Teacher Peng couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked with a chill: "Feng Ye, are you being funny and scary?" ”

I took the river chain: "There is no teacher, I just let her see what she looks like." ”

At this time, his wife called, Peng Jie had just arrived home, and he bought another handful of wire.

On the way back, Teacher Peng couldn't help but admonish: "Feng Ye, although I am a calf protector, it is better not to show off at will after learning spells." ”

"I've heard that there is a lot of attention to yin and yang."

"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not Mr. Yin and Yang, and I don't show anything, and I don't have any taboos." ”

"It's better to be careful."

When he returned home, his wife had already set up the guest room, and Peng Jie hurriedly washed up and went to sleep.

And I, lying on Peng Jie's bed.

After turning off the lights. I stared wide-eyed at a few critical places.

I would look down on the windowsill, behind the curtains, in the cupboard, and even under the bed.

these places. They are all places where it is easy to hide ghosts in legends.

But none of these places are unusual at this time.

I got up and stood secretly outside the guest room door to feel the movement inside for a while.

Peng Jie seemed to be sleeping soundly, and a slight snoring sound could be heard.

The door of Mr. Peng's room also opened, revealing a glimmer of light.

Then Mr. Peng came out and saw me standing at the door of the guest room, and he came over cautiously: "How is it?" ”

"I didn't open the door to look." I whispered.

Teacher Peng tiptoed open the door, and the room was pitch black.

After adjusting to the darkness for a while, I suddenly saw that the quilt on the bed was nested in a ball, and there was a person leaning against the bed.

I immediately pressed the switch and saw clearly that the person I was leaning on was Peng Jie.

Peng Jie was not awakened, and Teacher Peng stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Peng Jie." Peng Jie. ”

Peng Jie squinted his eyes and said impatiently, "Dad, what are you doing." ”

Teacher Peng pointed to the ground: "Why are you sleeping here?" ”

Peng Jie muttered, "The bed is too small and it fell off." With that, he rolled over and went back to bed.

Only then did I see his hand clearly, and a fold was a wound, revealing the red flesh inside.

The dense wounds are shocking to see.

Mr. Peng helped him cover the quilt, and we immediately exited the room.

"At this point, he'd start wrapping his fingers." Teacher Peng said: "I didn't pestered today, it seems that you can still hold on." ”

I don't want this kind of unfounded credit: "Did he use his fingers when he slept in the guest room?" ”

"Yes."

We continued to wait at the door of our room, listening to the movement inside.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the yang energy began to recover, the yin began to return to the nest, and the chance of doing evil was greatly reduced, so Teacher Peng and I went back to sleep.

After entering the room, I looked again at the windowsill, the curtains, the cabinets, under the bed, and there was really nothing.

Lying back on the bed, I suddenly remembered what Mr. Peng said during the day where Peng Jie often squatted there and twisted his fingers.

Just throw the quilt there, and lay it on the floor today.

When I lay down, I felt nothing out of the ordinary, and I quickly fell asleep.

After falling asleep, I came to an ancient city tower.

When I looked up, there were still high-rise buildings on both sides.

What kind of logic is this? Standing in the ancient city tower in person, the siege battle under the city tower was in full swing, and the monstrous murderous aura and the sea of corpses and blood made me tremble.

And then look up next to the tall buildings?

Oh yes. It's a dream.

If I know I'm dreaming, why don't I wake up?

I wanted to open my eyes, but the mind and below seemed to be out of the brain's control.

"Kill..."

The besieging soldiers rushed up, and I turned and fled.

Strangely, I didn't just run for my life.

Retreating, Edgeworth flies, riding on the back of a dragon.

Passed through streets, alleys, countryside, mountains, sea.

No matter where I fled, as long as I was stunned, there were pursuers behind me.

And I had a distinct sense that the pursuers were ready to grab my hand on the shoulder. It's just a finger's distance away.

Many times when I was almost caught and I felt like I couldn't run, maybe it was God's favor or maybe I shouldn't die, and the scene changed immediately.

My heart has always been tight, not only in my dreams, but also in my mind.

When it was time to escape, my legs were lifted straight up.

When I lowered my legs, I knew I was lying on the covers, but I was still very afraid of being caught by the pursuers.

My subconscious mind told me that if I was caught by the pursuers, I would die.

This kind of escape goes on and on, and it always feels like I won't be able to escape next time.

I was tired and irritable.

Let's just go back to the original castle tower.

There are still tall buildings on both sides of the tower, and this tall building looks familiar.

By the way, these are the buildings next to Mr. Peng's house.

And at this time, there was finally no pursuers.

When I was secretly rejoicing. The soldiers under the city suddenly fired thousands of arrows.

From a distance, I could feel the sharpness of the arrows, and even the poison.

Just as I was about to die from being pierced through my heart by ten thousand arrows, my body sat up violently.

There was endless darkness around him, his body was covered in cold sweat, and the quilt under him was soaked.

The inexplicable wind blew by, and I shuddered.

As a river crosser, my yang energy is much more than ordinary people.

No matter how busy and tired you are, or no matter how much you think about it, you can't dream at night.

Now not only is the consciousness invaded to dream, but the body is also disturbed by the yin energy.

I jerked my head to look at the windowsill. It's quiet there.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly lay on the ground and looked at the bottom of the bed, but there was still nothing.

Suddenly turned to the cabinet again, and the clothes lay quietly.

Turning his head suddenly several times in a row, his consciousness that had not yet calmed down became a little confused.

It's not that I'm going to pit myself, sometimes ghosts are like that.

They don't like to be found, so they make a noise and you're aware of it, and when you're about to turn around, they'll disappear.

It can only be seen if you suddenly turn your head to look at it and the ghost avoids it.

I kept the chain at hand, lay down again, and if the thing dared to strike again, I tied myself up with the chain.

As long as it can't escape, even if it invades my body consciousness. I can fix him too.

Cold sweat is excessive, and the body is very draining.

Although the yang energy is recovering, my body's defenses are worse than before.

Slowly, I came to the castle tower again, and there were still tall buildings on both sides.

This time the besieging soldiers stopped chasing me.

Instead, he smiled weirdly when he saw me. Then ten thousand arrows were fired.

There is no way to avoid it, I can only subconsciously reach out to block it.

Reaching out in my consciousness, my hand really moved.

After waving it for a moment, it was put down, touching a cold mess on his chest.

I sat up violently again, and the stuff in my chest fell down with a thud.

Turn on the lights and take a look. It turned out to be a pack of thin wire that had been opened.

It seems that Peng Jie bought this thing, which was used to tie the laid steel bars together when building a house.

The scars on Peng Jie's hands were also strangled by these wires.

Probably unhappy with my arrival, I forgot about it when I moved to the guest room.

But how did this wire get to me?

Since you can't figure it out, go back to sleep.

When that thing invades consciousness again, just find a way to catch it.

I don't know if it's because I'm on guard or because it's almost dawn, nothing happens after I go to sleep.

I've been sure that there's something unclean near this room, though.

It is not uncommon to see what walls hide corpses, or pour people into concrete.

After I got up, I asked Mr. Peng.

It turned out that the rough house they bought, except for a shear wall with a thickness of about 20 centimeters in the middle, the walls of other places were later renovated and built.

As for the floor slab, you can feel the vibration at any jump, and the thickness is no more than ten centimeters.

With this thickness, hiding a corpse is nonsense.

Could it be that there are ghosts in the office like ghosts, hiding in the bathroom?

Since he was hiding in the bathroom, why did Peng Jie just squat on the ground and twist the wire?

While thinking about this, Peng Jie got up.

I looked at his hand.

Although it was full of bare ravines of red flesh, there were no new injuries.

The wire fell to me, and he didn't wrap his fingers last night.

After obtaining the consent of Mr. Peng and his wife, I decided to talk to Peng Jie.

"Yikes." I pretended to be surprised and said, "Peng Jie, why did your hand hurt like this?" ”

Peng Jie gave me a blank look: "Don't pretend, I know you were invited by your parents to catch dirty things." ”

I smiled awkwardly, and Peng Jie continued: "But I can't say anything, because every time I wrap my fingers, I don't feel it at all. ”

"These are all things that my parents saw the wounds on my hands and secretly opened the door at night."

"You can think of me as a psychopath, because no normal person would wrap their fingers with wire."

Looking at his appearance, although he spoke very directly, he was not very willing to cooperate with me. But there is no resistance.

"All right," I said, "and since you know, I'll stay in your room tonight." ”

Lying in bed until two o'clock in the morning was normal all the time.

I threw the quilt on the floor again and lay down on it, and soon fell asleep.

The consciousness is still awake, and the picture in my mind is no longer as continuous as it was yesterday, and there are always intermittent things that have never been experienced before.

Slowly, more and more relaxed, the surroundings seem to be getting colder and colder, and this time the picture is a little longer.

I was standing on the roof tiles of a dwelling, surrounded by tall buildings.

Last night's dream, when I was nervous, my hands and feet would move with me.

I don't know where today's dream will take me, but since I know it's a dream, let's just jump off the building to get excited.

Looking down, at a height of more than ten meters, my legs were a little weak, and I felt like I wanted to go to the toilet.

Whatever, jump, it's a dream anyway.

When I said jump, I gritted my teeth and jumped down, feeling my legs kick under the covers.

When a person jumps down, his hands are raised.

And that's also my setting, if I still appear in the castle tower today, I will not hesitate to jump down.

The hands in the quilt were taken out violently and hit the top of the head.

The moment my fingers touched the top of my head, a circle of white mist poured out of my body, and I sat up.

Before I lay down, I was prepared to slit my middle finger and let the blood out.

The blood of the middle finger is the most vigorous yang energy in the human body, and when it hits the top of the head, any yin object that dares to confuse people's minds will be in force.

The white mist drifted away and slowly gathered and condensed into the shape of a human being.

The ghost came out.