Chapter 4052： Nightmare

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Xiahou Yu was a headache at the time, and he did not know whether the dream was true or not.

He looked at the ancient scorpion again, and there was no grain on the ancient plaque.

"I thought that I was just dreaming, and I put the emperor's spirit card back in place and left Wang Hao."

After that day, Xiahou was as usual, and he slowly forgot the dream.

It’s just that the Eight Diagrams Tianmen Gate has also been in the big summer roots, began to replace the Daxia troops, stationed in various parts of the summer.

Xia Houzhen is also afraid of this.

Gradually, Xia Houzhen realized that something was wrong.

It seems that the day after he made that strange dream, the summer palace began to appear inexplicable dead.

Initially, he was an old **** who was not subject to heavy weights. Then he went to a palace lady next to him. After a few days, the people in the summer palace will die bizarrely.

These dead people, regardless of gender, have no wounds on their bodies, but their blood all over the body has been drained.

Their death is very horrible.

The Royal Hospital thought that they were infected, and after inspection, they could not find out the cause.

After seven people died in succession, the Eight Diagrams Tianmen noticed this point. They sent people to investigate, but they did not gain anything.

Xia Houzhen was also ordered to investigate the matter, but one night, in the palace, he suddenly had another dream.

He dreamed that he would come to Wang Hao again, and in front of him, there was another old man.

What makes Xiahou strange is that the original seal of the ancient scorpion has actually appeared.

In the dream, Xia Houyi once again approached the ancient shackles.

He stepped forward and the old cover creaked.

The lid was opened at once.

There is a woman lying inside.

"青妃?!"

Xiahou’s face was shocked.

The woman is not a neighbor, it is the Xiahou dynasty that has been held in the cold palace for many years.

Hearing the voice of Xiahou, the woman woke up leisurely.

Qing Yan opened his eyes and saw Xiahou Temple, which was full of surprise colors.

"Sacred, you are finally willing to come to see the minister. The courtiers have been thinking about you for years."

After talking about it, I can’t wait to hold it down.

Xiahou’s heart is very disgusting to Qinglan, and he is not willing to be close to him.

He is about to push the green, but the strange thing, Xia Houyi is unwilling, but the body is uncontrollable and goes to the green.

He grabbed the green and let her hold herself.

Qing Yan was so weeping, but Xiahou was a panic.

"Sacred, you really love me. Ye Lingyue, who is better than me, she is no longer there, San Sheng, you are a good candidate. The courtiers are waiting for you these years."

Xia Houzhen did not pay attention to the Qing dynasty, and even he could not understand what the Qing dynasty said.

He looked at his hand on the green, and there was a piece of grain.

Those lines are exactly what he saw in his dreams, the pattern that was born on the mouth.

At the same time as those lines are breeding, Xiahou Yi feels that his hand is attached to the green body.

Through the clothes, he can feel a warm feeling.

It is not the touch of ordinary skin, but a kind of...

Blood and strength continue to flow into the body of Xiahou.

The barley is still talking about it, but as time goes by, the face of the barley slowly changes.

Her skin began to wrinkle, and the power in her body was quickly broken.

"St. Up?"

What Qingqing realized, she screamed, she felt that the blood in her body was being sucked, and the whole person was like a dried fruit.

"You let me go!"

Qing Yan saw her Xiahou Temple, and her body was covered with strange black lines.

His hands are like magical magic, making her vitality a little bit passing.

Qinglan lost her resistance, and she watched herself slowly change from a living person to a dead body.

Until the moment she swallowed, Xia Houzhen released his hand.

He killed her...

At the moment I saw Qingyan’s death, Xiahou’s brain suddenly flashed a fragment.

The same night, the same Princess.

Those eunuchs, palace ladies, and guards died one after another in their own hands.

The same brilliance appears on his body and makes those people lose their lives.

Every night, he will undoubtedly take the lives of these people.

"Xia Houzhen! Xiahou Yu!"

Ye Lingyue’s voice echoed in his ear.

The soul of Xiahou Yu, a spirit of returning to God.

"Is that a dream?"

Ye Lingyue looked worriedly at Xiahou.

Xiahou decided to set the god.

His soul is isolated, and the soul is very unstable.

The memories of Fang Cai, let him have a moment, fell into a nightmare, almost difficult to control.

"I'm afraid you guessed it, it's not a dream."

Xiahou screamed with a smile.

When he witnessed the death of the young man, he suddenly woke up from the dream.

"After waking up from my dreams, I found myself on the bed in Xiayang Palace. I was relieved at the time."

Xia Houxi told himself, fortunately, it was just a dream.

Seeing that the dream was too real, Xia Houzhen woke up and couldn't help but look at his body.

Fortunately, those ghosts do not appear in the shadows.

The screams before Qing Qing’s death seemed to hover in his ear, and Xiahou’s horror was undecided. He decided to go to Wang Hao to see the old man.

He went to Wang Hao alone.

At that time, it was already before and after the three.

Wang Hao’s lamp was still on, and the vigil of the vigil stayed outside the door and slept.

Xia Houyi, one person, entered Wang Hao.

In Wang Shuli, the spirits of hundreds of emperors are still there.

The huge mysterious ancient 棺 is still there.

Everything looks like Peace Day is no different.

On the ancient plaque, it is still smooth and flat.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream."

Xia Houqi breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the ancient ancestors and could not help but fall on the ancient plaque.

But in the moment when Xiahou’s hand fell on the ancient gong, in the ancient 棺, a sharp scream came out.

The scream broke the silence of the night.

Xia Houzhen was scared to go back a few steps.

In front of his eyes, the mouth of the mouth, tears flowed out of blood.

The blood turned into a stripe road, and a crack appeared on the body.

The cover that never appeared has appeared.

In the body, there is a person lying alone.

It was a dry corpse, and the corpse was still wearing a palace dress. It was in the dream of Xiahou Yu, the scorpion killed by Xiahou.

"St., why do you want to kill the courtiers? Chen Chen loves you so much..."

The body of the barley climbed out of the stone.

Her long-lost corpse came towards Xiahou.

"Get out!"

Xia Houzhen was shocked and scared. His mental strength moved, and the body of the green scorpion was hit by mental power. Just like the autumn wind, the leaves were swept away.