Chapter 640: Nightmare

The bone-setter had been busy until dawn, only to give the Qingfeng Taoist Master to deal with the injuries, and gave several pairs of medicines, and instructed Zhou Ming and others to let the Qingfeng Taoist Master to recuperate for a few days, and will wake up within three to five days, so he left.

A flash of three or five days passed, Zhou Ming has been waiting at the side of the Qingfeng Taoist, these days, Zhou Ming have not slept a day of peace, sleepy really can not, lying on the side of the Qingfeng Taoist squinting for a while.

Zhang Governor and Wang County and other people, every day to come over to take a look at the Qingfeng Taoist, these people are Qingfeng Taoist full of gratitude, can't wait for him to wake up quickly, especially Zhang Governor, move the ancestral graves of a matter has not been anything settled, there are still a lot of things to say to the Qingfeng Taoist, but do not dare to disturb the Qingfeng Taoist too much to rest, a daily look at a glance after the quietly retired, and also ordered the people at the door to wait for the, once! If there is anything, Zhou Ming will be able to do whatever he wants.

This day at noon, Zhou Ming fell asleep again, Qingfeng Taoist suddenly moved his fingers, woke up leisurely, he opened his eyes, looked at the roof and froze for a while, felt as if it was a round trip from the gates of the ghosts, as if the past few days have been non-stop nightmares, dreaming that his young disciple Wu Feng did not die, he has been kneeling in front of his bed to call the master, crying, and then dreamed of the four bloody corpses and suddenly jumped up from the ground, they are not the same, they are the same, they are the same. jumped up from the ground, they are not dead at all, they have been chasing themselves non-stop running, and finally those blood corpses will be held down on the ground, a big mouth sucking their own blood …… and then dreamed that the son of the mother of the murderous corpse Zhao Renxin appeared in front of him, he bit his eldest disciple Zhou Ming's neck, Zhou Ming has been crying out to Zhou Ming has been crying out to save his life, but he can only watch, a pair of legs just can not move place, anxious Qingfeng Taoist especially sad in the dream, the thought of the two disciples have left themselves, the feeling of despair will be spreading mountains and seas, and ultimately submerged in a sea of bitterness.

Daoist Master Qingfeng woke up, woken up by his own nightmare, he turned his head to look at Zhou Ming beside him, and finally revealed a pale smile, it seems that he is not dead yet, Daoist Master Qingfeng secretly celebrated.

Suddenly, Qingfeng Taoist felt very thirsty, he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but his throat issued a kind of hoarse "cackle" sound, this sound is small, but still will be Zhou Ming woke up, he violently raised his head, saw the master of a pair of dark eyes, can not help but be excited to leave behind tears, choking:Master …… Master …… you finally woke up …… these days can put the disciple scared… …"

Daoist Master Qingfeng raised a hand with great difficulty, stroking Zhou Ming's head, and finally put it down again feebly, his chest rose and fell violently, the ribs in this chest were broken in many ways, and the moment he gasped for breath it was a piercing pain, and Daoist Master Qingfeng's face turned a waxy yellow, and it was not easy for him to calm down.

"Master …… are you thirsty? I'll pour you a cup of water to drink." Zhou Ming wiped a handful of tears, his heart was still beating non-stop, he stood up, rushed to the side, poured a cup of water for Daoist Qingfeng, and handed it to his mouth. He found that the master could not raise his head to drink the water, so he found a small spoon to feed Qingfeng one bite at a time.