"Why do you ask me?" The fat man shouted, "Of course you have to ask yourself about this kind of thing." ”

"I ......" Zhang Meng spread his hands helplessly and said: "Although those who have nightmares, their dreams are infected by me, and I have the same dreams as them, but the problem is that I am not a victim." ”

"Then what do you want to do, we all have to have a nightmare to confirm it?" The fat man's dissatisfied Nunu mouth, turned around and calculated Xiao Jiujiu by himself.

Suddenly, the fat man's face changed: "Hey, no, no......"

"What's wrong? Don't talk to yourself, it will make everyone panic. Laizi on the side said to the fat man.

"Damn, why are you so stupid." The fat man immediately rushed at Laizi and said, "You are stupid! The little lady and the big Na lost some of their memories, and the nightmare didn't work for them, but Nima! It's normal for the two of us, the two of us. ”

Hearing the fat man's words, Lai Zi also frowned, raised his head and said suspiciously: "It's not so strict, right?" The death of the two of us is also very strong. ”

"!" The fat man said with a dark face: "Who the hell knows if the dead can isolate the nightmare?" You must know that Zhang Quede's third uncle is also a well-known native master in the tomb robbery world, and he also suffered from a nightmare. In case this nightmare spreads to us......"

"Grandma's Zhang Quede, why didn't this infectious nightmare appear sooner or later, but at this time!" The fat man pointed at Zhang Meng and cried.

"This thing is not under my control at all." Zhang Meng said with some grievances.

"Alas! I was really killed by you. "The fat man wants to cry without tears.

"Needless to say, it is impossible to confirm whether Ah Meng's tiredness comes from that nightmare." Lai Zi defended Zhang Meng and said: "Maybe Ah Meng is really just a little tired? ”

"I hope so." The fat man sat on the ground with his ass.

"That's right, Ah Meng." Lai Zi paused, turned his head to look at Zhang Meng, and asked, "I don't know what kind of dream your nightmare is?" ”

"This ......" Hearing Laizi mention the dream, Zhang Meng, who had been tortured by it for half a month, sighed deeply and said: "Actually, it's nothing, in dreams, there are often several mirrors, and there will be some terrifying demons and monsters in the mirrors every time." ”

"What kind of mirror?" Raiko frowned.

Ye Jiu and Lady Na next to them couldn't help but prick up their ears after hearing the mirror.

"It's the kind of mirror that can be replicated, the mirror we see in the Exquisite Ancient City." Zhang Meng raised his head and said.

"A mirror that can be reproduced?" Lai Zi took a deep breath, then turned back to look at Ye Jiu: "Similar to the kind where King Liu of Guangchuan went to the tomb?" Duplicants? ”

"Almost." Ye Jiu nodded.

"What's wrong, there's a problem?" Seeing Lai Zi's expression, Zhang Meng also said suspiciously: "Actually, I guessed at first that it might be related to the Gate of Rebirth, but later, this dream gradually stopped happening, and I forgot about it." ”

"Alas!" The fat man in the distance touched his head.

Hearing Zhang Meng's answer, Lai Zi also smiled bitterly and did not respond.

"Brother Laizi, what's wrong?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Huh." Lai Zi smiled faintly: "Now I can't tell, it seems that everyone really needs to have a good rest tonight, if there is no nightmare, it means that we are too worried......"

"I hope so." Looking at Laizi who wanted to speak and stopped, Zhang Meng had an ominous premonition in his heart, and the Laizi and the fat man in front of him were probably already plagued by infectious nightmares.

Although Zhang Meng doesn't know, why is it that the lingering nightmare will appear again when he is about to reach his destination?

But Zhang Meng could feel that this time, they were really getting closer and closer to the truth.

"Sleep, sleep! No matter if the sky is falling, the head has a bowl-sized scar, and the fat man is a good man again eighteen years later. The fat man muttered in his mouth, and lay down under the rock wall beside him.

Looking at the fat man who was snoring just after lying down, Zhang Meng didn't know if he was really asleep.

Zhang Meng glanced at each other with Lai Zi and the others, and said, "Even if you rest, you have to leave one person to keep vigil, who will keep vigil?" ”

Laizi wanted to speak, but after hesitating for a moment, she held back.

Lady Na was even more keen, and immediately said nothing, sorted out the backpacks that everyone had assigned to her, and slept on the ground.

"I'll take care of it!" Looking at the sensitive Laizi and Lady, Ye Jiu sat down cross-legged, put the fast snow knife on his knees and said.

"Okay." Zhang Meng nodded with peace of mind.

Only Ye Jiu is now the most reassuring to Zhang Meng.

As Zhang Meng said the word "good", the tiredness of the whole person swept over in an instant, and the two eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing Zhang Meng, who was sleeping sweetly, Ye Jiu showed a slight smile.

The entire team, Ye Jiu, who was the strongest, kept vigil, and everyone slept with extra peace of mind.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, just when Zhang Meng's subconscious went into hibernation, that strange dream came again!

It's still the red background, it's still the world made up of countless whirlpools, it's still the mirror, but the person is not the same person as before.

No matter how Zhang Meng struggled to escape in his dream, that person always appeared beside him, and between the two people, there was always a mirror.

Zhang Meng was finally chased out of breath, he held on to the mirror, and looked nervously at the figure that seemed familiar and unfamiliar.

is still the previous move, as long as Zhang Meng moves, the figure will follow and make the same action.

"You're not me, who are you?"

This time, Zhang Meng roared angrily at the person in the mirror in her dream.

Zhang Meng's response was still with that silent expression, and it could be seen that the person in the mirror was also very angry.

"I want to see who you are, who you are!"

I don't know why, Zhang Meng's arm actually passed through the mirror, and the hand in the mirror reached out at the same time to grab Zhang Meng's hair, Zhang Meng pushed away the messy distribution of the person in the mirror, and the hand stretched out in the mirror also pushed away Zhang Meng's hair.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and suddenly, the corners of the person's mouth in the mirror miraculously curled.

This laugh is very weird!

Zhang Meng actually felt that his whole person was oppressed by this smile.

Zhang Meng wanted to scold the person in the mirror, but found that he didn't know when, and he also followed the person in the mirror, and unconsciously provoked the corners of his mouth.

Isn't he imitating my actions?

How does it seem like I'm imitating his actions?

The person in the mirror also seemed to sense Zhang Meng's puzzlement, the corner of his mouth smiled evilly, and then grabbed Zhang Meng's head with the hand that stretched out the mirror, shaking it while looking at himself in the mirror with wide eyes.

Zhang Meng was uncontrollable and followed the same move.

In every move, Zhang Meng saw his face, no! It should be said that it is the face in the mirror.

It was a white and immature face, but in the blink of an eye, it became extremely old, and the skin on the face was like the bark of a tree that had been drained of water, shriveled, yellow, and lifeless, like an old woman who had been sleeping for many years.

"Is this me?"

"Nope! This is the man in the mirror. ”

The person in the mirror seemed to see through Zhang Meng's inner thoughts, the corners of his mouth bared his teeth, and he smiled at Zhang Meng with a playful expression.

Zhang Meng also unconsciously laughed with the person in the mirror.

No, you can't be at his mercy.

Zhang Meng wasn't sure if the yellow and shriveled face was his own, so he immediately made a small move without a trace, Zhang Meng wanted to use this small action to debunk this prank and prove that the face in the mirror did not belong to him.

But to Zhang Meng's disappointment, the person in the mirror actually made the same response.

Damn it! Damn it!

As if seeing through what Zhang Meng was thinking, the outstretched hand suddenly took a fruit-like thing beside him.

Similarly, Zhang Meng in the mirror also had the same fruit on his hand.

Then uncontrollably put it into the mouths of the two Zhang Meng inside and outside the mirror, until the fruit was in the stomach, inside and outside the mirror, the faces of the two Zhang Meng seemed to be magical, quickly changing, from infancy to childhood, adolescence, youth, adulthood, and finally back to old age again.

"This ......" Zhang Meng was shocked.

The person in the mirror knew Zhang Meng's thoughts well, and without Zhang Meng having to ask, he pointed to the remaining fruit core.

Zhang Meng couldn't help but look at the remaining fruit core.

Just as Zhang Meng looked at the kernel, the outstretched hand suddenly grabbed both cheeks of Zhang Meng. Similarly, Zhang Meng also grabbed the face in the mirror and tore each other apart.

"What are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Let it go! Let it go! ”

Zhang Meng could clearly feel the pain of the separation of flesh and skin, but he couldn't take back his hand. Although Zhang Meng didn't want to tear his face in the mirror, his movements were always a beat slower, and he was always controlled by the person in the mirror, and he was restrained almost everywhere.

I don't know if it's a dream or what, Zhang Meng can feel that his face is beginning to distort, the skin of his whole face is falling off, his mouth wants to shout but can't shout, his nose wants to breathe but he doesn't have time to breathe, and even his eyes become bulging, as if they are congested. It seems that after a moment, the eyeballs burst, and the whole popularity is dead.

Zhang Meng struggled desperately, and finally struggled with great effort, but before Zhang Meng could run, he was caught by the person who appeared in another whirlpool. Zhang Meng tried his best to break free, and then he was caught by the people in the whirlpool, over and over again, Zhang Meng didn't seem to be able to escape this damn world full of whirlpools, he couldn't escape his own entanglement, and his whole face hurt hot.

This real pain no longer feels like being in a dream.

In and out of his dreams, Zhang Meng could feel this sense of oppression, and he felt that he was going crazy.

Finally, someone shouted in Zhang Meng's ear: "Zhang Meng! Wake up! Wake up! ”