Yuran searched for a long time, but still didn't get the slightest news about Muhiko, as if this person disappeared out of thin air, walking and stopping, I don't know how many places I have walked through, how many people I have asked, but it is still to no avail. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The seventh day of July in the past year is here again, the ghost door of July seven is open, the wandering ghosts and wild ghosts, at this time, come to the human world to visit their relatives, from twelve o'clock in the evening to three o'clock in the morning, this time, is the time when the ghost door is opened, the ghosts rush to pour out of the simple and solemn ghost door, there are relatives to see their relatives, and those who do not have relatives also want to fish in troubled waters to find a substitute, anyway, the seventh day of July in the calendar year will always inexplicably die some people or livestock.

In the past, when my father and mother were alive, Yuran slept with them, and the three years after their death were spent on the cold ice couch of the cockatiel in Hantan, and today, Xiran, who has no one to rely on, is still wandering in the wilderness where no one has long been around.

Dressed in red like blood, Xiran doesn't like red, because the red is too dazzling, too bloody, but since the white clothes on his body are dyed with the blood of his relatives, Xiran has fallen in love with the color of fire, because he is wearing fiery red, as if his father and mother are still by his side, he is not alone.

At twelve o'clock, the ghost gate opened, and suddenly there were many strangely dressed pedestrians on the originally empty field, and they talked to each other, talking nonsense that Yuzome didn't understand at all, and they went to their own destinations.

As if she hadn't seen these ghosts, Yuzome walked leisurely on her own path, her fiery red clothes looking so abrupt in this wilderness full of ghosts.

Squeak Squeak.........

I don't know what the cry is.,It sounds so harsh and abnormal.,And then a strange scene appeared.,The crowded wilderness that was originally caused by the opening of the ghost door.,It became extremely empty.,And then all the scenery flew by in front of Yuran's eyes.,Finally, in a trance.,Yuran fainted gloriously.。

If someone had been there just now, they would have seen a very strange picture, the yellow eyes of the woman in red were shining, and then all the ghosts who came out of the ghost gate rushed to flee, as if there was something they were afraid of, but it was all in vain, they flocked to the glowing eyes, and finally were swallowed by the light.

By the time the ghost found out that something was wrong and came to check, it was wild and empty, the ghost was gone, and the place where the original sunset was located, the people had disappeared, and there was nothing left, only the howling yin wind, still howling to the fullest......

The head seems to burst open.,Yuran clearly felt the pain as if he was going to tear himself apart.,Try to open your eyes.,But,The eyes are like they're stuck with glue.,Weight like a thousand pounds.,No matter how hard you try,It's all in vain.。

"Don't bother, the effect of the medicine is still an hour away, every time you are so disobedient, do you want us to be scared to death by you? Do you know how deep that Cloud Cliff is? If it weren't for the master, I see, your little life is the result, I really don't know what to say about you, that Luo Yun is so important? What's so good about that man, I really don't understand, what are you thinking about? I see, it's all paste......"

A lazy male voice with a little dissatisfaction came into Yuran's ears, the man was angry and annoyed at first, and then he was sour and dissatisfied, saying something that Yuran didn't understand.

What master, what Luo Yun, what man, and who is this chattering person around him? Didn't you meet a group of ghosts when the ghost door was opened? Then I lost consciousness as I walked, why did I appear in this place.

Originally, I thought that who saved me from fainting, but from this man's words, I learned that why did I inexplicably have an extra master of Raushzi? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, the more I thought about it, the more blurred it became, and finally the voice in my ears gradually blurred.

In a drowsy state, Yuran saw the same self, but a different life from himself, or happy, or sad, or angry, or sad, all revolving around a handsome man with a thin and cold temperament, every time he went to find him by himself, and then kept making a lot of childish actions around him.

Or, to say something impatient, there is no parents and no blood in the memory, and there will be a kind old man interspersed with sporadic eyes, and a group of men who are either sarcastic or caring, what is going on? Which is true and which is false? I was obviously looking for Mu Yan's bastard, and then I met a group of ghosts, why is it inexplicable, there are so many more shit memories, and there are more inexplicable people?

After the effect of the medicine, Yuran woke up as he wished, and when he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a spacious and bright room, the interior furnishings were simple and clear, full of women's vitality, this would definitely not be everything he was familiar with, but I don't know why, in the face of this room full of femininity, Yuzome felt that the person who designed this room was himself, because he was familiar with everything here, even the smell was the same.

Lifting the quilt covering him, Yuzome walked barefoot on the thick cashmere blanket, his eyes scanning the slightly familiar room around him.

The bedroom is a slightly dreamy pink system, a princess chuang of about two meters, placed in the center of the wall, and then on the left side of chuang's head is a crystal floor lamp, opposite chuang is a row of four-seat sofas with chaise longues, a tempered brown glass coffee table, there is a freshly changed lily bouquet, and ten steps away from the right side of chuang is a neat floor-to-ceiling window.

The afterglow of the setting sun is radiating the last afterglow, and the dim light comes in, falling softly on the body of the sunset. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the scenery outside the window, Xiran was very complicated, what was going on, which one was a dream, which one was real, why did he feel that these two identities were his own, and they were both real? Frustrated, she squatted down, her hands kept rubbing her long dark purple hair, like a trapped little beast, struggling, her heart was so hesitant, so confused and uneasy, who was she......