At this time, I don't know if it's a dream or the environment, Bai Luoling just wants to know if he still wants to ask himself here, father or grandmother, or mother, it's a different feeling, whether he is dreaming.

But touching yourself, it's still different, it's the real self, a beautiful face, a real self, nothing has been forgotten, just your own heart.

Since her father's illness, let alone going out to bask in the sun, even at home, he refuses to step out of the door easily, as if he is escaping and giving up the whole world, but she can feel that some things are different from reality.

"Heh, how can it be okay, you are also a human being, don't you think they are all too selfish? What do they take you for? Sacrificial objects? There was a voice in her head that said to her.

It's Zhong Yunyun. It was daytime now, and Bai Luoling took it for granted that the ghost was afraid of the sun, so he would naturally not come out.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Bai Luoling thought softly. She really didn't know if they were doing it right or not.

Suddenly, not at all out of place, she remembered what Li Aya said to her: "You weren't like this before, your previous works were very aura." ”

What was I like before?

"I want you to go into the field company as a reporter to help me find out the news."

"The impossible, I can't do it." Bai Luoling felt that she had rejected too quickly, and she paused and explained, "The last time I wrote about the wilderness, I was beaten down. ”

"Then you fight, I believe in you." As if returning to the first conversation of the first meeting, Zhong Yunyun returned to the gentle appearance at that time. Of course, Bai Luoling knew that this was all an illusion.

Swindler. Bai Luoling secretly said in his heart. This liar wants to trick him into doing things. But strangely, Bai Luoling didn't really want to refuse a ghost. And she is not afraid of Zhong Yunxuan at all.

Maybe it's because their eight characters do match. Bai Luoling acquiesced to this statement.

On a blank piece of paper, Bai Luoling saw that this was written.

This girl is actually the only granddaughter of the white wife, who was sacrificed to the Zhong family by her grandmother for redeeming herself and redeeming the whole family, so that she and Zhong Yunheng, who had been dead for three years, held a secret marriage.

Even in the face of the ghost, although she was nervous in her heart, she still showed no fear on her face. But his spirit remains.

But now he felt that his soul and body were not compatible, and he needed a key, and he didn't know what the key was.

But he gradually forgot his true purpose, and it was not until he met Bai Luoling by accident that something gradually surfaced.

He thinks that he is thoughtful and a cold and hypocritical person, but he has different feelings for Bai Luoling, and occasionally becomes gentle, but his soul does not fit.

In the dark night, his memory was intermittent, and he only remembered the white old woman.

According to Bai Luoling's memory, her grandmother was a well-known fortune teller near the city, who usually took fortune telling work, occasionally acted as a middleman, looked at feng shui, and tied wreaths at home. But because he has seen too many heavenly opportunities, he is blind and his face is hateful.

But all the retribution came from her greed for small profits, taking over the Zhong family's business, and peeking through other people's flaws, which caused others to die tragically.

After Zhong Yunheng's death, the resentment made the Bai family unstable, but the white wife was lifeless, and the resentment was transferred to Bai Luoling's father, making him paralyzed and unconscious, and the white wife had to force Bai Luoling to marry.

After all, she is her own daughter, and her only remaining conscience allowed her to only lock up Bai Luoling and the tablet for 4 days, and did not bury her granddaughter alive with her own hands.

The root of all this comes from the Zhong family, as the city's largest real estate giant, the largest real estate company under its name is Wilderness Villa all over the country, which is the property of Zhong Jiakang (Zhong Yunheng's father), specializing in independent villas for high-end people.

The white wife also received a lot of resentment, she has all kinds of hole cards to protect herself, but her son did not, in order to atone for her sins, she took Bai Luoling as a sacrifice and let her marry the dead Zhong Yunheng.

Bai Luoling made a deal with Zhong Yunheng on her wedding day, she found his important things for Zhong Yunheng, and Zhong Yunheng never interfered with her father and her after the matter was completed.

Bai Luoling is a gossip reporter reporter, who turned out to be a news agency reporter. Although her family is very kind to her, they are selfish in their bones. Especially her grandmother, who loved her very much, designed a big picture for her son.

On the table on the other side, there was still a spirit card covered with a red cloth.

"Zhong Yunyun."

Her steps clanked, and a sound seemed to tap at the memory.

In the dim and damp old house, the voices sounded one by one, and she struggled for a moment, still rubbing the name on the spirit tablet.

She vaguely remembered what her grandmother said.

"You're 26!"

Grandma raised her hand and trembled slightly to spank her, but she deftly shook her body and dodged it.

"I don't know if I'll be able to wait until this day..."

She's going to wake up from the nightmare, to get it all back to its roots.

In fact, at the beginning, this original dream was a happy day.

She seemed to see that the bride who was sitting on the bed was not very happy, her body was still trembling, and she knew that it was a haunting dream.

The wind was loud, and the windows clanged and fluttered.

Bai Luoling seemed to see a person, holding a double phoenix Tengyun Xia Cloak, what era is this still used, that person struggled for a while, but still pulled the red hijab off his head, she didn't see her face.

This time, her hand found sustenance again—clutching her hijab tightly, but it took too much of her strength, and the sweat on her forehead ran down to her chin, outlining her delicate face.

It was her own face, it wasn't a dream, it was an intertwined illusion.

The man took a soft breath, walked over to the window, and closed it tightly.

When she closed it, she hesitated for a moment, she didn't know what object to fix it, and now it is rarely wooden window paper, what period is this.

Every household has tempered glass windows, and even the few households at the bottom of the Jiangnan family are still old-even getting married are all ancient times.

These actions made her face even paler, and she was very scared.

said that it was a wedding, and there was no excitement of the groom's toast, nor was there the excitement of joy.

It was deserted, as if the bride was the only one in this house.

She felt like she was waking up from this dream because she knew the truth was not far away.