In my hand, holding this iron box, rolling the red yarn, moving quickly, gray things, constantly coming towards me, banging, clumps of gray objects, pressing towards me.

After hitting the ground, all of a sudden, large craters appeared on the ground.

"Zhang Qingyuan......" A yin and yang strange voice came from the air, and with a bang, the surrounding houses, high-rise buildings, collapsed one after another, the ground cracked, and a large pile of gray things almost blocked my way forward.

Two red yarns, one facing forward, seemed to be exploring the way, rolling around this one of mine, constantly deftly avoiding attacks from these gray objects.

I kept looking back, a little worried about Uncle Mo's situation, especially when I remembered that when I was parting just now, Uncle Mo's voice was a little wrong, although he said that he couldn't die.

"If you want to run, it's not that simple, return my things." There was another yin and yang strange sound, and I saw Ouyang Meng, exactly the same as Ouyang Wei, but with an expressionless face, just in front of me, raising his hands.

Bursts of whimpering sounded, and those gray things turned into monsters with teeth and claws, and I opened my eyes wide and looked at the red veil that was rolling around me, and again and again in the monster's huge mouth, between the claws, deftly avoiding it.

Fiercely, the red yarn began to rise, and a large area of monsters chased after it.

"Where do you want to go? Zhang Qingyuan. Ouyang Meng appeared above me, holding a blue long needle in his hand, seeing the red yarn passing, he smiled evilly, and threw the long needle towards me, suddenly, the white yarn was in the air, changing the trajectory, and all of a sudden, the blue long needle, passed by, I only felt that my cheeks were about to give a strong air current, tearing.

"Lan Qinmo, you are looking for death."

Suddenly, I saw behind Ouyang Meng, in a mass of purple things, Uncle Mo was inside, dying.

"Uncle Mo......" I shouted.

"Son-in-law, leave me alone, I can't die, just close my eyes, this guy's current strength can't catch up with my silk silk."

Sure enough, as Uncle Mo said, the red yarn is in the air, elegant and smart, and it will not give those gray things at all, touching the slightest, flickering and moving, changing directions.

And the destination is a place in the sky, a place that shines brightly.

"Zhang Qingyuan, hand over the things, otherwise, I will kill this guy." Ouyang Meng threatened.

Suddenly, I hesitated, clenched the box with both hands, and let go of some.

"Don't let go, Qingyuan ......" Uncle Mo shouted loudly again, and I looked over, Uncle Mo seemed to be suffering from some kind of inhuman torture in that purple thing, and it was very painful.

"Uncle Mo......" I shouted again, the box I was holding in my hand had been loosened, I couldn't watch Uncle Mo, in order to help me, in this dream, for Ouyang Meng to devour.

"Qingyuan, do you want to watch things fall short? Think about it, the signature paper, the people on it. ”

In an instant, I remembered that on that whole page of paper, there were signatures with different personalities, and the content was Ouyang Wei's friend roster signed book, a whole big page.

I have already given the red yarn, and it is about to roll up to the light, and Uncle Mo has changed from a painful expression at the beginning to a struggle.

"Uncle Mo, it still doesn't work, I can't do it, you are Lan Ruoxi's father, I can't do it."

I shouted loudly, holding the box.

"Stinky boy, Zhang Qingyuan, don't give this dead lady, once he recovers his strength, the person on this piece of paper will not be left behind, and he will be dragged into a nightmare, do you want to watch, that little girl, kill your own friends with your own hands? Zhang Qingyuan, no matter what happens......"

I looked at Uncle Mo blankly, he was already tortured to the point that he was not human, and then he reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

"No matter what... What's going on, it's worth a man, plugging all the stuff, isn't it......"

"Uncle Mo......" I shouted, hugged the box hard, turned my head away, and my figure disappeared into the light.

"Uncle Mo, Uncle Mo......"

I cried and screamed, and kept banging on the ground, and the box in my hand fell to the ground.

"Brother, what is there to cry about, it's not dead, get up, you did a good job this time."

It was Yin Qiujian, I raised my head, Yin Qiujian smiled, stretched out a hand to me, I returned to the unit building, I looked at him stupidly, tears kept pouring out.

Then Yin Qiu picked up the box and smiled very happily.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother, now that dead shemale is going to cry and lose her face."

Gradually, I lost consciousness, and after a shaking, I woke up, it was already dawn, it was Lan Ruoxi, she was on the side, looking at me very worriedly.

Feeling the wetness on my cheeks, I hurriedly wiped my tears, and as soon as I saw Lan Ruoxi's eyes, I slammed it, hugged her, and cried.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry......"

Without too many words, Lan Ruoxi kept comforting me, and after a while, I calmed down and hurriedly sat back, Lan Ruoxi's cheeks were crimson and her head was tilted sideways.

"What are you doing?" Ouyang Wei rushed in, looked at me viciously, and then hurriedly put away that expression, walked to Lan Ruoxi's side, and asked in a low voice.

"Qingyuan, hurry down, eat, it's 11 o'clock, that... Whatever happens, there is time, and hopefully you can tell me. With that, Lan Ruoxi pulled Ouyang Wei and walked out of the room.

I was stunned for a while before going downstairs, after eating, we left the urban village, Lan Ruoxi drove me home first, and then sent Ouyang Wei back to the team, and then went back by the way, let Hu Tianshuo and them investigate the matter of Li Susu.

At about 2 o'clock, I returned to the unit building, dragged my tired body, and walked into the yard, and as soon as I entered, I heard a commotion.

"See if I don't kill you, stop me." It is a red poem, in the cherry blossom tree, chasing Zhao Yuyang.

"Am I wrong? Is there a difference between your makeup, makeup and non-makeup? Ugly is dead. ”

I was already mentally and physically exhausted, but when I saw the face of the red poem, I was surprised at first, and then I laughed, a very thick layer of powder, and some things were painted on it, a big flower face, and some other ghosts gathered together, watching something.

I put away my smile and walked over with a sigh, I didn't want to look at this noisy daily life anymore, I just wanted to go back and sleep.

"What do you see, what is so beautiful about the dead, go and ......" Wei Hua said, coaxing away the other ghosts, and all of a sudden, my eyes widened, it was Uncle Mo, lying there upright.

I hurried over and walked out of the small pavilion.

"Why is Uncle Mo here?"

"It's Yin Qiu who asked him to help you, Qingyuan." Cold, Ji Yun'er took off her headphones and said.

"Shut up, slut." Yin Qiujian turned his head and roared angrily.

"You ......" I pointed at Yin Qiujian, who smiled slightly.

"Oh, brother, I said it in my dream, it's not dead, it's just for the dead lady, trapped in the dream, can't come back, just make sure that he is okay physically, when the time comes, you go and rescue him, it's over."

I sighed and looked at Uncle Mo who was motionless.

"Don't worry, Qingyuan, I'll help you watch this guy, find a room, and put him in."

"Thank you, Old Wei." I hurriedly thanked him, Wei Hua smiled and shook his head.

Then I moved Uncle Mo's body to the 2nd floor, and then I called Ji Yun'er and Yin Qiujian and came to the black lake underground, on the big stone in the middle.

"Do you know what the 12 Buddha dreams are?"

Although I thought that what Uncle Mo said was unclear before, but now that I think about it, I have to know these things.

Yin Qiu smiled slightly, and just wanted to open his mouth when he interrupted me.

"If you know, tell me, don't say anything, I'll know later, don't fool me."

"There is a chance, brother, you go and ask Shen Yanjun, he knows best, I just know, 12 Buddha dreams, the things contained in them, very powerful, I have met 2 monks before, all of them were dragged by the Buddha in the dream, very powerful, that will, I was called a ghost by the ghost, and ah, this matter, Ji Yun'er, a slut, knows much better than me."

Yin Qiu said and looked at Ji Yun'er.

"You know what?"

"Hey, Qingyuan, don't mention it, my strength was sharply consumed at that time, that is, to Mingde master and apprentice, locked up in Putian Temple, then I said that my strength was consumed a lot, but it was a hundred times stronger than now, and finally the old monk made the image of the Buddha, I couldn't parry, so I took it, giggles, but the old monk was also seriously injured because of this, and after Mingde inherited the abbot, he choked."

"Brother, you have been to the Putian Temple, you should have seen the old monk Mingde, right?"

I nodded.

"That old monk is one of the most powerful people in the yang world now, and he is the last person to receive the dream of the Buddha, and the remaining 11 monks have all passed away."

I sighed, indeed, the abbot of Putian Temple, the master of Jianyun, and the abbot of Mingde, is a high monk, very powerful.

"And the remaining 11 Buddha dreams, I'm afraid that in some form, they are kept in the hands of some people, although the Putian Temple is the leader of Sanskrit, but it is only the strongest one, and it is impossible to hold all the Buddha dreams."

"Okay, I'm tired, it's no different if I asked or didn't."

As I spoke, I walked up to my feet, and the laughter of the two of them came from behind me.

And my heart is full of what Uncle Mo said to me in the end.

"Brother, give you a reminder, in a few days, you will still be outside, or go to the temple, stay for three days, and don't come home."

"Why?" I turned my head and asked.

"The evil star is coming, brother, the ghost, but it will show its true face, you have to be careful, especially those who are more hateful than the ghost."