Although this is indeed the case.

"Can you tell me what the hell this is?" The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, the leaves in his hands were padded, and the axe he was holding shook in his hands, which made people tremble in horror.

"I ...... I don't know......" she screamed, "ah...... My feet! ”

"Pretend!" Jiang Wuche snorted coldly, "Do you want me to analyze my guess for you." ”

"This is my dream, and everything other than me, including you, is imposed on my dream by something strange." He looked at Yu Qian's resentful eyes and smiled with satisfaction, "So far, I haven't guessed your purpose, but at least for now, nothing can hurt me, right?" ”

He slowly plucked the leaf that was on his hand and held it with his bare hands, which were not corroded.

The leaves used to wrap the handle of the axe were also stained with some residual poison, and he rubbed it on "Yu Qian's" face very badly.

It's a pretty face, but it's corroded beyond recognition all at once.

"Yu Qian" screamed, hideous and terrifying.

Jiang Wuche casually threw the axe onto the bud wrapped with "Yu Qian".

"Poof—"

A leaking sound came from inside the bud, like a balloon being punctured, and then emitted an unpleasant stench.

Unlike "Fu Ziqi", which was finally fished out of a whole corpse, the back half of "Yu Qian" has been digested, and there is still pus, which is extremely disgusting.

Jiang Wuche walked into her, observed carefully for a while, and found that she had also turned into a mutilated dried corpse.

It's like a monster torn to shreds.

Jiang Wuche felt that he was the monster.

Not knowing what he remembered, he sighed softly and walked towards the gate without looking back.

It's the same as when I came, it's a sense of dizziness that is strange from the light and land.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still lying in the bunk where the hostess had been assigned a room.

Warm sunlight shone through the sparse shadows of the trees outside the window.

The light in the room was good and the whole room was bright and comfortable.

There are towels and toothbrushes for everyone in the washroom to wash up.

Jiang Wuche has always been sloppy, and he is not very good at taking care of himself in the morning, so after brushing his teeth and wiping his face, he slipped into the yard.

In the middle of the garden was the large gardening table, where people were already sitting and eating the breakfast prepared by the hostess.

After experiencing last night's dream, even if Jiang Wuche's psychological quality is good, he still has a little prejudice against this weird garden.

Yu Qian got up earlier than him, and was already eating mashed potatoes slowly.

It's unlikely that the breakfast would be too rich. In addition to mashed potatoes, there is only boiled corn.

Jiang Wuche picked his mouth, not wanting to eat it very much.

"Brother Che Che, it's early! What happened to you? Yu Qian blinked her big beautiful eyes, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him.

Jiang Wuche was just thinking about things in a daze, and she was so confused that she came back to his senses.

"Nothing." He looked away, avoiding her direct gaze, "Also, call me that, it looks like you're old." ”

"Eh, eh! Brother Che, don't be like this! Sort me out! Yu Qian still had a drop of mashed potatoes on the corner of her lips, and pouted slightly, "Should you be...... What did you do to be sorry for me when you dreamed last night!? ”

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Back in the thirties of the nineteenth century, nylon toothbrushes were already available. The Native Plane time occurred in the seventies and eighties of the nineteenth century.