Song Xiaocheng is not the kind of person who grinds and chirps and can't tell the priorities, but he really doesn't want to lie on that terrible bed again when he doesn't feel sleepy.

The last time he slept in that bed, he had a lot of dreams that stuck with him. Although he had almost forgotten the contents of the dream by now, the horror of goosebumps falling to the ground still impressed him.

From this point of view, the secret hidden behind this guy Huan Lingyu may have far exceeded Song Xiaocheng's imagination. As Huan Lingyu's friend, he once tried his best not to inquire about Huan Shao's family affairs. Even as long as possible, Song Xiaocheng will try to avoid contact with Huan Shao's family. So when Huan Lingyu talked about the true identity of the little zombie, Song Xiaocheng was really taken aback.

But just like in the past, Huan Shao has been honest about things to this extent, so this topic will probably end here.

Hmm.

Song Xiaocheng explained the actual situation to his girlfriend Xiaonu and persuaded her to accept the fact that he was going to sleep alone in that small bedroom tonight, and it didn't take much effort. Xiao Yu just glanced at the bedroom door, and walked away uncomfortably.

"I'm going to sleep alone in a small bedroom tonight, so you're probably going to have to sleep on your own. Song Xiaocheng said.

"Well, maybe not just tonight, but the next few days...... You may not see your husband for many days. Huan Lingyu added on the side.

"Well, good. Sleep where you want, for a few days. Just don't let me into that room. Xiao Yu said, and took a few steps back in succession, avoiding the bedroom.

Before going to bed at night, Song Xiaocheng took a careful bath in the bathroom, looking at his short hair in the mirror that had become increasingly messy and almost grown into medium-long hair, he really felt that his life in the past half a month or so could be called upside down, and it was very difficult. Thanks to Hiratsuka and the oni's zombies, the original plan to go to Tony-sensei last week was also disrupted. While squeezing a large handful of Huan Shao's imported shampoo and rubbing his head vigorously, Song Xiaocheng secretly decided that the next time he went to Mr. Zeng's place, he must ask him if there were any scientific and technological inventions related to hairstyles.

When Song Xiaocheng stood at the door of the bedroom, Lin Yu had already fallen asleep in another guest room.

The puppy was lying on the floor and sleeping deadly, and Huan Lingyu came over with a glass of warm milk like last time. After meaningfully handing the milk to Song Xiaocheng, he bent down and gently picked it up and put it in a lazy sofa in the corner. Lu Zhu's eyes opened slightly, and then closed them in a daze, letting Huan Lingyu still put it in the lazy sofa.

After drinking the milk, Song Xiaowei wanted to complain that he put too much sugar, but he couldn't help but say nothing. turned around and walked into the small bedroom, and when he wanted to turn around and close the door, Huan Lingyu resisted the door.

"I'll have to go in with you. ”

"What's the matter, do you want to avoid suspicion?" Song Xiaocheng asked.

"Roll the calf, I don't have the same aesthetic as you. Huan Lingyu squeezed into the room, closed the door, and pasted something on the crack of the door, "I have to control the direction and degree of your entry into the plane!"

On the bed where Huan Lingyu's grandmother slept on, the four candle heads in the four corners were still burning, emitting a blood-like glimmer all over the room. The room still smells of the greasy fragrance and the quiet atmosphere like death.

The humanoid mark on the bed seemed to be heavier than before, and it didn't seem to change. Song Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned around to exchange a look with Huan Shao.

Huan Lingyu let out a breath lightly and said in a low voice:

"Let's get started. ”

There is no quilt on this bed. Huan Lingyu said that he had also slept in this bed, which means that Huan Lingyu's thoughts are the same as Song Xiaocheng's: no matter what, he doesn't want to let his body contact with this bed be too intimate.

After lying down on the bed, Huan Lingyu just stood next to him, staring at him expressionlessly.

"I can't start interfering with the process until you're asleep. ”

"What? You just look at me like this, how can I sleep!But there is one more thing: can I bring a weapon over?" Song Xiaocheng suddenly thought that he had just acquired an artifact, and he hadn't had time to try it yet.

"Don't even think about it. You might even be naked when you land over there. ”

This answer was actually expected by Song Xiaocheng. How can the dimensional crossing at the level of consciousness carry real matter?

It's strange to say, I originally thought that in such an environment, such a bed, especially if I had to be watched by another fully awake person all the time, it would be difficult for me to fall asleep. But in fact, not long after Song Xiaocheng closed his eyes, he fell asleep. However, after such a while, Song Xiaocheng had another dream.

It felt so familiar, as if it had just been experienced not so long ago.

That's right, it's a feeling I've just experienced:

It was as if there was a breeze gently supporting him from below, like a breeze carrying a puff of green smoke, lifting him into the air. He had no sight or hearing, only the whirring of wind and the slight murmur of stabbing and stinging.

It's just floating, floating...... It was pitch black in front of me, and the voices in my ears grew smaller and quieter until there was silence. But his consciousness became more and more clear, and his mind gradually began to think.

I don't know what the hell Huan Shao is doing, has he traveled to another dimension now?

No, it still seems like a dream!

Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes, originally expecting to see the red room, he sat up and asked Huan Lingyu what he was doing. But when he opened his eyes, he could see that there was still endless darkness, only the wind was still pushing him forward.

Suddenly, in an instant, the surrounding black began to fade, the black turned dark, and an extremely faint light shrouded in his vision, and the dark color gradually turned dark blue. There was no longer silence around them, but the sound of gurgling water began.

It's the sea. The infinite depths of the sea.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing to be seen in all directions. There were no fish, no light, no bottom of the sea, and he couldn't even tell which side was up and which was down.

A sense of tension and fear suddenly came over him, he feared that he would not be able to swim, that he would die in the depths of the sea, but this fear quickly disappeared.

Because he found that he didn't have to breathe at all.

Even if you can't die, this deep sea is still boring, and there is nothing in it.

Except for one thing......

It seemed to be a living thing, soft, probably not much bigger than a human hand.

He wanted to walk over to the living creature and see what it was. As he thought, the wind that had been holding him up swept him toward the living creature.

Closer and closer, closer and closer, he finally saw clearly.

It turned out to be a small octopus.

The head is round, bulging one after another, and a few tentacles are dancing like waves, which is very beautiful.

The little thing didn't seem to be aware of his presence at all, just dancing with a few tentacles, as if dancing. Song Xiaocheng liked it very much, what a cute little guy, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

And the moment it touched the surface of the little octopus's body, it was as if an electric current directly pierced his middle and entire arm, and hit him heavily on the brain...... A huge creature floated in front of him, an eye mask like a giant curtain opened suddenly, and the giant beast opened an eye, which alone was several stories high, and Song Xiaocheng was like a grain of dust in front of him......

I don't know how many years passed, but it seemed that in an instant, the giant beast disappeared, and the little octopus was still in front of me.

The little octopus turned his head sideways and looked at Song Xiaocheng with swirling spiral pupils, as if he was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and hurriedly danced his tentacles in a panic to escape. He quickly grabbed the little octopus with his hand and clutched it in his hand. The little octopus suddenly lost its ability to resist, its whole body went limp, and a disgusting color was released from its body, spreading in the water of the deep sea.

Song Xiaocheng ...... Song Xiaocheng!"

Who is it?

Song Xiaocheng turned around, but could not find the source of the sound. The sea is still barren for miles.

"Song Xiaocheng ......"

Who......

"Song Xiaocheng!!"

With a shout of excitement, everything around it was like a plugged bathtub, and the endless deep sea suddenly disappeared, replaced by a bright bedroom.

"Song Xiaocheng! Xiaocheng, Xiaocheng, Xiaocheng. That's the name!"

Under the grape trellis outside the bedroom window, an old man lay on a rocking chair and muttered proudly, smacking the smoke pot happily.

Lying on the bed was a frail-faced woman, with no blood on her face, but with a smile on her lips, looking sideways at a crumpled baby. The little thing was black and round, with its eyes closed, and occasionally it snorted and scratched twice in the air with its two little hands, as if it had dreamed of something terrible.

The young man standing next to the bed had a bitter face and smiled a little reluctantly, but he was still smiling after all. Occasionally, he put a finger on the baby's hand and let the little one's little hand hold it gently.

"Pregnant in a dream, huh? Could it be that this child was born from the gods?" the young man muttered softly, but it didn't seem like he was talking to anyone, but more like he was talking to himself.

The woman ignored him, but looked at the little fellow with loving eyes, and whispered his name:

"Xiaocheng, yo, Xiaocheng......"

Song Xiaocheng floated aside, listening to the gentle murmur, feeling so strange, but a little familiar. When I couldn't help but feel a little sad in my heart, I heard someone calling for him.

"Xiaocheng...... Song Xiaocheng ......!

He was about to look back, but as soon as he looked out the window, the old man under the trellis was gone, only an empty rocking chair, and the vines were yellow. Looking back, the three people in the house were gone, and the house was full of dust and cobwebs, and it was already in ruins. A man stood at the door of the bedroom, but Song Xiaocheng couldn't see his face clearly......

"Chengzi! Chengzi! Did you hear it!"

The loud call finally woke Song Xiaocheng up, and he woke up with a startled call......

It turned out that everything was a dream.

Song Xiaocheng sat up and rubbed his eyes, but Huan Lingyu was still calling on the side:

"Song Xiaocheng, did you hear it?

"I hear you...... You can't hear it when it's so close. ”

Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes, and his eyes were blurry. When his eyesight gradually recovered, he realized that the scene in front of him was not the blood-red little bedroom. Degree of literature