When someone with depression enters the horror game

The fake Taoist priest who begs for food and the barefoot doctor who cheats food sit on a small bench and share a cornbread equally.

Zheng Qing gnawed on the corn bread, looked at Shen Lian who gnawed on the corn bread: "As a doctor, you are so poor, it's shocking."

"I'm not as refined and scumlike as you, doctor. The people in this poor place don't have a living, and the original Shen Lian is always a free clinic, so it would be nice to have corn buns to eat," Shen Lian choked, poured himself a sip of water, and continued. , "There are so many ghosts, it's incredible that you are so poor as a Taoist priest."

Zheng Qing was surprised and said: "Ghosts? Ever since I was driven down the mountain by the old Taoist priest, I haven't met one yet."

Shen Lian didn't know if she was African or the Emperor of Europe.

"Going west from here, there was a fight with Mrs. Painted Skin Ghost and Land."

Zheng Qing asked with interest: "The two in Liaozhai?"

"alright."

"Who won in the end?"

"In the end, a scarecrow came out. The three guys fought in a melee. A thunderbolt knocked down the battlefield. I don't know who won."

"You have so much experience."

"That is, but what happened after you came to this world?"

Zheng Qing showed a gentle smile: "Being driven down the mountain, beg for food, beg for food, beg for food, beg for food, beg for food, watch idiots diving, save idiots."

Shen Lian was expressionless: "It's getting late, it's time to wash up and go to bed."

You idiot, who told you to save me.

Zheng Qing took off his coat, but felt something in his sleeve pocket.

When the moonlight entered the house, he took advantage of Shen Lian's inattention and took a look at it by the moonlight.

Bupropion.

There is no beautiful water ghost sister at all.

He knew why Shen Lian jumped down.

"Hello." He called out Shen Lian.

Shen Lian kicked the quilt with her eyes closed: "What are you shouting for, just sleep well."

Zheng Qing stopped talking.

Large patches of blood flowed out from the crack in the door, and the eyes were bright red.

He ran desperately, and the things behind him chased after him.

Fly up, fly up, fly up and the thing won't be able to catch up.

He slowly floated up and flapped his wings vigorously.

That thing flew too!

Fly high, fly high.

Can't fly at all.

Something weighed on him.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, how can I fly, Shen Lian thought.

This is dreaming, dreaming again, and haunting the bed again.

Wake up, wake up.

Well, it's okay, I woke up.

Panic and anxiety increased.

"Doctor," he called.

He found himself speechless.

"Doctor, doctor."

Something's wrong, I'm still dreaming, I haven't woken up yet.

"doctor?"

Still no sound.

Get up, get up, sit up by yourself and stop dreaming.

"Doctor, doctor."

"Doctor." Did you make a sound this time?Am I awake?

"doctor."

"Shen Lian, what's wrong?"

Shen Lian opened her eyes, and the window was already dimly lit.

The head of the doctor in front of him fell off, the tentacles in his neck wriggled, his eyes were sticky and bright red.

"what!"

"Shen Lian, what's wrong?"

Shen Lian sat up abruptly, and lit a candle in the dark.

It's still midnight.

He hugged the quilt and exhaled: "It's okay, it's just a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

Shen Lian didn't speak.

So Zheng Qing closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Dreamed of despair.