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The line of sight continued to draw closer, and there seemed to be a red figure in front of him.

who is it?

Why can't I see clearly...

This place seems a bit familiar, as if I have been here before, where is it?

"As expected...I...didn't expect...to be unstoppable..."

The voice was still intermittent and couldn't be heard at all. Xia Wuqian was very anxious in her heart, but she didn't have any attachment point at all. She wanted to hear clearly what was said for no reason.

And... the voice is a bit familiar...

The red shadow seemed to be talking too: "I promised...he wanted...me...red..."

"...promise...will...scatter..."

The author has something to say: Because entertainment was banned on April 4th, I chose to post it on April 4th.

Tribute to the hero!

感谢在2020-04-03 22:39:22~2020-04-05 00:09:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yuan, 1 egg tart for crossing the bridge;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Guoqiao Egg Tart; 5 bottles of Yingláng Jun; 2 bottles of Beiyang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 47

All the sounds became fragmented in this environment, and even if she wanted to hear it, she couldn't hear it clearly.

It seemed to be raining around, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The rain washed the ground, and Xia Wuqian seemed to feel that he could smell the fishy smell of the soil.

"Boom—"

Accompanied by the downpour, a dazzling lightning flashed in the sky, illuminating everything around clearly in an instant, and the sound of thunder was even more shocking!

After just a second of paleness, Xia Wuqian was finally able to see where it was, and her heart sank slowly to the bottom.

This is--

This is the gangster village, she won't remember it wrong!

The rainwater crackled on the tiles on both sides, converging into water streams everywhere, which looked even more eerie.

This place is close to the house where the red coffin was placed at the beginning. There is almost no grass growing in this area, and blood can still be seen faintly flowing on the ground.

When the light dissipated, the place returned to darkness again. There were lightning flashes and thunder in the sky from time to time, and there were sharp winds and dull rain whizzing around. Every second was desperation.

Xia Wuqian felt a sudden twitch in her heart, she didn't feel like she was dreaming, but she felt like she was actually there.

Can't help but suspect——

is this a dream

or reality...

As the lightning briefly illuminated the surroundings, the strange red and white lanterns swayed with the wind, and the red figure before became more and more clear.

The blood stained the long clothes, and the blood dripped down from the hem of the clothes. The muddy road under the rain and the cold rain all mixed together, which looked so shocking.

The wet and long hair covered half of the face, only the pale skin without a trace of blood seemed to be soaked in cold water for days and nights...

The ghost slowly raised its head, its blue-gray skin and eyes with only the whites of its eyes staring at it coldly, and there were scars of blood on its neck.

The shock in Xia Wuqian's heart was no less than overwhelming. Although she couldn't feel "her" breathing, she still had a feeling of suffocation that was constantly pulling her nerves.

This ghost is none other than Qi Yun's mother Qi Ling!

Already covered in red...

But how could she be here and become like this?

Enemy or friend?

No, it's not like you!

Appearing in the gangster village at this time, coupled with the conversation just now, Xia Wuqian had a bold and unbelievable guess in his mind.

This may not be a dream...

Not necessarily a dream, but something that actually happened.

Her vision is likely to be Zhu Mang's vision!

But when he was sleeping, he obviously didn't read the other party's name, and even threw the bone pendant on the bedside table - it shouldn't be right.

Ever since she saw the ghost, she knew that all of this cannot be explained by scientific methods, and now she doesn't expect the specific reasons, the key is what she has "seen" so far.

I heard my own name before... It doesn't seem to be a hallucination. Although it is a bit distorted in this state, if you compare it carefully, you can still find that it is Zhu Mang.

So can Zhu Mang sense her?

If so, what form should I "appear" there?

It's all too weird...

With the shaking of the vision in front of him, Xia Wuqian felt a little dizzy in his head, and a rush of despair invaded his mind, as if he wanted to take root in the deepest part of his head, and finally broke out...

Now in this state, she couldn't help thinking of a sentence she heard before: ghosts are always ominous things, often born in places with heavy yin, and have always been hated by people, and they are associated with poverty, disaster, and pain. , illness and death... everything is linked.

Ordinary people don't touch it, and don't provoke it.

The despair gushing out of her heart now is like the most difficult disaster entwining her tightly, and countless hands are pulling it into the bottomless swamp.

...I always feel that the world is so hopeless.

Xia Wuqian's ear faintly flashed Zhu Mang's words when he left——