The classmates on the top bunk muttered a few words in their dreams and fell asleep again. This student's English score is quite good, he studies quite hard, and often talks in his sleep in the middle of the night to memorize the English words he learned that day.

I lay on the lower bunk and waited for half a moment, and when I saw that the upper bunk was not moving, I fell asleep peacefully. As soon as my eyes closed, I fell asleep.

I dreamed that the silver coin had not been given to her, because in the dream I was going to give it with my own hands

She. She walked towards me from the tree-lined path, slender and smiling, like an angel descending from the sky. I faced her head-on, sheared my hands behind my back, and hid the silver coin behind my back.

She slowly approached me. I called her name and she stopped. I moved my hand to the front and held the gift in the palm of my hand.

When she saw the gift in the palm of my hand, she "revealed" a surprised expression. She happily covered her red face.

But as she took the gift from the palm of my hand, she exclaimed, and hurriedly covered one hand with the other. Bright red blood flowed from her fingers like a live earthworm. I was shocked to find that the silver coin in my palm had somehow turned into a thorny rose! There are traces of residual blood on the thorns of roses.

This nervousness woke me up from my dream. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was a false alarm, and my heart calmed down a little.

Does this dream have any meaning? Why did a good silver coin suddenly turn into a rose with thorns? I couldn't figure it out.

At the same time, something happened to the red "hairy" ghost dozens of miles away.

Just as I was waking up from my dream, maybe earlier, maybe a little later, the whole village was woken up by the cry of the red-haired ghost. Its mournful cry sent everyone to their bones. The terrible voice came from his former home.

Everyone got up one after another, and they made an appointment together and hurried to the direction where the voice came.

By the time Xuanpo and a few others arrived, there were already many people gathered outside the house, but no one dared to enter the door.

Xuan Po grabbed a person and asked, "What's wrong with the red 'hairy' ghost?" ”

The man shook his head and said, "I've just come too, so I don't know anything." The red "hairy" ghost screams so much, is it that the evil "sex" is about to relapse? Don't go in, in case you get eaten by it just after you get in. ”

Another interjected, "Impossible." It screamed so miserably, it didn't look like a relapse of evil sex, but like it had been burned by something. The miserable screams kept coming from the house, and the volume was no less than that of rolling and crying that night.

Xuan Po called a few strong men on the spot and ordered, "Let's rush in together to see what is going on." If it's just an ordinary shout, if it is a recurrence of its evil nature, the whole village will not be able to get rid of it. Several of the people who were called nodded in agreement.

Just do it, and each of them will take a wooden stick in their hands as a weapon for defense, and they will all be together

Kicked open the door of the house.

Before they could rush in, the reddened behemoth suddenly rushed out of it and knocked Xuan Po to the ground. When I looked at it, that behemoth was the red "hairy" ghost. To their surprise, there was an extra chain around the neck of the red-haired ghost, and the chain was red, as if it had just been taken out of an iron-striking furnace. The red "hair" on the neck of the red "hair" ghost was curled up by the chain, emitting a scorching smell. It was the red chain that burned and screamed.

"Who is so ruthless? Want to kill the red "hairy" ghost? Xuan Po grinned and scolded, hurriedly pounced, and pressed the red "hairy" ghost to death, in a delusional attempt to tear off the chain around the red "hairy" ghost's neck. When the red "hairy" ghost was angry, he knocked Xuan Po to the ground. The red "hairy" ghost was burned by the chain and went crazy, and saw people beating people and smashing things. No one can stop it.

The Xuan Po, who fell to the ground, sat on the ground as if she were stunned, and did not say a word. The cold moonlight hit Xuan Po's face, and the people around him saw that his expression was strange, as stiff as a wood carving.

A man stabbed Xuanpo with a wooden stick and asked timidly: "Xuanpo, Xuanpo, what's wrong with you?" Are you stupid by it? Only then did Xuan Po regain some consciousness, and he raised his palm, showing his palm to everyone.

The crowd scrutinized his palms and found nothing suspicious.

The man who stabbed him with a wooden stick asked, "What's the matter?" Do you have a scrape on your palm? Or did you just fall down? Seeing that Xuan Po shook his head stiffly, he asked again, "Is it a fracture?" Do you want me to call a doctor? Xuan Po still shook her head with a demented expression.

"I just caught the red-burning chain around the neck of the red-haired ghost." Xuan Po said in a cold tone.

"What's the ...... of catching the chain" The man was suddenly stunned before he finished speaking. Didn't you just see the chain on the neck of the red "hairy" ghost burning red? Isn't it burned red and the "hairy" ghost is "chaotic"? Then why did Xuan's hand catch it without any traces of burns? The person hurriedly "rubbed" and "rubbed" his eyes, and then looked at the palm raised by Xuan Po, and there was nothing else except the lines. All five fingers are fine.

"Are you sure you caught it?" This person couldn't believe it and asked Xuanpo. Xuan's eyes widened wider than his, and she nodded seriously.

"That's weird!" The man muttered to himself, as if to convince himself not to believe the scene in front of him, but he also clearly saw that Xuan Po had caught the chain of the red "hairy" ghost. He suddenly shouted to the onlookers, "Hurry, stop the red 'hairy' ghost!" ”

As soon as his voice fell, a louder voice suddenly came from the room: "No! Let it run! ”