Dream.

Zou Qing opened his eyes and saw the colorful neon lights on the ceiling, and he knew that it should be evening outside the window.

I put my hand under the pillow, and when I came out, I had a round bronze mirror in my hand.

The mirror is an ancient mirror, after feeling the temperature of his hand, in the meticulously carved copper mirror, a tail carved with leopard print quickly curled, and a light and crisp "ding" sound sounded in the mirror body, which was as pleasant as the impact of a jade ring.

Zou Qing saw that there were no waves on the mirror, so he stopped looking at the bronze mirror and let out a long breath from his chest.

This bronze mirror is his personal possession and has saved his life more than once in the past eighteen months.

I don't know when he got up, and the first stop after he got up became a bathtub filled with rootless water forever.

The moment he entered the water, the bone-chilling cold water slightened for a while, and each drop of water quickly swam from the edge of the bathtub to Zou Qing's body as if it had a soul, as if they were constantly trying to get into his body.

Zou Qing held the bronze mirror in his hand, and the red bloodshot in his eyes began to slowly fade. Only in this way can Zou Qing be sure that he has really woken up, and only in this way can he make the joint of his arms no longer so painful.

Looking at the left forearm, which was still slightly blood-red, Zou Qing once again remembered the nightmare that made him unbearable, and the familiar figures and scenes that were still fresh in his memory turned into illusions in the void and presented in front of him.

But how nice it would be if those experiences were really just a dream! They say that there should be no joys and sorrows, but if there are no joys and sorrows, what is the meaning of people's existence?

The sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted Zou Qing's dreamlike recollection, and when the wooden ladder leading to the second floor creaked, two young men in different clothes stood in front of Zou Qing, who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Let's go!"

After the young man holding a golden flute finished speaking, he raised the corners of his mouth and pressed the two holes in the golden flute with his slender and slender fingers, and a short and powerful flute sound sounded with a little naughty and sonorous meaning.

"Take it, I'm already awake!" Zou Qing looked a little helpless at the young man's behavior.

Click, click, click.......

Another young man slowly opened the iron fan in his hand, making the sound of iron tools rubbing.

Zou Qing got dressed, looked at the word "Zhu Meng" formed by a black gas on the metal fan, and was silent for a long time.

Before going downstairs, he walked to the window on the second floor, glanced at the warmly lit flower shop across the street, and threw the bronze mirror in his hand into the air.

After a flash of blue light, the three of them pushed open the door and walked out into the street.

The plaque above the door swayed in the wind, and in this dark and lifeless night, countless nightmares and demons were wrapped in black shadows, gradually appearing in various places in the distance of the three of them. The dark shadows swirled and changed, and the hideous faces that occasionally emerged from them seemed to be waiting for something.

The slightly cool wind also faithfully brought the poignant and weird voices in the distance that could not distinguish between crying and laughing to the ears of the three people.

"Let's go!"

Zou Qing didn't say much anymore, and the bronze mirror in his hand was green in an instant. The two people behind him looked at each other and smiled, and they also waved their hands to sacrifice their magic weapons.

In the thick black night, the figures of the three people were shrouded in blue, gold, and ink, and quickly rushed into the dark alleys nearby.