don't touch my ghost

He raised his head again and took a closer look. The boy in black seemed to be injured. As he moved, blood dripped down from time to time. Because he was wearing black clothes, he couldn't tell even if he was soaked in blood.

Zhang Han hurriedly lowered his head, only to see that there was a trail of blood on the ground along the position where he wrote. With such a large amount of bleeding, if he didn't stop, he might die!

Zhang Han felt anxious for a while. Although he knew it was in a dream and the boy couldn't hear or see him at all, he still couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Stop writing, let's heal your wound first?! This blood is like this. Flow down, and you will die!"

The figure of the young man wielding a silver gun on the stone wall flickered, turned his head with a face full of shock, and looked at Zhang Han...

Unexpectedly, can you hear it?

Zhang Han was so startled that he almost bit his tongue. Could it be that he couldn't see it?

Thinking of the sword that pierced through him in the second dream, Zhang Han shrank his shoulders in panic, and couldn't help but take a step back.

It's a pity that things backfired, the boy not only saw him, but also flew towards him with a silver gun in his hand!

It was a sword last time, is it a silver gun this time?

The words in the dream shouldn't hurt, right?

Wait, silver gun?

Zhang Han looked down at his hand, and then remembered that he had thrown the silver gun to Ji Kai just now...

At this time, the boy had landed and stood in front of Zhang Han.

Probably due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was as white as paper, his lips were pale, his figure wobbled when he landed, and he barely stood still with the silver spear in his hand on the ground.

"Did you finally find it?" The boy's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long, long time.His eyes were red, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Looking at Zhang Han, his expression seemed to be relieved but also contained some complex emotions that were difficult to see through.

Zhang Han let out an "ah" and looked back. There was no one behind him, so the general didn't come to the dream this time?

He asked blankly, "Are you talking to me?"

The black-clothed boy laughed, but probably the wound was involved when he laughed, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing violently, seeing that he couldn't even stand still.

Zhang Han hurriedly stepped forward to support him, stroking his back and comforting him, "You are hurt so badly, why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"

The black-clothed boy took off his hand covering his mouth and waved it, signaling that he didn't need it.

The bright red blood from his palm stung Zhang Han's eyes, and he coughed up so much blood after just coughing a few times. How many injuries did he suffer?

A burst of distress from nowhere came from in my heart.

Judging by his appearance, this young man seems to be under 20 years old, but his injury is likely to kill him...

"It turns out that you are like this when you are not serious." The young man seemed to slow down, and said softly, with a smile that could not be concealed.Looks like I'm in a good mood.

"Ah?" Zhang Han was even more at a loss, "Have you met me before?"

The young man didn't reply, and with a faint smile on his lips, he stared at him seriously for a long time before he said, "Are you all doing well now?"

"Huh? You mean, me and Ji Kai?" Although the boy didn't explain who he was asking, but when the word "we" was mentioned, the first person Zhang Han could think of was Ji Kai.

"Well, yes, it's good for you to be together?" The boy nodded and continued to ask.

Although I don't know how this boy knew about Ji Kai, but this person repeatedly appeared in his dreams, and Zhang Han already regarded him as a familiar friend in his heart.

Now that he was about to die, Zhang Han knew that he couldn't do anything else to help him, so it would be nice to be able to chat with him.

So he nodded and said: "Yes, we are very good. He is very good to me, and I will treat him well. I want to be with him for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, the boy's eyes were in a trance for a moment. Although he looked at Zhang Han, he seemed to see a far away place through Zhang Han.

After a while, he coughed up another mouthful of blood, looked up at the half-written words on the stone wall, frowned with his pretty brows, and said: "I have to finish writing it quickly, I can't talk with you anymore, can you help me when you go back?" Send him a message?"

"Who? Ji Kai?" Zhang Han was stunned, "Do you know each other?"

Hearing the words, the young man couldn't help laughing, coughed a few more times, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "It's considered acquaintance. Just tell him for me: If you know someone, don't be suspicious, and if you believe in someone, you have nothing to fear."

Without waiting for Zhang Han to reply, the young man grasped his silver gun and flew up, returned to the stone wall, and continued to write on the stone wall.

"What do you mean by that?" After Zhang Han finished asking, it wasn't the black-clothed boy who answered him, but the sounds of fighting.

Zhang Han looked in the direction of the sound, and was instantly taken aback by the scene in front of him. The source of the fighting sound was none other than Xuan Meng and Ji Kai!

And it was the two of them fighting!

I saw Ji Kai wielding a silver gun, fighting with Xuan Meng who was unarmed, Ji Kai's spiritual power was not as good as Xuan Meng's, and he didn't seem to want to hurt Xuan Meng, he hadn't attacked but was defending, so although he had With the weapon in hand, he was still beaten by Xuanmeng and couldn't resist.

When Zhang Han slashed over, Ji Kai also saw him, and was about to open his mouth to talk to him, but he didn't pay attention, so Xuan Meng took advantage of the loophole, and slapped Ji Kai's chest with a fierce volley.

This shock was no small matter, Zhang Han was so frightened that he scrambled and ran towards the two of them, barely blocking Xuanmeng Chaoji's happy slap.

Xuanmeng seemed to have completely lost his mind, his eyes were red, and when he saw Zhang Han, he didn't have time to take back that palm, which hit Zhang Han firmly in the back.

Zhang Han felt his viscera tumbling, his blood was surging, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

"Zhang Han!" Ji Kai caught Zhang Han's body that was unable to stand after being beaten by Xuan Meng, looked at the blood he spit out, his eyes turned red, and asked repeatedly: "Are you okay? How do you feel? It hurts." Is it heavy?"

Zhang Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt so distressed that his spine was broken, but seeing Ji Kai's expression of worry and self-blame, he still gritted his teeth and pulled out a distorted and ugly smile, "It's all right, it doesn't hurt. Really. "

The red-eyed Xuanmeng realized that it was Zhang Han who was hitting him. He wanted to step up to check, but he looked to the other side with a hesitant expression, and his voice was dull and puzzled: "What's going on?"

Zhang Han followed her gaze, only to find himself standing on the other side of the tomb!

That person is exactly the same as me in terms of dress and appearance!Like twins!

Zhang Han was so frightened by this weird situation that his feet softened, and he grabbed Ji Kai's lapel, "This...what the hell is this?"