C35

Then I thought of the old man with the gray hair, the straight back, always smiling; the old man who had saved my life, taught me martial arts, and had accompanied me for almost the whole of my childhood and adolescence; the old man who had fought his way to the end of his life and had died with his enemies, and had wanted to give it to me with a sign.

I couldn't help but touch the legendary White Swamp Divine Beast's bone that hung around my neck. On top of the bone, Elder Bai used a knife to carve the image of a monkey from the Twelve Lives Pieces. The lines were very simple, but it had the kind of rugged beauty that only men would be able to understand.

After chatting with Manager Qian for a long time, they still could not come up with a solution, so he returned back to his office to do a report. I began to check the network status, when the headmaster is there I will be what MSN, QQ ports are all blocked. When he wasn't around, he opened it, or the women in the school, who saw online chat as their main entertainment, would definitely nag me to death.

After doing all of this, I started to think about what I should do, but there was nothing I could do. The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. I discovered that after returning from my trip to the Great Xingan Mountain Range, the moment I came into contact with or thought about the Five Elements Arcane Art, Yin and Yang, or whatever the hell they were, my head would begin to ache. He was like a person who lost his memory, trying his best to recall his past, yet being unable to recall anything when he had a headache. Maybe he was thinking too much, or maybe he had eaten too much in the morning, plus he had slept too little last night. I felt tired and fell asleep on the computer table.

In my sleep, I returned to that space, hoping to find some clues among the scraps of paper that littered the floor. Finally, he saw something similar on a piece of paper that was supposed to be 'miscellaneous notes'.

It said that if a person was sickly or overly frightened, it was easy for the Primordial Spirit to wander around in their sleep. If this kind of person found it more dangerous to stay awake for a long time, perhaps the Primordial Spirit would find someone close to him and eat one of his hair if it remained outside its body. The person who has eaten the hair immediately goes to sleep, will enter into the patient's dream. In the dream "persuade" him to come back, the patient can wake up safely.

In the evening, Manager Qian came to my house and the three of us tried to figure out what to do. Manager Qian suggested not to take too much risk and post the company's overtime without paying overtime, with a lot of pressure on its work, the company's staff being fired during the trial period and only giving 80% of its salary. By exposing their crimes, no one would come looking for a job, thus solving the problem.

Lao Hei felt that the method the Manager Qian talked about was too conservative. Furthermore, even if it was a company with a bad reputation, there would still be people who were not afraid of death to work. What he meant was to beat up the boss in front of the office building on a dark and windy night when there were few people around. Furthermore, she warned him that if he continued to use these strange things to harm others, he would cripple both of his hands. Let's see if he still dared to do so.

One on the left and one on the right. One was conservative while the other was radical. I told his everything about the dream that I remembered from "The Ghost Scripture" so far. In the end, I concluded that it was a two-pronged dream. Manager Qian was in charge of posting and posting online. Other than dreaming, this company still had work to do at work, so he posted all of it onto the websites of famous companies and on various job hunting forums. Lao Hei still doesn't have a job yet, so he has a lot of time. He will try to take action once he enters the company, while I will try to help both sides.

At first, it went smoothly, but Lao Hei's interview was actually successful. His job was to sell phone calls. The exposure effect of Manager Qian's network was also very good, there were many people who resonated with him, it seemed like there was a large number of people who had been exploited by the boss. Just as I was feeling pleased with myself, something happened.

When I got home from work that day, I found that Lao Hei had already fallen asleep. I wanted to wake him up to eat dinner and have a few drinks. Who knew that no matter how he shouted, he wouldn't wake up. Slap and pinch were useless, saying that he fainted. However, I was very familiar with the way he gritted his teeth and smacked his lips. It was clearly a sign of him sleeping soundly. Then I remembered that I hadn't seen him get up in the morning to go to work. He seemed to have slept at home all day.

Crap, I'm sweating so don't fall for the man in the suit. My hair stood on end as I thought of his teeth, white as a toilet brushed with toilet detergent, and the slit in his throat.

I quickly called the Manager Qian, but no one answered. I just remembered that this kid and Monica went to the movies, so I switched it to mute mode and sent a text message to give a brief summary of the situation. Then, I had to think of a way alone. Helpless, I braced myself and started to use the method recorded in the《 Ghost Scripture》 to try and see if I could save Lao Hei.

Lao Hei did not know how many days he had not washed his hair. I plucked one and swallowed it with great force. When I was surviving in the wilderness, I ate everything in order to ensure that I had the strength to fight. However, even the rat meat at that time was much stronger than this. He kept saying to himself that he should eat more wooden ears when he got back, or else he would definitely have appendicitis. After swallowing it, I tried to fall asleep. I drank some more white wine and lay on the sofa, drowsy, watching the sky darken.

At some point, the sky had completely brightened. I was surprised to find myself in a beautiful place, like a beach in Hawaii or Dubai. On the left was the blue sea, the water was very clear, and small fish could be seen swimming under the water. On the right were indiscernible beaches and coconut trees. Amidst the trees, there were buildings. It seemed very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen them before.

I started to run towards the building. When I was about ten meters away from the building, I stopped. From the outside, I could see that it was a huge villa. Not only that, a wave of female voices came from inside. Listening to the high and low Ah, oh, oh. The one selling the cake, I carefully thought about it and guessed that he had already run into Lao Hei's dream.

Three steps and two steps. I rushed to the exterior wall of the villa, jumped up, and with one hand held me, I flipped over the top of the wall. The instant I climbed up the wall, I saw Lao Hei. His behavior almost scared me off the wall, and I remembered why I thought it looked familiar.

Inside the wall was a large courtyard the size of two or three tennis courts, with a large swimming pool, garden, grass, and a small rockery. There were long tables on the grass, filled with all kinds of food and wine, more food than at the company's annual buffet and more variety. The wine was perfect, too, the brandy, the vodka, the wine in the ice bucket. Not far from the table were several barbecued charcoal stoves with sizzling beef, golden corn, and yellow bananas.

Next to the grass was a swimming pool, which was filled with all sorts of colors. Why do you say colorful, first with a variety of colors of swimsuits, then these swimsuits on a variety of skin of beautiful women. White, black, but mostly Asian women. On the other side of the swimming pool, I saw Lao Hei.

He was sitting in a large camping chair with a white woman with long legs and a full chest. She was doing "exercise," the source of the bed call I had just heard. "The contrast between their skin vision and the fact that their bodies were entwined together made the Caucasian woman cry out hoarsely, as if she could faint at any moment.

The scene in the yard was so lustful that it was like a super rich man having a sex theme party. Although Lao Hei was the only man down there, there were still many women hugging each other in groups of twos and threes, kissing, biting, licking and touching … "Fuck, isn't this the scene from one of the American and European yellow films that Lao Hei downloaded?" The only difference was that there were originally black and white women, but now there were many Asian beauties with yellow skin. If one looked carefully, they might be able to find Lan Na's empty body. The food was not the same, for example, the cold Korean noodles and northeastern pickles that I had never seen on a western table, but were clearly placed in the middle of the table.

At this moment, I wanted to cry but had no tears. Even though I knew that he liked to see this, I would never have thought that even in his dreams, he would see this.

"Lao Hei, hurry up and stop." I didn't care about scaring him until he's "sick". With a loud roar, he jumped off the wall, passed by a few groups of women who were practicing their human body movements and the Humming Competitions, and rushed in front of Lao Hei.

"Monkey? Tell me, I am not dreaming, haha. " Lao Hei pushed away the "bumpy" woman who was sitting on his waist and stood up while swaying her arms. I quickly turned my head and motioned for him to find something to cover it. He didn't know where to sit, so he got a towel and told me it was okay.

Ignoring the fact that he was still in a "combat" state, I lifted up a piece of my bathrobe. I rushed up to him and threw out two punches, before asking him, "Does it hurt?"

Lao Hei touched his face in a daze and said, "It's really f * cking weird, it really doesn't hurt!"

"Of course it doesn't hurt. Are you in a dream?" I used a voice that was a lot louder than usual to describe how I came back to see him still sleeping, how I had swallowed my hair and drunk white wine into his dreams. The reason for this was that I had to cover my ears from the sound of the waves. Even though I knew that these were not real women, I could not help but throw them into the pool to shut them up.

"Am I dreaming? But why is it so real? " Lao Hei looked at his surroundings doubtfully.

"Have you forgotten that we were investigating the boss who exploited employees to his death? This must be his doing!" Besides, if it wasn't a dream. "It's not like you don't know how strong my hands are. Those two strikes just now hit at least two of your teeth." Aren't you fine now? I waved my fist to let Lao Hei see the cocoon I made from beating sandbags as I spoke to him.

"Yeah, I'm still wondering why this thing is so much bigger than before. Furthermore, I have already changed quite a few women in such a long time, but Little Black is actually still in high spirits and does not look tired at all. " After saying that, this shameless person actually wanted to take off the towel and show it to me.

"Come on, come on, pull it down!" I quickly turned my head and waved my hand to indicate that I didn't have to. Lao Hei hung his signature cheap smile, his face full of the expression "If you don't look, it's your loss".

Give me two more hours and you'll wake me up. I've never felt so good in my life. As he said that, Lao Hei's eyes continued to look around the "piles" of women, preparing to find the next one.

"Come on, why are you still here? I don't know the difference between a dream and being outside. Even if no one pokes you, if you sleep for too long, you might cause brain damage. If you sleep for too long, it would be terrible if you end up with a PHD. "

PHD? What is it? Lao Hei's English wasn't very good.

Permanentheadamage, permanent brain injury.

Lao Hei looked at the "scenery" around him with reluctance to part. Honestly speaking, there were a lot of people here, and most of them were men's "heaven". After taking a few glances, Lao Hei closed his eyes and kept on urging me to chant.

"Curse?" What spell? If I knew how to read, I would have read it the moment I came in. I shouted at him with a touch of anger.

Ah? After all this time, you don't know how to wake me up. Lao Hei looked to be even angrier than I was. After all, this kind of dream was pretty good.

I... I was so angry that I couldn't speak. I wanted to say that I was worried for your safety, but there were a lot of 'virtual' women around me. He could only curse, "I'm here to see if you have been raped by my mother, the Black Blind Mother!"

I went to the long line of tables on the other side of the pool. He picked up a piece of cake and threw it into his mouth. It was actually very fragrant, no different from the cakes he ate in real life. At the same time, I shouted to Lao Hei across the swimming pool, "It seems like I can only wait until I wake up and return from this dream of yours. I'll then think of another way."

"You can't go back, in this dream of yours, until you die," a strange voice suddenly said to us.

The sound was so sudden that my hand shook in fright. The half glass of red wine that I had just picked up spilled onto the table. The snow-white tablecloth was flowing with dark red liquid, as if someone's veins had been cut off...