I was scared into a cold sweat, and the drowsiness had been completely dispelled.

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."

Iron Yi comforted himself, and his pounding heart finally calmed down. After taking a long breath, he suddenly felt a parchment in his mouth, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when he suddenly stopped moving with a shiver.

On the floor next to his bed, there were two wet footprints that looked like those of a teenager.

"Balls."

Iron Yi subconsciously muttered a name, and then a shudder, and now he finally understood what kind of fear his father was experiencing.

Footsteps sounded in the living room, and Iron Yi looked timidly, through the door that was not completely closed, his parents were whispering in the living room, both of them were a little pale, and sweat stains could be faintly seen on their foreheads.

After a while, the living room became three sighing people, exchanging experiences with each other in their dreams, and they all felt that things were not as simple as they imagined, and the solution to all this was in the house in the old town.

The house has been bought, and it is unrealistic to want to buy it back.

After discussion, the family bought some incense wax paper candles and went to the old town, hoping to get the understanding of the ghost in the dream.

Perhaps their actions were interpreted as stubbornness, and that led to their misfortune.

Listening to the experience of iron art, Ling Tian couldn't help frowning, maybe it was indeed not about Uncle Yi's business, it was all other ghosts who were haunting, which could also prove from the side why he didn't find the slightest thing in Uncle Yi's house.

It's just that there are too many people who appear in their dreams, and they can't investigate them one by one, and what makes Ling Tian even more puzzled is the person called Dandan.

Dan Dan had indeed drowned, and Ling Tian vaguely remembered such a person.

At that time, I was still very afraid of ghosts, so I didn't try to learn too much.

It's just that, after so many years, if Dandan's still exists, why hasn't there been a trace of rumors, if it's not Dandan.

So who is playing the role of Dandan?

After discussing with Tie Yi, Ling Tian planned to stay in the ward tonight to see if there would be any other discoveries.

Time passed little by little, because of the drug, it didn't take long for the iron art to fall asleep, and Ling Tian sat alone on the companion chair, playing with his mobile phone.

I don't know how long it took, there was movement on the hospital bed, Ling Tian looked up, and saw that the iron art eyes on the hospital bed were closed, but the eyeballs kept turning under the eyelids, his face was a little pale, and the sweat wet the pillow a lot.

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, stood up directly from his chair, looked around, and didn't find any ghosts around.

"What's going on? Wrought iron, wrought iron. ”

Ling Tian's voice was not small, but the iron on the bed did not respond, on the contrary, because of Ling Tian's approach, his eyes moved even faster.

The quilt on his chest seemed to have been pressed down by something invisible, forming a depression, and it was still going down.

After a while, the wrought's breathing became heavy, and an abnormal flush began to appear on his face.

"Damn."

Ling Tian cursed, stretched out his hand and touched the iron art's chest, obviously there was nothing, just when his hand came to the iron art's chest, a figure faintly appeared.

A scream sounded, and Iron Yi's chest instantly returned to normal, but Ling Tian didn't relax in the slightest, and his eyes kept scanning the room.

This was not the first time he had encountered a ghost he couldn't see, but he still didn't dare to be careless.

After waiting for less than a minute, a sigh sounded, and then the iron iron's body began to tremble constantly.

Ling Tian looked at the iron art in surprise, the voice just now actually came from the iron art's chest.

Could it be that the ghost is lying on the wrought iron again?

"Who are you and why are you pestering wrought iron?"

There was no response in the room, and if it weren't for the sigh just now, Ling Tian almost thought he was talking to himself.

"Don't speak, don't blame me if you don't speak?"

Ling Tian's voice was fierce, but the other party didn't pay any attention to him as if he had eaten him.

Laughing angrily, Ling Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to shoot into the air.

"Come out."

The words that came out of Ling Tian's mouth were not at all like his voice, the two words continued to echo in the room as if they were restrained by the room, the sound became louder and louder, and finally became deafening.

Through the sound, Ling Tian had already vaguely sensed the existence of the ghost, and to his surprise, the ghost was not in the room, but in the body of the iron artist, as if his body was used as a container, secretly hiding in a corner.

Completely different from possession, Ling Tian couldn't determine the location of the ghost, and what surprised him the most was that he obviously felt that the other party had been tricked, but he didn't come out at all.

It's as if the ghost is bound to the wrought iron body.

Soon the vague sense of the ghost disappeared, but it was not without effect, and just before the power disappeared, the iron let out an exclamation and opened his eyes directly.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested in years.

"I, I'm dreaming again."

Iron Yi's voice was hoarse, and his tone was filled with fear, looking at Ling Tian for help.

Ling Tian nodded, returned to his seat and sat down, thinking in his heart: "Iron Art, are you hiding something from me?" ”

His words were not untargeted, he had encountered such a situation for the first time, but he had seen similar accounts in the records, but most of this happened to people who raised little ghosts.

Raising a ghost means that for some reason, regardless of their own safety, they raise a ghost and use the power of ghosts to fulfill their own wishes.

But people and ghosts have different paths, no matter what kind of ghosts, they are not controllable by manpower, once the ghosts are devoured, there will be a phenomenon of ghosts invading the human body, and it is even possible to replace the people who raise ghosts.

Although it is very similar, the situation of iron art is different, and he does not have the yin qi that he has to be contaminated with by raising little ghosts.

For a while, Ling Tian was also puzzled, and he could only think that the iron art had something to hide from him.

Looking at Ling Tian's searching gaze, Tie Yi subconsciously avoided it, and his words flickered a little: "No, no." ”

Originally, he was just worried that there was something wrong with the iron art that he hadn't made clear, but now seeing his reaction, Ling Tian was even more convinced in his heart.

With a sneer, Ling Tian's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest: "No, that's good, I can't help with this matter." ”

"Brother, we have been brothers for so many years, people say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, do you just watch your uncle and I being killed by ghosts?"

"I don't want to watch you get an accident, so I'll close my eyes." Ling Tian smiled: "I can't help it, this ghost doesn't look like it's foreign." ”