After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Although the schedule was interrupted, the guests have not received any news from the director team.But there are variety show cafes, and after discovering that Yan Shixun, who is a tour guide, has no plans to organize guests to do shows, he consciously took over the task of invigorating the atmosphere of variety shows.

Since there is no way to go camping on Wild Wolf Peak to watch the night view according to the original plan, the variety show cafe has prepared a lot of small games, intending to let the guests interact, so that the audience in front of the camera will not be bored.

However, it was rejected by Yan Shixun.

This made the variety show fans a little astonished: "But it's still very early before bedtime. If we end now, we will have nothing to do today. Will the show be too boring?"

The rest of the newly joined guests also thought so.

what sleep?Going out to participate in a variety show is work or relaxation. How can you have the opportunity to win the attention of the audience if you don't appear on the scene?They're here to get traffic.

"Playing games?" Yan Shixun said meaningfully: "Is the game playing you, or are you playing games? It's almost midnight, be careful of being played by games."

The variety show guy didn't understand, but based on his experience in the entertainment industry, he thought that Yan Shixun was upset that he stole his limelight and organized everyone to play games.

Immediately, he looked at Yan Shixun with uneasy eyes: "Although the director is not here, I still want to do my job well and support this show. If Brother Yan wants to make the show by himself, I will I have no objection, just don't make it so that when we meet up with the director tomorrow, the director finds out that the effect of the program has not come out."

Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket and casually walked towards his room: "Then let me put it another way - do you know that most of the animals in the mountains have phototaxis? Where there is light and heat, and where there are people, they will go there. Will the animals in the mountains go down the mountain at night to look for food? Can you confirm? You saw it when you came here. There is only this mountain temple nearby. There is no way to ask for help. If you encounter an animal attack, what should you do? ?”

"My understanding of the tour guide is not to take you to play games, as long as you are guaranteed to be alive." Yan Shixun snorted, laughing without warmth: "As long as Zhang Wubing's program can continue, don't let him die because of death." Some people stop the broadcast, and the rest has nothing to do with me."

Yan Shixun raised his eyes, and looked at the variety show cafe with those beautiful but sharp eyes, so that the variety show cafe could see clearly that he was serious.

Rather than the trivial and meaningless reasons guessed by variety show cafes.

——Those disgusted emotions are all written on his face.

In the eyes of Yan Shixun, who has seen too many people and ghosts, variety show cafes are as clear and easy to understand as a piece of glass, and micro expressions and body language cannot be hidden.

He said that he is a person who will not form karma with others at will, unless he forms a yin and yang contract with him and delivers a commission, or he is already entangled with him like Zhang Wubing.Otherwise, even if someone cried out for help in front of him, he would just turn a blind eye and walk by.

Do you know that the result of this time is not the cause of the past?

If he intervenes at will because of a momentary soft-heartedness, how can he know that he is not destroying the evil consequences that others should eat?Unless he can be sure that the person asking for help has not committed any evil deeds before, he will not bother.

The variety show guy didn't know Yan Shixun's real thoughts, but what he said was very reasonable, which made the variety show guy hesitate.

After all, this variety show is different from the ones he participated in in the past, and now the support staff have separated from them again. If anything happens, they can only rely on themselves. Personal safety is indeed very important...

An Nanyuan seemed to understand, but he realized something from Yan Shixun's tone, and then contacted what happened to Rourou and others in the bathroom before... His expression changed instantly, and he pulled Song Resign and go to the room.

The young master, who was still watching the fun with his arms folded, had a blank expression on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." An Nanyuan's tone was firm: "Brother Yan is right, it's too late now, you can't stay up late when you are still growing your body."

Song Ci was annoyed: "I'm an adult!"

But An Nanyuan's daily training as an idol far surpassed that of ordinary people, and Song Ci couldn't match his hand strength at all, so he was directly pulled into the room.

Amid the protests in Song Ci, "I still want to watch ghosts with Yan Shixun! Don't stop me!", "I don't sleep, how can there be ghosts when I sleep! Don't they all say that ghosts appear at night?" and so on. , An Nanyuan hurriedly said good night to Yan Shixun with a smile, and promised that he would never open the door unless Yan Shixun came to look for him in person, then he closed the door with a bang.

Seeing this, Bai Shuang immediately pulled the "roommate" actress Rou Rou, and ran back to the room as fast as if a ghost was chasing him.

As soon as he hesitated, four guests ran away from the variety show: "..."

Yan Shixun smirked: "If you are worried that the program will be boring, you can broadcast your own split screen."

The variety show cafe let out a discouraged "hum", then turned and walked to the room: "Sleep, it's boring."

In the corridor that was still lively just now, it suddenly became quiet.

Yan Shixun glanced at his watch, it was already past 11 o'clock, he couldn't get up to ask about the situation of the inspection of the hall, so he had to prepare to go back to the room, and set off after everyone fell asleep.

But as soon as he took his long legs, he was blocked by the director's assistant.

When everyone was present before, the man deliberately lowered his sense of presence. He was tall and handsome, but none of the guests noticed him.

However, at this time, when he stood in front of Yan Shixun, it was as if the frosted glass that looked at the mountains in the fog had been removed, and his tall and strong body was like a moat, blocking Yan Shixun's way.

The sense of presence suddenly increased.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "This time the clothes are wet again, or what?"

The director's assistant seemed to smile: "Yan... Shi Xun, have you forgotten that I don't have a room yet. Are you really going to let me sleep outside? It's rainy and cold. I can sit at the door of your room." So, if you kill someone in your dream, I will open the door and leave."

The man pronounced Yan Shixun's name very charmingly, several syllables were vaguely glued together, like some kind of implied intimacy, which only exists among the closest people.

But for some reason, every time Yan Shixun heard a man calling his name, he felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was so irritable that he wanted to hit the man with a thunderbolt.

Yan Shixun sneered: "Bai Shuang just has a room vacant. If you want to sleep, you can sleep. If you don't sleep, I will collect the body for you when you wake up tomorrow morning."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shixun walked towards the man without avoiding or dodging, the muscles of his arms were tense, and he was ready to fall back and overturn the man if the man hindered him again.

The man's eyes slid down and landed on the faintly stretched muscle lines on Yan Shixun's shirt, so he shrugged his shoulders, turned his body sideways with a smile in his eyes, and let Yan Shixun pass.

"Then, good night."

If you are really going to bed.

Yan Shixun looked at the director's assistant who suddenly changed his attitude, looked at him for two seconds in bewilderment, and then re-entered his room.

The hallway lights went out.

The mountain temple was also plunged into darkness.

Amidst the majestic and astonishing torrential rain, the mountains and fields were pitch-black, only two bright red lanterns lit up on the eaves of the gate of the mountain temple.

Like some kind of monster, it grinned grinningly and opened its red eyes, squatting on its prey with greed and hunger.

There are no villages or people in the boundless fields, only the crops have been knocked down by the heavy rain, swaying helplessly back and forth in the wind and rain.

In the field, the scarecrow in red raised his head, revealing a face of white paper money.

The two black eyeballs on it, as if they had been washed away by the rainstorm, formed a black imprint on the white paper money, winding down like weeping.

And its mouth was bright red, as if it was laughing crazily.

Washed by a lot of rain, the part of the long red pole that penetrated the scarecrow from head to toe and sank into the field began to loosen.

The scarecrow swayed in the wind, and then, its straw limbs in red clothes moved.

It raised its two hands, and moved forward stiffly, uprooting the long pole that had begun to loosen from the ground, and its feet landed firmly on the ground.

The scarecrow turned his head slowly, and finally aimed his completely black eyes at the red mountain temple in the distance.

In the darkness, these two red lights pointed out the direction for all creatures in the night.

In a field of muddy and fallen messy crops, the scarecrow carried a long red pole that pierced from the head, giggling and slowly walking towards the mountain temple.

The red clothes on it were washed away by the rain, and every time it took a step, red water fell on its feet, like bloody footprints.

"Mountain God, the anniversary of the death of the mountain god... cluck... woooooooooo..."

The hoarse and cold strange laughter echoed in the open field.

And in the farmland all over the mountains and plains, scarecrows raised their heads one after another.

They grinned, and the faces of the white paper money looked like a naughty child's scribbling, washed away by the rain, red, red, black and black mixed together, not like a human face.

"Mountain God..."

The scarecrow pulled up the long red pole that supported it.

"The birthday of the mountain god..."

Scarecrow's black tears meandered down his face.

"The day of the death of the mountain god..."

At the Scarecrow's feet—

Full of blood.

Do not look down.

……

"Is the air conditioner turned on too much?"

Zhang Wubing rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and muttered strangely: "Why does it feel like a refrigerator? Are you all cold?"

However, among the guests in the car, no one answered him.

The guests sitting in their seats all hung their heads in a stiff posture, sitting upright and motionless like paper-stitched people, so that they couldn't see their faces clearly.

No one spoke, the car was eerily quiet, and the chill spread quietly.

So Zhang Wubing, who originally wanted to seek approval and turn up the air conditioner, was left there in embarrassment.

He twisted his body uncomfortably, coughed, then turned to Yan Shixun who was beside him and asked, "Brother Yan, are you cold? How about we turn up the air conditioner?"

Brother Yan will definitely resolve his embarrassment!

However, Yan Shixun just twisted his neck slowly and stiffly, like a corpse that has been dead for a long time and stiff, not even turning his cloudy eyeballs, his gaze fell directly on Zhang Wubing.

"Is it cold? I think this temperature is just right. Zhang Wubing, you will gradually get used to it." Yan Shixun smiled stiffly and with difficulty, like a piece of frozen meat trying to make an expression: "You will also like this temperature Yes, I promise."

Zhang Wubing looked at Yan Shixun expectantly: "Uh... I will try my best, although I think the temperature is about the same as that of a dead person."

Zhang Wubing has always been what his brother Yan said, and he didn't refute it at this time, he just thought that his brother Yan was mocking him for being coquettish and unable to bear hardships.

The lights in the car became dimmer and dimmer as it drove, and I could barely see things around me.Zhang Wubing couldn't see Yan Shixun's expression, but he felt a chill coming from his surroundings, which made him shiver.

Zhang Wubing couldn't help muttering: Why is it like bumping into a ghost?But brother Yan is sitting next to him, can't he?

But when he turned his head and looked at the darkness in front of the car again, he asked a puzzled "Huh?"

"Driver, did you forget to turn on the high beams? Can you see the road clearly? It's safer to turn on the lights in such a dark road, and it will also make it easier for the director's car to find us..."

When it came to this, Zhang Wubing got stuck.

Only then did he realize that the car had been driving for a while, but he hadn't seen the director's car.But logically speaking, before he got off the director's car, he had asked them to stop on the side of the road and wait for him, and it took him only ten minutes to run back, so he should have met the director's car by now.

what happened?Did director Che run away without telling him?Or did the guest car go the wrong way?

Zhang Wubing, who trusted Yan Shixun very much, asked directly, and Yan Shixun replied: "Changed the route, not moving forward."

"Ah?" Zhang Wubing was at a loss.

"It's so dark, let's go to the villager's house and stay overnight."

In the darkness, Zhang Wubing heard the figure over there laughing and saying, "We'll be there soon."

It's just that the voice was so cold that Zhang Wubing shivered, a little scared.

Before Zhang Wubing, who was racking his brains, figured it out, the car drove across the field and into the village.

Through the car window blurred by the rain curtain, Zhang Wubing could vaguely see a few streaks of red flashing across the field, like red cloth strips fluttering. He couldn't help being a little strange: Is it a custom on Yelang Peak?Tie the red cloth in the field?

"Here, get out of the car."

Yan Shixun opened the car door, roughly grabbed Zhang Wubing's arm, and carried him to the car.

Zhang Wubing didn't have time to react for a while, and his head hit the wall of the car next to him. The pain made tears well up in his eyes: "Eh? Eh??? Brother Yan, what's wrong with you, it hurts."

Inexplicably, he didn't want to get out of the car, even though Yan Shixun, whom he trusted and relied on, was pulling him.

But when Zhang Wubing turned back hastily, he found that the guest was standing behind him at some point, looking straight at him silently.

Seeing him struggling and even grabbing the pole of the car next to him and refusing to get out of the car, the guest smiled: "Zhang Wubing, he can't sleep in the car, right?"

Other guests also echoed: "Zhang is not sick, he is cold."

"Zhang Wubing, go down, we are waiting for you."

"Zhang Wubing..."

……

The high and low voices overlapped in one place, like a hollow echo.

Although Zhang Wubing instinctively felt that something was wrong, he was still shaken by what the guests and Yan Shixun said.

Indeed, he is the director, he has to take care of all the guests, he can't let all the guests sleep in the car just because he is afraid, and now all the guests have expressed their dissatisfaction, he can't be so selfish.

Thinking in this way, Zhang Wubing let go of the hand holding the pole, and was immediately dragged by Yan Shixun extremely forcefully and rudely, staggered and stumbled down the steps, and got out of the car.

I don't know if it's Zhang Wubing's eyesight, or the illusion caused by the angle, but he actually felt that the moment his feet landed on the ground, all the guests standing quietly on the car were like shadowy ghosts, and they looked down from a condescending height. with him.

laughing.

Zhang Wubing was frightened by his own thoughts, and quickly stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, fearing that his eyes might be dazzled.

But the next moment, he felt that Yan Shixun was pulling his arms to stand up, pushing him forward.

At the end of the path, the door of a cottage opened with a "creak!", and the cold air mixed with the dim light poured out, and Zhang Wubing's face was blown.

The person who came out of the door smiled stiffly and was full of lifelessness: "It's a guest who wants to stay overnight, please come in, please come in."

"It's been a long time since we've seen a stranger in our village, and we just like people like you..."

When it comes to the last syllable, the villager's tone of voice is vague. If you distinguish it carefully, it sounds like he is talking about "a stranger".

Zhang Wubing was pushed to the front of the room, and he staggered a few times before barely standing upright.

Then, when he raised his head, through the gap between the door and the villagers, he saw a black and white portrait on the table in the house.

The young man on the portrait seemed to be aware of Zhang Wubing's gaze, he moved his eyes, slowly turned to look at Zhang Wubing, and grinned greedily.

Zhang Wubing took a deep breath, his scalp numb.

"Brother Yan! Brother Yan has ghosts!!!"

But this time, "Yan Shixun" standing behind Zhang Wubing did not move.

"Yan Shixun" just stood with those "guests", like a ghostly shadow, not saying a word, just standing quietly behind the stranger, greedily and maliciously patrolling the stranger with cold eyes figure.

……

Yan Shixun suddenly opened his eyes, quickly rolled over and got out of bed, his slender body was tense, and he had already prepared a counterattack posture to face the attack.

His sharp knife-like eyes looked around the dark room, and he listened to the movement around him for a long time. After confirming that there was no sign of Zhang Wubing, he relaxed slowly. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed in doubt.

Maybe it was a delusion, or maybe it was a day-to-day dream and a night-dream, but just now he felt that he heard Zhang Wubing's voice asking for help.

Are you too worried about that guy?

Yan Shixun was a little puzzled, and sneered at his current state.

He is not Zhang Wubing's father, why worry so much?Even if Zhang Wubing is used to coquettishly hugging his thighs and calling him "Father" is so straightforward that he has no psychological burden, but he doesn't have such a big and stupid son.

Yan Shixun snorted, then raised his watch to check the time.

one point twenty.

It was less than two hours since everyone entered the room, but it was as if everyone had fallen asleep, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

But when the child was born, Yan Shixun could do divination and ask the gods, which made him a little relieved.

For people who catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits all the year round, not being able to divination and asking gods is equivalent to being abolished with one eye. They can only see things in the world, but not things in the world.It is extremely disadvantageous in the face of ferocious evil spirits.

Therefore, it is extremely dangerous for people like them who have one foot in the yang world and one foot in the underworld when they can't ask the hexagrams, but at the same time they are still haunted by ghosts.

Nothing happened at Zishi, which reassured Yan Shixun a little, and the irritability in his heart calmed down.

Ever since he realized that the mountain god might have gone wrong and no longer protected one side of the mountain, Yan Shixun became visibly irritable.

The sense of disobedience that had been constantly emerging in my heart before finally gathered in one place, forming a whole group of questions that urgently needed to be answered.

Since a hundred years ago, the Dao of the Gods has declined, and many sects of inheritance are shocked to find that they can no longer communicate with the gods, ghosts, and ancestors they enshrine. It will no longer appear, and there is a hidden trend that the avenue will fall.

But even under such a terrible disaster for the gods, the mountain gods here can still exist, and they have blessed the villagers and given them many years of prosperity.

Otherwise, Yan Shixun would not have sensed the existence of the God of Righteousness here.

After the avenue collapsed, God relied on people's words.

Human words and beliefs can change or even kill a god, making him disappear forever in the world.

What happened to the mountain god that led to the current situation?If the mountain god has fallen, then what is it that stays here to accept the worship of the villagers and even guarantee the efficacy of the mountain temple?

Yan Shixun is very clear that people do not have unconditional belief in the gods, they must worship the gods if they can give them benefits.

Since according to the middle-aged Taoist priest and the villagers, the mountain temple is extremely important to the villagers, and temple fairs and sacrifices are held from time to time, it means that the mountain temple must be extremely effective and can satisfy the villagers' wishes and requirements.

Otherwise, the mountain temple here should have been like the other mountain temples where the mountain god died. Because they could not respond to the wishes of the villagers, they could no longer have incense, slowly fell into disrepair, and finally became a temple in the mountains and roadsides. A barren house.

However, since the mountain god can have the position of righteous god, it proves that all the creatures in the vicinity trust him.

Can the thing in the mountain temple that responds to the villagers instead of the righteous god who has gone wrong really do this?Where does strength come from?

The more he straightened out his thoughts, the more Yan Shixun realized that there was a missing piece in his thinking, unable to integrate the whole truth.

Perhaps, those two abnormal villagers, and the strange main hall of the mountain temple, can find clues.

Thinking this way, Yan Shixun pushed open the door after confirming that there was no sound of anyone walking or breathing outside.His nimble figure fell silently on the ground of the corridor, and quickly walked towards the main hall, merging with the darkness.

At the same time, the director's assistant who was alone in the room suddenly opened his eyes.

Although when talking to Yan Shixun, it seems that he attaches great importance to sleep, as if he has to sleep in the room to feel at ease.

But when the man really monopolized a room, he didn't sleep at all, and he didn't even lie down on the bed.

He was sitting tall and straight on the chair. After taking off his peaked cap, his long black hair was scattered all over his shoulders. A few black marks on his temples were covered by the long hair, and a few strands of hair were scattered in front of his eyes, but he couldn't hide the look in his eyes at all. Come heavy and majestic.

Even though the room is simple, what you sit on is just an old wooden chair.But the man is as calm and majestic as if sitting on a high platform, and the surroundings are like a majestic palace, which is intimidating.

From the moment he entered the room, he has been closing his eyes and meditating, with almost no sound of breathing. In the quiet room, he quietly listened to Yan Shixun's steady breathing from the next room. Xun judged Yan Shixun's intentions and movements from the changing breathing rate just now.

But he didn't stop Yan Shixun, or be with Yan Shixun.

Instead, after the sound of Yan Shixun's footsteps had disappeared in the room, he slowly got up and looked in the direction Yan Shixun was going through the wall.

"Are you aware of something wrong with the mountain god? It's much faster than I expected." The man smiled lightly: "Would you be happy if I praised you, the ghost exorcist in the world."

He seemed to be asking himself a question, not expecting an answer.

Of course, no one could hear what he said.The only one who heard—

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bone breaking resounded in the room.

The man flipped his palm, and the black mist that suddenly rushed out from his palm turned into a roaring black beast, and rushed straight to the bottom of the bed.

Suddenly, there was a sound of struggling and thumping, which kept ringing in the small space under the bed, like some kind of rat animal's sharp claws scratching the bed board and the ground, the sound was ear-piercing and toothache.

At the same time, there was a sharp and shrill scream, mixed with the sound of "squeak", which was not like a human voice.

But the only listener didn't care.

He didn't even fluctuate in his expression, his black eyes were icy cold, as if he was used to this kind of scene, and he couldn't disturb his thoughts in the slightest.

Just a few seconds after meeting each other, the struggling and screaming of the thing under the bed gradually weakened.

The black beast got out of the bed with a huge and furry thing in its mouth, casually threw the thing on the ground, and it turned into black mist again and dissipated in the air.

The man lowered his eyes slightly.

Lying on the ground was a mouse more than half a meter long.

Its tawny fat body was twitching constantly, its fur was covered with blood from his own body, and its neck had already been bitten off.

Two huge yellow fangs protruding from its mouth gleamed sharply in the dim light of the room, like daggers.

It can be foreseen that if a person or an ordinary animal falls into its mouth, it may be bitten to death within a few strokes.

However, such a murderous creature is lying on its back on the icy ground at this time, and the remaining consciousness makes it twitch and turn up and down with those small black bean-like eyes, trying to see clearly who killed him. What.

It has been here for many years and swallowed so many nutrients, how could it be injured by those damned human Taoist priests!

The man noticed the movement of the giant rat, but he quickly withdrew his gaze indifferently and lost interest.

It seemed that such a filthy thing didn't even have the right to fall into his eyes.

"You still want to attack me."

The man's voice was indifferent with a sense of condescending and looking down: "You don't know what you can do."

Just when the consciousness half fell into the boundary between life and death, and the face of the person who killed it could not be seen clearly, the giant rat suddenly twitched and froze instantly.

——At the moment when it half-sinked into the underworld, it suddenly realized the possible identity of that person from this similar breath.

How, how is it possible!How could such a big man appear in Yangjian!

The giant mouse, which had already opened its mind because of the nourishment, was full of remorse, regretting the act of going to this room today to ambush a stranger.

It's just that the road to the underworld is straight and never returns. Even if the giant rat regrets or wants to warn his companions, it is too late.

In its ears, the sound of the chains of ghost messengers has already sounded.

……

The room was empty again.

The corpse of the giant rat that was thrown on the ground just now has disappeared.

The man stretched his long legs and walked towards the door.

"Squeak..."

The screams and the sound of the door opening made An Nanyuan sleep unsteadily in his dream. He woke up from the nightmare with a hideous face, and suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily with sweat all over his body.

Just after he calmed down his beating heart a little bit, and let himself out of the world of the nightmare, he slowly let out a breath, and then casually looked to the side.

Then, An Nanyuan met a pair of eyes that had been silently watching him with resentment.

An Nanyuan: "!!!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whoa ! ! !

An Nanyuan was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, his heart stopped beating for an instant, his mouth was opened wide, and his bones kept making "cluck" and colliding sounds, and a high-pitched scream was about to be squeezed out of his throat.

I heard the owner of the eyes next to me say, "What's your expression? Are you so happy to see that I can't sleep?"

There's a ghost ah ah ah... huh?Does this sound sound familiar?

The mad scream in An Nanyuan's heart suddenly stopped.

He blinked suspiciously, and looked at the pair of eyes next to him again.

Uh, this face seems familiar too... Like, Song Ci like the new guest of the program group, the young master?

"How can you sleep so soundly? Also, didn't you say that you will not disturb me if you sleep well? You are lying. "

Song Ci opened his eyes with resentment, and said, "I have insomnia because of you."

An Nanyuan: ...Oh, it's really Song Ci.

He let out a long breath, his beating heart fell back into his chest, feeling exhausted that he had regained his life.

"Young master, what are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? People who scare people will scare people to death. Do you know how scary it is that you stare at others sleeping without saying a word?"

Song Ci disliked: "? You are so timid."

An Nanyuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, feeling tired: "Whoever it is, will be scared to death when they open their eyes and find someone looking at them, okay?"

"Okay, then I apologize to you." Although he didn't quite understand what An Nanyuan said, Song Ci still realized that he had frightened him, so he apologized obediently.

However, as soon as the subject changed, he immediately complained: "Didn't you say that you sleep well and can't talk in your sleep? You are a big liar!"

Song Ci said: "At first I couldn't fall asleep because I couldn't go with Yan Shixun to see what ghosts look like. I finally fell asleep counting sheep, and you suddenly yelled, "There are ghosts! "Woke me up, I asked you where you were and you didn't tell me, that's when I realized you were dreaming."

"Ah? Me?" An Nanyuan rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I didn't know that I still have the habit of talking in my sleep..."

Song Ci's eyes were full of resentment, and said: "Not only that, but you kept kicking me with your hands and feet, and kept throwing yourself on the bed, saying, "Run!" ","do not come! "And so on, what kind of dream did you have? Do you sleepwalk? Didn't Yan Shixun say that he likes killing people in his dreams, and you are the same?"

"Will I still do these?"

An Nanyuan looked dazed. He wanted to apologize to Song Ci who had disturbed his sleep, but suddenly stopped.

Song Ci's words helped him recall the nightmare just now.

In the dream, he saw Brother Yan leaving the room.

The fact that all the guests in the entire room lost Yan Shixun's protection made An Nanyuan in his dream extremely nervous, so he wanted to get out of bed to chase after him, but he didn't expect that the ankle that fell on the ground was caught by someone just as soon as he got out of bed. A furry hand grabbed him and dragged him to the ground, trying to drag him into the shadows under the bed.

In the dream, An Nanyuan raised his head and looked under the bed, and saw a pair of small eyes emitting a faint red light in the darkness. The monster grinned at him, and even the saliva flowed down its sharp teeth dripped out.

Even he could smell the stench coming from the monster's mouth.

The smell of fermented corpses mixed with the smell of blood made An Nanyuan almost nauseated.

An Nanyuan, whose half of his legs were dragged under the bed, began to struggle violently. He grabbed the railing at the foot of the bed with both hands and feet, trying to pull his legs out, and kept kicking and beating the monster. His mouth was still in a mess. Shouting "Go to hell!", "Brother Yan, hurry up and save me!", "There is a ghost!", "Get out! Don't come near me!" and so on.

In the dream, An Nanyuan was so frightened that he didn't even know what he was yelling, but he was still no match for the huge power of the monster, and was gradually dragged under the bed. He could even feel the monster opening its bloody basin He took a big mouth, wanting to eat his flesh and blood bit by bit.

He cried so much that his face was full of tears, and in the end he knew he was calling Yan Shixun's name.

After listening to An Nanyuan's brief description of his nightmare, Song Ci was very interested in this topic, and hadn't listened enough to ask: "And then? How did you escape in the end?"

"Of course I couldn't run away." An Nanyuan sighed: "I was almost eaten by that monster in my dream, but I suddenly heard a door opening from the next door, and before I could figure it out, I suddenly Waking up from a dream."

Song Ci was a little disappointed with the answer: "Oh."

An Nanyuan: "...Why are you disappointed! Are you disappointed that I didn't die?"

"No." Song Ci curled his lips and said in disgust, "Go and wipe off your sweat, I can already smell sweat."

"Is the smell so strong?" An Nanyuan smiled awkwardly, got up and got out of bed, ready to get the wet wipes on the other side.

If you go out, you will never go out. Since Brother Yan said that there will be danger here, he will never open the door.

What's more, he just had such a terrible dream.

However, as soon as An Nanyuan's feet hit the ground, before he could stand firmly, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a cold claw.

An Nanyuan took a breath and looked down tremblingly——

The claws protruded from under the bed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, brother Yan, help me!!!"