At the end of the day's work, Zhang Yun only felt exhausted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Recently, there have been a lot of things in the company, and no matter how much work is done, it will not be reduced, and she has not been able to rest well due to the nightmare, which makes her feel extremely tired.

But she can endure all this, but what she can't stand is the cold eyes of others.

I don't know if it's her psychological effect, but I always feel that since that incident, her colleagues' attitude towards her has become cold.

Is it because she is a dead star?

Or is it because she is afraid of evoking bad memories that she will be too cautious to appear cold?

Zhang Yun was a little puzzled. But she's been so tired lately that she really doesn't want to use her brain anymore.

Unconsciously walked to the alley of the community, because she got off work late, it was already dark at this time, and there was no one at the entrance of the alley.

Zhang Yun unconsciously quickened his pace.

There was a sound of clattering footsteps behind me, soft, but always there.

Zhang Yun stopped in horror.

The footsteps stopped.

Moving forward again, the sound of a da-da

Behind her, there are people.

Who is following her? Zhang Yun covered her mouth with one hand and lowered her head and walked forward quickly, her legs trembled with fear, and she wanted to run but couldn't speed up.

As if she had repeated it in countless dreams, the more she wanted to escape, the more she wanted to escape from the pursuit of those resentful ghosts, the heavier her steps became, and the more she couldn't run fast.

God, if this is a nightmare, let her wake up quickly.

Sadly, the gods didn't hear her prayers. The footsteps behind him were getting closer.

A hand stretched out from between her hair, and the bones on the pale and slender fingers were clearly bone-jointed, and the cold breath could be clearly felt even if it didn't touch her body.

This hand is not the hand of a living man, this hand is from hell, it is the hand of the demons who have come to grab her!

These thoughts surged in Zhang Yun's heart in an instant.

She couldn't help but let out a loud "ah".

A short "ah" sounded behind her at the same time, and as if startled by her reaction, the hand retracted.

Zhang Yun quickly turned around, picked up the bag in his hand and smashed it at the person behind him.

"Ouch!" The man behind him didn't check for a while, was smashed by her backpack, and took a few steps back with his head covered.

Zhang Yun chased after him like crazy, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances that he had held in his heart during this time, and beat the man with his head and screamed "oops".

"Hey, you're enough, you're welcome!" the man menaced, clutching his head.

Hearing this, Zhang Yun calmed down, stopped panting, pretended to be fierce, and said viciously: "Say, what are you doing with me?!"

"I said, miss, is this road your home, why do I say I'm following you when I'm walking so well?" the man let go of the hand covering his head, his face displeased.

"Eh, aren't you following me?" Zhang Yun asked suspiciously, "Then ...... just now?"

"What happened just now?" said the man with a frown, "I just walked over and suddenly beat me with a bag, I want to ask you what's the matter." ”

Zhang Yun listened to the other party's words and glanced down at the man's hand.

It was a very ordinary pair of hands, with slender fingers and beautiful shapes, which looked very powerful, and were not pale at all.

Zhang Yun knew that he had misunderstood.

"Sorry, I ......" Just blushing and wanting to apologize, Zhang Yun suddenly noticed that the other party was wearing - a black hoodie and dark jeans, this guy was the sneaky man who hid behind the telephone pole in the morning!

"You still say you're not following me?!" Zhang Yun glared at him angrily, "The man who hid behind the telephone pole and secretly watched me in the morning is you!"

"What?" the man scratched his head with a blank face, and said in surprise, "Behind the telephone pole? I was buying breakfast at the time, how did it turn out to be secretly watching you? Miss, are you overthinking? This is a disease, and it must be cured." ”

Seeing the other party's determined expression, Zhang Yun carefully recalled the scene in the morning, it seemed that there was indeed a morning stall next to it at that time, could it really be that he was thinking too much?

"Aren't you following me?"

"Bloody handprints?!" the man was shocked, "what are you talking about? Are you mistaken? If it's true, this is a big deal, you have to call the police." ”

After hearing the man's words, Zhang Yun was suspicious and asked cautiously, "Then ...... are you now?"

"I'll go home. The man said and raised his finger to the residential building next to him, "I live here, on the third floor." ”

"Really?"

"Miss, I've got you. The man said with a helpless expression, "That's it, I'll go up now, you look at the room on the third floor, and I'll turn on the light to prove it to you when I enter the room, okay." ”

After speaking, the man no longer paid attention to Zhang Yun and strode over.

Zhang Yun really stood downstairs and waited, and after a while, the room where the man pointed to it did turn on the light just now, and she was relieved to know that she had really misunderstood.

With a sigh of relief, secretly laughing that he was really a little nervous, Zhang Yun turned around and walked in the direction where he lived.

She didn't notice that the man had been standing by the window when he had gone upstairs, his listless eyes watching her until she was far away, and he had closed the window.

"Lord Mingchuan, why don't you just do it?"

There was no second person in the room besides the man, but the voice did not come from the man's mouth, but from behind him, reflected in the shadow on the wall. The character of the speaker could not be discerned from this slightly deep voice alone.

"It's useless to do it now. Ming Chuan said to his shadow, if people who don't know the situation see this picture, they will think that this is a psychopath talking to their shadow, which looks a little crazy and weird.

"Why?" and yet his shadow could speak in response to his words.

Of course, it was not Mingchuan's shadow that responded, but Yinglan hiding in the shadow.

"Because the child has not yet realized what is happening around him, the bell will not work. Ming Chuan walked over to the couch and sat down, his shadow moving from his front to his back as he moved.

"But......" Shadowlan's voice also came behind him with the shadow.

"I've got to let her know what's going on around her. Ming Chuan sighed, his face full of impatience, "I thought it was a simple task, but it turned out to be so troublesome." ”

"Will it be too late?" asked Shadowlan.

"Well, that's what I'm worried about, too. Ming Chuan scratched his head, "There are bloody handprints, which is not a good sign, indicating that the thing is about to have substantial energy." It's going to be dangerous to go on like this. ”

"Otherwise, we just don't do anything, and wait until it condenses substantial power, so that Lord Mingchuan can use the 'Ghost Sword' justifiably. Shadow Lan suggested in a cheerful voice.

"It's also a good idea. Ming Chuan nodded, but his brow furrowed, "But ......"

"But what?"

"Forget it, that's the only way to do it. Ming Chuan simply lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.