finally waited until he got off work, Cui Yue pushed out his old permanent car from the carport, and as soon as he lifted his legs, the pedals almost kicked off.

"I don't know how long this old fellow can last? Let's compare two times. ”

Cui Yue muttered to himself and laughed at himself.

I got up and rode a few steps, when I was suddenly hugged by someone around my waist, and the back seat sank suddenly.

Cui Yue hurriedly adjusted his body shape, and finally helped the handlebars.

"Hey, hey, who, who!"

Cui Yue hurriedly turned around and shouted.

Looking back, it is the willow eyebrows slightly upturned, the tenderness in the starry eyes is like water, and a wisp of pandan refreshes people's hearts.

The familiar braids fell obliquely in the ears, and the small mouth was pouting.

Cui Yue couldn't help but be stupid, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Hey! Have you seen enough! ”

"No ......"

Cui Yue said stupidly.

"Then look at the road!"

"I can't get enough of it!"

Cui Yue stared back at Yang Yatou stupidly, mishearing "road" as "enough"!

"Hey, look at the road! Look at the road! It's not that I've seen enough! ”

Yang Yatou was anxious, and hurriedly dragged Cui Yue and shouted.

Before the words were spoken, the two of them had already ridden up the tree with the old permanent.

"Oops."

The two of them even crashed into the side with the car.

Yang Liu's little face was flushed, angry and funny.

Cui Yue looked embarrassed, and hurriedly helped Lao Yong, who was about to fall apart.

"Why are you so stupid!"

Yang Liu crossed his hands on his hips and muttered with a small mouth.

"I, who made you jump out of nowhere."

Cui Yue said in a low voice. "I don't know what to eat and grow up, and I'm dead."

"What did you say!"

"No, nothing."

Cui Yue hurriedly answered, this aunt is really afraid of you, and she punches and kicks at every turn.

"You have a bit of eyesight."

Yang Liufeng's eyes glared lightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, quite complacent.

"Let's go, Grandma, I'll take you home."

"I'm not going to ride in your broken car, my ass hurts."

Willow pouted lightly.

"If you don't sit, I'll go, you can walk slowly."

Cui Yue pushed Lao Yongheng to walk in front, and deliberately kicked a few times with his feet.

"Hey! Dead Cui Yue! You wait for me, you stop me......"

The two frolicked along the way, and the gloom in Cui Yue's heart was dispelled a lot by the laughter of this silver bell.

After eating in the evening, Cui Yue locked himself in his room, lying on the wooden bed, staring at the mottled ceiling in a daze.

One figure after another kept popping up in my mind, there were glasses boys, Huo Laowei, Lao Duan, and the female ghost in Tsing Yi The relationship between these people is complicated, and I can't figure out a clue, where will fate drive itself, and what will wait for me?

Thinking about it, my eyelids gradually became heavier, and everything in front of me became blurred......

As soon as Cui Yue opened his eyes, he was already in a darkness, with no front, no back, an empty world, as if there was only one person's footsteps.

Click, click.

Suddenly, there was a noise.

Immediately after that, a strong light came, Cui Yue hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, and through the gap between his fingers, everything around him suddenly changed.

The night is high, and the moon rises without the stars in sight.

There are rows of neat factories, and there is no one in the compound, except for a factory next to it, which is brightly lit, and the sound of clattering machines comes from this house.

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

Cui Yue stood on the path of the factory yard blankly, looked around, why is all this in front of me so familiar, am I not at home, why is it in the factory in a blink of an eye.

"Am I dreaming?"

Cui Yue touched his face, it was still warm, and he pinched it hard, but there was no trace of pain, it was really in a dream.

Before Cui Yue could think about it, the noisy sound of the machine pulled his thoughts back again.

Cui Yue looked up, and a sign outside the workshop was particularly eye-catching: Raw material workshop!

How could I dream of this strange place.

There was not a single sound in the factory except the noise of machinery.

"Who will appear in this dream? Could it be that girl Yang Liu? ”

Thinking of this, Cui Yue's heart suddenly felt a burst of warmth.

If this girl is with me, I am willing to sink in my dreams for the rest of my life.

Cui Yue held his breath and gently pushed the door of the factory open a crack.

Looking up, there are four pieces of scraping equipment neatly placed in the huge workshop, the material table is empty, and there is no one next to the machine, only the machine is left to idle vigorously, making bursts of clicking sounds.

"Why is there no one?"

Cui Yue was wondering, and suddenly saw a woman sitting on the workbench in the corner, wearing light blue overalls from the factory, with her back to the door of the workshop.

His long hair hung down on his waist, and his back did not move, sitting straight.

The air in the entire room seemed to be suffocating, and it was extremely oppressive.

Cui Yue looked at this back a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"This woman seems to be ......"

The woman seemed to sense that someone was behind her, and turned her face slightly, and her whole skin took on a sickly white, revealing half of her eyes that was indescribably weird.

finally saw the side face, but Cui Yue gasped!

It's her!

It's Huang Juan!

Huang Juan turned around slowly, staring in Cui Yue's direction and suddenly grinned, her laughter eerie.

Cui Yue shuddered, and he didn't dare to come out.

Those eyes full of resentment, Cui Yue will never forget in his life.

Huang Juan stood up, holding a fruit knife tightly in her right hand, and walked in the direction of Cui Yue step by step.

"What is this for? What to do? ”

Cui Yue hurriedly withdrew his head from the crack in the door, and let out a cold sweat.

It's not good to run, it's not okay if you don't run, but your legs seem to be stuck in the mud, and you can't move it.

Suddenly, a black fog shadow floated in from outside the window, and the black mist continued to shrink and move, hanging in front of Huang Juan.

At this time, Huang Juan's whole body suddenly trembled, and then gradually calmed down, the expression on her face was dull, and her two eyes stared at the black fog shadow in front of her.

Cui Yue was shocked when he saw it, what is this black fog? Why did it come into my dreams?

Huang Juan stretched out her hand and made a strange gesture, her thumb facing her shoulder.

This action is not ......

Huang Juan laughed out loud without warning, pinched her nose with her left hand, and took her nose off alive with a knife in her right hand and held it in her hand.

Scarlet blood spurted like a pillar in an instant, staining a large patch of clothing on his chest red.

Cui Yue's throat tightened, and he felt a chill in his heart, how could this Huang Juan cut off his nose with his own hands.

Huang Juan, whose face was covered with blood, was not flustered at all, as if she was nothing, she carefully held her nose and sent her into the black mist.

The black mist churned instantly, the black mist contracted and expanded rapidly, and when Huang Juan pulled out his hand, the nose disappeared.

Engulfed in by the black mist?