Dream Maker [Rebirth]

Those people were dressed in prison uniforms, and they were the prisoners who came to the secret realm with them. One of them stood motionless on the footing stone, and the rest of them were floating in disorder on the surrounding water, as if they were corpses.

There was a golden scroll very conspicuously placed on the branch of Chunmian's tree, but the man standing on the stone just stood there with his head bowed, not intending to go forward to get it at all.

This scene was so weird that Lu Ci and Jiang He couldn't help but glance at each other, unable to comprehend what they saw in front of them—if the corpses in the water were all killed by fighting while approaching the scroll, then since the person on the stone You have already taken the lead, why don't you go to get the scroll, but just stand there and stop?

Thinking of this, Jiang He shouted towards the pool: "Hey!"

The man was unresponsive.

Just as Jiang He was about to shout again, the man suddenly fell straight to the side, "Plop!" He fell into the pool and splashed a lot of water, but he didn't struggle at all, as if he was just a stone sculpture that was accidentally pushed down.

Jiang He was stunned for a moment with his mouth open, and said in disbelief, "Are you scared by me?"

Luci ignored him, and looked at the scroll on Chunmian silently, knowing that there must be something weird in it, but the question of the excommunication ceremony is to get the scroll and bring it out of the secret realm, and now the scroll is close in front of you, no matter what, you have to try it try.

After hesitating for a moment, Lu Ci finally walked towards the nearest stone path.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Jiang He hurriedly followed him, "You want to go there?"

Lu Ci didn't answer, and walked straight to the edge of the pool. Jiang He saw that he was about to set foot on the stone path, and grabbed his sleeve: "Hey, let me tell you first, if anything happens to you, I won't save you!"

Lu Ci turned his head and glanced at him, and said to himself that I would be thankful if you didn't make trouble.Then he pulled the sleeves out of his hands, and stepped on the first stone without hesitation.

The Mirror Pond is where he often came when he was young, and the canopy of Spring Mian is his favorite hiding place when playing hide-and-seek. He has walked back and forth on these stone paths thousands of times, even with his eyes closed, he can still clearly remember every day. location of the stone.

He watched Chun Mian step forward steadily, not thinking about the pond full of corpses around him, and told himself that this place was still the quiet and peaceful paradise back then, and he was still the child who wanted to hide in the canopy of the tree back then.

Jiang He stared at his back with bated breath, waiting for the unforeseen event to happen, but waiting left and right not only did not wait for anything, but watched Lu Ci approaching the opposite bank safely, his heart suddenly became restless stand up.

The stone path was not long at all, and Lu Ci quickly stepped over the last stepping stone and firmly set foot on the land in the heart of the pond.

"Damn!" Jiang He scolded himself for being an idiot, and hurriedly stepped up the stone path and rushed to the opposite side.

Lu Ci walked towards Chun Mian without looking back, walked to the tree in twos and twos, raised his foot to the tree trunk and reached the scroll in his hand with a light leap, but when he pulled back his strength and landed, he suddenly heard Jiang He behind him say: "who?"

Lu Ci immediately looked back, and saw that Jiang He had already run over half of the stone path, and could land on the shore in just two steps, but at this moment he stopped, looking down at a corpse floating in the pool.

Lu Ci thought he had found something, followed his gaze, but saw that the corpse was motionless and nothing unusual, he couldn't help wondering: "What's wrong?"

Jiang He didn't speak, still lowered his head quietly, Lu Ci realized something was wrong, and frowned slightly: "Jiang He?"

No response.

Lu Ci was not in a good mood, and walked slowly towards the stone path. While walking, he observed Jiang He carefully, and saw that not only did his movements remain unchanged, but even his eyes did not blink, as if he was frozen.

Walking in front of Jiang He, Lu Ci raised his hand and shook him, seeing that he still didn't respond, he couldn't help wondering: he looks exactly like that man just now, but what happened?If there is a problem with the stone path, why did he walk through it unharmed just now?

Thinking about it, he followed Jiang He's gaze to look at Chizhong again, but he still didn't find anything unusual about the corpse.

However, just as he looked back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving in the water from the corner of his eye.

Lu Ci thought it was his own dizziness, so he quickly looked at it, and his scalp went numb when he saw it - his own reflection in the water seemed to be alive, and it was slowly approaching the water surface at this time!

That feminine face that belonged to Song Zhong was getting closer and bigger, and when it got close to the surface of the water, it suddenly revealed a very serious sneer!

Suddenly, the surroundings began to spin, and Lu Ci's eyes went dark for a moment, followed by loss of consciousness.

Darkness, silence.

Like falling into an abyss.

……

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a cry broke the silence: "Master Huo! Would you like to try the new tea leaves?"

At the same time, the noise in the ears gradually rose, and a hazy scene began to appear in front of my eyes.

After Lu Ci settled down, he realized that he was already in a busy city. It was night, but the night market was full of lights and bustling.

He was just about to take a closer look, when suddenly he felt his eyes turned to a tea shop on the street, and his feet walked towards that shop, and said with a smile, "Really? Show me?"

Lu Ci was startled, and then realized that he seemed to be possessed in someone else's body. He couldn't control this person's body, but he could see what he saw and touched, communicated with his five senses, and even knew his thoughts.

The owner of this body, "Master Huo", walked to the shop, and the woman who was peddling at the door immediately led him in, and asked the boy in the shop to bring new tea to show him, and asked with a charming smile, "How is it? This is just arrived Mingqian tea, if I didn’t save some for you, it would have been sold out yesterday!”

Master Huo felt quite disdainful in his heart. The woman in front of him was a widow who propped up the family shop alone after her husband passed away. The good words she said are worth a lot of credit.

Although Mr. Huo thought so, he didn't let it go, he smiled and raised his hand to lick her cheek: "It looks fresh and tender, but I don't know how it tastes?"

"Hey, look at what you said, can I still lie to you?" The woman squinted at him, pulled his hand off and said angrily, "Why don't I make you a cup right here?"

She made a gesture to turn around and was about to leave, Master Huo grabbed her waist and dragged her back: "That's not necessary, can I believe what you said?"

After that, he turned his head and said to his followers: "What are you still doing? Why don't you pay quickly?"

The entourage hurriedly followed suit, and the woman turned her head with a satisfied smile.

Mr. Huo hooked her waist with one hand, and plucked her earlobe with the other: "You don't need to taste the tea. As for you, when will you let me taste it?"

The woman glared at him and pushed him away, poked his cheek and said: "You are really not ashamed, is this the scar that has healed and forgotten the pain?"

When Mr. Huo heard this, he couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the thick and long scars on his cheeks, a flash of displeasure flashed in his heart, and his face sank.

When the woman saw it, she knew she had said something wrong, she rolled her eyes and said, "You just bought a few packs of tea leaves, why do you want me to post them?"

Master Huo's expression softened slightly, and he jokingly said, "Then I'll buy this shop tomorrow?"

The woman smiled slyly: "That can be considered."

At this time, the servant in the shop had already wrapped the tea, the woman turned around and took it and stuffed it into Master Huo's arms: "I'm just waiting for you to come to buy a shop?"

Master Huo smiled, tossed the tea leaves to his followers, and then squeezed her waist: "Just wait."

After all, he turned around and left with his entourage.

After leaving the shop and walking along the street, the attendant tentatively asked, "Master, is this tea?"

Master Huo didn't pay much attention to this tea at all, he bought it just now because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, and waved his hand: "Throw it away."

The entourage hurriedly said: "Don't, it's a pity to lose it..."

Master Huo knew that he wanted it himself, so he said impatiently: "If you don't throw it away, you can keep it for yourself. Why are there so many nonsense?"

The entourage smiled flatteringly: "Hey, thank you, master!"

It didn't take a while for the two of them to arrive at the street intersection, a brothel appeared in front of them at the corner, and the gorgeous girls in front of the door immediately flocked around.

"Ouch, Mr. Huo—"

"You're here, how long has it been since I saw you?"

"I thought you forgot about us—"

Mr. Huo answered a few words indiscriminately with a smile, turned his head and told his followers: "You wait here."

After all, he hugged left and right and walked into the door.

The hall is full of benefactors and lights, and the singing and piano are accompanied by sweet laughter and laughter in the light gauze red curtains.

"Yo, Master Huo is here?"

The old bustard who shuttled around the hall to greet her immediately came forward with a smile, waved her handkerchief to the girls and said, "Go, go, Mr. Huo is here to try new things today. You don't need to serve him. Go play."

"An early adopter?" The girls were all startled, and then their eyes suddenly realized, they pushed him and frowned and said, "Master Huo—why did you even change your taste?"

Master Huo was pushed very comfortably, and he didn't answer, but just listened with enjoyment.

The girls suddenly felt bored, and scattered away humming and chirping.

The old bustard hurriedly led him upstairs, and said with a flattering smile as he went upstairs, "I figured you'd be here by now, and I've already arranged for him to wash and change."

Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows: "Didn't it mean that he is very stubborn because he sells his art but not his body?"

"Isn't that right!" the old bustard hurriedly took credit for it with a bitter face, "I've been persuading me for several nights! Look at my words are almost worn out, and I managed to persuade you!"

Master Huo smiled contemptuously, and said in a strange way: "Then I didn't spend the hundreds of taels of silver in vain."

"That's that," the old bustard quickly agreed with a smile, and led him into an empty room, "You sit here for a while, and I'll go and rush him."

Master Huo didn't say much, and after entering the room and looking around, he sat down at the table.

He is a frequent visitor to this brothel, eating almost all the girls in the brothel, and he knows how many cups and pairs of paper and inkstones there are in each room.

A few days ago, I heard from my attendants that there is a new handsome young man here who sells his art but not his body. Without saying a word, he asked the old bustard to give a few hundred taels of silver, and asked the young man to become a red lady by name.

He knew that the old bustard loves money like his life, and in order to earn that money, he can probably chew even the most difficult bones.Sure enough, this afternoon, the bustard sent someone to say that everything was well arranged, and invited him to come over to try something new in the evening.

"Dong dong dong."

There were several knocks on the door, and then it was slowly pushed open.

"Master Huo, I brought you the man!"

The old bustard turned sideways with a happy smile, and saw a slender young man in red clothes holding a piano and appearing outside the door. soul-stirring.

Master Huo's eyes suddenly brightened, but Lu Ci, who was "watching" everything at this time, was in shock.

Song Zhong? !

Although he only glanced at it through the puddles in the prison, but this face is very distinctive, and he will never remember it wrong.

The real Song Zhong is dead, and the body of Song Zhong who was resurrected by himself is still in the secret realm of hidden spirits, so the Song Zhong in front of him...

At this moment, he suddenly understood what he was experiencing - he was not "possessed" on Master Huo, but was experiencing a memory of Master Huo, a memory that happened before Song Zhong was imprisoned, between him and Song Zhong. Memories of the past!

Before he could continue to think deeply, the bustard had already led Song Zhong to the table, leaned over to Master Huo and whispered: "Master Huo, he is still a baby, take it easy."

Master Huo chuckled at her, and waved his hand to let her back down.

The old bustard nodded knowingly, and patted Song Zhong when he passed by: "You are so welcome."

After finishing speaking, he twisted his waist and stepped out of the threshold, turned around and closed the door.

Mr. Huo rested his elbows on the table, rubbed his chin and looked at Song Zhong with a smile, and approached Song Zhong in a sophisticated way: "What's your name?"

After that, he casually pointed to the table: "Sit."

Song Zhong put the Qin in his hand on the table, sat down in front of the table, and said, "Song Zhong."

Master Huo couldn't help frowning: "Tsk, who named you this? It's so unlucky?"

Song Zhong said: "My mother."

Master Huo sneered disdainfully: "I said, women are superficial."

Song Zhong turned a deaf ear, raised his hand to touch the strings: "What does Master Huo want to hear?"

Mr. Huo thought it was funny, and said that I didn't want to hear anything, and just wanted to kiss Fangze, but then he thought that now that the meat was on his lips, he didn't need to act too hastily, so he said indifferently: "Just play what you are best at. .”

Song Zhong didn't say any more, and plucked the strings casually.

Master Huo's eyes swept to the pair of slender jade hands resting on the piano, his eyes were full of covetousness.

At this moment, Lu Ci was also observing those hands through his eyes.

There is no Voling.

At this time, Song Zhong's hands were clean and he did not wear any ornaments.

Hasn't he got Fu Ling at this time?

When and where did he get it?

Also, Song Zhong's files never mentioned that he had the experience of being a brothel boy, so when did this "past event" happen?