But the post about the purple fog also said that after the purple fog appeared, there were more chaotic events in the whole world. Zhang Luo had a headache, so he had to turn off the computer and sit on the edge of the bed with an ancient book, thinking about life in the posture of a contemplative.

It was very late at night, and the lights of Wanjia outside the window gradually went out. The bored Zhang Luo went to the room and took his mobile phone to watch videos for a while, all of which were meaningless things. It seems that the world itself does not have a screen protector or anything like that, so it can be seen that the precautionary psychology is not high. There are social accounts in it, but Zhang Luo didn't move, he didn't want to inherit other people's interpersonal relationships, even if it was himself in a parallel world. There is no way to do it with relatives who are related by blood, but he can't pretend to be very familiar with strangers he doesn't know. He has his own life and what he wants to do.

He watched the short video for a while, downloaded an e-book website and browsed it. The accumulation of drowsiness is imperceptible and slowly deepens......

“…… Luo'er? Luo'er? Someone called out to him in a daze, and Zhang Luo suddenly woke up, and it was already dawn.

I saw Li Qingdai leaning down and calling him, he silently glanced at the open chest and got up: "Mom, are you awake?" Do you remember what happened last night? ”

There was a lot of sunlight outside, but it was just blocked by the curtains, so it seemed a little dim inside.

Li Qingdai got up and smiled: "What's wrong?" As she spoke, she joked with a teasing expression: "I haven't said you yet, how adult-like you are, and you actually went to sleep in your mother's room." ”

"Oh, I've been through so much in the past two days, I think it's reasonable to be afraid, right?" Zhang Luo was holding an ancient book, his facial features were exquisite, but his expression became a little bland and even indifferent, and his temperament was actually eight points similar to Li Qingdai.

Li Qingdai tilted her head and looked at him a little strangely: "Son, put the book down and go downstairs with me for breakfast." ”

"Mom, shall I tell you a story?" Zhang Luo looked up at her, holding the ancient book and had no intention of putting it down.

"You kid, be good, come downstairs with me for breakfast first!" The woman petted her son's head dotingly and turned to leave.

Zhang Luo followed, didn't care whether she listened or not, and lowered his head to narrate silently: "The story is like this, once upon a time there was a boy who had a mother who loved him the most, and his mother was very beautiful. So he had a dream, early in the morning, his mother woke him up and took him to breakfast. At the time of the staircase...... And guess what happened? ”

Zhang Luo's footsteps stopped, and his expression became a little weird and smiled.

Li Qingdai stood at the top of the stairs as if she was ignorant, and looked back with a smile: "You kid, go downstairs with your mother for breakfast......"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a force behind her push!

"Knock knock!" The plump and beautiful woman rolled down the stairs and crashed around the corner. Her neck was twisted and broken, bones piercing out of the skin, and blood spread from under the woman, somewhat sticky flowing down the stairs. Her pajamas were messy, gradually dyed with bright red blood, and the snow-white thighs complemented each other, looking particularly gorgeous in the strange posture.

Zhang Luo sat on the stairs holding the ancient book, filled with the smell of a scroll, which was incompatible with the terrifying scene below. He was like a farmer who casually broke a dog's tail and grass sitting on a ridge, unusually calm.

He was still telling the unfinished story: "...... The boy pushed his mother down the stairs. ”

The woman on the stairs was twitching, but she didn't struggle much.

"Do you know why?" He looked up at the statue hanging on the wall, as if to say to himself, "The morning in the city is noisy, and there is ...... You're a little bigger, so my mom isn't as coquettish as you. ”

The smell of blood permeated, and the woman was like a broken doll.

"Sure enough, it was all fake, no vomiting and no fear. The first time I killed someone, I forgot about my mother, and it was a little exciting, and I really entered the dream of a ghost, so it is understandable that my mother is crazy tonight, and I guess I was rectified by this thing. Since you like to make things happen in your dreams, let's call you Nightmare. Zhang Luo muttered and got up, his expression was very cold and he looked indifferently at the woman's eyes, and went downstairs step by step, "Nightmare, remember next time, don't show your stuff again." ”

Zhang Luo bared his teeth: "However, there is no next time......

He already roughly understood why his mother Li Qingdai was so abnormal. My mother kept dreaming while she was possessed by ghosts, and the reality and dreams gradually became indistinguishable, and her spirit was about to collapse.

He was annoyed!

"Luo'er...... Let's go down to breakfast with my mother? Mom is so hungry......" The women all fell like that and tried to get up, Zhang Luo picked up the ancient book and smashed it, "Eat your mother!" ”

The juice splashed, the corners of his eyes jumped, and he looked at the blood-stained ancient book: "This is also fake?" It's unreliable when it's critical. ”

I shook off the sticky liquid, very calmly.

"Forget it, it's rare to take advantage of it, don't change it."

He turned his head to look at the kitchen knife on the dining table downstairs, stepped on the corpse and said, "Did you wake me up, or did I smash you and wake up myself?" ”

Incubus:......

The ghost never dreamed that there was a guy who was even more fierce than himself in his dreams.

Ordinary people are different from some people, and Zhang Luo can be fished into this world by ancient books, and he can't say anything special. Of course, I don't know what this guy has experienced in another world, so decisively pushed the nightmare that looks the same as my mother downstairs.

Of course, the main thing is that this ghost is not a powerful product, and the attack power is zero, just to scare and scare ordinary people. Be bold and careful, and be completely fearless. Of course, if you can't expel the ghost from your body, you will either kill yourself like your mother is crazy, or you will become a murderer. Because people can't distinguish reality, and ghosts can attack everywhere in dreams. No one can be so big as to watch themselves being brutally killed and do nothing, it can be said that this ghost is ruthless enough.

Zhang Luo whipped the corpse for a while, a little disgusting, after all, it was his mother's appearance, and he looked similar to himself.

He looked at the mosaic covering thing like rotten tomatoes under his feet, and was a little speechless: "I'd rather be smashed and disgusted than let me wake up?" Count you ruthless! ”

He began to think about how to get out. Judging from Li Qingdai's condition, there should be no danger in the dream, so he decided to give it a try.

Zhang Luo picked up the ancient book and pointed it to his head......

In the dark, Zhang Luo opened his eyes suddenly, and the lights in the bedroom were actually turned off, and the surroundings were dark.

Zhang Luo wanted to turn on the light, but it seemed that the bulb was overloaded and broken, but fortunately, there was a desk lamp at the head of the bed. Li Qingdai was still lying beside him, and he touched his mother's pale face with some distress. Based on what he saw and heard in his dream, he could roughly deduce how this nightmare bullied his mother.

Li Qingdai has probably been killed by her "son" every time she sleeps in the past few days, and she has never slept well. She estimated that she was about to go crazy after being tossed, but she didn't want to hurt Zhang Luo, so she could only use voyeurism to distinguish Zhang Luo's truth from falsehood, and just now she even wanted to commit suicide to get out of the dream.

Knowing the reason, Zhang Luo naturally wouldn't let go of that ghost!