"Spell: Nightmare!"

A powerful low shout, as if a commander, followed the words. Five of the six paper men, fireless, spontaneously ignited, and a hair wrapped around their bodies, instantly turned into ashes and dissipated between the world. Only the last one, Ye Yuan, who deliberately damaged a little, did not completely burn it, and half of the heads remained.

Ye Yuan reached out and put the remaining piece of paper into his sleeve, sighed: "I am indeed too kind, but because this person was not willing to show mercy. This is not a good phenomenon. It seems that there are sequelae after being inherited by the Great Soul Witch but not discarding himself."

With a compassionate sigh, Ye Yuan himself felt that he was too kind.

On the other hand, Fu Chao and the other five detectives shivered at the same time, as if a slight air conditioning instantly penetrated into the heads of the six people. Unfortunately, it was late autumn and early winter recently, and the weather was already a little cooler a day, so no one cared about it.

The few people who had already fallen asleep turned over and prepared to continue sleeping, but no matter what, they could no longer sleep. Fu Chao, who had not yet fallen asleep, felt sleepy and was lying on the bed with Meijiao Niang in her arms.

For half an hour, Fu Chao didn't feel sleepy and muttered with a smile: "It seems that people are so excited when they are happy!" As he said that, he turned over and pressed the girl beside him under him: "Little girl, come on, fight with me for another 300 rounds!"

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On the other hand, Ye Yuan sat cross-legged in the room to replace sleep by meditation, tempering his consciousness to restore the consumption just now. A small witchcraft consumed 20% of Ye Yuan's current consciousness power.

Witchcraft can be roughly divided into six categories: medicine, poison, gu, curse, talisman, and control, as well as some small branches. Ye Yuan is most interested in the types of attack power. The four categories of poison, gu, curse, and talisman are basically all attacking methods, especially poison and gu. There are almost no attack type things, and each of them is extremely vicious.

Nightmare is one of the most perfect nightmare curse. You only need to know the other party’s real name and you can use it. The second is to know the other party’s soul fluctuation frequency, while the lowest level is to obtain the other party’s physical key and use the medium to activate the spell.

The most perfect state can make the other party awake all the time, but will be tortured by nightmare all the time. Based on the strength of the great witch, the time of torture will be determined. Ordinary people will have to torture forty-nine days to be tortured to death. If a real soul witch is a great witch, this method can torture the other party forty-nine years at all times!

Survival cannot be done, death cannot be done!

Unfortunately, Ye Yuan has not even stepped into the threshold now, and can only perform the lowest level state, which can only occur when the other party is sleeping, and it is not that long.

The next day, Ye Yuan did not go out, and he practiced the true energy of life for two hours during the day. Although the progress was slow, it was better than nothing. The rest of the time he comprehended the vast knowledge about the inheritance of the Soul Witch in his head. At night, he tempered his consciousness and laid the foundation for the cultivation of the Soul Witch from the side.

On the other hand, in the yamen under the jurisdiction of the capital, Fu Chao walked into the yamen with a yamen yawning, and greeted the guards from time to time. When he saw his subordinates, he looked like they were not awake, and couldn't help but smile and said, "You guys are still so young, so you don't know how to control yourself. Just as you have some money, you go out to fool around, be careful to hurt your body!"

Several detectives who also looked like they didn't sleep well all laughed and laughed, "How can we compare with Lord Fu..."

No one cared about what happened that he couldn't sleep at all last night.

For three consecutive days, on the fourth day, Fu Chao no longer went to the yamen to report. Anyway, the constables were basically out of the yamen for half a month every month, and no one was in charge. The remaining five constables all had panda eyes and haggard faces, and forced to report to the yamen to report. Only one of them had a slightly stronger expression.

When one of them walked into the yamen, a guard at the door couldn't help saying, "Qianzi, you'd better be more at ease. Our master followed the Lord of the Dufu out of the city and would probably be back in the past few days. If you look like this, you will definitely be punished if you let the master see it. It's better to go to less places like that..."

Qiangzi endured his sleepiness and was extremely irritable. He immediately looked ferocious when he heard this and cursed: "It's your business! Dogs meddled with rats!"

The guard stopped and stood aside with a dark face and said nothing. Qiangzi walked into the yamen with a dark face. Suddenly, he felt something flying in front of him. He reached out and grabbed it, but nothing was caught, and the thing seemed to be gone.

On the fifth day, Qiangzi came to the yamen and his face became even more haggard, his eyes were covered in blood, and he seemed to be able to fall asleep while walking. However, as soon as his eyes were closed, he opened his eyes instantly as if he had been stabbed by a needle. From time to time, he touched his head with his hands, as if something was pressing against his head.

On the seventh day, Qiangzi's eyes had become dim and turbid, and the blood in his eyes was almost covered with whites. His eyes were deep and his face was withered, like an old woman stepping into the coffin with one foot. His mind became unclear, and he kept talking nonsense. Every time he closed his eyes uncontrollably, he would wake up with intense fear.

"I want to sleep, sir, just let the little one sleep for a while..."

"Madam, I will never save my private money to go to the brothel again, and I will never look for Xiao Taohong again..."

"Grandpa, I haven't lived enough yet. Don't drag me down. I don't want to go down... Woo woo..."

On the eighth day, Qiangzi finally fell asleep after waking up for nine days. His face was haggard like a zombie, and even a hint of strange satisfaction on his face. Unfortunately, he never woke up again.

Fu Chao and the other four constables on the other side were no better than Qiangzi. Including the first day, they had not closed their eyes for nine days. Even if they couldn't stand it, they closed their eyes and woke up in an instant as if they had been stabbed. Everyone's heart was filled with fear, and they even went to see a doctor quietly. The conclusion they came to was just lack of sleep and prescribed some medicine to calm the mind.

Unfortunately, even if I couldn't suppress the fear in my heart, I took the medicine that could make people sleep to death, but I still couldn't sleep. I was tortured by the deeper sleepiness and the awakening that I could never fall asleep.

On the eleventh day, one of the constables completely collapsed. He drew his sword and committed suicide. He had a strange smile on his face when he died, which was a deep satisfaction.

On the twelfth day, Fu Chao, who was self-harm and bloody, was found dead at home by his family, with a strange smile of satisfaction on his face.

On the same day, three of the remaining four constables were tortured and mentally collapsed. They finally fell asleep but could not wake up again.

In the end, there was only one constable who was tortured and half his life sank on the bed like a dead dog. His eyes were covered in blood, his mouth kept talking nonsense, his whole body was thin, his face was full of fear, and he also had a deep desire and struggle, but he wanted to fall asleep, even like the other people, he could never wake up again.

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