Aoba Office

I was woken up by a heavy blow.

The cold Yin energy hit my head, jolting me to wake up.

I saw the ceiling of my bedroom, but I couldn't come to my senses.

The dream about Mo Xiaoling was too long, and the final darkness lasted for an unknown amount of time.

I thought of the darkness and felt agitated again. I quickly stood up and grabbed my phone.

When I saw the time, I recalled it and confirmed the date.

The darkness only lasted one night. However, I overslept today.

It's already late and I don't bother to hurry up.

I called the thin guy. Fortunately, the second round of voting starts today. Several groups have to go to the community to arrange, and there is no need to report to the office. I spoke to the thin man, then hung up the phone, lost in thought.

I touched my head.

Being beaten should be real, and I could probably guess who it was that hit me.

The only problem is that Mo Xiaoling's side is the ghost from Guangyuan Mountain.

I felt my power coming out at that moment, that is to say, I used my own ability.

But did I catch that ghost and weaken it?

I don't even want to kill it. If I do succeed in killing it, I won't sink into darkness.

I shuddered at the thought of that darkness.

Those were two completely different situations from what Gu Mo had encountered before. Gu Mo was pulled into a different space while he was awake. Gu Mo himself also said that he kept hearing singing in that different space. Repeat, repeat, repeat... Even though it is boring, the time there is flowing. Gu Mo himself may not be affected by the flow of time. Time itself in different spaces is advancing. This is a fact.

The darkness I felt was a different kind of darkness. My consciousness sank to the deepest part of my soul, and I was not aware of the flow of time at all. It's like a sleep, a night, a few hours, just passed by; it's also like everything has been stagnant, time no longer moves forward, everything has stopped.

If it were just like this, I might not feel scared, I would just be at a loss as to what to do.

Another feeling made me tingle.

I felt like, at that moment, my time had been stolen.

It has nothing to do with anything else but my time being stolen. Like film editing, the footage is snapped, thrown away, and rejoined. In today's digital age, these manual tasks have been swept away, leaving only the click-click of a mouse.

That ghost... was beyond my imagination.

It not only affected Mo Xiaoling's abilities, causing her to hallucinate, but it also affected my soul.

I shuddered and felt timid. However, when I thought about the other ghost standing behind me, I could only smile bitterly.

I changed my clothes and left the room.

My mother, who was watching TV in the living room, was stunned when she saw me.

"You didn't go to work?" Mom asked.

Dad is not at home, maybe out for a walk.

I had no choice but to say haha, wash up in a hurry, and leave.

Later, my mother was still shouting, asking me to bring a pack of biscuits to eat on the road. For a moment, I seemed to be back when I was studying.

I shook my head to get rid of the confusion.

This is not a good sign.

I always travel through time and space in my dreams, which makes me feel unreal when I return to reality. Whatever year or month it is now, I have to think about it before I can react.

I took the bus directly to Gongnong Village No. 6. Instead of going to the neighborhood committee, I went straight to Building No. 6.

I always have to talk to Ye Qing.

In this dream, we finally faced the ghost's evil spirit and saw the ghost's new abilities. Ye Qing's plan may change - although there is only one plan in his plan. The task is to dream.

When I opened the door of the office, I was surprised to find that the yin energy in the office had changed subtly.

It is different from the yin energy of the Guangyuan Mountain ghost. Ye Qing's Yin Qi was not that huge, but rather restrained. But today, the office's yin energy was too restrained. I felt that Ye Qing's Yin Qi had decreased.

"Ye Qing?" My heart sank, I closed the door and shouted.

If Ye Qing consumes too much, he may want me to find a suitable ghost to "tonic" him. It's also possible that he went out to find food himself. In any case, this means that Ye Qing's current condition is not good and he is most likely out of control.

I shouted twice and walked around the office.

The door did not appear, and a painting hung at the end of the corridor. The jade bell on the painting was missing a corner, making it even more damaged. This made my heart even heavier.

I looked at the bell and suddenly felt something behind me.

I turned my head sharply and saw nothing, not even the Yin Qi.

"Ye Qing?" I shouted.

I walked back cautiously and looked at the rooms on both sides of the corridor. The room was still filled with cardboard boxes, only debris, no people, and no ghosts.

I walked further and reached the lounge.

Several beds have not been changed. The toilets and kitchen on the other side were also empty.

I stepped into the room and took a closer look at the bed that was the only one covered with bedding. The quilt was not unfolded and there were no dent marks on the bed. Logically speaking, Ye Qing should not be here. I reached out and touched, but I didn't feel anything.

I left the room and continued walking outside. There was also no movement in the office. Ye Qing usually stands at the window. In the past, he stood there, probably looking at the place where Wu Ling was buried. After Wu Ling was resurrected, it seemed like he would no longer be standing there.

I walked to the living room.

There were no marks on either sofa. Ye Qing is not here either.

I shouted twice more and got no response, so I decided to leave disappointedly.

The foot that stepped out stepped on something at this moment.

I was startled, pulled back my feet suddenly, and called "Ye Qing" in a low voice.

No one answered.

I squatted down, slowly stretched out my hand, and groped on the ground.

I didn't see Ye Qing's figure, nor did I see the strange Yin Qi. I could only feel blindly on the ground like a blind man touching an elephant.

Suddenly, my hands touched soft hair.

This is the head.

I was relieved and nervous again.

I'm actually not sure if this is Ye Qing, if not...

Suddenly, some picture fragments flooded into my mind.

I saw the Guangyuan Mountains and the monster formed by the gathering of Yin Qi.

Mo Xiaoling fell to the ground. At some point, she was dead. The corpse was lying on the ground, and the soul fell into the corpse and continued to lie on the ground in a daze.

I was also falling, and after landing on the ground, I passed out directly.

The monster formed by the gathering of Yin energy shrank suddenly. The shell-like thing shattered layer by layer, turned into powder, and disappeared into thin air.

Two streams of Yin Qi flew in two directions: one flew into Guangyuan Mountain; the other landed next to me.

I saw the cloud of Yin Qi turn into a slender figure, with a blurry face and a hazy figure. He seemed to glance at me and walked towards Mo Xiaoling.

The figure walked past Mo Xiaoling, without stopping, and continued forward.

I heard a rustling murmur, the sound was vague, and I couldn't tell who was speaking or what they were saying.

Mo Xiaoling's ghost and body suddenly collapsed and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he passed by Sister Hei, and Sister Hei also disappeared.

The figure was still moving forward, entering the mist in the mountains and disappearing.

When I came back to my senses, my body suddenly started to hurt. The pain made me break out in a cold sweat.

It was as if I had been punched and my body was torn apart.

This is an illusion, but pain is not an illusion.

I looked under my palm in shock.

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