According to his mother, he just fell asleep in class, and then he had a high fever of 41 degrees. The fever lasted for more than a week, and the fever slowly subsided a few days ago.

"So is that world a dream or real?"

Jiang Fan often fell into confusion in the silence, and the life of those six months was still vivid in his mind, but the world in front of him gave him no reason to refute.

And it is impossible for him to tell others about these things.

"What a beautiful little black dog!"

Jiang Fan sat on the embankment with his legs crossed, and when he looked up, he saw a little guy with a pitch-black body gnawing on a bone on the ground.

"Do you have a master? Do you want to come with me?"

Jiang Fan slowly stretched out his palm in front of the little guy, but what he didn't expect was that the little guy actually put his paw on his finger.

"You look like a friend of mine, how about calling you Wuyun?"

"Ow!"

What Jiang Fan didn't see was that after he left, the bone that the little guy gnawed on slowly slipped down, and was picked up by a bone claw at the moment it was about to fall into the water.

It was a skeleton with a weak soul fire burning in its eye sockets.

And behind it is a huge crystal door.

(End of the book)

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