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Since the client himself ran away, there was no need to greet each other. After lunch, Chongming and Wei Shufang both went to take a nap. Chongming was out of habit. He was on the road with Master before and gave up the habit of handing out leaflets. After being free, he automatically resumed his routine .

Wei Shufang had to rest properly because of his poor health. Of course, they slept in their own rooms.

Chongming didn't sleep very well this time. In just over two hours, he had two dreams.

The first dream was related to the previous one that made him extremely uncomfortable. It seemed to be the next episode of a series. After more than half a month, he dreamed of the little girl again.

This time it was not a banyan tree, but a dense cornfield. The sun was about to set, and the smoke from the village could be seen in the distance.

On the field ridge, came two figures, one big and one small, it was still a man whose face could not be seen clearly, but Chongming knew that it was not the same person as last time.

The man is holding the little girl who is still wearing a floral dress.

It's just different from last time, the little girl lowered her head and walked slowly, looking extremely reluctant.

The picture was silent, like an old film film, Chongming couldn't hear what the man said, but seeing the girl shivering, it was obviously not a good thing to say.

After being scolded, the little girl didn't dare to dawdle anymore, and stumbled to keep up with the man's footsteps.

Walking and walking, I turned into a green corn field.

Chongming recalled the uncomfortable feeling last time, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he saw the man throwing the little girl to the ground, an indescribable chill shot up from his feet, his heart throbbed violently, and then his whole body began to tremble, with endless anger gushing out.

But before he rushed up, his eyes went dark, and the dream ended.

Then, suddenly, another scene appeared in front of his eyes. He saw a cliff with a person standing on the top of the cliff. He took a closer look and was shocked, it was Xiaofang!

Before I had time to look more, I saw Xiaofang suddenly fell from the top of the cliff, falling continuously, as if falling into an endless abyss with bottomless bottom.

"Xiaofang!"

Chong Ming shouted, and opened his eyes suddenly.

He threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, went straight to the bathroom, and spat it out with a loud wow.

Chongming's face was pale, he vomited and trembled, his ears buzzed, and unstoppable tremors emerged from the bottom of his heart. The images in the dream kept replaying in his mind, it was too clear, as if he felt the same, nausea, anger, despair, Resentment... A series of negative emotions completely surrounded him.

Almost broke him.

Chongming squatted next to the toilet and vomited a mess, almost vomited bile, but in the end he couldn't vomit anything, retching and tears streaming down his face.

So uncomfortable.

After the age of eight, Chongming has never cried so much like now, the tears flowed out uncontrollably like a broken thread.

His hands and feet were weak, and his whole body was weak. If he hadn't suppressed his breath, he would probably collapse on the ground.

I don't know how long it took to vomit, but finally enough, he stood up with strength, washed his face tremblingly, rinsed his mouth, leaned against the wall and planned to find his senior brother, the last experience told him, just hold the senior brother hand, he will not be so uncomfortable.

Chongming stumbled out the door, only to remember that he didn't know which room his brother lived in, and the servant led him into the room before.

By the way, mobile phone!He looked back into the room, with an annoyed look on his face, but he finally walked out holding his breath. He didn't want to go back, so he could only drag his limp body towards the stairs.

Fortunately, Wei Shufang probably woke up as well, Jing Hai came upstairs with his servants, just in time to bump into Chong Ming who was about to collapse.

"Mr. Chong!"

Jing Hai was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Chongming: "What's going on?"

With support, Chongming lost half of the strength of the strong support, and almost went limp. He trembled his lips: "Take me to find senior brother..."

Jing Hai felt that the situation in front of him seemed familiar. He has always had a good memory, and immediately remembered the scene more than half a month ago, and quickly helped Chong Ming to walk towards the boss' room.

The room where Wei Shufang rested was next to Chongming, Jing Hai supported Chongming and knocked on the door to enter, Wei Shufang was just getting dressed and putting on his coat.

He has always covered himself tightly with suits and leather shoes, even in the hottest summer.

Seeing two people coming in, he stopped buttoning his hands and his coat fell apart: "Chongming?"

Chongming was about to have a splitting headache, strong negative emotions spread from his heart to his limbs, and even his fingertips hurt. He had never been in such pain since he was a child, and he could still hold on in front of Jing Hai, but seeing Brother, the grievance spread to his face in an instant.

"Brother..."

Jing Hai helped him to sit on the sofa.

Wei Shufang didn't bother to take the cane, and walked over quickly. Fortunately, he had just had a good rest, and in just a few steps, it would be fine without relying on the cane.

"Brother, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Chongming's tears were about to fall again, he felt extremely wronged, the nightmare came out of nowhere, yes, for him, this dream was no different from a nightmare.

It was even scarier than a nightmare. If it was a real dream, he would just wake up and think about it, but this was no ordinary dream. It was too scary, as if someone had forced a memory into his mind. Physical and psychological The double torture, if there are more times, he will definitely collapse.

Wei Shufang took off his gloves, held his hand, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

It's okay if he doesn't comfort him, but as soon as he comforted Chongming, his eyes turned red, and the last bit of strength from gritting his teeth was released, and he collapsed on the sofa.

In the next second, those cold and desperate negative emotions seemed to be flooded out of the gate, rushing away along the hands of the two, scrambling to flow to Wei Shufang, and then seemed to fall into the endless ocean, without even a ripple, Immediately dissipated.

Visible to the naked eye, Chong Ming's face quickly eased, although he did not immediately return to the previous rosy, but also lost the previous frightening paleness.

"Dream again?" Wei Shufang didn't let go of his hand immediately like last time.

The scene in the dream appeared in Chongming's mind. Although he was free from those emotional entanglements, he still felt uncomfortable. Even though he was ignorant of the world, he knew how insane what happened in the dream. This time it wasn't empathy. It's the disgust of being a bystander knowing this kind of thing.

"I dreamed..." He hesitated for a while, and recounted what happened in the dream.

Not to mention Jing Hai, even Wei Shufang's complexion is not very good.

During the speech, Zhongming recovered more than half of his body, and his face was no different from normal, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"I have to ask Master." He frowned, it was definitely not accidental that he had a dream, Master definitely knew something!

Suddenly, he sat up abruptly, with a slightly flustered expression: "And Xiaofang! I dreamed that something happened to Xiaofang!"

He looked confused: "No, this is not a dream, definitely not just a dream!" The two dreams appeared one after another, and they were so clear. He had a feeling that this must be some kind of omen.

"Brother!" He grabbed Wei Shufang's arm with his backhand, "Can you help me find where Xiaofang is?"

When he saw that Jing Hai found Zhang Sihan's information so easily, he thought about asking him to help find Xiaofang, but he felt that this was not good for Xiaofang, so he gave up.

A few days ago, the middle school Xiaofang graduated from started. He asked about it. He knew that Xiaofang was admitted to G University, but the start time of the university and middle school is different. Come back and wait.

But now, this sudden dream gave him a bad feeling, and he couldn't wait any longer.

As far as Wei Shufang is concerned, Chongming is his younger brother and the friend he wants to make. If there is no accident, it will be the first friend in his life. In his cognition, he should be sincere and frank with his friends, and help them all. The first request a friend made to him was naturally to be met.

He said: "Okay, I will let Jing Hai do it."

"Thank you, brother." Chongming heaved a sigh of relief, but the worry on his face did not fade away.

Chongming's uneasiness did not ease until Hua Mao reappeared. During this period, he called Master to ask about his dream, but Master asked him to go back and talk about it, which made him feel even more uneasy.

Contrary to Chongming, when Hua Mao came back, his whole body was floating, laughing so that the petals behind his back trembled, and his peach eyes were like he didn't want money.

Jing Hai looked disgusted: "Don't tell me that Sister Rong agreed to you?" Although he believed that Hua Mao was the life of a peach blossom, he didn't think that Sister Rong would accept Hua Mao.

Hua Mao chuckled: "No, but she didn't refuse either. If she had ignored me before, she would have turned around and left, but this time she didn't, and even talked to me!"

"What did she say?"

"Get out, she told me, get out." Hua Mao cupped his face in both hands, with a smirk on his face, "When I say this word from her mouth, my heart is going to melt, you know how powerful she is when she says this What? What should I do, I love her even more..."

Chongming stroked his arm silently, suddenly felt a little cold.

Jing Hai couldn't bear to look directly at him.

In the blink of an eye, after dinner, Chongming took out what Master gave him from his bag, a small jade bell, pure white and shiny, small and exquisite, only the size of a fingernail, it was the spiritual object he got from Zhang Sihan last time .

After Master's processing, as long as Chong Ming wears this bell, he can cover his aura, so he doesn't have to worry about those ghosts sensing him from afar and running away.

After thinking about it, he found a red string, strung the bells together to form a bracelet, and put it on his wrist.

Although the bell covered up the aura, it also relatively weakened his ability, but he didn't feel any malice in that yin aura, so it shouldn't be a problem.

After making preparations, the group of four returned to Huamao's villa.

For the sake of convenience, Hua Mao had sent away the servants, and even Uncle Hua was persuaded by him to go back to the old house. In the brightly lit villa, there were only the four of them left.

Time passed, and the night grew darker.

Because of what happened in the afternoon, Chong Ming was so sluggish that he couldn't lift his spirits up. No matter how funny the programs on TV were, he couldn't laugh, so he lay on the sofa in a daze.

Wei Shufang didn't talk much to begin with, and Jing Hai and Hua Mao didn't dare to talk to him, maybe thinking of staying up all night, so he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind, accumulating energy.

Hua Mao really wanted to have fun with everyone. Although he was not afraid of watching ghost movies, it was because he knew it was fake.

The one and the other didn't speak, which made him feel terrified, especially as the time was getting closer and closer to midnight, he was taken aback by the slightest movement.

When he saw Master Zhong suddenly get up and rush towards the kitchen, he was startled, and hurriedly followed, only to hear a sharp scream, he saw with his own eyes a little boy who was as sinister as if he was holding a curse and ran away through the wall.

Hua Mao felt chills all over his body. If he said that he was a little suspicious before, he believed it completely this time. He thought his life was a love story of the president of the entertainment industry, but he didn't expect that the style of painting would change as soon as he said it. What is it, urban supernatural?Suspenseful ghosts?

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