What is it like to be led around by a ghost?

The black clouds were like ink, and the rain was pouring down.

Jiong Wu carried Yu Mohui on her back and jumped and shuttled among the high-rise buildings in the city, her breathing was short and disordered, the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, the sound of the car's horn was almost covered by the sound of rain, but no one could see their figures.

The sound of ringing the soul bell could no longer be heard behind him, so he must have thrown the pursuers some distance away.Jiong Wu turned her head slightly to look back, but the speed of running did not slow down.

Yu Mohui, who was unconscious on his back, was already translucent. The thousand years of captivity had left his iron armor stained with rust, and the bright red blood stains on his body were still clear and dazzling. chains of haunted souls.

Jiongwu secretly blamed herself in her heart.I thought everything was under control, but something went wrong. I just cut off the iron chains that imprisoned Yu Mohui. seriously injured.It shouldn't be that careless!

But now is not the time to blame yourself, the pursuers will catch up soon, and my current state can't take Yu Mo back to the whole body, who has lost a soul and is still unconscious... I have to find a way to take Yu Mo back. Don't return, otherwise, both of them will die today.

Jiong Wu thought in her heart, gritted her teeth secretly, and walked like flying.

"Husband, the baby hasn't moved for the past two days. I'm a little scared, so I went to the hospital by myself first, and I'm still waiting for the car. Come and accompany me when you're done..."

A pregnant woman was standing on a crowded bus stop and talking on the phone, gently stroking her swollen belly with one hand, her face was full of melancholy.

Jiongwu saw the dark aura of stillbirth in the pregnant woman's stomach at a glance, and suddenly had an idea.

He turned sharply and ran towards the bus stop.He swallowed the cloud of gloom in one gulp, and with the movement in his hands, Yu Mohui's translucent body turned into a cloud of white mist in a blink of an eye.He paused, thought for a while, and then another wisp of white mist flowed out from his fingertips, blended with Yu Mohui's ball, and got into the pregnant woman's belly together.

Just at this time, the soul-stirring sound of shaking the soul bell came faintly.He quickly made a handprint to conceal his breath on the pregnant woman's belly, and then jumped between the tall buildings again, and his figure quickly disappeared.

The pregnant woman put down her mobile phone, her brows were still gloomy, she was still stroking her belly with one hand, while protecting her belly with the other in a defensive posture.

Baby...it's been two days since you kicked mom in the stomach...

She waited anxiously for the bus.The heavy rain slowed down the cars on the road, and the bus hadn't arrived after waiting for 10 to [-] minutes...Suddenly, her body trembled, her face was shocked—the little life in her stomach kicked her.

As if in disbelief, she widened her eyes and quickly covered her stomach with her hands.In one breath, the stomach was kicked again.She was so surprised that she cried instantly.

And at the moment when she was weeping with joy, a terrifying bell rang in the sky above the bus station, and several figures flew past.But no one heard the bell, and no one saw those figures.

21 years later.

The dream is deadly darkness.The foot is like a swamp, extremely muddy, as long as you step on it, you will definitely sink, but when you want to lift your foot, countless hands stretch out from the swamp, grabbing Yu Mohui's ankle tightly, making him unable to move.

It has been nearly a year, Yu Mohui would come to this swamp every night as soon as he fell asleep, was firmly fixed in one place by the hands in the swamp, and then slowly sank.Struggling, like a punch in the air, was useless; shouting, like the voice was attracted by a black hole, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

He could only let his body slowly sink into the swamp as if he obeyed his destiny.The quagmire covered both legs and no chest.His futile struggle could not free him from the difficulty of breathing.That feeling was exactly the same as when the instructor drove me forward in the last 100 meters during the ten-kilometer military training in college.Fortunately, the lungs could contract freely at that time, but now the chest and lungs are oppressed by the mud, and I can't even take a deep breath.

Fuck you!Every day I dream of being drowned in the swamp!

Yu Mo got angry, but he couldn't vent his anger.From the chest and then slowly upwards, up to the neck, the big arms were also wrapped in mud, as if they were poured with cement, and they couldn't move.He threw his head back, breathing rapidly—the pressure on his chest made it impossible for him to breathe normally.His body was still sinking, and when the mud was about to be poured into his mouth, he lost consciousness in the dream, but in reality he opened his eyes suddenly.

The pajamas had long been soaked in sweat, and he took a sharp breath—it felt like he was alive.

Returning from hell to the human world in an instant, he was stunned for a few seconds before recovering, and then the anger that continued from the dream into reality rushed into his heart.

This kind of anger is called "wake up anger" by his parents.

"I'm not angry about getting up!" Yu Mohui had a mouthful of porridge in his mouth, and poked a few pieces of sweet potatoes in the porridge with his chopsticks.

"Do you want salted eggs?" Mo Lanfang handed the salted eggs to his son.

"I'm really angry about getting up..." He felt aggrieved, "Aren't you angry if you had the same dream every night for a year or got stuck in a swamp and drowned?"

"Didn't it just reach the neck?" Yu Wei, who was eating seriously, raised his head rarely.

"After reaching the neck, I lost consciousness! Then I woke up!"

"Isn't that just not drowning?"

"Is this a question of drowning? This is a question of inhuman torture that I suffer every night!"

"Why is having a nightmare an inhuman torture?"

"I..." Yu Mohui paused, "It's not an ordinary nightmare..."

"Is it one of those rare 3D nightmares?"

Yu Mohui was so out of breath that his chopsticks almost poked a hole in the bottom of the bowl.

"Do you want salted eggs?" Mo Lanfang handed Yu Wei another salted egg.

"Eat it!" Yu Wei happily took the salted egg that his wife had already peeled, and turned to greet his son: "You eat too."

Yu Mohui was still angry, peeled off the salted egg and bit into half, and started chewing the porridge without even taking a sip.

"Is this how salted eggs are eaten?" Yu Wei asked.

"It's up to you!" Yu Mohui chewed half of an egg before swallowing it, and almost spit it out, covering his mouth and coughing.

Mo Lanfang looked away with some disgust.

After a day full of anger, Yu Mohui lay on the bed again and was about to fall asleep. The difference was that tonight he had a utility knife in his hand.

I must cut off those hands that grabbed me today!

Fantasy is always full, reality is always skinny.He came to the swamp again, wearing the same pajamas, but the box knife in his hand did not follow.Those hands grabbed his ankles again, just like every previous dream.Only this time, a voice came faintly from the deep darkness.

"Don't go back, get stuck..."

There is darkness on all sides, and this voice comes from the darkness, without direction.

"Who are you?" Yu Mohui was shocked.

"Come in..." the voice said to itself, seeming to have the power to confuse people.

"Your uncle is insane! Why should I fall into it!" Yu Mohui's anger finally had an outlet this time.

The mud did not reach the calf, and the body above was not imprisoned yet.He struggled with bared teeth and claws, and stared angrily around.

That guy must be hiding in the darkness in which direction!

The tone of the voice was cold, and it continued to repeat the sentence "get stuck in it", which echoed in this cold and dark swamp, which seemed very strange.

Just a pretender!

Yu Mohui struggled to no avail, gradually calmed down, adjusted his breathing, looked around, and listened intently to the voice.The voice also seemed to be slowly approaching him, becoming clearer and louder.

He closed his eyes, shifting his visual sensitivity to hearing.

"Mo Hui..." The voice called his name.

Meditate, concentrate, and perceive the direction of the sound...

"Don't go back..."

Suddenly, Yu Mohui opened his eyes sharply, staring sharply in one direction. His body seemed to have suddenly gained infinite strength. As soon as his legs exerted strength, he got rid of the hands that were holding his ankles, and at the same time stretched out his hands towards the man in that direction. Scratching in the dark—fingers touched a piece of clothing.

As soon as he touched the piece of clothing, a light spot suddenly appeared beside him, and a violent attraction sucked him in together with the owner of the piece of clothing.

Yu Mohui opened his eyes suddenly, the night outside the window was getting dark.He sat on the bed, the piece of clothing still in his hand.Looking up, the owner of the piece of clothing was looking at him in astonishment.

"Who are you?!" Yu Mo snapped back.