poor house

stupid way.Glancing at the two resting on the chair, Zhang Qiling moved away the screen in front of the stairs, but frowned at the oncoming rancid smell.How could there be such a strong smell on the second floor?

"No, why did we forget that Wang Mengmeng is the creditor!" Then he slapped his thigh and remembered that Wang Meng was the one who should have died in the car accident a few days ago. One life, how can the enchantment stop this cause and effect?Heixiazi and Xie Yuhua stood up abruptly, and rushed up to the second floor after Zhang Qiling who was the first to react.

The originally locked door bounced open in front of Zhang Qiling, who was full of evil spirit and anger, and saw Wang Meng who had collapsed in front of the sofa and Wu Xie by the window sill at a glance. The ghost was completely shattered.

"Calm down—" Hei Blind felt relieved after sniffing Wang Meng's breath, "I'm fine."

"Wu Xie?" Zhang Qiling squatted beside Wu Xie and patted his shoulder lightly, but the unconscious person didn't respond at all.

"They seem to be asleep." Xie Yuhua standing at the door calmly looked at the two people who were unconscious, then looked back at the closed door at the other end of the corridor, and said slowly, "And I Smells that have never been seen before."

"It seems that Xiao Tianzhen really hit the spot~" Rubbing his temples, the black blind man stepped back and looked at Zhang Qiling with a livid face, "Don't stare at me, dumb, you didn't realize it yourself—"

"It's all your troubles." Said coldly, Zhang Qiling picked up the sleeping Wu Xie and carefully placed him on the bed.

"Not necessarily." Xie Yuhua turned her head and looked at Wu Xie whose eyelids were constantly trembling, her tone became more and more determined. "Maybe, he came here for Wu Xie early in the morning. Otherwise, why would Ah Ning bring him here."

What is the purpose of a soul that has been dead for two years and can escape the eyes of the three people and enter the humble house without anyone noticing.And what is the purpose of Aning bringing him here?

Since you can know the future from the dead, why do you have to compete with Wu Xie?Isn't Ah Ning afraid that the celestial master in this room will destroy her lover's soul?

"Could it be?" The blind man leaning on the door frame looked at Zhang Qiling with a stern expression, and said another possibility with a smile. "Actually, Ah Ning doesn't know that her lover hasn't left at all?"

"Tsk." Recalling what Wu Xie said in the afternoon, Zhang Qiling only felt that his head hurt even more.If this is the case, then what is the purpose of this inexplicable farce?

In the dark room, only one bedside lamp was dimly lit.Wu Xie stared at the only light source in a daze for a while before regaining consciousness as if suddenly awakened.

Where are you?

Turning around, I looked around at the furnishings and furniture, the curtains were tightly drawn, and clothes were randomly placed all over the floor.There is a faint smell of perfume and essential oils in the air, which seems to indicate the gender of the owner.The laptop on the desk was completely dark, and the screen reflected the halo of the bedside lamp, and it scattered slightly.

By the way, I am dreaming.Instantly recalling what happened just now, Wu Xie looked at Wang Meng who was lying on the chair, and patted him on the shoulder, "Wang Meng? Wang Meng, are you okay?"

"Boss—let me sleep for a while—I'll wash the dishes in a while—" Wang Meng, who was dreaming and dreaming, seemed to have improved a lot. Wu Xie touched his pulse, which had returned to normal, and finally felt relieved. Breathe a sigh of relief.

But since it was his own dream, why did he dream of Aning's room?After being relieved, more questions followed. Wu Xie took a few steps forward and looked at Ah Ning who was sleeping soundly under the bedside lamp. The dim light quietly shone on her face without makeup On the face, the usually delicate and ghostly face is full of exhaustion at this time.

"A Ning?" Softly calling the person on the bed, Wu Xie understood that since he would dream of this place, there must be other intentions. "Aning?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Who?" He couldn't help lowering his voice and looking around the room, but apart from Aning on the bed and Wang Meng on the sofa, Wu Xie was the only one left in the room who could breathe.

"Hush, don't wake her up." The familiar words and voice reminded Wu Xie of a dream he had once had. This gentle and deep male voice once reminded Wang Meng to be careful in his dreams.

"Who are you?" Wu Xie searched for the source of the voice, but there was no trace at all.

"You already guessed it, didn't you?" The voice was still gentle, but became more and more erratic, as if it had exhausted its strength.

"You really didn't leave." Wu Xie sighed softly, how many ghosts who forcibly stayed in the world can last forever. "That's why you told Ah Ning that I can dream of the future too? Why did Ah Ning come to me, and what is she doing?"

"I'm looking for you, I want your help." The voice in the air finally gradually approached Wu Xie, and a black shadow that was obviously slightly thicker than other places slowly emerged.

"You want to ask me for help? If you want to predict the future, why don't you just ask Aning?" Still unable to understand the meaning of his words, Wu Xie asked suspiciously, "Could it be that Aning forced me to write those news? Are you going to kill someone?"

"Of course not." As soon as he finished speaking, the laptop on the desk lit up with a buzzing sound.The white document made the light on the screen a bit dazzling. Wu Xie squinted at the text and the moving cursor that appeared on the document, and suddenly understood how Ah Ning's news was written in the crackling sound of typing. of.

"Are you the one who wrote those news?"

"Yes." The typing sound stopped, and the black shadow said slowly, "For a ghost, it is not difficult to know who will die soon."

"So, in fact, Aning can't predict the future at all? So the news she writes is all about death?" Looking at Aning who was still sleeping soundly, Wu Xie was even more confused than before. "But, she clearly let me see the car accident—"

"That's what I let you see." Black Shadow's voice was full of helplessness, "Every time she falls asleep, I help her write out the death that is about to happen, so that she can grab the headlines. She I was surprised at first, and didn't even know what was going on. I thought that after a long time, she would understand that I was by her side. But she didn't expect it to be me at all."

"She thought it was herself—" Wu Xie sighed after finishing the next words for Hei Ying. "Then what do you want me to help you with? Let her dream of you? Know that you are helping her in everything?"

"Ning has always been strong, that's why she insisted on telling you that the future is absolute after knowing that you can dream. Because for her, the future is already doomed." Mixed with helplessness and sighs.

"How can a strong person accept his fate?" Wu Xie felt that this didn't make sense, even though he had seen so many irreversible deaths, there was still a faint voice in his heart protesting against the so-called fate.So since he is as strong as Ah Ning, how could he accept his fate so easily?

"She didn't recognize it at first," Heiying said, suddenly fell silent for a moment, and the original richness seemed to fade a bit, "until my accident."

"But how did you get into the humble house? There is an enchantment in the humble house, and there is a celestial master, why didn't the brothers find you?"

"Because he is behind the spirit."

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind, Wu Xie looked at the expressionless Zhang Qiling in amazement, and felt that the black mist was lighter than before.

The atmosphere in the still dark room instantly became tense. Wu Xie held Zhang Qiling's cold hand tightly, fearing that if he was "accidental", he would wipe out the black mist that had already faded to the point that it could not be gathered together. .

"Brother, I'm fine, Wang Meng is fine, don't be angry, just listen to him." While comforting Zhang Qiling, who had been blocked from entering Wu Xie's dream before and was on the verge of going berserk, Wu Xie Asked, "Why can't you find the spirit behind it?"

"Because it is, in a sense, the host itself." Explaining Wu Xie's confusion lightly, Zhang Qiling tightly held the softness in his palm.

"It's like the sub-personality that protects the main personality in schizophrenia?" Changing the meaning of Zhang Qiling's words, Wu Xie frowned, and said to the black shadow suddenly, "So it's not you who wants to stay. , but—"

"Yes." The gentle voice was already full of exhaustion. It seemed that it had consumed too much strength to resist Zhang Qiling's entering the dreamland, but in the end it still couldn't resist Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie's induction.

"What exactly do you want?" Zhang Qiling was still full of hostility, tossing around a room full of people, even the spirit behind it was unforgivable.

"Actually, I wanted to explain my intentions from the very beginning, but the barrier of the humble house is too strong, and you are always on guard. I have never been able to find a chance to talk to Wu Xie alone. It was not easy to use Wangmeng last time. I told Wu Xie in my dream, but at that time he was on the verge of life and death again, so I had no choice but to give up and remind him to be careful."

"Don't say it alone, just tell me." The feeling of being artificially blocked from Wu Xie's dream seemed really bad, Zhang Qiling tightly held Wu Xie's hand, his cold tone was full of possessiveness.

"I do not know what to do