"Qin Ling, are you okay?"

Baili Xueji's words let me know that the Dark Dragon is not lying, because Baili Xueji will never unite with the Dark Dragon to deceive me, that is, I did see the wall as a crack in the door just now, and I looked at it for so long.

Is it a hallucination?

I couldn't help but think of the eyes I had just seen through the crack in the door, and although I wasn't sure it was real, it made a deep impression on me.

"I'm fine," I waved my hand, what happened just now was too bizarre, but there were two scenes in one room, maybe this is the three-layer space that the dark dragon said, thinking about it, the Xuanwu Sangong Stone is really powerful, and it can actually change the structure of the space.

Baili Xueji didn't say anything when she saw me, so she didn't ask deeply, but said to me: "Qin Ling, I saw Song Qian just now. ”

"How is it possible, he's dead." When I heard Baili Xueji's words, my head seemed to be blown up by a thunderbolt, if this was said by the dark dragon, I would definitely not think so, but I know that Baili Xueji will not lie to me, and Baili Xueji has also seen Song Qian, since he said to me so surely, I must have seen it.

Baili Xueji's silver-white pupils flickered for a moment, and then said to me: "You said that Song Qian is dead, but I obviously saw him walk out of the gate just now, if I wasn't worried about your safety, I would definitely go back and catch up." ”

"Baili Xueji, I won't tell you, I did see Song Gan's death." Then I told me about the two rooms, and the picture I got from the blood.

Baili Xueji also frowned, he knew that as my physique became stronger and stronger, the peculiarities of the pure yin body were gradually revealed, such as being able to communicate with the blood to get the hidden picture in the blood, this is my tried and tested trick.

Whether it is me or Baili Xueji, the pictures I read from the blood are accurate, even if I met the powerful Cao Dian, I didn't miss it once, and this time it shouldn't be wrong, that is to say, Song Qian is indeed dead.

"Song Gan may really be dead, maybe the Song Gan that I saw with the Stygian Dragon was faked." Baili Xueji thought about it for a while, and finally decided to follow my train of thought.

The dark dragon came up at this time and said: "I said why are you such an assertive woman, even if Qin Ling is your little lover, you can't blindly believe it, this will sometimes kill him." ”

Baili Xueji's face was flushed by what the dark dragon said, and she said with some dissatisfaction: "Qin Ling's physique is special, and he can read relevant memories from his blood, and he has never missed it, I believe he will never be mistaken." ”

I frowned and looked at the Dark Dragon: "Dark Dragon, why are you also an ancient old monster, you also saw that person just now, do you think he is a fake." ”

The dark dragon is an old antique, although he has no experience, but his eyes should not be too bad, since he has an opinion, I must listen to it.

"I don't know that man, but I'm sure he's not faked, let alone dead." The dark dragon pointed a little, and then a picture appeared, a man in a black casual sportswear swaggered out of the door, although it was dark and the light was a little dim, but I could still recognize it at a glance, that person was Song Qian.

"Are you sure he's not a fake?" I looked at the dark dragon and nodded, since this old monster is so sure, it should be the real Song Gan, "But I did see Song Qian killed just now." ”

I frowned and didn't know what to choose, when I suddenly saw that the drop of blood on the bedside table had disappeared.

The reason why I am so sure that Song Qian is dead, the main evidence is the picture obtained from that drop of blood, but now that the blood has disappeared, then my basis has become rootless duckweed.

Could it be that I have entered the hallucination since I came in, the door I was knocked on does not exist, the strange door crack does not exist, the faint eyes do not exist, even the drop of blood, the picture of Song Qian being killed are all hallucinations, all fake?

I kept thinking in my heart, this explanation seemed to be very reasonable, but I felt that Song Qian was really dead, whether it was the strange black and white photo in the dilapidated room talking to me, or the memory fragment that I had just gotten from the blood, it was so real and clear, only those who experienced it could feel it.

But Baili Xueji won't lie to me, and the eyesight of the dark dragon won't be bad, which means that Song Qian is really alive.

The inconsistent judgment made my brain a little confused, and finally I simply gritted my teeth, "I don't want to think about these things first, whether Song Gan died just now or not, at least I can be sure of one thing, Song Qian should have a connection with Grandma Huang, and the corpse must have sent the bodies of Fang Ziyi and Grandma Huang to the west of the village." ”

After finishing speaking, I immediately took Baili Xueji and Stygian to Grandma Huang's courtyard in the west of the village, because what I am most concerned about now is Fang Ziyi, as for other things, I can slow down, if I don't find Fang Ziyun for a moment, my heart will never be able to let go, and I am always afraid that Fang Ziyun will disappear inexplicably like before.

As for why I'm so sure that Song Qian and Grandma Huang are really connected, it's not difficult to judge, because when I was in the cave, I saw the dry corpse through the blood of the evil-faced corpse and took away Fang Ziyun and Grandma Huang.

The dry corpse has been in the small courtyard, if it weren't for Song Gan's instructions, he wouldn't have known that there were people in the rockery, let alone run to the rockery to play, so his appearance proved that the picture of Grandma Huang looking for Song Qian was real.

In addition to this direct evidence, there is also an invisible inference, that is, no matter who is calculating me, ninety percent of what he shows me must be true, that is to say, those so-called hallucinations are likely to be real, but I don't know why Song Qian is still alive, maybe this is the one who calculated me to deceive, but I can't think of the relationship and purpose.

Tonight we ran almost all over the city, and now we ran from the east end of the urban village to the westernmost end, this location is the urban village of the cemetery, the wild grass in the field is knee-high, in the night breeze blowing constantly undulating, the graves are like rising waves, the tombstones are like black portals, waiting for people outside to walk into the eerie graves.

Grandma Huang's yard is built outside the village, in the northernmost part of the cemetery, and the gate is right opposite the cemetery in front.

I stood outside Grandma Huang's fence gate, and my hand gently broke the wire that was randomly wound, and opened the dilapidated fence gate, and a cold wind blew out from it, which made my heart rise immediately.