Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Seven living people went there, but only six remained when they came back.

The ending was completely opposite to that of the past, the curse started because of the death of the national teacher, and ended because of the death of He Zhihuang.

Or, it's not over yet.

None of them will ever forget what they saw when they walked up to the high platform that day.

The lid of the coffin was opened, the thick blood was stained red and black, and there were only a few bones left in the coffin.

Outside, the bone worm's corpses were scattered all over the place, but only the people lying on the ground escaped.

I still remember the first time we met, the other party was also in the same position, slashed fiercely, but was still alive and kicking afterwards.

But now, that wrist was bloody and bloody, with more than one knife mark.

What makes people silent is a jade bowl placed beside him, half filled with red, and the smell of blood stimulates people's nerves.

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In the living room, several people are either sitting or standing.

"...that's all I know."

Facing the questioning of several people, Yang Zi said solemnly.

Before setting off, He Zhiyang suddenly found him and asked him to promise two things, one is to stay on the high platform, take people down and not come out.

The second is to tell him the function of that bowl of blood.

Huang Yao was silent for a while and asked, "Brother, won't you drink?"

At the moment, on the coffee table in front of them was the jade bowl, the red inside was still bright.

Yang Zi shook his head, "Boss didn't even look at it."

Since returning two days ago, Gu Zheng's condition has made them worry all the time.

There was nothing wrong with Gu Zheng on the surface, except that he was more indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

However, only a few of them knew that there was always a dead body in his room.

In the dark room, sunlight squeezed through the gaps and penetrated inside.

Beside a dark coffin, stood a man, motionless, like a sculpture.

Gu Zheng looked down at the person lying inside, his eyes were dark.

Stretching out a hand to stroke the long hair of the person in the coffin, "Are you asking me to make a choice?"

However, no one answered.

The pale young man could never open his eyes again this time.

After a week, Huang Yao didn't go into the elder brother's room once, so he didn't know if the corpse inside had rotted or not.

Only once he accidentally saw He Zhihuang's clothes piled up in the bamboo basket at the bathroom door.

The blood in the jade bowl did not freeze, as if it was waiting for someone to drink it up.

After returning from the auction, Gu Zheng suddenly stopped by the side of the road and opened the car window, and saw a clothing store by the side of the road.

After a while, he pushed open the car door, walked into the clothing store, and came out after a while, holding a bag in his hand.

Looking at the leopard print in his hand, and remembering his reluctant eyes that day, a smile flashed across Gu Zheng's eyes.

Soon, it disappeared without a trace.

On the side of the road, a woman passed by with a child.

"Xiaobao, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want to be the husband of Xiaoyue next door."

The woman's voice smiled, "Why? Don't you like pilots the most?"

The child shook his head, "Xiaoyue has become my wife, and she can stay with me for the rest of her life, but the pilot can't."

The woman smiled at his childish words, "Did Xiaoyue agree?"

"I haven't asked yet, but she will definitely say yes..."

Gu Zheng lit a cigarette and rolled up the car window.

After returning home, Huang Yao handed him a folder.

Gu Zheng took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, "What is this?"

Huang Yao said, "This is the record of He Zhiyou's psychological treatment a few days ago."

Gu Zheng took it, opened it and took a look, his eyes were sharp, "Who allowed you to wake him up!"

Since the first time he went to the tomb, Gu Zheng stopped the psychiatrist from giving him memory recovery treatment again.

And the date of the last day on this document was half a month ago!

Two days before their last departure!

Huang Yao didn't dare to meet his brother's eyes, "He did it himself, don't let me tell you."

Now it seemed that he was ready for everything. After recovering his memory, he knew that he would die, but he still went.

Gu Zheng's grip on the folder became tighter and tighter. He stood up and looked down at Huang Yao.

"I'll arrange for you to go abroad tomorrow."

Huang Yao gritted his teeth, "Brother, this is his own choice..."

"To shut up!"

Gu Zheng gave him a cold look, then turned and went upstairs.

After taking a shower, Gu Zheng took the folder and sat next to the black coffin.

Look at the contents inside.

Most of them are messy memories, followed by his own diary.

"I like to eat chicken feet, but Gu Zheng won't let me, so I ate all the mushrooms he likes at night."

"Gu Zheng bought a coffin, I still like the one I slept in before."

"Gu Zheng's heartbeat is different from mine. I checked, and his heartbeat is four times faster than mine, but I'm only slightly faster than him, but I really don't want to admit it."

"Is there really a father of thunder and a mother of lightning? Shouldn't the matter of praying for rain be done by the national teacher?"

"Gu Zheng is about to turn 29."

"I'm leaving."

"The national teacher is actually afraid of one thing, and everyone doesn't know it."

Turning to the last page, Gu Zheng's hand stopped for a while, and he clenched his fist tremblingly.

"alone."

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A month later, the Huang family received a will.

Gu Zheng disappeared.

The police checked every possible place he might have been, but to no avail.

On the coffee table at home, the jade bowl was clean.

Yang Zi looked out the window, vaguely knowing where Gu Zheng might be.

In Wuling Mountain, the familiar tomb door opened again.

A man walked in with a person in his arms. From a distance, he could only see the long hair of the person in his arms shaking as he walked.

After bypassing the carvings on the ground, the man walked to the jade coffin.

Open the lid of the coffin and put the person in his arms inside.

One month has passed, and He Zhihuang's body is still intact. Every day when Gu Zheng wakes up and sees him, he has the illusion that he will open his eyes the next moment and say good morning to him.

The lid of the coffin was closed again, and the inside of the coffin was completely dark.

After a long silence, a man's voice sounded from inside.

"You forgot to say that your house cannot accommodate two people.

Do you mind if I squeeze?

If you don't speak, you agree.

Good night. "