The child was using a Formation, roasting sweet potatoes, while his mouth slightly moved as if silently urging him to leave quickly.
Shen Xiuyan wanted to leave, but in the dream, he couldn't control his own body.
He couldn't leave.
Just at this moment, he saw the Taoist slowly rise, carrying a cloud of black mist, walking step by step towards him.
Shen Xiuyan was utterly terrified.
He knew who this Taoist was.
He also knew that once this Taoist reached his side, something extremely horrifying would happen.
Shen Xiuyan began to struggle desperately.
Meanwhile, he was mumbling some mantras he'd acquired from other Cultivators, meant to slay evil, exorcise spirits, suppress dreams, and break nightmares.
He didn't know whether these things would actually work.
But the shadow of the Taoist did indeed slow down, and even the black mist began to contract, gradually showing signs of consciousness, condensing together.
"Useful?"
