when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Song Cheng received a call from Wu Xinlan the next morning, a poor woman who was tormented by nightmares, her voice has long been hoarse.

At this time, he was sitting at the dining table in Chu Zihan's house eating breakfast, opposite Hu Rong who was sucking on noodles, and Chu Zihan who was calmly watching the news with a coffee cup.

Since Zheng Yanxu disappeared for a while last time, the three of them got acquainted, and they obviously looked like old friends.

Hu Rong leaves a door for Comrade Xiao Song every morning, so that the poor friend can come and play at any time.

It's no surprise that Song Cheng woke up today, he was the only one left in the bedroom, and the man who was affectionate with him yesterday had gone somewhere to fool around.

Zheng Yanxu's elusiveness is the same as the strange things he said, which cannot be said.

For example, the raindrops that suddenly stopped yesterday afternoon, the human skin hanging in the cabinet, and the conversation with the young man in the ancient and complex language in the temple.

Song Cheng felt that there is an old saying that is true, when there are many lice on the body, it will not feel itchy, and this sentence is also applicable to him in another form.

There are more mysteries, and it is not so strange.

What's more, he has already been fattened by men, so what else can he do but let others slaughter him.

Song Cheng frowned and hung up the phone. Although Wu Xinlan's voice was weak, Hu Rong and Chu Zihan who were sitting opposite still heard something.

Vague syllables made intermittent references to buses, hair, ghosts combing their hair.

Hu Rong drank the last mouthful of soup, and burped in satisfaction:

"It's so supportive, Cheng Cheng, what good things have you encountered outside?"

Their profession likes to call encounters with evil spirits and ghosts a good thing, and the statement with a hint of ridicule will not scare ordinary people.

And this kind of good thing has another meaning. The celestial masters rely on the ghost-exorcism charms to make a living.

As long as this kind of good thing is within the range they can bear, it is undoubtedly that Qian came to the door on his own initiative.

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still told Hu Rong what happened on the bus yesterday.

At first, Wu Xinlan just had nightmares, and things hadn't progressed to the current bad situation.

She thought that as long as she didn't take the bus anymore, she would be safe and sound. Who knew that the dream at night would become more and more real.

The real scene outside the window began to overlap with the real life. On the billboard of Tianyuan City Station, there were posters of today's popular niche, and there were two dark shadows standing under the billboard.

Every picture is extremely familiar yet extremely strange, and there is a sense of horror in the silence.

The bus runs on route 04, and it is no longer an aimless world of gray dust.

And Wu Xinlan's place of waking up in the dream also changed from the bed at home to the bus quietly.

Obviously, in the chaotic space and time, at a certain node, two different worlds coincided.

For this, Wu Xinlan suffered so much that she couldn't even lead a normal life.

She brushes her teeth with her head down, hair will come out between her teeth.She sneezed, and countless strands of hair flowed down mixed with snot.

Even the feces that go to the toilet are mixed with curly hairs, and they penetrate everywhere.

Wu Xinlan didn't dare to go to work because she didn't know when and where on her body hair would appear again.

Many of the masters she invited fell into a coma at a strange time just like her.

The whole thing is weird and confusing.

Hu Rong couldn't help but frowned after hearing this, "It's kind of evil."

"It's not like I said, this kind of strange thing can't be encountered by ordinary people, why can you encounter it wherever you go?"

Hu Rong scratched his head, it seemed that Song Cheng's physique was even more special than he imagined.

Chu Zihan turned off the iPad and leaned back on the chair with a calm expression:

"There are so many strange things in this world, if you really take care of each one, you won't be exhausted."

"Especially you, it's always good to have less contact."

Song Cheng didn't speak but just nodded, he knew that Chu Zihan was thinking of him, especially not long after he had experienced double eye contact.

He pondered for a moment, then said carefully: "It's okay, I'll go and have a look first, if it doesn't work, I'll come back."

Some tentative thoughts are struggling to emerge, just around the corner.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Hu Rong, who originally planned to rest for a period of time and work hard to study the technology, was really worried, so they could only follow along to have a look.

Ever since returning from Lin Family Village, Hu Rong felt a strong sense of defeat deep in his heart.

He and Ming Xi'ao are so capable that they can't help with anything, it's really shameful.

The poor Song Cheng comforted him for a long time before the thin-skinned guy regained his composure.

It happened that Chu Zihan was going to the company in the afternoon, so he took the two of them along for the ride.

As soon as he got off the bus, Song Cheng noticed that the north gate of Tianyuan City was facing a bus stop, which looked similar to what Wu Xinlan had said on the phone.

Under the sun, most of the paint on the yellow billboard collapsed, exposing the rusted iron sheet inside.And the thick sycamore tree surrounded by one person leaves a rare shade under the cover of thick branches and big leaves.

This point is when the sun is at its worst, and there are still three or four people standing there waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

It was obviously a normal scene, but Song Cheng always felt that something was wrong.

"Cheng Cheng?"

Hu Rong looked strangely at the young man who was staring at the bus stop, with a hint of doubt on his face.

Song Cheng's face was a bit complicated, but he withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice:

"It's okay, let's go."

The moment the two turned around, a black-tailed white-winged bird spread its agile wings and flew down from the tall sycamore tree.

It slowly landed on the shoulder of the man who appeared out of nowhere, combing his feathers gracefully.

"Look, my brother, whom I haven't seen for a long time, is still as pure and kind as ever."

The corner of the man's slightly curly hair twitched into an inexplicable smile, but the figure that gradually disintegrated into little particles did not attract anyone's attention.

Song Cheng and Hu Rong came to Chunnuan seat according to the address Wu Xinlan gave, and not long after walking forward, an extremely thin and short woman appeared in front of them.

She was dressed in a solemn black body to cover her body that was constantly in trouble, but she wore an exaggerated fisherman's hat on her head, which almost swallowed her entire face.

Even though he had only met once, with the strange and thin body of the woman, he still recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

It was Wu Xinlan who went downstairs early and waited anxiously.

The woman walked over excitedly the moment she saw them, and shouted urgently:

"Mr. Song, you are here!"

"Miss Wu, this is my friend Hu Rong." Song Cheng briefly introduced.

Knowing that the young fair-skinned man in front of her was the celestial master Song Cheng was talking about, Wu Xinlan hurried up to shake Hu Rong's hand, but paused hesitantly the moment she reached out.

There was a trace of doubt on Hu Rong's face, and Wu Xinlan smiled awkwardly, her eyes full of fear.

"Yes, I'm sorry Hu Tianshi, my hands... are very dirty."

She didn't know how to describe her terrible state, but she just used a very euphemistic word.

Hu Rong expressed his understanding, and slowed down his tone: "Miss Wu, don't feel embarrassed, after all, we are here to solve your problems, aren't we?"

Wu Xinlan paused slightly in front of her, and it took a long time before she said dryly:

"It's not a big problem, it's just that my palms are sweaty..."

"And now the worst part is that my hair is starting to break out in sweat."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Cheng and Hu Rong had shocked expressions on their faces.

How could there be hair in sweat?

Wu Xinlan naturally also saw the expressions of the two, gritted her teeth to hold back the nausea and smiled wryly:

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it?"

"But my situation has really reached the point where I feel that my body is full of hair that I can't count or exhaust!"

"Whether it's tears, saliva, or sweat, after a few seconds after those bodily fluids left my body, tiny black spots began to leak out one after another..."

"Then they twist very quickly like snakes, growing longer and longer until they can see the shape of the hair before they stop wriggling."

As Wu Xinlan spoke, that weird feeling came to her heart, and her eyes were sore that she wanted to cry.

But she could only pretend to be strong and hold it back, because she didn't want to scare the two in front of her with a pile of useless hair.

You must know that her situation has frightened many Xuanmen masters, they are unwilling to accept such difficult orders and even cannot figure out the source.

Facts have proved that people really can't be judged by appearances. The two young boys in front of them were not easily frightened. They followed Wu Xinlan's footsteps steadily.

This gave the terrified woman a moment's comfort, if only a little.

The house Wu Xinlan rented was on the ninth floor, and there were two black garbage bags piled up at the door.

It contained a large amount of horrible hair that she had produced in her terrified dreams, and Wu Xinlan didn't dare to throw these things into the trash can in the community downstairs.

It was she and her boyfriend who carried it to a place where no one was around, and secretly burned it.

When those hairs burn, it smells intolerable, not of protein.

She brought Song Cheng and Hu Rong in, but Wu Xinlan's boyfriend was not at home.

This responsible man hasn't given up on his girlfriend yet. Although his nerves are stretched to the extreme, he still cheers up and goes to work.

They now need a lot of money to save Wu Xinlan's life, or their future family.

The room is very messy, even if the floor is wiped clean, there are still hairs hiding in invisible corners.

Song Cheng stepped on it, and a hair stuck to the shoe.

Hu Rong also stood at the entrance with an uncomfortable expression, refusing to move, the floor was very sticky.

Wu Xinlan had to say embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

She couldn't change the fact that her physical condition had left her with no time to worry about anything else.

Song Cheng turned his head and asked, "You didn't have this kind of situation on the bus yesterday, did you?"

Wu Xinlan was taken aback for a moment, "Yes...no, not at all."

To be exact, those hairs were not so arrogant yesterday that they came out of her bodily fluids.

So that day Song Chengming saw the woman burst into tears, but her face was not covered with hair.

"Okay, Miss Wu, in order to understand the source, I'd like to trouble you to retell the story from beginning to end."

Hu Rong moved from the porch to the living room with difficulty, sat on a fairly clean green leather chair and said solemnly.

"Okay, okay." Wu Xinlan said nervously.

Wu Xinlan's retelling was a bit messy, Song Cheng and Hu Rong tried their best to listen, but it was still very difficult.

It's not that the woman's expression is not clear enough, but that the clues are so trivial that it is difficult to find the clue.

Obviously everything seems to be true, but when you take it out separately, you can't find anything strange.

They communicated calmly and quickly, and before they knew it, it was past five o'clock.

When Wu Xinlan's boyfriend came home, they didn't realize it until later. He was an ordinary man in science and engineering, not tall but reliable.

He didn't interrupt the conversation of the three of them, but silently lifted the garbage at the door and burned it after saying hello.

"Miss Wu, let me ask you one last question." Hu Rong said with serious eyes.

Wu Xinlan nodded quickly.

"You, did you bring anything home from outside, or did someone give you anything?"

This familiar remark was exactly the same as when Hu Rong investigated Fang Qing's incident and asked Chu Zihan. If he hadn't done anything strange, the things that appeared for no reason could only be brought back by the woman on his own initiative.

Wu Xinlan was stunned, "Well, I did bring a lot of things back recently, because the place where I work is a daily necessities factory, and I just make some small things, such as mirror head ropes and combs..."

Because of the low cost of these things, they can take some of them home for their own use when there are a lot of goods produced.

Wu Xinlan is really used to it, and those things are very common, and it's not the first time to take it, so there may be problems.

At this moment, her boyfriend pushed open the door of the house, and happened to hear Hu Rong's words, his expression became dull and he shouted excitedly:

"A comb! It's a comb!"

Wu Xinlan was stunned for a moment with a puzzled expression on her face, but the next second she suddenly realized that she hurried to her dressing table and took out a beautiful small sandalwood comb.

The comb was only about the size of a palm, and the color was bright and shiny. It looked like it hadn't been used a few times since it looked brand new.

Wu Xinlan handed it to Hu Rong and said:

"This comb was an engagement gift my colleague gave me a week ago. This year, my boyfriend and I were going to buy a house and get married. Who knew something like this would happen."

Hu Rong took the comb in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, "This comb should not be made of pure sandalwood."

He could only feel a very faint Yin Qi, "Where was the last time you used it?"

Wu Xinlan swallowed, and said dryly, "On the bus in the afternoon of September 9th."

Both Song Cheng and Hu Rong were startled, and finally understood why they had such a big reaction to a comb that was not a big problem.

"Then, my hair tie happened to be broken that day! So when I was looking for other hair ropes in my bag, I don't know why this comb appeared there. I remember I didn't put it in, and I seemed to remember putting it in before going out. ..."

Wu Xinlan was a little confused, she didn't find any other hair ropes and could only use this small comb to tidy up her appearance.

"If one happens to be understandable, but there are so many coincidences together, there must be something wrong." Song Cheng said in a low voice.

Hu Rong nodded, although the comb gave some visible clues, but in fact they couldn't even touch the edge of solving the source.

He still gently reminded Wu Xinlan not to have too much hope, "We can only try our best, it may not be effective."

The overlapping hands of the young couple clenched subconsciously.

The only way Hu Rong said was to try was the most fundamental troublesome nightmare Wu Xinlan encountered, and they wanted to find a way to follow her into the dream.

Song Cheng looked at Hu Rong lying on the table and drawing a talisman stroke by stroke, and asked a little worried: "You said you have never tried it before, can we do it this time?"

Hu Rong's spirit sank to his dantian, his face was very serious but he still answered the youth's question.

"The possibility of success is probably only [-]%. According to Wu Xinlan's description, she has almost entered a field that non-humans can enter..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while, "It's what we commonly call the world of ghosts, but, logically speaking, this place is unlikely to be connected to reality."

Is it possible that a small comb really has such a magical effect?

Anyway, he has never encountered such a thing in the past few years of "deception". "If I guess correctly, her soul should go first, and her body will instinctively follow into the corresponding reality."

This is why Wu Xinlan suddenly woke up and found that she was really on the bus.

And the talisman drawn by Hu Rong is to connect the Qi meridians of the three of them. If Wu Xinlan's Qi meridians drop to a certain abnormal value, they will also drop to that low point, so that they can achieve the goal of entering that field. condition.

But what is not guaranteed is that the talisman of Hu Rong's role is adapted from other small sects, and whether it can exert its effect depends entirely on the face.

After Hu Rong drew the three talismans, he called Wu Xinlan to bring three bowls of cold water. The talismans melted in the water and turned a faint yellow, looking bitter.

"drink."

Song Cheng drank it without hesitation, and it tasted really bad, as if he had eaten a piece of paper mixed with spices.

They sat in Wu Xinlan's room and no one spoke, they all closed their eyes and rested their minds.

Hu Rong even told Wu Xinlan not to be nervous, and the correct operation is to fall asleep quickly.

Although he didn't know when the qi channel would decrease, the qi channel will be much weaker than usual when a person is asleep.

Song Cheng's buttocks hurt from sitting on the hard chair, and the surrounding was eerily quiet and pitch black.

He subconsciously wanted to check the time with his mobile phone, but Hu Rong held it down.

"No, her breath has weakened." Hu Rong lowered his voice and whispered into Song Cheng's ear.

Song Cheng tensed up after hearing these words, and they couldn't see each other in such a solemn atmosphere.

Not knowing if there were other things mixed in, he couldn't help but whispered:

"what time is it?"

Anxiety and exhaustion were gnawing at his heart like bugs, and he wiped the sweat from his palms.

But there was another thing on his mind, he didn't keep the agreement between him and the man.

It was already past six o'clock, and Zheng Yanxu did not come out to look for him, as if acquiescing to his actions.

Nothing happened.

There were no haunting ghosts, no monsters crawling through windows, everything was working as if he was just a normal person.

Sure enough, his physique was quietly changing along with the gestation period.

Does this mean that as long as the cub in his stomach is born, he can return to a normal life?

Thinking of this possibility, Song Cheng jumped inexplicably, and his heart beat even more joyfully because of it, the kind that would jump out of his throat if he was not careful.

He suppressed the excitement and drowsiness that surged up from him, and tried to focus on Wu Xinlan.Hu Rong's vague calculation told him the approximate time, and it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

After saying these words, the room fell into a long silence, so long that when Song Cheng was about to fall asleep in a daze, a strange voice appeared in his ear.

sand... rustle...

Something is crawling along the wall, moving very slowly and in huge numbers.

Song Cheng woke up suddenly but didn't dare to move an inch, until the soft and greasy touch rushed into his nerves.

It's hair.

Masses of dense hair filled the space, tangled under chairs, and twisted into eerie shapes on the floor.

Listening to the terrifying voice, Song Cheng's back broke out in a layer of cold sweat.

Hu Rong sitting next to him didn't move, and he could only hold his breath.

Until those hairs started to crawl towards his body, Song Cheng's whole soul almost jumped out of the chair.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a sliver of reason left in his mind, he would really be unable to hold back the two words "fake, fake, all fake" in his mind.

Song Cheng could only take a gamble, betting that the behavior of those hairs avoiding him on the bus yesterday was not accidental.

Hair crawled up his face, a feeling worse than snakes, but the breakdown had only just begun.

Those hairs began to try to get into his nose, this time I really experienced Wu Xinlan's despair.

A sense of suffocation filled the whole brain, but fortunately, this torment did not last long, and a loud noise came from Song Cheng's ear.

The car door slammed to the side with a "slap", and the sound made people's scalp tingle.

Song Cheng opened his eyes fiercely, and the scene that came into his eyes was a dilapidated and empty bus.

The surroundings are terribly quiet, but looking out of the window, a world as gray as dust is presented in front of you.

Song Cheng withdrew his gaze and subconsciously looked for his companions. Fortunately, the two were on the double seat three steps away from him.

The two sat in front of them blankly, as if they hadn't been distracted yet. Song Cheng anxiously wanted to speak, but found that the sound in this world was actually not flowing.

But fortunately, Hu Rong quickly turned his head and was also looking for him. The eyes of the two collided in the air, and they both saw a trace of excitement and luck in each other's eyes.

They really entered Wu Xinlan's dream, or that non-human world.