I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

"I said it's okay...I've been lying down for most of the day!"

"Close your eyes, calm down! Calm down first..."

Guiming took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

"What did you see?" Teacher Zhang asked.

"It's pitch black... What can I see when I close my eyes..."

Teacher Zhang nodded to grandma, lit the requiem incense in his hand, and asked, "Then what?"

His voice seemed to be far away, Gui Ming wanted to stretch out his hand and scratch his ears a little bit, and said: "What's the difference between now and just now..." He wanted to open his eyes again as he spoke: "Can I open them? "

There was no sound around, so he was stunned: "Teacher Zhang?"

Guiming felt something was wrong in his heart. He thought that if Mr. Zhang tried to scare him with false pretenses, he would definitely not cooperate with him anymore, and he would sue his grandma about him!

"Mr. Zhang, grandma! I opened my eyes!? You guys are uniting together to fool me..."

Guiming babbled, and a soft voice came from beside him: "Who are you... talking to?"

Guiming: "..."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a dead face was in front of him——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Damn it!—"

Guiming screamed and wanted to run, but the dead face was screamed by him, and he yelled too, panicked: "Ghost!? Where is the ghost!?"

Guiming: "..."

He pointed to the ghost in front of him and said, "Aren't you the one?"

"..."

Guiming: "..."

The ghost rubbed his head and said with a foolish smile: "I'm not used to it... Besides, aren't you too?... Let's laugh at fifty steps, and no one will fall asleep with jokes!"

Guiming: "Me too?"

He looked down at his body, raised his hand...

"Normal?"

The ghost pointed at his feet: "Normal fart! Do you see your shadow?"

Guiming: "..."

Guiming: "Am I really a ghost?"

"Like me, an ordinary kid..."

"Then where is this place?" Guiming asked again, and he looked up and looked around.

"Have you heard of the eighteen layers of hell?"

"here!?"

"Ah."

Guiming's eyes widened, and he said cautiously, "Then... which floor is this?"

The ghost said: "It's not on any floor, it's still far from the eighteenth floor."

"Then you said eighteen floors of hell!"

That ghost: "I said you don't know anything else, but if you tell me something you can rely on, you have a score in your heart, don't you?"

Guiming: "..."

He carefully moved a little away from the ghost.

The ghost turned his head, his face was green and white, but for some reason Gui Ming was not afraid of him at all: "Why are you standing there so far? Are you still afraid of me?"

Guiming shook his head: "I'm not afraid of you anymore, I just don't want to get too close to you."

"Damn, you're still afraid of me. You don't need to slap your face to make yourself fat. I didn't quite get used to it before...it's okay, I can understand."

Gui Ming continued to shake his head: "No, I just don't want you to infect me with your stupidity..."

"..."

Guiming stood at a place not far away, looking around, but the surroundings were dark, and the visibility was really not high, so he could only guess that he was on a flat ground.

He didn't understand, where did Mr. Zhang take him? !And what about Mr. Zhang?

"It was promised to protect me... but in the end, I was left alone, no, a ghost in this wilderness..."

"What are you muttering about again?" The ghost came over at some point.

Guiming was taken aback by him: "Didn't you just leave?" After Guiming told him just now, the ghost didn't speak for a long time, and Guiming thought he had left.

"Why? How rare! You despise me for being stupid, don't you? I just want to be next to you and pass on all my stupidity to you, to you!"

Guiming: "..."

He stretched out his hand and pushed the ghost's head aside, the ghost smiled and took off his own head: "Anyway, it's tiring to put it on the neck, I'll hold it with my hands for a while..."

Guiming pointed at him, speechless for a long time.

"What do you mean by me, you can do it too."

Guiming: "..."

"Would you like to try? Try it, it's very simple——"

Guiming was so annoyed by him that he forgot all his fears, and walked forward a few steps sullenly, seeing that the ghost hadn't followed, turned around and asked, "Is there nothing else around here except you, a ghost? "

That ghost: "Isn't there still you here?"

Guiming: "..."

That ghost: "I was the only one before, don't mention how boring, I almost split myself, and finally came another you, come to talk to me, talk to me."

Gui Ming: "..." He walked forward again with his head sullen, and after a few dozen steps, the ghost holding his head followed him slowly: "Don't worry about it, there is nothing in this shitty place. "

"Why! This shouldn't be!" Guiming couldn't understand: "What did Teacher Zhang ask me to come here?"

"You have been calling Teacher Zhang since the beginning, who is Teacher Zhang?" the ghost asked curiously.

Guiming turned his head: "Teacher Zhang is..." He closed his mouth again: "Forget it, what I'm going to tell you, you don't know anything."

"That's not necessarily true. Although I don't have much ability, I'm just a lonely ghost hiding here - but I don't say anything else, I just know a little more than others." The ghost raised his head for a while , Tired, put his head back again, twisted his neck: "Don't say it, it's much more refreshing this way."

Guiming: "..."

He held his breath: "Then do you know where this is?"

The ghost shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then do you know how to get out?"

The ghost continued to shake his head: "I don't know either."

Guiming: "Then tell me what you know! You don't know this, you don't know that, and you're still bragging to me!"

The ghost said, "Don't ask this, ask something else!"

"What else do you want to ask, you don't know anything about this question, forget it..." Gui Ming waved his hand impatiently, found a random place and sat down, depressed, wanting to beat the ground to vent, but in the end he was afraid of his hand Pain, so I gave up, just stared at the ground annoyed.

"Angry?" The ghost approached cautiously: "Are you angry?"

Guiming didn't bother to talk to him.

The ghost said: "It's rare for someone to come to accompany me, please don't be angry, okay, I will perform a trick for you! ——Watch me cut into pieces!" He said, taking off his limbs and pretending to be dead on the ground .

Guiming turned his head away, looking completely uninterested.

"Hey, you kid has quite a temper!" The ghost put his elbows on again, and sat up: "Well, tell me about your teacher Zhang, why did he send you to the school?" Come here?"

Guiming sighed: "How should I put it, I have a problem..."

"What's wrong?" The ghost looked at him curiously: "Seeing that you are healthy and healthy, there is nothing wrong with you?"

Guiming was a little embarrassed to say: "I'm relatively timid..."

"That's right, timidity is also a problem, and the pride, arrogance, recklessness and impulsiveness are not all sick, isn't it normal?"

Guiming: "...I am very timid, I am afraid of ghosts."

The ghost: "I'm also afraid of ghosts."

Gui Ming: "..." There is no way to talk today.

The ghost lowered his head: "But I'm not afraid now."

Guiming said "Oh?" and turned to look at the ghost: "Why?"

The ghost turned his head towards Guiming, his face was still blue and white, which was actually a terrifying appearance, but matched with his words, it was more than three points of sand sculpture, Guiming just looked at other people's disguise, without the slightest feeling of a ghost.

"Why didn't you talk again?" After waiting for a while, Guiming became a little impatient.

That ghost: "I'm a ghost now, should I be afraid of myself?"

Guiming was stunned.

"All fear comes from the unknown. I'm afraid of ghosts because I don't know and I haven't seen them. When I become a ghost myself, I find that ghosts are just like that. There are still many constraints. How can it be interesting to be a human being?" ..." said the ghost while sighing.

After a while, he asked Guiming again: "Little friend, are you still afraid of me now?"

Guiming has not yet come to his senses, but just shook his head blankly: "I don't know why, I'm not very afraid of you..."

"Look, you're not even afraid of me, what the hell are you afraid of?"

Gui Ming didn't know how to argue: "This is different... other ghosts are different from you... he, they..." Then he couldn't speak, and finally he could only say depressedly: "They don't talk as much as you do!"

"I haven't seen anyone for a long time, am I a little panicked?" The ghost was not angry: "If you don't like what I say, I won't say it."

Once he stopped talking, the atmosphere around him was terribly quiet, and Gui Ming couldn't help it for a while: "You said you were alone..."

"A ghost." The ghost interrupted him.

Guiming said, "How long has a ghost been here?"

"How many years has it been?" The ghost propped his chin: "I don't remember clearly, and there is no sun rising and moon setting here. Time feels very long at once, and very short at once..."

Guiming panicked a little: "Then how did you come here?"

The ghost said: "I remember this very clearly. I went out to buy a pack of cigarettes the other day. My good fellow, I suddenly saw the sky darken and a huge shadow appeared above my head. I raised my head and saw a hanging city... It's like... like, a mirage! But a mirage can't be upside down! It feels like it's about to fall...

The feeling was so shocking that the pack of cigarettes in my hand was scared away, but it seemed that I was the only one who saw this scene.

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't. I looked at the other people in horror, and found that they passed through my body without looking sideways, and I also became nothingness——

The phantom above my head became more and more solid, and I became more and more faint - and then, when my eyes went dark, I woke up and turned into a ghost, and I came here. "

Guiming stared at the ghost with wide eyes: "City? Phantom?" Combined with the information he has received these days: "Is it possible that it is an invasion?"

That ghost: "I don't know... What does intrusion or non-intrusion have anything to do with me, bad luck, I'm the one to blame!"

He shook his head and made a gesture of holding a cigarette in his hand: "It's a pity that my pack of cigarettes..."

After a while, he suddenly let out a laugh, turned his head to Guiming and said, "Little friend, your parents told you to go back..."

Guiming didn't hear clearly: "...what?"

He yelled out this sound, raised his head and saw Mr. Zhang waving his hand to blow out the smoke, and turned to look at him: "...what what?"

He smiled and said, "... What dream did you have?"

Gui Ming stared in confusion: "Dream?"

just a dream?