you are scary

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"Go away."

"I don't have time to play decryption games with you."

Song Nongmo and Bai Qianwan tacitly rejected Xiaokang Wang at the same time. The latter wailed, his body like a deflated ball suddenly shrank and shriveled, and was blown away by the wind into a pile of copper hydroxide precipitated powder, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dream ghosts, as the name suggests, are ghosts that inhabit human dreams most of the time, the original body of nightmares.

Do dream ghosts also dream?

"King Xiaokang claimed to be the eldest son of King Kang who died young in the early years of the Zheng Dynasty. His tomb has never been found, and his name is not found in the history books. The eldest son of King Kang he said is also someone else. Maybe this is just his imagination. It might be possible that traces were erased after death because of the unknown. He has always been worried about him, so don't worry about him." Song Nongmo had a troubled look on his face, "This kind of ancient ghost is the most troublesome, and it is not easy to manage. It’s hard to figure out what’s being said.”

"I see." Bai Qianwan nodded.

Song Nongmo's explanation was reasonable.The age is long, and many things are no longer testable. It is also possible that Xiaokang Wang himself has forgotten his identity during these more than 2000 years.

The phone vibrated, Song Nongmo looked down and said, "I'm going home first."

Probably because of Song Lan's affairs.

Bai Qianwan thought to himself that he had only channeled a psychic for Song Nongmo's family once, and that he got acquainted with the missing Song Lan by mistake, and he did a good deed.

After sending Song Nongmo to the elevator door, he stopped steadily at the door.When Song Nongmo pressed the elevator, he caught a glimpse of him wanting to say something but couldn't say it. He frowned and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Bai Qianwan said quite formally, "It's just... today's matter, sorry."

Song Nongmo's eyes stayed on his face for a while.

He was looking at the scars on Bai Qianwan's eyelids when he lowered his eyes.The wound was neither serious nor serious, and now scabs had formed. Bai Qianwan had never been a character who cherished his face, and he let this mark lie on his face at will, probably without applying medicine.

Something lightly touched Bai Qianwan's eyelids, and he lifted his eyelids in surprise, his long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

It was Song Nongmo's hand...

The elevator made the sound of starting.

"See you next time, I'm leaving."

Bai Qianwan watched the elevator close, and Song Nongmo disappeared.The warm finger touch and the bloody smell from the wound still seemed to stay on the eyelids, and now the appetite snake entrenched in the abdomen couldn't hold back and was about to move.

Song Nongmo had nothing to do with teasing him!

He ground his back teeth in distress, and called the waiter: "I want to eat."

The chef who served as a supporting service for RMB 666666 arrived at the exclusive kitchen battlefield after 5 minutes.While waiting for the food to be served, Bai Qianwan crossed his legs and played with his mobile phone in the living room.The waiter in black and red uniform with a smile disappeared for 5 minutes and then reappeared, and brought him a message: "Mr. Song has placed an order for you for a three-month suite service."

At that moment, the scene of banknotes flying in the air like a flock of frightened pigeons splashed in his mind.

In the few seconds of his brief shutdown, the game character fell headlong into the ditch, gameover.

Bai Qianwan put down his phone suspiciously, and touched his injured eyelid with his fingers: "It's too strange? What is Song Nong Motu?"

For the murderer's unidentified testimony, in order to get close to the suspect Bai, the criminal policeman Song Nongmohao spent a lot of money?Or, just to take care of old classmates who didn't mix well, high school dropouts with precarious jobs?

"This kind of thing is usually seen by the authorities." The waiter did not know why he had such a meaningful sigh. "Mr. Bai, if you don't understand it, you don't have to think about it. It's normal. Breakfast is ready..."

Breakfast was toast and orange juice.

After the shriveled and screaming stomach was filled, Bai Qianwan was able to fall asleep peacefully.Covered by the curtains, the huge master bedroom was dark, like late at night, and the best part was that there was no one else except him.This is one of the rare days in the past 20 years that he did not live and sleep with the ghosts.Anyway, I still have to thank Song Nongmo, he first took Xiaokang Wang away in anger, and then Mr. Song Lan.

On WeChat, he sent a [little s wipes her tears.gif] emoticon package, with the caption [thank you so much].

Song Nongmo didn't reply immediately, he was probably dealing with family affairs.Bai Qianwan turned off his phone and fell asleep peacefully.

Not surprisingly, he started dreaming again.

This time the dream was extraordinary...

Xiaokang Wang's strange young dark blue face appeared in front of Bai Qianwan's eyes. With a slight movement of his body and a change of perspective, Xiaokang Wang's full picture was finally revealed.He was lying on the bed, his monster-like blue body was weak and sweaty, and one wondered if the sheets under him would be stained by his sweat.

In front of Bai Qianwan who suddenly appeared beside his bed, Xiaokang Wang didn't move at all, even his eyes were as calm as water, not disturbed by waves.

"Sorry." Bai Qianwan suddenly realized that he was still in a dream, "I forgot that this is the setting. In your dream, has it progressed to this moment?"

What he meant was that King Xiaokang was dying.

It was obvious that he was recruiting himself to find the cause of death, and now Xiaokang Wang is almost dead, so how can he find it?The murderer might have slipped away long ago.

"Listen..." Xiaokang Wang suddenly struggled to sit up, and said into Bai Qianwan's ear, "The wizard is here, he may know why, go, if you find out the truth, come back and tell me."

So in the dream, he was still a mouthpiece between the world and the underworld?And it is a megaphone that was once suspected of being a murderer, so similar to reality.

Bai Qianwan was slightly disappointed, and still said: "Okay, I'll go right away, but who is the wizard?"

"You'll know when you go." Xiaokang Wang had a vague smile on his face.

"wizard……"

Are there wizards these days?

Wait, these days? ...

After carefully observing the interior decoration, Bai Qianwan was convinced that Xiaokang Wang's status as "the eldest son of King Zheng Chaokang in ancient times" was purely fabricated, and when he glanced at Xiaokang Wang moaning in pain on the bed, he felt a little more sympathy.

This bedroom, this crystal chandelier, and this bedside table, don't they look like a luxury suite in XXXXXX Hotel?Even the decoration and the style of the lily floor are exactly the same.

Just as Song Nongmo guessed, Xiaokang Wang has forgotten who he is during the 2000 years of wandering. This dream is a fusion of Xiaokang Wang’s memory and reality. It is a modern overhead dream with royal family, wizards, and perhaps the succession of the throne. .

From the elevator down to earth, as soon as it landed, a waiter with a happy face led Bai Qianwan to the parking lot.

However, what is parked in the huge underground parking lot of the hotel is not all kinds of luxury cars, but many miniature spaceships.About the size of a small car, round and floating above the ground, the color is bright and lovely.When the cabin door opened, there were only two seats, and Bai Qianwan sat in with novelty.

After the waiter operated and set the destination, the spaceship whizzed away from the horizon, and the blue air flow at the tail splashed and flew into the arms of the unknown wizard.The night scene of the dark universe and the gradually shrinking blue star of the earth just flashed by, and the dream was like an eight-fold speed setting, and he had already arrived at another scene in the blink of an eye.

This is a meeting room or something, with a huge long table on the right hand side, empty.There is only one figure on the left sofa.After a little hesitation, Bai Qianwan walked over.

The man in front of him was wearing a formal suit, as if he had just finished an important meeting, he was sitting upright, his legs were long and straight - just by looking at these legs, he could recognize who this long-legged brother was.

The expression on Bai Qianwan's face was suddenly covered with dark clouds, cloudy and sunny.

... After a long time, the wizard that Xiaokang Wang talked about was Song Nongmo?

"I'm here to ask you 'why'." Bai Qianwan's eyes became more disappointed, his body below his eyebrows was already flooded with disappointment, the water pressure was pressing heavily on his chest, he seemed to be in a deep-water swimming pool, "telling For my 'reason', I have to go back to the business earlier, lest King Xiaokang die first. If I didn't do it, please clarify for me." His tone was sad, and he conveyed King Xiaokang's words without even embellishing them.

"Don't worry."

Song Nongmo laughed softly, and suddenly took Bai Qianwan's hand, those delicious hands overlapped with his, it looked extraordinarily real, not a dream.

"Actually, do you have cannibalism?"

The wizard's words are like spells.

Song Nongmo's left hand was clean and slender, and there was a vague smell of woody perfume.

Bai Qianwan was dazzled, his teeth that were about to move had already bit the first joint of Song Nongmo's thumb, and the tip of his tongue was gently licking the sensitive fingertips, and a surge of pleasure rushed through his body instantly.

In the next second, the index finger in the mouth disappeared.The wizard withdrew his hand thoughtfully.

"Just go with the flow and bite, I don't have cannibalism."

Facing Song Nongmo's slightly puzzled eyes, Bai Qianwan spoke eloquently, probably because he didn't need to be responsible for his dreams, he changed his usual guilty conscience, and his eyes were extremely clear and pure - he said it as if it was true.

In the corner of his eyes, there was a deep tooth mark on Song Nongmo's bent index finger.

Song Nongmo lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know much about King Xiaokang, but it wasn't something you did."

"Really?" Bai Qianwan absently touched the back of his hand, "Then what should I do?"

"Perhaps you should ask His Majesty."

In the world of Xiaokang Wang, there really is a throne... Who is His Majesty?

Could it be that King Xiaokang is really the eldest son of a certain royal family?That would be strange, if the royal family had such a blue-skinned, deformed four-handed child, they probably wouldn't live to adulthood.

Bai Qianwan wondered, "I'll ask the emperor why?"

The wizard Song Nongmo rubbed the tooth marks on his index finger, and said casually, "Because you are the prince. Maybe it's more appropriate for you to ask?"

Bai Qianwan let out a strange cry: "Huh?"

Prince!

In Xiaokang Wang's dream, Bai Qianwan was actually the emperor's son?

"By the way," Song Nongmo suddenly smiled softly. His brows and eyes were full of ambiguity. It may be true feelings, or it may be the filter that comes with the dream. "You in this world are also... weird and cute."

this world?He realized that he was not the original Bai Qianwan?

What kind of strange adjective is cute?

The sense of familiarity from the fingertips to the head came back again, the body was like a large racing track, being run over by a sports car named "deja vu", Bai Qianwan's voice was suddenly at a loss: "I really can't remember you things about..."

"why?"

The wizard's voice was still veritaserum, dizzying.

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly slammed into the door.

A strange man broke into the room and screamed, "King Xiaokang is dead!"

Bai Qianwan shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Oops, I seem to have done something terrible in my dream," he muttered to himself, "Sure enough, if you hold it in for a long time, accidents will happen easily. Don't bite off the wizard's finger."

"Is this how you feel after dreaming?"

There was a male voice gnashing his teeth beside him, and when he looked up, a tearful blue face suddenly appeared.

"So you were not killed by me at all, sorry." Bai Qianwan patted his cold shoulder, and in his phone, he casually searched for the emperor who believed in witchcraft. There was indeed such an emperor in the Zheng Dynasty with the surname of Qi more than 2000 years ago, and there is no record of other "well-off kings".

"So angry, so angry!" Xiaokang Wang lay on the bed and cried loudly.

Bai Qianwan casually said a few words of comfort, and then flipped through the vernacular under the electronic history book.The emperor was superstitious about witchcraft, and his last wizard, whose surname was unknown, won the emperor's trust.The technique was even left by the emperor to the prince, who later became the new emperor.

Song Nongmo in both dreams and real stories mixed like a fish in water... He is really a winner in life.

However, having said that, could it be that Song Nongmo also had the same dream?

This is not good.