C94 Nightmare

The Mr. Zhao was trying his best to brag about himself, but I just laughed when I heard him. What could be happier than surviving a disaster?

I thought we were doomed, that we would become lambs waiting to be slaughtered, that we would be manipulated by others. Who would have thought that the Mr. Zhao would launch a desperate counterattack and save us all.

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Just what method did you use? Why isn't the Bewitching working on you? "

Mr. Zhao scratched his head and said: "I don't know either, maybe I learned some secret techniques before losing my memories?"

I keep having the feeling that Mr. Zhao is lying, but I have no way to blame him, because he used amnesia as an excuse and you have no way to verify it.

I said to Mr. Zhao, "Hurry up and cure us of the poison. My head is starting to spin. "

Mr. Zhao was silent. "I don't know how to cure the poison."

My eyes widened. "Really?" Am I going to sit like this all my life? can't move anymore? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "That's not true either. Bewitching was a type of smoke that could confuse a person's soul. However, as he breathed in and out, it was slowly being discharged. You'll recover in a few hours at most. This thing, in the end, is just a sweat medicine, and is not fatal. "

Relieved, I slipped and fell to the ground. My eyelids felt heavy as I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Didn't the incense go out? Why do I still feel sleepy? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "You have already absorbed the bewitching soul. The poison has been accumulating in your body and is currently corroding your soul. Therefore, later on, you will fall asleep and be trapped in a nightmare. "

I shivered in fear and asked anxiously, "Then what should I do?" Think of a way to save me. "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Every five minutes, I will ring the bell and at the same time ring the bell, I will place my hand on your head and you can just walk towards the sound of the bell in your dreams. When the time comes, I will guide you out of your dreams and return to the human world. "

I nodded and muttered, "Five minutes, five minutes …"

The Mr. Zhao said, "You don't need to remember this time. In a nightmare, time is chaotic. It's five minutes outside, maybe a year or a month in the dream. "

I was on the verge of breaking down. "Let me stay in the nightmare for a year? Second Uncle, you should shake it every second. "

Mr. Zhao disagreed, "Are you planning to tire me to death?"

Then he reassured me, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with having a nightmare. If your spirit is strong enough, you can achieve what you want in your dreams. "

I said, "Is that still a nightmare?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Perhaps the result will be a little scary, but you have already enjoyed the process. Oh right, you're in the same enchantment as A Chang and Xia Xin, so your dreams should be together. "Hmm …" In your dreams, you will encounter the most terrifying things in each other. "

I wailed, "Just kill me. This is a nightmare multiplied by three."

Mr. Zhao laughed slyly: "You've lost, you must know your luck. Don't you have the chance to save a beauty now? Anyway, this is just a dream. What's there to be afraid of? In short, when you see them, just bring them out on the way. "

I nodded. At this time, my eyelids had already become extremely heavy. I yawned and said to Mr. Zhao, "Don't delay matters with Grandpa Gu! Do your best to torture his body and get him to hand over the fan. "

However, my tongue and mouth are a bit out of control. These words are so vague that even I can't hear them clearly.

Mr. Zhao probably didn't hear it either, because he went close to my ear and said loudly, "While we're at it, I want to see Xia Xin's history. This time in the nightmare, she was unprepared. "

I thought: Where did Xia Xin come from? Didn't we already know that she came from Hades?

Then I fell asleep.

It was a strange experience to go from being awake to dreaming. When I woke up, I was lying in a dark place, and I didn't know how I'd gotten here.

I tried to remember, but I could only remember meaningless fragments.

I tried to look up, to see where I was. It wasn't dark, but it was dark, and my eyes weren't used to the light.

After a few seconds, I finally saw clearly that I was lying on the back of a person, holding a lantern in his hand and walking with difficulty with his back towards me.

I curiously asked, "Who are you?"

That person ignored me and continued to stride forward.

I patted his shoulder. "Hey, why are you carrying me?"

Then my hand sank. Did I smash this man's shoulder? I broke out in a cold sweat, and then I saw that his shoulders were papery.

This was a paper man.

I screamed, struggled, and finally fell off him.

The paper man stopped and turned around slowly with the lantern in his hand. I saw that his face was blurred, as if it had been painted by a poor painter. He looked at me with the lantern, then put it down on the curb and stretched out his hands, awkwardly trying to carry me again.

I pushed him hard, but my body felt weak. I didn't push him, but instead I pushed the lantern down. The lantern fell to the ground and was quickly picked up. The paper man was distracted and was ignited by the lantern. In a few moments, it turned into ashes.

Before he burned out, I suddenly noticed that he had some thin threads on him, as if he were a puppet and someone was controlling it with these threads.

I tried to look up, to see if there was anyone overhead, but just then the fire went out and I was in darkness.

I sat on the ground for a moment to catch my breath, then struggled to my feet. At first, my hands and feet were weak and weak. I knew that it was because I was in a trance. In reality, my hands and feet weren't strong enough to react to my dreams.

I wasn't in a hurry to leave. I sat on a rock and kept hinting to myself that I should walk like a fly and be as strong as an ox.

In dreams, this hint is useful. Sure enough, when I stood up again a moment later, I wasn't that weak anymore.

I didn't know where I was or what was around me, so I felt my way through the darkness. After a few steps, I realized that this was probably a mountain. I'm on a narrow mountain path.

It's dangerous to walk in the dark along the mountain road, because you can hurt yourself if you're not careful, so I'm afraid to go. But at this moment, I heard the miserable cry of a woman nearby.

Startled, I slipped and went down the hill.

Stone, tree roots, thatch... My head went through countless blows, and then I fainted.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on my stomach in a certain place. I looked around in a daze and found that I was lying on the back of a paper man with a lantern in my hand.

My scalp tingled. Was this the terror of nightmares?

I asked the same question. "Hello, who are you?"

The paper man didn't answer me, but continued onward.

This time I didn't struggle, but reached out and carefully touched the top of his head. Sure enough, there were a few thin threads that were tying the paper man. As soon as they were lifted and put down, the paper man would stretch out its legs and stride forward.

I grabbed hold of the thread and pushed it down. The paper man must have felt me, because he suddenly stopped.

I asked loudly, "Who are you?"

The top of his head was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, the thread loosened and fell to the ground. Had that person given up on the paper man?

The paper man lost its thread and fell to the ground. His lantern was by his head.

I suddenly realized that his face was much clearer than it had been the last time, and it looked a little familiar. I tilted my head and studied his face, but I couldn't remember who he was.

At this time, the sound of a woman wailing came from not too far away. I suddenly thought it sounded a little like Xia Xin's voice.

In a dream, anything weird could happen. The paper man could walk with a living person on his back, while the invisible man could manipulate the paper man with wires. Who knows if the one crying is Xia Xin? What if it was a lone soul who wanted to lie?

However, this is just a dream after all. I don't need to be too afraid. Thus, I picked up the lantern by the roadside and carried it in the direction of the cry.

I was halfway there when I heard a bell ring behind me. I jerked my head around and saw a glimmer of light in the dark, cloudy sky.

The dark clouds moved without wind, revealing a full moon. Under the moonlight, I saw the clouds gather into the shape of a palm.

The palm covered the sky and covered the earth. Suddenly, it came crashing down and made a grasping motion in the air. However, it failed to catch anything and regretfully took it back. Then the bell stopped ringing.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, once again covering the moon. The world once again turned dark.

I suddenly understood that the huge palm was the hand that Mr. Zhao had placed on top of my head.

I don't know what direction it is. I only know that it is near the moon.

When I finally reached the edge of the cry, I saw a woman in white. I held up the lantern and took a look, but she wasn't Xia Xin. She was a stranger.

Disappointed, I turned to leave. The woman grabbed me. "Where's my child?"

I jumped in shock, turned my head, and saw that the woman had changed back into Wang Qi.

I retreated a step with all my might. "Your child was taken away by the Mr. Zhao. It had nothing to do with me."

The woman wiped away the tears on her face. Now that she was no longer Wang Qi, she had become the temple lady: "Guess, was the child sold by me?"

I was tongue-tied, unable to speak.

Madam Guan laughed and said, "Not only do I sell children, adults also sell them."

Then she looked at me, her eyes shining, up and down, as if she were looking at my teeth, estimating my strength.