Sun Hua looked at Song Qian's back and scratched her mustache, is this Song Qian different from ordinary girls, is there a problem with her intelligence?

Whether it's from the point of view of appearance, cultivation, or family background, he is much better than that little boy.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

He turned on the faucet, closed the door, pressed his left hand on the mirror, a black gas passed through his meridians, drilled into the mirror, and suddenly the mist covered the mirror, and the shadow of a man appeared in it, slowly raised his head, his face was blue, there were no eyeballs, only the whites of his eyes.

"Observation, whether Song Qian and Zhang Beiye have a relationship."

The male ghost nodded.

Sun Hua came out of the bathroom and said with a smile: "Uncle, aunt, it's late, I won't bother." ”

"Don't worry, Xiao Sun, I will find a psychiatrist to counsel her, Qianqian is by no means the kind of girl who doesn't love herself, she must have been stimulated by something. You're my favorite student, and I hope you can get into Curtis together. Song's mother said.

also sent Sun Hua to the elevator all the time, such a boy is qualified to be her son-in-law.

"Don't worry, Auntie, Qianqian is so beautiful, I can't ask for it, but if she has a child, then I ...... It's really unacceptable. Sun Hua said with a smile.

Mother Song knew that her daughter was a second marriage, so she patiently explained:

"Xiaohua, my daughter, is by no means a casual girl, the two of them have only known each other for a few days, that kid is dead in my house, they are all sleeping on the sofa, you have to believe Qianqian's personality."

When Sun Hua heard this, he nodded meaningfully.

"Then did you ask Qianqian, why do you have to be with him?"

"Oh, it's a shame to say it, you said that Qianqian is a high-achieving student, why was she fooled by this kid and superstitious."

Sun Hua raised his eyebrows and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"She often has nightmares, and only Zhang Beiye can accompany her."

"Nightmares?" Sun Hua didn't understand it very well, but he faintly felt that it was not good.

Zhang Beiye returned to the rental house and felt empty in his heart, this house was originally his and Song Qian's love nest, without her, this house was not as good as a dormitory.

He walked into the bathroom and knocked on the mirror, "Are you there?" ”

"Yes."

"Can you help me check that Sun Hua?"

"Good. Where's your second wife? ”

"At her house."

"I'm going to protect her, or she'll die in a nightmare and kill her whole family by the way."

Zhang Beiye looked at the words on the mirror, and a chill rose in his heart.

What's going on with the female ghost, no wonder Song Qian was scared like this, how to kill people is the same as killing chickens.

There seem to be only two obsessions in this female ghost's heart, one is to protect Zhang Beiye, and the other is to kill the people who embarrass him.

"Don't mess around, protect Song Qian, but don't scare her parents, they're old, don't be scared." Zhang Beiye persuaded bitterly.

"You've changed."

"I haven't changed, please listen to me, please, don't make trouble for me again, this wife is also what you forced me to want, right?" Zhang Beiye said.

"We have been living for life, and we are all your wives who are human beings and ghosts, not forced by me."

The temperature of the mirror returned to normal, and no matter what Zhang Beiye told, there was no response.

Zhang Beiye was not at ease, so he called Song Qian, but no one answered, sent a message, and did not receive a reply.

The pink floral quilt is Song Qian's, leaving her lingering fragrance, flipping through the photo of the two taking a selfie in the afternoon, Zhang Beiye found that he missed her a little.

There are female ghosts watching, Song Qian should be fine, go to her now, maybe the community won't be able to enter.

He entered the dream realm to cultivate again, time waits for no one, and the one-eyed soul crystal must be practiced quickly, otherwise Brother Hua's subordinates will not be able to deal with it, what to talk about protecting Song Qian.

It was strange that he could smell a trace of fragrance in the deep dream, which was Song Qian's taste, probably because of the sheets, which made him feel less lonely and more peaceful.

Song Qian's voice and taste can penetrate her dreams, presumably she and her fate have long been closely linked.

On the left arm, the green tendons burst out, a black eye socket loomed, and it could not be stabilized, this soul crystal looked very terrifying, I don't know why there were no eyeballs.

Can you still call a soul crystal without eyeballs? Not to mention that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

He felt that his speed should be considered very fast, after all, he had a soul crystal and a thousand catties of soul power, and he had only cultivated it a few times.

His body had obviously changed, and the environment in which he had dreamed was very bad, with lightning and thunder, and torrential rain that kept raining, making him dizzy.

But now not only is it not affected by the noise, but the body also has some temperature.

This is very important, otherwise every time you enter cultivation, your body will be cold, how will you sleep with Song Qian in the future.

……

Song Qian took a shower and came out of the bathroom, and the security door was locked from the inside by her parents with a key.

At this time, on the mirror covered with fog, a word appeared: dead !!

The appearance of the male ghost appeared in the mirror, looking at the handwriting, realizing that there was someone behind him, and just about to turn around, a pair of miserable little white hands were inserted into his head, he struggled in pain, the mirror was all shattered, and then the male ghost disappeared.

Song Qian was lying on the bed, so scared that she couldn't sleep, she turned on the computer and wanted to contact Zhang Beiye, but found that there was no network, and the router was collected by her parents.

She was really tired today, and she was injured again, and finally she couldn't stay up and fell into a deep sleep.

Soon she was convulsed on all fours, soaking wet, foaming at the mouth, rolling to the floor wrapped in the quilt, and even screaming hoarsely.

Kitano ...... Save...... Help me......"

The house is a bit big, separated from the master bedroom by two rooms, parents because of the long-distance flight, too hard, before going to bed for their daughter to talk for a long time, at the moment is sleeping deeply.

A little white hand stretched out from the night and pressed Song Qian's middle point, but she couldn't speak, couldn't wake up Song Qian, so she could only slap her a few times to wake her up.

The first thing Song Qian woke up from her dream was to look for Zhang Beiye, but there was no Zhang Beiye in the room, she went to find her mobile phone, and the mobile phone was hidden by her parents.

She was lame and wanted to knock on her parents' door, but her parents would be frightened and had to give up.

She could only go back to her room, turn on the light, sit in the corner of the closet, and not let herself fall asleep, and resist until dawn.

The mother woke up early and saw her daughter's red and swollen eyes and the bruises on her face, she was really frightened, and hurriedly called the old man up and called the psychiatrist.

"Mom, give me my phone, I have something important to find Kitano." Song Qian said.

"Shut up for me, you, you, your parents are old, don't scare us, okay, see what he has made of you? I must ask the old headmaster to expel this kid and go back to his hometown to farm. Mom said.

"Mom, I beg you, give me my phone, otherwise I'll die, do you want me to die?" Song Qian said that she didn't even have the strength to quarrel.

Last night, she heard that her parents were going to find a psychiatrist for herself, and she didn't dare to tell the real situation, who would believe that she would die in three days.

The psychiatrist, who is also a professor of psychology at Jiang University, opened a clinic outside and lived in the same community, so he came over quickly.

"You go out first, big sister, you can play some soothing tunes in the living room."

"How about Richard's Childhood Memories?"

"Yes, slow down." The psychiatrist closed the door.

"Okay, okay."

Song's mother is a teacher in the music department, so she naturally grabbed it with her hands and played the most beautiful melody in the middle.

The psychiatrist is also very depressed, Song Qian doesn't seem to have a problem, the answers are fluent, the logic is clear, how did she become like this, she looks flustered, and she is masochistic, does this girl suffer from Stockholm syndrome?

"Qianqian, did Zhang Beiye commit violence against you?"

"No, he's been nice to me."

"What's a good way?" The doctor asked if he had this disease, he would treat violence as a pleasure.

"I originally found him, he could save my life, and you don't believe it."

"How can I save the law?"

"Uncle, can you lend me your mobile phone to use it?" Song Qianyang begged.

"Qianqian, you have to tell me the truth."

"Uncle, I'm so tired, but I have nightmares when I fall asleep."

"It's okay, you're too tired, take a hypnotic pill first, and we'll talk when you're rested."

"Okay."

The psychiatrist took out a small pill, this dose has no effect on the person's body, and he was going to wait for Song Qian to rest before chatting slowly.

Before Song Qian could deliver it to her mouth, the pill flew out of her hand, as if she had been beaten down, which frightened the psychiatrist directly.

"Qianqian, why are you throwing it away?"

Song Qian was so smart that she seemed to think that this was done by a female ghost.