Looking at the wound on his hand, Zhao Huai was slightly surprised.
A wound from the dream had actually carried over into reality. In other words, this Evil Spirit could kill people in dreams! The question was, how had it affected him? His sea of consciousness was protected by the Soul-Subduing Mind Technique. It should have been impossible to invade.
If this were reality, Zhao Huai had absolute confidence that he could deal with this Evil Spirit with ease.
But in a dream, he had no cultivation, no Mysterious Ring. He could not even draw a talisman, and relying on his physical strength to deal with her was still somewhat difficult.
His preliminary judgment was that this was definitely no ordinary Evil Spirit.
It was a formidable nightmare, its resentment far stronger than that of any ordinary ghost.
The problem was that this Evil Spirit had been completely silent before, and he had heard no rumors about it. Yet it had singled him out today.
That skullcap must have caused this trouble. That damned bird never gave him any peace.
Thinking of this, Zhao Huai could not help cursing again.
"Husband, you look like something is weighing on your mind."
Yu Qinghan noticed Zhao Huai's expression constantly changing and asked with concern.
"It is not exactly something on my mind. I was just thinking about that nightmare from earlier." Zhao Huai spoke casually, doing his best not to worry his wife.
He tucked his hand beneath the blanket.
At the same time, all the True Qi in his body converged on his right arm. In mere moments, the blood on his arm stopped flowing and formed a layer of scab.
"A nightmare? What did you dream about? You can tell me." Yu Qinghan's phoenix eyes were utterly serious.
Zhao Huai