"Knock Knock"

Mu Ying raised her hand and knocked lightly on the door in front of her.

"Here we are." A young voice came from the room, not in the least in keeping with the age of the door.

"Uh... Who are the two...? Mingluo pushed open the door and saw a pair of unfamiliar faces of men and women, and was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Mu Ying, and I'm from a foreign country." Mu Ying took off the lily hat and shook off a canopy of spring rain, revealing a face with a gentle smile.

"Can I ask my little brother about something?"

"Uh... OK. Mingluo looked at Mu Ying and Ying Sulong suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

"Have there been any visions here?" Mu Ying asked with a smile.

"Vision?" Mingluo was stunned, "You said this village?" Or is it the mountains and rivers? ”

"Mountains and rivers." Mu Ying pondered for a moment and asked, "Brother Tai, do you know?" ”

"In recent years, the wind and rain in the village have been smooth, and there is no vision, as for the lofty mountains and mountains within a radius of 100 miles, although I don't know below, but Brother Tai can go to the village Orion to ask, they always go out to hunt, maybe they know something." Mingluo replied.

"So..."Mu Ying pursed her lips and groaned for a while, so she had to arch her hand towards Mingluo, and said, "Then thank you brother, please forgive me for any trouble, and say goodbye." ”

"No problem." Mingluo nodded and closed the door.

"Brother, wait." Mu Ying, who was about to leave, seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned her head to stop Mingluo.

"How?" Mingluo Fu opened the door that was about to squeak.

"I almost forgot, who in your village can write?" Mu Ying took out a blank piece of paper from her arms and handed it to Mingluo, "Do you deny this handwriting?" ”

"I wrote this morning, where did you find it?" Ming Luo glanced at it, closed the paper, and asked.

"Found in a col a few miles from the village." Mu Ying looked at Mingluo, her eyes condensed slightly: "You wrote this?" ”

"It's me, I just wrote it this morning, what?" Mingluo looked at Mu Ying's suddenly subtle expression strangely.

"How much did you write this morning?" Mu Ying didn't reply to him, and asked again.

"Wrote one." Mingluo replied.

"You write the same thing every day?"

"What is written on this piece of paper is a dream, and dreams naturally cannot be the same every day." Mingluo smiled.

"Then why did I see thousands of pieces of paper in that col, and the contents on them were all exactly the same?" Mu Ying's eyes became serious.

"What?" The smile on the corner of Mingluo's mouth froze suddenly, "I have only done this dream that I can't remember, and I have only written this sentence once, why are there so many thousands?" ”

"Don't believe me?" Mu Ying stretched out her hand to Ying Sulong, who understood, and took out two pieces of paper of the same size from her arms and put them in Mu Ying's palm.

"Look at it again."

Taking the two pieces of paper in Mu Ying's hand, Mingluo flipped it open, and after scanning the words twice, his eyes froze like a freeze frame, his face was pale, and the cold sweat behind him surged up like a cold wave.

Looking at Mingluo's strange reaction, Mu Ying's eyes narrowed. If it was said that the white paper and black ink could contain monsters, he didn't believe it at first, but since he touched the pile of white paper that was whistling and rolling in the valley, there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

He picked one up and felt like he had taken it.

I changed it again, and it still felt familiar.

asked Ying Sulong, but she didn't feel this way. He had to blame it on an illusion of his own.

"Brother Tai ......" Mingluo suddenly spoke up, interrupting Mu Ying's deep groan.

When I looked up, I saw that Mingluo was sweating like rain and his face was pale.

"There's only two left... It's really a trick... But it's really not what I've written below..."Mingluo's voice trembled a little, "Brother Tai... Inside the house? ”

“…… Well. Mu Ying nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, brother." Mingluo's lips trembled, and he opened the door, making a way for Mu Ying.

"No problem." Mu Ying stepped into the house, and Ying Sulong followed.

In the room, Mingluo handed over a stack of papers to Mu Ying, about the thickness of a palm.

"I ......" Mingluo's lips trembled, his voice intermittent, "this is... This is my flat... Written on weekdays..."

Mu Ying took the stack of rice paper and looked at it one by one.

Ying Sulong also looked at it, and after Mu Ying flipped through a few photos, she said slowly: "I have also had this kind of dream, it is a very ordinary dream. ”

And when Mu Ying flipped to the next one, the eyes of the two suddenly froze.

"The wind sounded in the middle of the night, just like a flute from people. In early spring, Yang Liubi ...... as scheduled" Mu Ying's breathing gradually became short, and she turned to look at Mingluo, almost gritting her teeth and asking, "Where did you hear this poem?" ”

“…… In dreams. Stunned by Mu Ying's expression, Mingluo hesitated and replied.

"Impossible!" Mu Ying drank the case, and the sudden voice startled Mingluo and Ziyu.

"I wrote this poem the day before yesterday, how could you dream of it?" Mu Ying's tone was cold, and she looked at Mingluo.

"You... Is it human? ”

"I... Of course I am..."Mingluo took two steps back, and Mu Ying at this time was like an angry lion.

"Ying." Ying Sulong stepped forward and tugged at Mu Ying's sleeve.

"Let's go."

Under Ying Sulong's pull, Mu Ying's wild aura that almost overflowed suddenly dissipated. Exhaling heavily, Mu Ying examined Mingluo again, and after making sure that he really didn't have the slightest demonic aura in his body, he hugged his fist towards him.

"Brother Tai, Shicai didn't mean to be like this, it's a lot of offense."

"Uh... Well... It's okay..."Mingluo swallowed and nodded hesitantly.

"Farewell." Mu Ying arched her hand, pushed the door and left.

Ying Sulong followed, but before leaving the door, her eyes carefully scanned around Mingluo.

When the door closed, Mingluo and Ziyu sat down on the bed as if deflated.

"I see... They're not people, aren'......" Mingluo smiled bitterly, "I have been practicing martial arts with Uncle Qin since I was a child, but today I am scared, especially the woman, her eyes are fixed on me, like a wolf staring at its prey." ”

"Just don't provoke them, and if they come again, let me deal with it." Ziyu clenched his fists and said.

"Silly girl, with a big man like me here, which turn is going for you." Minro smiled.

"You... Are you worried about others? Ziyu bit her lip, her cheeks flushed.

"Shicai also said that I was born with a face."

"Hmm... Hmm..."Mingluo tilted his head away, his old face slightly red, "now... I think I remember it now......"

At the entrance of the village, where the fields are cultivated.

"Now... Trouble. On the way, Mu Ying, whose face was hard to see, kept rolling her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ying Sulong's face was also solemn, but she was only faintly aware of the strangeness of the incident.

"I doubt ......" Mu Ying's neck stiffened and turned to Ying Sulong, and then swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"We... Fell into a space-time loop......"

"What!?" The moment Ying Sulong heard these words, goosebumps bulged all over her body, and all the experiences of the past few days instantly woke up from the depths of her memory, like a hammer hitting her heart.