Xia Min had a dream.

I dreamed that the landlord's wife was not dead.

The white bone was not hers, but Fang Tian's.

In order to survive, she did not hesitate to destroy the Fang Clan Empire that she had established single-handedly and took all her strength back into her body.

With a flick of her fingers, she pulled Xia Min out of the bottom of the well, and then fixed Xia Min in mid-air, bound in a large zigzag.

Xia Min, who came to his senses, didn't know for a moment whether he was desperate or regretful.

Landlord Fang's wife approached Xia Min step by step, with a weird smile on her face.

"If you dare to disturb my fifty-eighth wedding and kill my fiancé, then you can compensate for it!"

As he spoke, he came up and lifted Xia Min's clothes.

"Nope! No! No! ”

Xia Min shook his head frantically, but he couldn't do anything to look at the ugly face of the landlord Fang's wife, who was gradually aging, with a disgusting smile, wanting to do something to herself.

"You're a little away from me, ahh!!hh

Xia Min suddenly woke up, his upper body bounced off the ground, and he looked at the green hat director who was lifting his clothes, and the air was full of charm and embarrassment for a while.

"What are you going to do..."Xia Min thought for a long time, and finally held back a sentence.

The cuckold director scratched the Mediterranean, a little embarrassed: "What then... You're covered in mud, and I'm thinking of changing your clothes..."

Xia Min lowered his head, looking at his slippery and close-fitting clothes, covered with mud, and finally recalled the last scene in his memory, the landlord's wife should have been killed by a blood monster out of control, and then she fainted.

It stands to reason that he should have slept enough and woke up by himself, and in the process, all the spirits became chaotic or exhausted due to the destruction of the center, and then he could hide his merit and fame and go home to watch the female anchor.

But what is the situation when you wake up and see this Han Critic Director?

Haven't woken up yet?

Was it a dream within a dream?

"I'll ask you..."Xia Min's gaze was sharp and full of wisdom, which made the green hat director who looked at Xia Min tense his body for a moment, and he also became nervous.

"What is my salary?"

Xia Min's eyes were firmly fixed on the green hat director, trying to catch any flaw.

"After tax, add a bonus of six thousand seven, but you were late five times this month, and you didn't go to work yesterday, so there is no bonus, you have to deduct one thousand, five thousand seven." The cuckold director replied subconsciously.

Xia Min breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect it to be the director of the green hat, it seems that this is not a dream, but why is there a little bit of bitterness suddenly?

"Oh... Buckle it, deduct it, it's just the money for breakfast..."Xia Min pretended not to care and changed the topic: "Where am I?" Why are you too? ”

Xia Min observed the surrounding environment, this is a room with a Western classical atmosphere, there is a relief of a big tree on the roof, the glass is also stained glass, the chandelier on the ceiling is not electric, but full of candles, there is a large bed in the middle, there are two wooden cabinets at the head of the bed, there is a large desk by the window, there is a quill on it, and there is a wardrobe on the side of the table that is larger than the cabinet in the deserted village, and it is even trimmed with gold wire if you look closely.

In general, this house satisfies all Xia Min's fantasies about the castle where the princes and nobles lived in the Western Middle Ages, and Xia Min even saw the beast head specimen hanging on the wall, and he didn't know whether it was real or fake, and the luxurious atmosphere came to his face.

Before the director of the green hat could answer Xia Min's question, Xia Min continued to speak, with dissatisfaction in confusion: "Why did you throw me on the ground if you had a bed?" ”

The director of the green hat spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "If you are willing to wash the sheets, you can sleep now, I will say first, the value of this bed is your salary for several months." ”

Xia Min swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It's really rich." ”

After thinking about it, perhaps feeling that he had lost face and suffered the loss of poverty, Xia Min frowned: "No, you haven't answered me yet, why am I here, I'm not..."

Xia Min reacted and did not continue.

"Aren't you in the well?" The director of the green hat said the next words for Xia Min.

Xia Min didn't ask meaningless questions like "how do you know", but asked keenly: "You brought me out?" How did you end up there, and who the hell are you? ”

Xia Min already had a guess in his heart.

The cuckold director didn't answer, but pointed to the clean clothes piled up next to him: "Let's change your clothes first, someone wants to see you." ”

Xia Min didn't ask much, just nodded, kicked the cuckold director out, and after checking whether there was a pinhole camera in the room, he changed into clean clothes.

In the process, he used three black towels to wipe his body.

Looking at his appearance in a white robe in the mirror in the wardrobe door, Xia Min felt that he could sell mutton skewers with a turban.

Xia Min still has a lot of doubts in his heart, but looking at the appearance of the director of the green hat, it seems that he wants to meet some great person, and then his doubts can be answered.

"The gods are mysterious, I wonder if it's really the Liberation Association, tsk, this green hat is hidden in the city."

Xia Min walked to the door of the room while thinking about yy, and just when Xia Min's hand was already on the doorknob, he froze, his eyes widened, as if he remembered something terrible.

"That's not right!"

"That's not right!"

"Why don't I just take a shower?"

……

An old man with gray hair was sitting on a couch with a blanket on his legs, flipping through the nearest newspaper.

He was meticulous in his suit, and from time to time he held his eyes and changed the distance of the newspaper so that he could see it more clearly.

Beside him are huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside them is a calm, clear lake, surrounded by crystalline trees.

The fireplace in the house gives off warmth, making this huge room warm and cosy even in the winter months at the end of November.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man who was making tea, and the middle-aged man's face was extremely serious all the time.

"A survivor brought back in black, is it worth asking you to meet?"

The man with the national character face didn't quite understand why the old man, who had almost ignored the affairs of the association for a long time, suddenly proposed to meet such an insignificant little person.

"I'm old, Jing Ji thought about it, I want to see what the young people are like now, I heard that the spirit of that place is designated as an A-level evil spirit by the Public Appraisal Association, it is a place with a spirit domain, even if it is survived, it is not easy."

The man with the national character face listened to the old man's slow speech, and he was not in a hurry, and he didn't say anything, just nodded: "It's good if you're happy." ”

The old man lowered his head again and continued to look at the newspaper, looking at the news headline and muttering: "Car accident... Murder, young people nowadays, why do you want to kill people at every turn, pity this little girl, Shinji, you see, still an executive. ”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the man with the Chinese face answered the "enter", and the door was pushed open, and the green hat director with a smile on his face walked in.

"Elder Feng, this is the kid who survived, his name is Xia Min, come, Xia Min, let me introduce you, this is Feng Lao, that is, Feng Lao wants to see you, you say slowly, I'll go first."

After some introduction, the green hat director respectfully exited the room and closed the door.

Xia Min looked at the old man with a kind smile on his face and the man with a dead mother's face, and he always felt that he didn't look like a good person.

"Come, son, sit here." Feng Lao beckoned warmly.

Bad old man likes to take advantage? Then you're really getting older.

Xia Min thought so, but showed a sweet smile: "Thank you, Old Feng." ”

Then naturally head over there.