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clatter——

The sound of turbulent water came from the well in the corner of the courtyard, as if something was thumping in the well.

Li Ang walked forward involuntarily, and removed the heavy stone slab that he had placed above the well.

A wet figure in crimson groom's clothes stood at the bottom of the well, with his head lowered, his hands hanging down naturally, blood dripping continuously along his fingertips.

The figure murmured.

something is missing

precious things

Why can't I remember

A voice of bewildered despair echoed in the walls of the well,

Li Ang's heart felt faintly cold, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

However, the figure at the bottom of the well was one step ahead, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Li Ang.

That is himself.

Jingle Bell!

The bell rang suddenly, and Li Ang, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom, opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, panted heavily, and looked around.

There was a faint morning light outside the window, and the clock hanging on the wall showed that it was already the next morning. Chai Chai was still lying on the bed on the other side of the room, shivering into a ball.

And on his fingers, the string made of moss is still tied.

Is it a nightmare again?

Li Ang covered his face with his hands and wiped away a little sweat. Since he came to Li Yuan, this was the second time he had a nightmare.

Visions without meaning? Or is it the insanity caused by Mosi's invasion of the brain?

He slowly let out a foul breath, held his breath, and swept his whole body with spiritual consciousness.

Mosi is still in a dormant state, staying in her original position peacefully, and the progress of the brain erosion has not increased - after being shaken by the disgusting Yaoxiang mace last time, Mosi has remained quiet.

Maybe in the future, we can find opportunities to shake up a few more times, provided that we don't arouse the suspicion of Zhen Fusi.

Li Ang suppressed his distracting thoughts, thought for a while, got up, went to the study, searched in the dark room, and found the diary he had written when he was parasitized by Mosi.

At that time, Li Ang suspected that Mosi was some kind of demon, parasitic in the body, and would subtly affect the mind.

So I got a diary, recorded my daily physical and mental conditions in Esperanto, and conducted long-term observations to prevent myself from becoming a demon.

(Esperanto is a man-made language based on the Indo-European language family in the previous life)

Later, because the anti-malaria strategy presented was effective, Emperor Yu sent guards to protect him secretly.

Li Ang was worried that the diary would be found, and Mosi was docile, so he canceled the act of writing the diary, and put the diary in the dark room, permanently sealed.

until now.

He blew away the dust from the diary, turned the pages, and silently wrote down the nightmare experience just now. But I couldn't help but start to imagine in my mind, if I really become a monster, how Xuegong and Yuhui will treat me

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Winter goes to spring, the frost thaws, everything recovers, and the time has come to March in the seventh year of Zaigan.

In the past three months, some small things have happened.

The plague in Yu State was completely pacified, the martial law was lifted in various places, and the surplus of medicines produced in the sick workshops was sufficient, and there was enough energy to donate to the princes and nobles of the dependent countries;

There was a month of heavy snow on the border between Jing State and Zhou State, and the weather was extremely cold. The soldiers stationed in the military towns of both sides had to retreat to the deeper inland state capital to reduce the logistical pressure——

This move was also regarded as a sign of the cancellation of the war among the people, and the common people breathed a sigh of relief.

However, people of insight believe that this is just a delay. A large amount of military supplies are still being shipped to the border, waiting for the time to come.

As for Leon

Clang, clang.

Accompanied by the regular sound of the train wheels running over the rails, he sat on the soft bench in the train box and looked out the window at the rapidly receding pastoral scene.

The train was heading towards Lingnan, passing through Weizhou, Li Ang's hometown.

Master.

The palm was gently held, Li Ang turned his head, and saw Chai Chai's timid expression.

Before they knew it, it had been four years since they left Weizhou. Recalling the appearance of leaving Weizhou City in a horse-drawn carriage, it seems like a lifetime away.

It's fine.

He smiled and patted the back of Chai Chai's hand, stood up, walked out of the box to the train corridor, and relieved his muscles and bones.

The cry of a baby came from the box in front of the train. Song Shaoyuan and You Xiao, who were first-time parents, hurriedly wrapped their daughter in diapers.

Aunt Song, who was sitting by the side, rolled her eyes when she saw their clumsy movements, grabbed the diaper, and replaced it. Then put his hands on his hips and taught the young couple a lesson.

The reprimand could be heard through the wooden door.

Are you coming out to breathe too?

A crisp voice sounded from behind, Li Ang turned around, and saw Ji Linglang holding a scroll in her hand, leaning against the wooden door of the box, looking at herself with a smile.

Um.

Li Ang nodded.

In the past three months, he has been insisting on keeping a diary to ensure that his mind has not changed. By the way, I recorded all my dreams and discussed them with Lu Yunan, but unfortunately I didn't get any useful results.

Just as Ching Ming Festival was approaching, the school had a seven-day holiday for the students to go home and worship their ancestors.

Li Ang took this opportunity to buy a ticket to Weizhou.

In addition to sweeping graves and worshiping ancestors, he also had to go back to his hometown to see what happened to the well that had appeared in his dreams many times.

As for the four members of Song Shaoyuan's family and Ji Linglang, they all returned to Weizhou - the spiritual energy motorcycle greatly facilitated people's travel, even for monks.

Li Ang went back to the box to say hello to Chai Chai, and the three of them came to the rear of the car together, looking at the scenery of mountains and rivers, and chatting about recent interesting things.

Ji Linglang asked, So what happened to Cuiqiao's novel?

It's okay.

Chai Chai, who was exposed by Li Leling and the others because they secretly wrote a novel in Xuegong Zangshuge, scratched his head, and said cheerfully: Now it is the number one in Lanling News' readers' favorite list this month.

Ji Linglang said: So powerful? I remember that the author named Jin Jiang was the number one before?

Yeah, Teacher Jinjiang, she was in office for 13 consecutive months before, but now it's because the old book has been finished for half a year, and there has been no news, that's why I succeeded in stealing the chicken.

When we talked about this, Chai Chai couldn't help but giggled again, It would be great if I could meet Teacher Jin Jiang, if she starts writing a new book, she must be 10,000 times better than me.

She hasn't had the time to write lately.

Li Ang said silently in his heart, propping up the mind power barrier with his hands to block the fine raindrops falling.

Jin Jiang is actually Lu Yunan. When she came to Chang'an and learned about the existence of Lanling News, she wanted to make some extra money by writing books to buy winter clothes for her clansmen.

Unexpectedly, this pseudonym became an instant hit, and her income even exceeded the goods she brought from Montenegro. Make her dumbfounded.

Boom!

Accompanied by the rolling thunder, the pattering rain in the sky continued to increase, and the vehicle also drove into Luzhou Station and stopped slowly.

The three of them returned to the carriage, only to see a staff member wearing a uniform with the words Luzhou Station on board the train, shouting loudly: Every passenger, please get off the train! The road ahead cannot be walked!