I had a dream in which I was walking on a foggy path, and the path was not a road in the city, but a country road, dusty, which could not be seen in the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I looked around, and because the fog was so heavy, I couldn't see anything clearly, and I didn't know where the front was and where the back was.

I can only move forward by feeling, anyway, there is a road, so what am I afraid of? If there is a road, it means that there are people who often walk, and as long as I meet people, I can know where it is.

I walked for I don't know how long, and suddenly found a fork in the road ahead, and now I was a little embarrassed, how can I go? It's easy to get lost when you walk blindly. I was standing at the intersection a little helpless, and I was thinking about whether to throw shoes or coins to decide which way to go, when I suddenly heard the sound of real suona.

The voice...... So familiar!

In my dreams, I listened carefully to this sound with my eyes closed, the familiar melody, but I couldn't remember which TV series or movie I had heard it.

And I also found a problem, the sound was loud and small, and it was erratic, so I couldn't tell which way they were coming from, so I decided to wait at this junction, because they would pass by this road sooner or later, and then I would know what this place was.

I listened for a while and found that the voice was actually moving away from me, which surprised me, what was going on? Did they turn a corner?

I quickly opened my eyes and found that the fog was heavier, I felt that I couldn't get up when I saw such a thick fog, this kind of conditioned reflex originated when I was in college, our school winter will not see the sky before 10 o'clock in the morning, the fog caused by the nearby factory is particularly choking, making people feel difficult to breathe, so masks are sold in our school is particularly popular.

I don't have a mask in my hand now, so I can only put my hands over my mouth, trying to make out with my ears the sound that is coming from the road that is getting farther and farther away.

I listened carefully for a long time, and finally hesitantly determined that it seemed to be on the left road. I just stepped and chased twice, and suddenly heard the sound of suona behind me, which startled me, as if it suddenly appeared behind me, I was already frightened because there was no one around, and this time it scared me enough, I turned around suddenly, and looked at the situation behind me and was stunned.

This scene...... I've seen it.

The voice...... I've heard that.

This scene is the one that came out when I looked at my own life and death, a group of strangely dressed people carrying a huge wooden raft, on which sat a horrible thing covered under a big red and green robe. At that time, I still remember clearly, it was just a puddle of minced meat, and blood kept dripping down.

And this voice is completely the movement of the dead coming out of the funeral, reminiscent of the huge thing carried by this strange procession, is this a funeral procession?

I stood in the middle of the line, as if the people on both sides didn't see me. Walking on their own, everyone held a bright candle in their hands, and everyone's face was not sad. It's jubilant.

The weird atmosphere of the whole funeral procession made me feel creepy.

I saw the blood-dripping bamboo raft again, and I saw the huge figure on the blood-dripping bamboo raft, and I knew that under the red and green robe was actually a puddle of minced meat.

What is it that can have such a large amount of meat? Why is there such a jubilant expression on the faces of these mourners?

Seeing the blood-dripping bamboo row keep approaching me. I didn't want to be drenched in this warm blood again, so I turned around and ran.

This time it went well, my legs and feet were still mine, and there was no failure at all like last time. I saw that I could run, and it made me happy. I kept running, I wanted to run to the front of the line. Then I went out of the middle of this weird line, but I didn't see the front of the line for a long time, which made me more and more frightened the more I ran.

After running for a while, I finally realized that something was wrong, although I kept running forward, but the line shouldn't be so long at all, I was just stunned, how could the line be so long?

I slowed down and turned my head to look, it didn't matter, my legs suddenly seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't take a step at all. I don't know when the huge bamboo raft has come behind me, I can only watch it cross the top of my head again, warm and sticky blood dripping down my body, my head, I reached out to block it, and it ended up dripping with sticky blood on my hand, still warm.

After the bamboo row above my head drenched me in blood, it suddenly disappeared, I only felt that the originally gloomy sky suddenly brightened, and then looked up, the bamboo row and the strange flow of people on both sides disappeared, and the suona sound of the dead man's funeral in my ears gradually faded away.

I could feel the sound moving very fast in front of me, damn it, I was just running away, I forgot to ask where it was.

I hurriedly raised my legs to chase, but I didn't expect that the legs that had been filled with lead became able to run and stop at this time, I ran crazy towards the front for less than two steps, and suddenly there was a suona cross talk behind me, I looked back, and the same scene appeared in front of me again.

This time I knew my purpose, and I didn't feel nervous at all. Anyway, I was already drenched in blood, so I didn't care about being drenched again, I grabbed the person next to me, and just wanted to ask him what kind of place this was, how could I go home, and suddenly found that the Changming wick in the person's hand was not ordinary cotton thread at all, but a pea-sized head spitting fire. I was startled, and looked at the man's face in surprise, although the man was smiling happily, but his eyes had betrayed him, and the hand that had been holding the human head candle in both hands had already been put down, and touched the steel knife on his body.

I quickly let go of the man's arm, but the man had no intention of returning to the group, and let them pass by him.

I stood face to face with the man, and a chill came over me, and I wanted to shout. But I couldn't do that, and I was afraid that my cry for help would cause more weird people.

I watched as the man pulled out the steel knife little by little, raised it above his head, and the candle in his hand grinned with him.

I was so frightened that I couldn't move, and suddenly, the man holding the steel knife in front of me suddenly looked frightened, and stared closely behind me, I didn't dare to move, and my eyes were fixed on his steel knife, for fear that he would take advantage of my turn back, and the knife would fall on the head and fly.

The scene I imagined didn't happen, and the strange man didn't know what he was afraid of and quickly turned around and ran forward, so I dared to look back and see what was going on behind me. (To be continued.) )