"Uncle Yan!" I shouted desperately at the top of my voice, wanting to tear out all my internal organs.

My shrill screams echoed in the dark passages, and I don't know how many times I folded, and when they came back to my ears, it sounded so strange and weird.

The footprints are half-marked, but they are clear, in the style of a modern swallow, and if they are of a complete size, they can even be judged from them whether they are men's or women's shoes.

I can't take care of so much, if it is women's shoes, if it is left by Song Qiulan, then things will be in trouble. Zhong Qi, who has obtained the power of the fan bone, will only be more tricky than before.

The white light of the flashlight is shooting indiscriminately in the run, and I have already walked the way I came just now, and there is no trap in the zài, and there is no scruple when I go back.

After running for more than a minute, the light in front of him did not change at all, and all he could hear in his ears was the echo of his own shouting, and there was no response from Yan Bo. My voice grew quieter and quieter until I stopped, and my voice grew shorter.

"Yan Bo......" I said almost murmuringly, finally recognizing the reality. This door, there is no entry or exit, and it seems that I can't run back.

Since you can't go out and find help, you can face it yourself. Yan Bo said that these seven doors are the seven rules of Xu Jingchuan's dream case, but it is not clear what they are. A well-known dream master, the dream cases that can be left behind must be very representative, and if it is only a record, there should be no danger. I just have to go in and have a look and come out.

But that footprint ...... He must have seen something frightening to act like that. Song Qiulan won't still be ahead, right......

My throat was a little dry, I don't know if it was hoarse or nervous, as if someone was choking my neck. Not far ahead, there is still a passage of a black hole*hole, and the light of the handlamp will definitely not last until the end, so I can only go forward.

I don't know how long I walked, my legs moved forward mechanically, and I had to be vigilant about the situation around me while walking, and I could still hold on at first, but then I couldn't stand it anymore. Cold sweat on his head was frequent, his head was dizzy, and he soon began to appear in the form of a sluggish body.

Go on like this...... It's not an option.

I sat down in a random corner, which should have a wall. It was cold to the bone, but I still leaned on it, and it was better than being alone to endure it.

Counting it, today should be the 10th, or it's almost the 11th. Xiaoyu's birthday is the twelfth. If you don't solve this matter quickly, Zhong Qi will soon find the next container. If this matter can't be solved in my lifetime, it will inevitably implicate the next dream master. Who could it be, Xu Yuanzhi? Xu Fu? Or is it anyone who was originally full of fantasies about life and fell into the abyss all of a sudden?

The more I thought about it, the more confused my brain became, and I was forced to stand up, and my eyes inadvertently flicked forward, and I just wanted to take it back, but I suddenly found that there was light in front of me.

I rubbed my eyes and double-checked.

What a light! Is!

The body's instinct to survive immediately stimulates the adrenal glands. I ran happily towards the bright place, and I couldn't care if it was safe or not. People who have been in a dark space for a long time, once they see the light, they are even more excited than being alive.

Seeing that the light was right in front of me, I jumped in, and my whole body was instantly covered by the warm light.

It's so comfortable...... I held my hands open and forward, enjoying the precious sunshine......

No, sunshine? I opened my eyes and looked, and it was indeed sunlight, shining golden into my eyes. I immediately narrowed my eyes. Have I already walked out of the dungeon?

"Sir!"

"Sir's side!"

A shout after shout from ahead interrupted my thoughts, and I fixed my mind and looked ahead. This scared me to stomp my feet, where is this dungeon. It's just a barren mountain.

The criss-crossed gray mountains and stones crisscrossed in front of him like wild beasts, blocking a lot of the light. The finger-thick vines in the backyard of the Xu family are wrapped around these strange stones, reflected in the spreading wild grass, as if they are spiritual snakes spitting letters.

This is...... I was in a trance, and suddenly I remembered something, and turned to look behind me.

It's like copy-paste. The scene behind is exactly the same as the one in front of you, the mountains and rocks are weeds, and there are no black passages. I patted my head and suddenly understood something. Dare to love these seven doors, is it a passage to some kind of parallel world, throw me on the mountain at once, what does this mean?

"Sir!" The distant shouts that had been there before were much clearer now, and I looked back to see an old man in a yellow coarse cloth waving his hand desperately in my direction, his silver hair combed into a not very neat bun, and there were already a lot of disobedient vellus hairs running out of the side.

Probably because he was running too fast, he walked towards me with one shallow foot and one foot deep, half panting and half shouting, so tired that he surged his knees and touched his chest several times.

This should be something urgent, shouting like this, I'm afraid it's a life-threatening matter. It's just that this gentleman is really, the old man is so tired and runs over, so he should go and help him, it's really heartbreaking.

I shook my head and turned around like I was out of here. The mountains next to it look a little strange, and maybe you can find your way out from there.

As soon as I stepped out of my foot, there was a sudden "clanging" sound behind me, and I immediately stopped in place. When I turned around, there was still no one.

"Sir, stay ......" The old man's pace in front of him suddenly quickened. Judging by his tone, the gentleman must have run away. Also, when I turned back just now, I didn't see anyone.

What should I do, seeing that the old man is about to come in front of me, do I go or not now, or stay to comfort and comfort him?

is hesitating, the old man has arrived in front of him. I was surprised to find that although this man's hair was white, his face did not have the furrows and ravines of ordinary old people, but was black and red, with a healthy atmosphere. He stared at his little eyes, raised his head and looked at me directly, that look, he was a little similar to Yan Bo. Now that everyone is in front of you, let's say a few nice words.

"Old man, I haven't seen any gentlemen......"

"Sir, although the consultation fee is small, please take a look. My son...... I can't do it......," he said, and with a trembling hand of bread and mouth he took out a small cloth bag like a brocade bag, made of red cloth, wrapped in golden silk threads, and showing off a small lotus flower on the front. It's just that this small pocket looks a little old, and when it was touched by the old man, it took on the smell of earth.

It didn't matter if I didn't respond, the little bag was stuffed into my hand at once. I was stunned, but I still didn't hold back my curiosity, and when I opened the silk thread, I saw a few broken pieces of silver like stones.

Broken silver! This is...... I looked at the old man, and then at the silver in his hand, there was still a striking light in the sun, and my head suddenly buzzed, as if someone had been smothered from the back with a stick, and when I looked down, I understood.

Dare to love me and travel back to ancient times? I'm still wearing ...... Men's clothes? So this gentleman is talking about me?

I couldn't laugh or cry. This kind of scene that often appears in TV dramas was inexplicably bumped into by me, or in this strange atmosphere. But after thinking about it, it was still in the underground palace just now, and it was a mechanism left by the dream master, this should be just a dream, my body is still in a place in the dark passage, and I have to come out first.

"Look, how's it going?"

I patronized my thoughts, completely forgetting the old man in front of me, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and stepped forward and asked tentatively.

"What does the old man want me to see?"

When the old man heard this, his brows furrowed. I was secretly nervous, I guess I said something wrong.

"My son's ...... It's a strange disease. I think I've heard a lot about this journey. Sir, rest assured, I can guarantee Mr. thoroughness, go straight to Mr. go, take a look, I am ...... Has he still been able to save ......?"

What, and worry about your life? It doesn't seem like a good job. But if you ask me to go to the doctor, am I still a doctor?

Seeing that I didn't say a word, perhaps by acquiescence, the old man made a gesture to me and walked forward slowly, meaning that I should follow as well.

As soon as I stepped on the road, there was a "jingle bell" behind me. I was busy and wanted to turn around to look, but suddenly I realized that the bell was coming from me.

It turns out that I am a bell doctor.

To put it bluntly, I am a folk doctor who travels all over the rivers and lakes, to put it mildly, I am abiding by the teachings of "promoting the virtue of benevolence and righteousness, and cherishing the ambition of helping the world". To put it mildly, it is that there is no stable job, and the whole family is not hungry when one person walks around, and by the way, he walks the streets and alleys to visit the famous places of the motherland, and half a part-time travel friend. I thought that I would have to be a dream master to say the least, not only did my gender change, but even my profession was different.

But now in this situation, there is no place to complain for a while, so I have to follow the old man and continue to move forward. It's okay, since I'm a traveling doctor, it's normal to not see a good doctor, and when the time comes, I'll return the consultation fee to others, at least I won't parade through the streets like now, after all, I'm just an editor......

Walking on the road is idle, it's better to collect a little material, and when things are done, it's better to go back and make a special issue, so I asked slowly.

"What do you call an old man?"

I don't know if I was too nervous or what, the old man looked flattered, and replied politely: "Sir, I am just a rough man, surnamed Wan, and I have half an acre of thin fields in the village at the foot of the mountain. (To be continued.) )