Burning fire

Fire, the dream is full of fire.

Zhou Qizun shivered from the cold.He tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Opening his eyes, his vision was filled with fiery red flames.The flames surged in, engulfing the power to kill everything, Zhou Qizun hurriedly hid back, and when he looked back, there was a sea of ​​flames behind him.

The fire was endless and continuous.He has nowhere to escape, surrounded in the very center.

It was as if a pile driver had been stuck in his head, and it gave him a splitting headache.Zhou Qizun squatted down and rested his head on his hands.He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't.

He lowered his head and glanced at the blood jade wrench in his hand—it was a dream again, this was the dream of the blood jade wrench.

Zhou Qizun endured the pain, raised his head again and looked around, this time he was the only one in the dream, only a sea of ​​flames, not the old man with white hair.

What kind of strange dream is this?Could it be that he was to be burned to death in a dream?

Zhou Qizun took two deep breaths and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Although the dream of the blood jade finger pulling is bizarre, every time it is very realistic, including the pain and emotion, it is very real.

This time too, there was only one paradox - such a big fire should have caused thick black smoke, but Zhou Qizun was not choked.

He deliberately moved his nose and smelled a fragrance in the fire.At first glance, it smelled the same as Zhang Jueming's, but after careful identification, there were some subtle differences - this scent was stronger.

"What kind of dream is this?" Zhou Qizun stared at the blood jade wrench in his hand.

Looking down, he was startled!

I saw a tongue of flame crawling up from his feet!The crimson flame was like a slender and soft red snake, climbing up from Zhou Qizun's instep, around his ankle, and then climbing up his calf...slowly upward.

Zhou Qizun couldn't move, but there was no burning pain coming from his body.Instead... very comfortable.Where the tongue of fire passed, the biting coldness was dispelled, and Zhou Qizun was no longer cold.

Comfortable warmth surrounded him, the pain in his head stopped, and his consciousness began to drowsy.Zhou Qizun closed his eyes, lost strength in his limbs, raised his head and fell into the sea of ​​fire behind him...

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Opening his eyes, Zhou Qizun saw the ceiling above his head.

This is waking up from a dream.He is in the hotel.

Zhou Qizun turned his head, and sure enough, he saw half of Zhang Jueming's sleeping face.

The slits of the narrow curtains that were opened last night were still as thin, and the gray light of dawn leaked from the slits, covering Zhang Jueming's face lightly.

The sky is already bright, but it is not yet clear. According to the length of the day in this season, it is about six o'clock now.

Zhou Qizun lowered his head, and saw that the quilt was almost completely pressed on him, so tight that he was about to hug him out of the nest, while Zhang Jueming scraped a small corner of the quilt.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhou Qizun lifted the quilt and stretched his legs to see - he was licked by fire in his dream just now.

My legs were still slightly numb, but it was different from the previous feeling.It's not uncomfortable, my legs are sharp and loose, just like I just stretched my muscles after running ten kilometers.

The blood jade wrench on the thumb of his left hand was slightly warming.Zhou Qizun rubbed it, and found that his body was not as weak as before, with some strength, even his throat was no longer dry and sore.

Could it be that a dream cured him?

It's so bizarre.

Zhou Qizun went to stare at Zhang Jueming again, thinking that when Zhang Jueming woke up, he still had to tell Zhang Jueming the whole truth, including the deep hatred of his Zhou family, and this strange finger wrench entrusted to his dream.

Because Zhou Qizun slept in the bed, the foot of the bed was narrow, thinking about it, he could only step over Zhang Jueming.

Zhou Qizun moved lightly, with his left and right palms on both sides of Zhang Jueming's head, one leg crossed Zhang Jueming's waist, and lowered his head... Zhou Qizun's waist stiffened physiologically—this posture , somewhat subtle.

Judging from the screenshots alone, he is giving people a "bed thump".Still in a state where Zhang Jueming was sleeping soundly and defenseless...it was simply inappropriate.

"..." Zhou Qizun glanced over Zhang Jueming's quiet and beautiful eyebrows, and quickly rolled over and got out of bed.

With both feet on the ground, Zhou Qizun let out a sigh of relief.He poked at the edge of the bed for a few seconds, then stepped forward again, bent down and picked up the quilt, put it all over Zhang Jueming, and tucked it up for him.

"Even if I don't sleep honestly, I shouldn't grab the quilt with you, right?" Zhou Qizun thought to himself.

——[-]% were covered by Zhang Jueming, so carefully and warmly.

It wasn't that Zhou Qizun thought he was taking the big picture, Zhang Jueming really cared about him.Zhang Jueming's nervousness, eager to let him hold it in his pocket, is not what a "meeting by chance" should look like.

Zhou Qizun approached Zhang Jueming and just stood there like that. He bent down to look at Zhang Jueming for a while, and then asked three times in a breathy voice: "Is the mountain ghost the Holy Mother? Why are you? You are... a little like me?"

Zhang Jueming was still asleep and did not respond.He was very quiet when he fell asleep, so quiet that his breathing was not obvious, so he had to concentrate on listening.Under the dim light on his face, Zhang Jueming's skin looked even paler, and the tiredness on his face pierced his eyes.

Zhou Qizun stood up straight, went to the clothes hanger by the window and pulled his coat.He took out the evil spirit talisman Zhang Jueming gave him from his coat pocket.

Afraid of waking Zhang Jueming, Zhou Qizun didn't turn on the light, so he took advantage of the dim light by the window to read the evil spirit amulet a few more times.

Zhou Qizun gently rubbed the bright red runes on his head with his hands.The surrounding light is so poor, there are still some bright golden lights shining in the big red, as beautiful as embedded stars.

Zhou Qizun put the Fusha Talisman into his trouser pocket, and he had to wear this talisman next to his body when going to bed and going to the bathroom.

Otherwise... Zhou Qizun thought about it, and unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth—otherwise, Zhang Cotton Candy would lose his temper at him.

"Don't..." Zhang Jueming suddenly moved uneasily on the bed and hummed in a low voice.

"Huh?" Zhou Qizun walked to the bed.

He looked down and saw dense beads of sweat oozing from Zhang Jueming's forehead, and his eyes frantically rolled under his eyelids.Zhang Jueming's lips trembled slightly, still murmuring something.

Zhou Qizun listened carefully, and he heard him calling for help!

"Help me....save me..."

This is haunted by nightmares.

"Cassia." Zhou Qizun frowned, and gently patted Zhang Jueming's face with his warm palm, "Cassia, wake up."

"Don't go..." Zhang Jueming slammed Zhou Qizun's wrist like a pair of iron pliers, "Where are you..."

Zhou Qizun was caught by him, his wrist bones were almost split.With a straight face, he thought to himself which Buddha Zhang Jueming was groping in his dream?In a hurry?

Zhang Jueming had to be woken up.

Zhou Qizun was not polite, and rubbed Zhang Jueming's cheeks with his fingertips: "Wake up."

Zhang Jueming's body twitched violently, as if he had been frightened.

"..." Zhou Qizun admitted that his heart softened.He was grabbed by Zhang Jueming with one hand, and he wiped Zhang Jueming's forehead with the other hand, and wiped the coldness of his palm.

"Don't...don't go..." Zhang Jueming opened his mouth and let out a breath.His chest suddenly rose and fell, and he turned his head and was choked.

"Cough cough...cough..." Zhang Jueming still couldn't open his eyes, he coughed violently, listening to this movement, his heart and liver were about to be vomited out.

Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue, supported Zhang Jueming's back with one hand, hugged him, and held him in his arms: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Jueming woke up from choking.The respiratory tract is hot and painful, coughing too hard, the throat should be broken, and there is a sweet taste of blood in the mouth.

It was dark.Zhang Jueming heard Zhou Qizun's voice: "Open your eyes, open your eyes."

Zhang Jueming tried his best to open his eyes, and saw Zhou Qizun's enlarged face.

Zhou Qizun frowned heavily, because his expression was too serious, and the unshaven green stubble on his chin looked particularly sharp, as if he could pierce his fingertips if he touched it.

Zhang Jueming found that he was actually leaning on Zhou Qizun's shoulder, which made him startled, and immediately bounced up like a zombie: "Cough, cough..."

"Don't move around." Zhou Qizun hugged Zhang Jueming firmly, "Hold on and take a deep breath."

Zhang Jueming took a deep breath, and at the same time let go of Zhou Qizun's hand.He tilted his head so as not to meet Zhou Qizun's eyes: "Cough...I'm sorry."

Zhang Jueming: "I'm fine."

"En." Zhou Qizun glanced down, couldn't see clearly, not to mention how bald, but a piece of oily skin must have been scratched off his wrist.

Zhou Qizun put his hand behind his back and let go of Zhang Jueming.

He didn't ask about Zhang Jueming's dream, anyway, it wasn't a good dream, otherwise it wouldn't be like that.Moreover, Zhang Jueming is a sensitive mountain ghost, and his mind is fragile, so it is not easy to ask more questions.

"Would you like some water? I'll pour you a glass." Zhou Qizun was about to get up to pour water, but Zhang Jueming pulled him suddenly.

With Zhang Jueming's strength in his hands and his quick-witted courage, Zhou Qizun was slapped hard again without any surprise, so he fell headfirst onto the bed.

Now it's all right, one wrist is bald, and the other wrist is probably bruised.

"..." Zhou Qizun sat firmly on his buttocks, "What are you doing? You scared me."

"Why are you up?" Zhang Jueming didn't care about the embarrassment anymore, he came to his senses and stared at Zhou Qizun, "Your body..."

"Hey, don't be nervous, look at me, take a good look at me." Zhou Qizun quickly grabbed the little mad dog and smoothed his fluff, "I think I should be fine."

Zhang Jueming was taken aback.He hurriedly grabbed Zhou Qizun's pulse.

The pulse condition is stable.The breath in the body moves peacefully and smoothly.How can there be any evil spirits in Zhou Qizun's body?

"The evil spirit in your body... is gone?" Zhang Jueming was so vigilant that his hair stood on end, "What's going on? Without my blood, you need to recover for at least a month."

He met Zhou Qizun's eyes, recalled Zhou Qizun's ghostly eyes again, and his heart ached even more: "Tell me the truth, what happened?"

"Don't worry." Zhou Qizun patted the back of Zhang Jueming's hand.

Zhang Jueming's poor wrist had already been bruised and scratched, and if he continued to pinch it, he might really break it.

However, Zhang Jueming was stubborn and would not let go.Zhou Qizun had no choice but to pout at his wrist: "Let go first. Do you know how strong you are? How many times have I said that my hand is about to break."

Zhang Jueming's fingers trembled, and he let go of Zhou Qizun like an electric shock.When he saw the marks and broken skin on Zhou Qizun's wrist, his heart went dark for a moment, as if it had been covered with a layer of black cloth and sealed, so that it would not be broken and could not be broken.

Mortals are fragile, and he hurts him.His feelings are too dark, too forceful.This will never be good for Zhou Qizun.

Zhang Jueming has always known that he never expected anything extravagantly.But the bottom of his heart was still so dark, so dark that it was boundless.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jueming said.

"It's okay." Zhou Qizun smiled, "You look so anxious and pale, isn't it because you are worried about me?"

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jueming said again.

Zhou Qizun didn't say that again, he glanced at Zhang Jueming, shook his wrist, and took off the blood jade ring on his left thumb: "I think it's because of this thing."

"What?" Zhang Jueming hadn't reacted yet.

Zhou Qizun directly handed the wrench to Zhang Jueming: "Take a look, is there anything wrong with this thing?"

"Finger pull?" Zhang Jueming didn't expect Zhou Qizun to hand him the blood jade finger puller.

——I heard it from the cat mouth of Spades earlier.The blood jade finger is Zhou Yunheng's only relic.

Zhou Qizun is very fond of this finger wrench. Once Spade scratched it with his paws, Zhou Qizun cursed, picked up a feather duster and kicked it up the asshole and beat it for two hours. Spade was so scared that he didn't dare to enter the door for a long time, thinking that Zhou Qizun would send it to wander in the latrine .

If it wasn't worn on the hand, the blood jade wrench would still be in the pocket, tucked under the pillow, the left and right were Zhou Qizun's only thoughts, and it was also his most painful and bloody wound.

Zhou Qizun needs to be strong, not to be touched easily.

Zhou Qizun: "Before I met you, I didn't believe in ghosts and ghosts at all, and I never saw ghosts."

"Let's start from the time of Chinese New Year." Zhou Qizun recalled, "When I sleep with my fingers on, I often have strange dreams."

"Including just now. I dreamed of a sea of ​​fire." Zhou Qizun pointed to his ankle, "From bottom to top, the fire burned my body. But I didn't feel any pain or fear. I woke up from the dream, and my body felt much more comfortable. It should be you who said, what kind of evil spirit is gone?"

Zhou Qizun: "I know it's strange, but I can't explain it. I don't know anything else."

"How could this be?" Zhang Jueming turned the blood jade wrench carefully, not seeing any mystery at a glance.The fingers belong to the Zhou family, could it have something to do with Qilin's blood?

"This finger is left from my great-grandfather's generation, and it is also a relic of my father." Zhou Qizun said, "It..."

"Dong dong dong."

The door was knocked three times.

Zhou Qizun didn't say any more, he and Zhang Jueming looked at each other, turned to the door and shouted: "Who is it?"

"Brother, room service." A young man was talking outside.

Zhou Qizun moved his ears to listen, and felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

"It's only after six o'clock, room service?" Zhang Jueming gave Zhou Qizun a pull.

Of course Zhou Qizun also thought it was unreasonable, he waved his hand at Zhang Jueming: "We didn't order room service."

"Brother, open the door." The people outside urged again as if they didn't hear it.

Zhou Qizun rubbed his chin: "I'll open the door."

"I'll drive." Zhang Jueming got up from the bed.

Zhou Qizun didn't stop him, but went to the door with him.

When opening the door, Zhang Jueming stretched out his hand to block it, allowing Zhou Qizun to pull behind him.

"..." Zhou Qizun blinked, stared at the back of Zhang Jueming's fair neck, and smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth raised.

Zhang Jueming opened the door a crack, and saw a fair-skinned young man standing outside the door: "We didn't call room service. It's so early, aren't you afraid of disturbing the guests' rest?"