I let out a long sigh and nodded, agreeing to do so. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Immediately, the two fell silent again. This time, I kept my eyes open, from left to right, top to bottom, and thought it through. After a long time, the tired eyes finally couldn't hold back again, as if they were covered with a gray mist, and gradually dimmed. When the mind is at its most trance-like, the things in front of me become more and more insignificant, and with the blurred vision, the mind becomes blank.

I don't know how I fell asleep, whether I sat down first and fell asleep or fell asleep and sat down, I don't remember very well. Closing your eyes is just a momentary effort. I'd love to know the answer as well. Perhaps, I'm really tired.

In the haze, I seemed to come to a dilapidated old house, where a frightened woman was placed on a bed with her hands tied behind her back. The woman was not very pretty, but she was delicate, with a round face, dark eyes, eyes full of fear, her whole body trembling from what she had been frightened, and her lips trembling and trembling. Those restless eyes kept turning around, as if they were on guard against something. I wondered, where am I again? I remember, I was in that room. How did he run to a strange place in the blink of an eye?

There was silence for a while, and to my disappointment, I still couldn't remember. Looking at the woman in front of me, I felt so familiar. Especially those dark bean-like eyes, which I have seen somewhere. I walked up to her, she couldn't seem to see me, I reached out my hands to caress her face, only to find that it was transparent and straight through her body. I was stunned for a moment, and realized that I had inadvertently intruded into other people's memories again. But I still had to raise my vigilance, for fear of encountering those horrible ghosts again. Why have you been intruding into other people's memories so frequently lately? Could it be because of my physical condition? I smiled bitterly for a while, and could only silently accept this iron-clad fact.

I stared at the person in front of me, her eyes, weeping, crying. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown. The bound feet struggled hard, and they didn't stop for a moment. The strangulation marks were clearly visible on the ankles, and the dark purple strangulation marks were eye-catching in front of my eyes. The desperate attempt to break free did nothing, and the rough hemp rope was still strong - it didn't move to tie her hands and feet. However, she didn't have time to think about the problem, and only instinctively tried to break free from the constraints of her hands and feet. The saliva on the side of her mouth fell all the way to her chest, and the whole person looked embarrassed. The hair was already unkempt, as if it hadn't been combed when he got up.

She woke up and quickly poured medicine. Don't grind, solve it quickly, shameless woman. A snarky voice came from the doorway, and with the sound of talking, the wooden door was pushed open in an instant. Outside the house, there were four or five maids and women, the leader of whom looked like the master's house, and her face was rubbed with heavy fat powder, although she still rubbed the powder and red, she couldn't hide the clear wrinkles on her face, as well as large and small freckles. Wearing a long dress with a red and purple robe, it looks so bloated. The horizontal flesh on both sides of the face hangs on the cheeks, which greatly hinders the beauty. As soon as she opened the door, she rushed to the bed frantically, reaching up and slapping her hand a few times. The woman who was slapped fell directly on the bed due to gravity, her hair was even more messy, and there were a few more pale red palm prints on her face, which looked very hideous and terrifying, she curled up there, let out a slight moan in her mouth, and couldn't open her eyes for a long time.

The room was crowded with people at once, and the maids and women all gathered around, some held her body, some pressed her feet, and one of the women brought a bowl of medicine, pinched her nose, and poured it into her mouth. And the hostess, who was standing on the side and looked at her coldly, snorted coldly, and her expression was full of sarcasm, as if she was looking at something worthless.

She was foaming at the bed and jumping a few times like a cramp, like the last trembling of a dead fish. Looking at her appearance, thinking of poor her, I only felt wave after wave of fluctuations in my heart, surging and restless. If I could, I would have rushed out to stop the "people" who wanted to eat people.

She gradually stopped trembling, but her eyes couldn't help but close. The whole person seemed to stop moving, and after a while, she lay there motionless, turning into a cold corpse. The white foam on the side of her mouth kept flowing onto the sheets, and what was even more concerning was the striking red liquid on the back half of her body, which soaked most of the sheets, and fell to the ground along the edge of the bed wet, splashing drop by drop, staining the embroidered shoes red. There was a restless air all around, and there was silence all around them, and suddenly the whole room was silent, so silent! Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Faintly, I felt that the room was getting a little cold. I really can't think of a reason for this inexplicable change. Is it the woman's resentment?

"Mother Zhang, you call a few maids, change the furnishings of this house, make people look upset, and by the way, carry the body to the mass grave and lose it, don't get in the way of my eyes. After a pause, she continued: "Also, go and ask Daoist Wu to come over and do a Dharma service, and when you are done, ask him to come up to my room and sit, I have something to find him." A group of maids and women retreated one by one. After a few moments, the room was calm again. The woman with a face full of flesh slowly walked to the head of the bed, and spit out a mouthful of saliva at the corpse lying on the bed, "The hair has not grown, dare to fight with me, bah, just this little bit of goods, I don't know what that dead ghost is greedy for you, the old donkey who doesn't have long eyes." After saying that, he walked out without looking back. "Ugly woman. I whispered into the distant background.

The moment I turned around, I was in another scene. The furnishings of this house are extremely luxurious and extravagant. The jade plate is quietly placed on a table carved from sandalwood, and the sandalwood lit on the pedestal is smoky and light like wisps. Wooden floors with red carpets. In the center of the room is an antique wooden bed. The tent is full of begonia flowers embroidered with silver threads, and a stitch and a thread can be seen how dexterous the embroidery hands are.

My eyes were drawn to a man and a woman on the bed. A thick curtain obscured the faces of the two men. I couldn't see their faces clearly, only the conversations coming from the bed.

"You dead ghost, you don't come to me once, and if I hadn't asked you to do the Dharma this time, I don't know when I would have seen you. This voice reminds me of a woman with a fleshy face. Is it her?

"Didn't I come, what you told me to do, I didn't do it properly for you. Little goblin, you are my sweetheart, it's too late for you to hurt you. After saying that, he laughed obscenely. I couldn't help but get goosebumps when I heard the laughter.

"You still have a little conscience. However, I also want you to help me suppress the soul of that woman, so that she will never be born and will not be able to be a ghost. The woman said fiercely.

"Okay, no problem, but you'll have to make it up to me afterwards. After saying that, he laughed dirty again, hugged the woman directly, and became intimate.