I was really scared.

It's not that the group of ghosts around is terrifying, compared to the ghosts I've seen before, these around me are no different from normal people except for their expressions.

But I was standing on the balcony with a good stand, and suddenly I was in the middle of a group of ghosts, and this change of scenery caught people off guard, and I was shocked all of a sudden.

After a few seconds, I calmed down, and it was at this time that the ghost in front moved, and the ghost behind followed, and Yuguan entered the community.

Qian Zhong was also among them, and as soon as he followed like this, I separated from him and saw his back. Turning to him, I found that Qian Zhong's expression was different from what I saw in the bedroom, and now he was dumbfounded.

The footsteps of those ghosts walking were very loud and chaotic, and although a group of ghosts did not speak, because of the footsteps, they were still very noisy in this night.

I remembered that this was the footsteps I heard when I met the devil's eyes.

I couldn't help but float forward.

Qian Zhong's position is quite high, and my range of action can reach the front of the team, but there, I don't see any ghosts, and the leading ghosts are very ordinary and unfamiliar, so I only glanced at them twice, and then turned to the end of the team. But because of Qian Zhong's location, my range of action could not include the end of the team, and after floating to the heights, I didn't find the ghost's figure.

I was looking for the ghost, but when I saw the number of people in the team, I was taken aback.

There are fifty or sixty people here, but if you change the number, of course, it's nothing, and it's just the number of people in a class in high school and college, but if you change to a ghost, it's a bit scary.

Fifty or sixty ghosts gathered at once, but I didn't feel the yin qi, and when I made another distinction, I found that the six villages of workers and peasants were shrouded in yin qi, which made me feel nothing.

I was worried, and when the team passed through Building 6, I couldn't wait to stretch my neck and fly as high as I could, but I didn't see anyone on the 6th floor. I couldn't help but be disappointed.

Isn't Ye Qing here? Or was he unable to come out?

As they marched, the number of people in the group decreased, and the ghosts scattered, returning to their homes.

I also saw Chen Yaqin among them, and I wanted to follow along, but because of the scope of action, I could only watch Chen Yaqin go away.

Qian Zhong entered the residential building, went up the stairs, passed through the door, and walked all the way into the bedroom.

When I saw this, the dream came to an abrupt end. When I woke up, I realized that the dream was very short, and it was still dawn.

Although it was short-lived, I didn't gain nothing. At least I know that there are fifty or sixty ghosts in the six villages of workers and peasants, think about it......

I shuddered.

Qian Zhong didn't hurt people's hearts, maybe he just went to wait for Director Zhou. Chen Yaqin is going to wait for the rabbit, waiting for the lost property to be sent to the door. What about the other ghosts? Why did they return to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants?

Something suddenly occurred to me.

Qian Lan said that Director Zhou said that he had seen Qian Zhong before the cerebral infarction, and said that Qian Zhong had come to pick her up. But Qian Zhong was clearly after Director Zhou's cerebral infarction, and he followed the army into the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants. What's going on here?

I thought about it too much.

I couldn't go to the office to ask Ye Qing, which made me a little confused.

Usually, even if Ye Qing doesn't answer my questions, I talk to him, and my mood can be much more relaxed, and I don't have to worry too much.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but sigh and rolled over in bed, ready for a normal night's sleep.

That's what I expected, but I didn't expect that this time I took a while to fall asleep, but I still fell into the dream.

It's the first time I've had two dreams in one night.

Especially this time, as soon as I fell asleep, I found myself standing in the ghost pile again, and I couldn't help but feel terrified.

This time, the ghosts around are no longer so "kind".

There were two ghosts standing in front of me, one with the tip of a knife coming out of his back, and dried blood spreading down from the wound, leaving a dark red mark, and the other with a broken neck, his whole head lying across his shoulder, and the same terrible blood on his clothes. The clothes of these two ghosts are also different from those of today, but they look like people in costume films, wearing short and strong suits, with their hair in a bun, just from the back, they are two people pretending to be dead in the movie.

In front of them, there were several heads.

Because of the crowded standing, I couldn't see what the ghost in front of me looked like, but the head with the bun tied was the same.

The two ghosts in front of him suddenly moved sideways to the left. I didn't react for a moment, and it wasn't until I saw other ghosts in my right field of vision that I realized that it was my eyeball moving to the right.

It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of uncontrolled vision. I wanted to move, get out of this ghost possessed, and see who this ghost was by the way, but I didn't expect that I had such a consciousness, but I couldn't feel my body at all.

It was as if I had returned to the pre-liberation period, and in my dreams I had lost the right to move freely within a certain range, or my strength.

It made me panic.

The ghost's eyes moved again, and he turned to the left.

I could feel his heartbeat at the moment, very fast, and I could feel his breathing, almost none, probably holding his breath, and his slightly swaying body, and even the beads of sweat that slipped from his body.

It feels a little weird.

At first, when I couldn't control my dreams and could only be a bystander, I could feel the emotions of the possessed ghosts, and I knew what subtle physical reactions they had, but it was not so clear and real. To put it simply, I knew at that time that these emotions, these reactions, were not mine, and this body was not mine. But for a moment, I felt like the sweat was slipping down my own skin.

It's like a consciousness has invaded my body and taken control of it. I still exist, I can feel it, but I can't control my body freely.

Goo!

He swallowed, moving cautiously.

My mouth felt dry, my throat felt like someone was choking, my chest was being pressed down, my heart was struggling to resist, jumping out of my chest, out of the grip of that hand.

I should be scared right now.

Of course, it's not the same as the fear of that consciousness. He was frightened by the ghosts around him. The ghosts were all very miserable, except for the two beheaded and stabbed in front of them, the one on the right who was drowned, all of them were swelled and unrecognizable, and their skin was slippery, like a toad, and on the left there was a head that had been cut off, and the eyeballs were hanging outside the sockets, and the brain was exposed, and there were red and white things attached to the ears.

Horror films are not so bloody and real, not to mention that horror films will not stay in a bloody scene for too long, giving the audience a chance to observe carefully.

The sweat on the body was flowing more and more, and it was already soaking the clothes.

When the night breeze blows, it is cold, but it is not as cold as the heart.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me.

Could I be dreaming? Not that dreaming ability, but ordinary dreaming.

I don't dream a lot on weekdays, and I don't have nightmares very often. The things I dreamed about in the past were very trivial and daily, such as getting up in the morning to go to school, and then the alarm went off, and I found that it was just a dream or writing a report in the office, and my fingers clicked on the keyboard a few times, and the full text of the report was completed, and it was handed over to the leader, and then the alarm went off, and I found that I was dreaming just now......

I haven't had nightmares before, but maybe it's now?

It's just that...... When I dream, I can still have so much mental activity to analyze that I am dreaming?

This experience has never been experienced before.