silent recording

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The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day.

Wang Xiangyan became more and more uneasy, and the time of the number of people in the dream was getting closer and closer to zero.

Countdown to life, is this really just a dream?

He could only comfort himself non-stop, don't wait to be frightened by a dream and have a nervous breakdown first.

He felt that he had to release the pressure, such as finding someone to tell, but he was thinking that if he talked about a supernatural thing so seriously, others would definitely laugh at him, and if he didn't die after a month, he would be despised even more .But now Wang Xiangyan would rather be ridiculed by everyone afterwards, he now hopes that those people will come over and laugh at him in a month.

There is nothing to fear in the face of death.

"Do you know? When I was dreaming, I dreamed that a person whose face could not be seen was counting down. Every night I dreamed, and then the time became less and less."

"What ghost story are you talking about?"

"Me. I dreamed that the person said that I was going to die. He said that it was only one month. If I dream again today, it will be the seventh day. The person should say that it is only 24 days. Arang, do you believe it? I am going to die Yes. Is there any way......"

"How is it possible, this kind of thing is impossible, maybe it's just a dream? You think too much."

"But it's really true, if it's true."

"......That can't be helped." He looked crazy.

No one believes that when talking about supernatural events with everyone, everyone will be afraid of those stories and will believe them, but once you tell him, it is true, it is true.As far as the reputation is concerned, people are willing to believe it.

"I believe you, so what do you do? Do you want to tell your mother?" the netizen said, comforting him.

Wang Xiangyan suddenly cried in front of the screen, because this netizen who had never met in person cared for him, although she just said "then what should you do?"

What the netizen said made Wang Xiangyan think about this question, should he tell his mother?Will mom believe it?Mom will be sad.I didn't have time to do anything for her, and I even quarreled with her a few days ago because I didn't want to eat while playing games.

But told, what if it is fake?Wouldn't it make mother innocently worry and fear together with Ziji?

From the bottom of my heart I hope for a miracle.

In the end, he still didn't tell his mother, but posted a post on the post bar.

When I posted this post, the countdown in my dream had already reached "only ten days away."

The post quickly became popular. Some people said what horror story to tell?Onlookers.

Some secretly ridiculed that the host really knows how to make it up, as if what he said was true.

Some said whether the landlord is okay now.

They all sat and waited, but Wang Xiangyan didn't reply to them. It felt like he was sitting in the middle of the square, surrounded by a group of people, waiting to see his own death.

"Student, just be careful these days." When Wang Xiangyan was looking up the supernatural prophecies in the library, a girl sitting across from him suddenly said so.

Wang Xiangyan looked around and made sure there was no one else around, so he calmed down the excitement in his heart and said, "Are you talking to me?"

The girl looked up and smiled: "Otherwise, who else is it?"

The girl's words seemed to pull Wang Xiangyan out of the darkness, and he said happily, "What do you know? Can you save me?" He excitedly pulled the girl's hand holding the book.

The girl didn't take her hand out either, but she still smiled and said, "I can't help you, this is against the record in the book of life and death. It will shorten your life. I'm sorry, I can only remind you." Although nothing changed.

This sentence drove Wang Xiangyan to the bottom, but what she meant was, "I can't help you", so it's not that I can't help, but that I can't.

That's right, she said that her life would be shortened.

Wang Xiangyan let go of the girl in disappointment, bowed his head in silence for a long time, and said, "You are lying, that dream is fake."

After speaking, he pushed the stool away rashly and left.

The girl tilted her head, read the book for a while, and smiled.

"What a lie."

The author has something to say:

I think I should draw a cover.