It was late at night, and the lobby on the first floor was bustling with hustle and bustle.

Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't fall asleep when she was lying on the bed and tossing and turning, this was probably the first time she could be so awake in bed after coming to the Luyu Inn.

The glass lamp has been extinguished, but the lampshade is still spinning in mid-air.

There is moonlight shining on the lampshade through the window, and it can actually refract a different light.

It's just that the colorful light is relatively dim, and it doesn't play a role in the dim room.

There was another tumbling, and Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help it.

She lifted the covers, got up from the bed, and groped her way to the table and sat down by the moonlight.

In fact, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't know what she wanted to do when she got up, she was just bored lying there, so she wanted to get up and find something to do.

In the middle of the night, you really want to ask Cheng Xiaoxiao what kind of fun she can have, but you can't hide it, and Cheng Xiaoxiao herself doesn't know.

Sit down, you may be able to calm your mind.

A few minutes later, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was sitting at the table like an old monk, gave up.

She let out a faint sigh, determined to pour a cup of tea and take a few sips.

Drink some water and drink some herbal tea to calm your mind.

After a cup of tea, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was becoming more and more irritable, began to circle around the table.

Her uneasy appearance was so irritating that even the black eyes on the beams of the room could see that she was impatient, and she would shake her wings with Cheng Xiaoxiao's movements.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was so distraught, didn't notice this at all, and her mind was now full of the scene where Chu Yunshen was holding Ying Jingjing.

And this scene will automatically kill back when she tries to divert her attention, and then it will be repeated in front of her eyes, the kind of single clip looping.

SpongeBob SquarePants is a brain-piercing magic sound, and Cheng Xiaoxiao is a brain-piercing scene.

Yes! Let the cold wind of the night take away my pain and my tears!

Walking quickly to the window, Cheng Xiaoxiao pulled the window open suddenly, and took a deep breath out of the window with her eyes closed on her back and hands open.

"Ahem."

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was handsome for no more than three seconds, gasped violently, almost coughing her tonsils out, and only then stabilized her breath in the state of sobbing and flowing.

Cheng Xiaoxiao coughed and suppressed her breath a little, lest her voice be too loud and make a noise to Zhu Rong outside.

After all, Zhu Rong is so alert, who knows if Cheng Xiaoxiao's movements will affect her rest.

The desert at night was particularly cold, and a layer of white fog rose from the ground outside.

When the wind blows, they wrap up the mist, drag it into the air little by little, and then spread it one by one.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was choked by the misty wind just now, she only felt that her throat was still burning painfully, just like drinking chili water, pungent and spicy.

This is not the wind, but the haze of Beijing in the middle of winter. It's still the kind that piles up for days and won't spread for a long time.

There was another cough and sneezing, and the party Cheng Xiaoxiao now regrets it very much.

Knowing this, she wouldn't be so angry, she wanted to learn from the heroines in TV dramas, movies and MVs, pushed open the window, faced the moonlight, took a deep breath and said that the weather was really clear today.

is too idolistic, Cheng Xiaoxiao is not suitable at all.

She is a powerful person, she has to be pragmatic, how can she always engage in these bells and whistles.

There was still a faint feeling of swelling in her throat, and Cheng Xiaoxiao tried her best to stop the itchy feeling in her throat, slowed down her breathing as much as possible, and then obediently closed the window.

What kind of bullshit method is this, nothing stretches, but it makes my throat feel like I have a wiper, and it keeps shaking.

But the hook-like moon was quite bright.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who closed the window and successfully tossed herself to the cold of her hands and feet, returned to the warm bed again.

Anyway, she couldn't sleep, Cheng Xiaoxiao simply recalled the strange haze just now.

In fact, compared to the haze, the moon is not normal.

The moon at the end of the month does look like a hook, but the sheenness is confusing.

Doesn't it mean that the moon at fifteen or sixteen is the largest, roundest, and brightest? What about the one who just hung out of the window?

Don't tell Cheng Xiaoxiao that there is no difference between the two, there is no comparison.

Cheng Xiaoxiao still has common sense, she is a thoughtful adult. Even if there is no comparison between the moon and the moon, then it is not right for her to analyze it from a scientific point of view.

There was smog outside the window just now, right, the kind that can't even blow the wind away.

Cheng Xiaoxiao can't really see the outside scene under this haze, it's like putting a veil over her eyes.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to see the moon realistically.

Let's not say that Cheng Xiaoxiao just caught the moonlight in the room without opening the window, she opened the window and couldn't see anything except the haze, but the moon was like a searchlight, so bright.

I'm afraid it's not a fantasy new world, but I'm still shooting in the studio.

Isn't that what happens in the studio? The lights are so shaky that your eyes hurt, and everywhere else is a black curtain.

I wonder if this is really the case, filming is going on outside now, and the director will come in and call someone to clear the scene later.

Cheng Xiaoxiao's thoughts gradually diverged, and the quilt on the bed was kicked aside by her indiscriminately, and she didn't have time to cover herself, so she closed her eyes with heavy eyelids.

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt that she was dreaming again.

In the dream, there was smoke and fire. Everyone was fleeing, and the flow of people scurrying around the stairs could not be dispersed.

You guys line up, don't huddle around like this!

Cheng Xiaoxiao desperately wanted to remind those people, but found that she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Not only on the stairs, but everywhere else is full of people.

These people are the guests in the lobby on the first floor, and there are also innkeepers in uniform in the store.

Cheng Xiaoxiao even saw a puppet man.

The dolls' clothes were burned, their naked bodies burned in the flames, and the threads that were jointed burst open one by one. The flames shone brightly, and large swaths of their skin were engulfed in tongues of fire that crackled.

It was as if a dense mass of small insects had escaped from their bodies, but before they could fly away, they were swallowed up by the flames.

There were even several puppeteers whose faces were burned black, and their dark and dull eyes were shaky in their sockets, which would instead reflect the firelight and gain a hint of popularity.

Cheng Xiaoxiao also saw a completely charred corpse.

I don't know if it's a puppet or a real person, maybe it can't be called a corpse at all. Because his mouth was still open and closed, but his lips had turned to charcoal.

Only the white teeth trembled slightly, which looked particularly terrifying.

A tongue of fire struck again, and a terrible scream came out of the corpse's throat, and the sound was extremely sharp, like the sound of some sharp weapon colliding with each other.

It's also like a whistle, a specially tailored kind, sharp and eye-catching.

Cheng Xiaoxiao seems to have heard it somewhere, but she really can't remember where it is.

Her memory is not good again, a lot of things are piled together in a mess, like countless transparent balls of light floating in her head, Cheng Xiaoxiao doesn't know which one to call up to check.

No, although the memory is a mess, Cheng Xiaoxiao heard it.

It's not that the corpse's screams are like whistles, it's that someone is actually whistling, and there is more than one whistle.

One of the short and rapid whistles Cheng Xiaoxiao had indeed heard, and now this one was more like a flute, Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to be a little impressed, but it seemed to be different from the voice in her impression.

Men in Black?!

Between the lightning and flint, Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to have been struck by lightning.

She knew what it looked like.

The man in black they met when they first entered the Huanyang Desert was the same voice when they summoned the viper.

It's different, their voice sounds jerky and harsh, far less melodious and smooth than the voice Cheng Xiaoxiao hears now.

Now the whistle is more like a tune, lingering and tender.

It wasn't until Cheng Xiaoxiao got the score later that she knew that the song she was praising now had an extremely evil name: "Nine-Tone Broken Requiem".

If it is played well, as soon as this song is played, the listener will be sad and the hearer will cry, not only can the plants and trees decay, but also attract all kinds of poisons, which is the most deadly murderous divine comedy.

Obviously, the skills of the people who play now are not enough, but Cheng Xiaoxiao at the moment is still full of sadness and looks at the poison outside the ruins and begins to worry.

She didn't know why she had started to think about all kinds of sad things so often, or why the fire had brought so much poison.

If it's just a poisonous snake, it's okay, it's actually a centipede, a scorpion is also here. There are still many Cheng Xiaoxiao who can't name them, anyway, they are all black and swarthy bodies, hard and cold carapaces, spikes and fangs glowing with cold light.

Those who had managed to escape to the inn hall had not even reached the exit when they were crawled all over their bodies by these poisons, and in an instant they were stung to foam at the mouth, roll their eyes, turn purple and black, and fall to the ground and die.

Seeing such a scene, more people began to scream wildly, and there were voices of men and women. The sound of cries, whistles, and fires burning down the beams.

Cheng Xiaoxiao even smelled the burnt smell, mixed with a mushy smell of meat, and a sour smell.

It was the smell of those who had been poisoned, and there was a fishy smell, and some people in the crowd were already frightened and incontinent.

The scene was chaotic, and all kinds of smells and pictures came one after another, which made Cheng Xiaoxiao breathless.

Such a dream is so real that Cheng Xiaoxiao is about to believe it.

Why do you have this kind of dream, it is better to let her dream of Yingjingjing, then it is just that she is tired alone, and it will not be the scene now.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was infinitely stunned in her heart, she was in pain now, and she just wanted to wake up from this dream quickly, but she didn't know how to escape.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao."

It looks like someone is calling me.

Cheng Xiaoxiao distracted her attention a little, wanting to listen more carefully, but she was always intervened by these terrifying voices in the inn.

After repeated attempts like this, she still couldn't hear the voice clearly.

In desperation, she thought of a solution that was not a good solution.

In front of her was the hall where there was only the wreckage of the inn, and Cheng Xiaoxiao slowly closed her eyes, intending to judge only by the sound where the disappearing call came from.

"Xiaoxiao ......"

Cheng Xiaoxiao heard it, not far in front of her.

But who is the one who calls her? The voice was so familiar, but no matter what she thought, she just couldn't remember it.

Can you take this damn head melon seed off and wash it back again?

In this way, you will be able to have a clear mind, and you won't be able to blurt out all the names that come to your mouth.

It's so uncomfortable, this feeling.

I can't say it, it tickles Cheng Xiaoxiao's heart.