I don't know if it's my own illusion, I can't see it, but Jun Moyan seems to feel its injury from its eyes.

It seemed to be aggrieved, aggrieved how he asked such a thing.

Yes, it is not only wronged, but also blames Jun Moyan and blames him for forgetting it.

"Are you from the underworld? Why did you appear to me before, in my dreams, and now here? ”

Jun Moyan desperately wanted to know if this thing had anything to do with him.

He suddenly regretted telling the drunkard that day that he had insomnia and nightmares, and even more regretted that he had taken the sleep medicine given by the drunkard.

He should have asked in his dreams.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Jun Moyan asked again: "Why are you here?" ”

"Because you're here."

It spoke, it really spoke.

No, it's not talking, it's the same as Jun Moyan, answering him in his heart.

But Jun Moyan heard it.

Even though it was very deafening because of its volume, Jun Moyan still heard what it was saying.

It says it's because he's here.

Moreover, Jun Moyan could feel that it was deliberately lowering its voice and trying to speak as gently as possible.

It seems to care about itself.

Jun Moyan suppressed the incredible and excited emotions in his heart, and seized the time to ask the temptation in his heart.

Because he was afraid that it would be gone in a while.

"Do you know me?"

"Hmm."

His answer was somewhat expected, but some seemed unexpected.

"Aren't you from the underworld? Why did you know me? Do I have any connection with you? ”

"I'll come back for you."

"Find me...... Get back? ”

Jun Moyan couldn't understand its words.

If it hadn't appeared on his body and in his dreams, if it hadn't been for the fact that he felt it kind and wasn't afraid of it, Jun Moyan would have thought that he was about to die, so he came to take his ghost to the underworld.

"They're all waiting for you to get back."

“…… They? Who is it? ”

“……”

"Jun Mo Yan, Jun Mo Yan ......"

Wen Xiaoai's voice sounded from the depths of his brain, pulling Jun Moyan's sanity back.

He calmed down instantly.

Little ......

Jun Moyan felt someone pinching the sides of his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and something was put in his mouth.

A hand touched his throat, and the thing slid down his throat......

"Jun Mo Yan, wake up......" Wen Xiaoai's expectant voice came from his ears.

Jun Moyan wanted to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.

In addition to Wen Xiaoai's voice, he also heard a lot of familiar voices.

"How long does it take to be effective?"

Shangguan Yu looked at Jun Moyan, who had eaten the antidote prepared by the drunkard on the bed, and asked the drunkard.

“…… Let's wait half an hour and see. ”

"Are you sure?"

“…… Let's wait half an hour and see. ”

The drunkard is still the same unconfident word.

"Sit down and rest for a while." Tsing Yi stepped forward and wanted to help the exhausted drunkard to a chair to rest.

The drunkard waved his hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, and examined the wound on his back.

The silver needle stuck in his back had turned black, and the black blood was flowing and rubbing, rubbing and flowing, and the corpse spots were constantly growing, although the speed was slower than before, but it was indeed growing.

He knew that if this corpse poison was unsolved, it would no longer be able to control it.

In just three days, Jun Moyan absolutely rotted all over his body and died.

Several people stayed by the bedside, quietly waiting for Jun Moyan to wake up.

But in my heart, I was more and more tormented and sad.