I felt the breath of someone breathing softly in my ear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I turned my head a little and glanced around, and there was no one to be seen. I looked at the top of the staircase, and there were bloody footprints on the steps, but there was no one on the steps. There was a cold sensation in my fingers, and it felt like I had been stabbed in the body by a bunch of small needles. I can't imagine what would happen in a situation where I couldn't help it. It was a dream, and my mind was unusually clear. Even so, I couldn't escape the ravages of my dreams.

It was unusually quiet, with no sign of anyone or anyone to be found, just piles of old clothes and a large number of smudged garments. The blood on the ground did not know where it came from, and the bloody footprints on the stairs were not traced by whom. All of this seems to me to be a mystery that cannot be solved.

This dream was surprisingly long, as if I had been imprisoned by the dream and oppressed by it. In the darkness, there was some abnormal weak light, faintly appearing, as if there was nothing. The pain in my body made me forget my fear for a while. But that doesn't mean that I don't have fear at this time. Layers of fine beads of sweat oozed from my forehead almost at the same time. I tried to wipe it with my hands, but I couldn't move. I don't know if my face is pale and colorless, I can't see that. I could clearly feel my heart beating faster.

I looked at the ceiling and saw that it was a room I had never been in before. In a dreary room, the air is dull and muddy. It was as if someone had immobilized me, unable to move, and I lay on the ground with a big push of old clothes. I even wondered if I would be crushed by these heavy clothes, maybe it would be, it was just a matter of time. I wanted to wake up, I wanted to scream, but my throat felt like someone was choking, and I couldn't scream, so I could only gasp for air. In this way, I slowly and laboriously looked at my surroundings, and there was an indescribable horror and horror in my heart. What kind of place is this? With so many clothes, is it a warehouse? It doesn't look like a warehouse, it looks like a house where people live.

I looked at the chandelier above me, swaying and swaying without the wind, as if someone had climbed up to the ceiling and deliberately fiddled with it. I know that those "things" are provoking me, and even so, so what, now people are swords, I am fish and meat, and I can only be slaughtered by others.

As everyone knows, the pendant on the chest of the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed emits some dazzling light, and a shadow floats out of the pendant. Zhang Jing looked at the sleeping girl, frowned, he reached out to shake the girl who was haunted by nightmares, but found that his hands couldn't touch the girl's body. He looked at his slightly transparent hands, and it seemed that his spiritual power had not yet returned to normal. At this moment, Xiao Qing was in danger, he looked at the curtain, was it just an illusion? How did he feel that a shadow flashed past. At this time, the situation did not allow him to think about it too much, so he could only go to move the rescue soldiers. Thinking like this, his body floated up, suspended in mid-air like a balloon, and slowly, little by little, drifted towards the corner of the wall, and he went straight through the wall.

When she arrived in another room, Zhang Jing floated directly to the bed. The young man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and he was quite shocked when he saw Zhang Jing, and then he immediately reacted, got up with a bone, and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. He ran to the front desk and asked for the key to Xiaoqing's room, originally the front desk waiter would rather not give it, there was no way, Bai Xuanzhi could only wake up Zhang Lin, who was asleep, and let him communicate with the waiter. Zhang Lin knew that things were a little unusual, so he didn't ask much, and went to the front desk to ask for the key to Xiaoqing's room, and hurried there. As soon as the front desk attendant saw Zhang Lin, he didn't embarrass him much, but just gave him a few words of advice as usual, and immediately handed the key to him. The two of them hurried to room 202, opened the door, and saw me lying motionless on the bed. Bai Xuanzhi ran to the side of the bed as soon as possible, probed my breath with his hand, and found that my breath was very weak. He slapped me vigorously on the cheek and called out my name.

It wasn't until they saw my slowly open eyes that the two people present breathed a sigh of relief. I rubbed my eyes and slowly got up, tears sliding down the corners of my eyes when I saw them. I choked up and said, "I just ...... Thought I was going to die!"

Zhang Lin poured a glass of water and handed it to me, asking me to calm down first. I drank the water, rested for a while, and waited until my mood stabilized a little before I told them about the scene in my dream. At this time, Zhang Jing had re-entered the pendant, he could not appear in the world for a long time, he came out this time and consumed a lot of spiritual power, and became even weaker.

Bai Xuanzhi looked around the room, then walked to the window and opened the glass window, poked his head out to look around a few times, his brows were locked from beginning to end. None of us made a sound, focusing all our attention on Bai Xuanzhi's body, hoping that he would find out.

After all, it's a weird thing. I almost died in my dreams. After a long time, Bai Xuanzhi turned inside and out of this room. He walked up to me silently. Seeing this, Zhang Lin immediately asked, "How is it?, have you found anything abnormal?" Bai Xuanzhi shook his head, "It's just that there is nothing suspicious to make it strange." It stands to reason that if those "things" have come, they will leave some breath more or less, but this room has no smell of those things at all, and it is a little clean and unpleasant. Generally speaking, there are more or less one or two lonely ghosts wandering around in the crowded places of the hotel, but this reception center, I have not seen a ghost since I came in, which is a bit unreasonable. What's even stranger is that there is no land god in this place. Every place has a patron saint for every place. There were no ghosts in the guest house, and there were no patronus spirits, so I suspect they were hiding for fear of some powerful force. This is enough to explain why this place is so thoroughly "clean". ”

While speaking, Officer Lin also rushed over when he heard the sound. With a shocked look on his face, he saw that we were all there, and closed the door with his hand. The clothes draped over his shoulders slipped to the ground. He picked it up, patted the dust on it, and asked us as he patted it, "What's going on?" I heard a lot of chatters outside, and a few of them were eavesdropping nearby, what happened?" he pulled a chair next to him and sat down, ready to listen to our explanation.

"Xiaoqing had a nightmare just now. Bai Xuanzhi briefly explained what happened.

"I see, it's just a nightmare, everyone has it, it's okay. Lin Yao comforted me a few words, paused for a while, he suddenly discovered something, and then asked: "But, how do you know that Xiao Qing has a nightmare and came here on purpose?" He looked at Bai Xuanzhi with a scrutinizing eye, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.