the second floor with a bowl of hot porridge, and said anxiously as soon as she entered the door: "Xiao Nuan, my mother bought you hot porridge across the street, come and have a few sips. I want to live you. Just give it to me! Eat more! How else would you have the strength to endure it?"

The girl's desire to survive was very strong, and when she heard the word "alive", she reluctantly raised her head and opened her mouth.

Her mother quickly fed her a mouthful of hot porridge.

However, as soon as she swallowed her stomach, her body reacted violently, and she collapsed on Zhuang Li's desk on the spot, spitting out a large pool of yellow and white turbidity.

An aura of shyness spread quickly in the office.

The girl wanted to apologize, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, and the tears on her face grew more and more. Her parents hurriedly said sorry, helped their daughter to settle on the sofa aside, and then hurriedly cleaned up the dirt.

Zhuang Li immediately stood up and ducked away, his face raised high, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and he didn't dare to aim at the desk at all.

Knowing that his little cleanliness had flared up again, Xuan Ming walked over quickly, covered his eyes with his big hands, and whispered comfort in his ear: "I'll buy you a new table later. We don't want this table anymore. ."

Sounds like this guy is weird. His cleanliness seems to be selective. In work, experiments, and adventures, he can endure the most disgusting things he sees. But in life, he is often frightened by some small stains.

The more Xuan Ming thought about it, the more cute he felt, and he couldn't help kissing the little devil on the cheek.

Zhuang Li said quickly, "One more kiss!"

A kiss made him feel better.

Xuan Ming almost laughed softly in front of the desperate family. He squeezed the corner of his raised mouth and kissed again.

Zhuang Li blinked, and then he forgot about the terrifying image that kept repeating in his head, the girl vomited all over the table with a wow, and almost flowed onto him.

After cleaning the desk and cleaning the daughter, the haggard couple kept bending over to apologize. The girl clutched her colic stomach, curled up on the sofa and shivered.

There is a universal healing potion in Xiaodao's backpack, but she dare not use it for the girl. Her body is so weak that she can't even bear a mouthful of porridge. How can she endure the urging effect of the potion? Before the medicine took effect, she might have died of the high fever caused by cell division.

To put it in a bad way, if even the boss can't be saved, the end of this person is to wait for death.

"I don't want to die, please help me. I don't want to die..." The girl tried her best to open her eyes and cried out in pain.

Her strong will to survive is amazing.

Zi Wei didn't know what to think, and suddenly broke out: "You don't want to die, so let others die? My junior brother has already died to save you! He is only twenty-two years old, doesn't he want to live?"

The girl was stunned for a while, and every cry for survival suddenly turned into a deep cry of regret. She is really, really sorry! She didn't know it would kill anyone.

The girl's parents looked at Ziwei in horror.

"I'm also a member of the Dragon Group. When my junior brother fell into a dream to save your daughter, I stood by and watched. You only cared about your daughter, and didn't even look at me directly, right?" Zi Wei said with red eyes and gritted teeth.

The girl's parents just remembered something, and then hurriedly knelt on the ground, constantly kowtow to Zi Wei.

They just wanted to save their daughter, and they didn't know it would cause such irreversible consequences.

Zi Wei avoided the two of them and asked in a cold voice, "Didn't my master draw a lot of soothing charms for you? Why don't you use them? The soothing charms can help her get a good night's sleep."

"It's used, it's burned." The girl's mother took out a charred triangular talisman from her pocket and held it tremblingly to Zi Wei.

Even if the master and the **** of the underworld can't handle it, it's really hopeless.

Ziwei took the talisman and looked at it, and he could only sigh for a while.

Only then did Zhuang Li speak slowly: "I want to know first, is this dream demon a devil or a ghost?"

Xuan Ming said in his ear: "Originally a ghost, if you kill too many people, you will become a devil."

Zhuang Li understood and said, "Ghosts must be the products of people after death, right?"

This question was so low-level that Zi Wei didn't even bother to look at him. Zhuang Daxian is indeed an expert, but he is definitely not an expert in metaphysics. He doesn't even know basic common sense.

Xuan Ming patiently answered: "Yes, after death, a person will become a ghost."

How could Zhuang Li, who can be called an encyclopedia of mysticism, not understand this common sense? He just wanted to make sure, because he already had some clues.

"I think I can save you." He walked to the sofa and looked down at the girl.

The girl who kept moaning and trembling suddenly became quiet.