He was still unable to move, unable to resist, forced to feel this terrible way of dying clearly.

Immediately afterward, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the repeated singing was finally inaudible.

His consciousness sank and sank.

On the one hand, someone grabbed him by the neck and tried to kill him, and on the other hand, someone pulled his head and tried to separate his body.

It was as if he had fallen into the deep sea and drowned.

Jiang Futing struggled in pain, choked violently, and the dim world, which was originally stained with rich blood, suddenly appeared an unattainable point of light.

The white light was far away, but it was fluffy and warm.

He narrowed his eyes and pounced hard!

"Bang!"

Jiang Futing felt a dull pain in the back of his head and elbows.

He opened his somewhat sour eyes, and the early morning sun poured in through the window, piercing through the thick curtains and falling into his eyes.

Oh, in addition to the light that fell into his eyes, there was also ......

Jiang Futing was still in the terrifying dream just now, he didn't completely come back to his senses, he half-squinted his eyes, and saw another head of a shadow suddenly appear above his head, and he was suddenly like a frightened bird.

He was very vigilant, and subconsciously retreated sharply!

"Bang!"

A crisp and loud crash sounded, and the exact same pain from the impact suddenly came from the back.

This solid blow completely woke him up from the terrible dream just now.

Jiang Futing saw the person in front of him clearly, first surprised, and then the son lying on the floor stiffened, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.

He probably just woke up, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Why are you here early in the morning?"

He used to use a blameful tone to hide the discomfort on his face.

Bai Tang squatted on the ground, lowered his head and looked at him with interest.

Jiang Futing's disheveled and embarrassed appearance is usually not seen at all, he is like a monkey, the more he looks at it, the more he looks at it, the more energetic he is, and he says:

"I came here in a hurry after I finished my errand, who knows if it's day or night here! Huh! It's you, the sleeping posture is ingenious, so big Zhang can't accommodate the heroic posture of you, a noble young master. ”

Jiang Futing was even more embarrassed by Bai Tang's teasing words, he got up silently and patted his clothes and pants.

After filming for a long time, he always felt that there was ash, so he simply didn't go back, he got up and forgot it, he slowly pulled a stool and sat down, and didn't ask Bai Tang what he was doing or what news he got for a while.

Obviously a little abnormal from the usual shrewdness.

Bai Tang saw that his face was not very good, and tried to ease his trouble: "What's wrong?" I see that you were sleeping just now, sleeping fiercely, your hands are still desperate to grab things, I don't know who I think is going to strangle you in my dream, you are ready to fight with him to the death! ”

Originally, he was just teasing as usual, but as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Futing's slumped hand on the table immediately tightened.

Just now, there were some muddy eyes, as if they were about to face a great enemy, and they looked like they were always on guard against their surroundings.

"No, you!" Bai Tang was stunned by his reaction of all the grass and trees.

He sat on it, then slowly moved over and patted Jiang Futing on the back of the shoulder: "What did you dream about?"

Jiang Futing relaxed a little from the state of the rumor, he pinched his eyebrows, and said a little tiredly: "I may know what Chen Yihuan dreamed of."

Bai Tang was still light and slow

patted him on the shoulder.

As far as Jiang Futing is concerned, there is always a special magic power on Bai Tang, his breath, his taste, just standing there can soothe his restless heart.

The hand that fell on his back shoulder, like a cold snowflake, melted into his skin one by one.

Jiang Futing was washed by this cold and comfortable temperature bit by bit, and only then did he completely wake up from the previous nightmare.

His voice was much stronger, and he said slowly: "He's coming, he's getting closer and closer, they look alike."

Bai Tang listened to what he said, and his face changed slightly.

Jiang Futing continued: "I kept singing nursery rhymes to me in my dreams, and then wanted to kill me. But ......"

He paused, relieved himself, and dared to look at Bai Tang with a bright face: "These are all fine, the problem is that the experience of dreams is too real."

"I can remember very clearly how they felt when they killed me in the dream, this feeling is very scary, especially for ordinary people, they will even confuse dreams and reality, and bring the hostility and defensive consciousness in the dream to reality."

Bai Tang withdrew his hand, just met his gaze, and found that there seemed to be a small opening in his eye, accidentally falling out of the fragility that belonged to the human being, and then packed it back in a panic, and changed back to the calm that did not change in the past.

Bai Tang deliberately slowed down his tone, and his bright voice seemed to have been baked by the warm sun: "This has achieved the effect of mind control over the missing people, first fundamentally strip off their social relations, and gradually distance themselves from everyone on the side, even if they disappear, it will not attract too much attention from others."

"Yes." Jiang Futing nodded in agreement: "Gao Xue sleepwalked again yesterday."

Bai Tang cocked Erlang's legs: "What did you find?"

Jiang Futing said succinctly: "Chen Yihuan's looking puppet, I doubt ......"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Tang's eyes unconsciously pressed down, and he waved his hand: "Okay, I know what you're going to say, I also have some interesting news here, do you want to hear it?"

Bai Tang blinked deliberately as he spoke, his slender eyelashes flickering like a fan.

Jiang Futing adjusted his sitting posture and said, "You say."

Bai Tang has always had a soft spot for selling guanzi, he leaned towards Jiang Futing as usual, and said mysteriously: "Two news: one is interesting, the other is particularly interesting, do you want to listen to that?"

When he said the word 'special', he bit down as if it were something serious.

Jiang Futing's rest the night before the court was not too good, so he didn't bother to guess a riddle with him, so he leaned back comfortably in the chair and relaxed his nerves for a while.

His eyes narrowed slightly with some tiredness, and he looked directly at Bai Tang.

People who have always been cold and self-controlled, and their lax appearance at the moment has an indescribable different kind of attraction.

Bai Tang was still interested in brewing something just now, but suddenly he couldn't say it, so he had to explain honestly:

"I checked the life and death books of their two brothers, and both of them have big problems with their lives, Lu Changku's life was assassinated and killed when he was nineteen years old, and he was supposed to live to sixty-eight, but died of illness. Now this is a ghost who is dying, dying, and should have entered the city of vain death, but he somehow escaped. ”

Jiang Futing thought that he had heard it wrong, Lu Changkut was not alive and well, why did he die again?

Just as he listened with his ears pricked up, Bai Tang ignored his cold warning and lay down as he should.

He was about to get up and pull, Bai Tang said slowly with a look of enjoyment: "I said so, you too."

should have guessed, if it was Lu Changku, then the one who was alive was actually Lu Changrong, but for some reason, he impersonated his brother's share. ”

Jiang Futing digested what Bai Tang said, and suddenly understood where he got the sense of disobedience every time he saw Lu Changku-no, Lu Changrong.

Because he is not Lu Changkut at all!

It's just a man with exactly the same skin.

Shocked by this news, Jiang Futing almost instinctively sat up: "What about the other one?"

"This news-" Bai Tang dragged his tail note, and his fluttering tone betrayed his confidence: "Actually, this news is also pieced together from the rumors and rumors of the people, there is no fundamental evidence, but this direction does remind me."

His eyes narrowed slowly: "The person behind the scenes who led these things is very likely to have something to do with the Immortal Sect. If it is true, their head may be ambitious, not like a petty fight. By the way, do you remember the barrier of the old orphanage? ”

Jiang Futing looked sideways at Bai Tang: "Remember."

Bai Tang's tone cooled: "The enchantment that can be found in front of my eyes may not be an idle person, and the head of the Immortal Sect does not have that ability." You've been with me for a year, and the underworld is chaotic, and it's not completely unaware of it now. ”

Speaking of this kind of conspiracy, under the inheritance of generations of businessmen in the family, Jiang Futing's mind turned quickly: "Therefore, there may be a traitor to a high-ranking person."

"Yes." Bai Tang replied briefly, and it was rare that he didn't say a word of nonsense: "It is very likely that they have reached an unseemly cooperation agreement with the Immortal Sect, which is mutually beneficial." We saw so many ghosts that were not brought back to the underworld, and so many ghosts were trapped, all of which they did intentionally together. ”

He lowered his voice and muttered to himself, "I just don't know what the common profit is."

Jiang Futing looked at Bai Tang, and always felt that after he was defiled by Bai Tang, the ash that he couldn't see was nothing, so he simply sat down together.

He was lying next to Bai Tang and suddenly said, "The Immortal Sect can really get its hands on it, that is, the artifact."

Bai Tang shook his hanging feet, stared at the ceiling, and looked at it for a while before he said meaninglessly:

"This is not in a hurry in advance, digging a little bit and bringing a little bit, you can always pull it out with the roots, not to mention that it is a guess. But I think it's better for Lu Changku, you'd better let that little policeman check his DNA to make a confirmation. ”

Jiang Futing nodded wordlessly, regardless of whether Bai Tang saw it or not, "The relationship between the puppet and the missing person, Zhou Qi is already sorting it out, and he can confirm it when he sends it over." And that Li Shang, the problem is not small. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and stared at Bai Tang.

Bai Tang shouldn't have rested well, his eyelids naturally drooped worriedly, and the tails of his slightly raised eyes were slightly red.

He said slowly: "I went to the orphanage again the day after you left, and he said that sixteen years ago, a Taoist priest who met him because of 'fate' came and gave him a baby, and he also saw the sick Lu Changrong, I have always doubted that Taoist priest, where did it come from such a coincidence?"

"And he said that he was in a hurry, and there was no contact, but he hired a ghost yesterday to kill me."

When Bai Tang heard that someone still wanted to assassinate him, his eyes widened, and he turned his face away, and stared at him wide-eyed.

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he spoke: "There are still people who are so short-sighted, and they think they are tired of being crooked?"

Jiang Futing glanced at him without being salty.

Bai Tang thought about it seriously, and picked up the key points in a dignified manner and said: "That is, he lied and didn't tell the truth." ”