The more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

In particular, the ghosts around are all looking like they are dying abnormally, and they are not dressed as modern people, and the scene in front of them is undoubtedly the six villages of workers and peasants. This mix and match style puzzled me.

Whether it's a real dream or a fake dream, it's not under my control anyway.

This consciousness in my body was terrified, my heart was beating like a drum, and I could feel that uncomfortable. He didn't know if he was scared stupid or too timid, but despite being scared, he stood trembling in the middle of a group of ghosts.

The ghost in front of him suddenly moved, and the ghost behind followed suit.

It was still a messy pace, and the pace of these ghosts was slower and stiffer than that of ghosts such as Qian Zhong. No matter how slow it is, this is also moving forward.

I can't control my body, the consciousness of my body is still not moving, and I can't do anything about it.

There was a faint pushing force from behind, and it came into contact with something cold and hard.

In an instant, I felt the hairs on my back stand on end, and an electric current rushed from the soles of my feet to my head.

That consciousness was not stupid, and it did not panic when it encountered this situation, but took a step like the other ghosts.

Because of the different causes of death, those ghosts move fast and slow, sometimes rubbing and colliding, shaking a little, just like a sweeping robot, they will shift in direction after the collision and then continue to move forward. This makes "me" not behaving abnormally right now.

The thing that I just bumped into in the back walked past the next second.

His eyes moved, and he immediately turned back in fright.

In the blink of an eye, I could see the thing.

It was a ghost, of course, but the left side of his face was chopped off along with his left shoulder and arm, revealing black and red flesh, internal organs, and broken bones. Walking past me to the right in this way, close at hand, allowed me to see his wounds clearly. I could even tell that one of the lumps of flesh was the heart.

After knowing that the consciousness of the body is not stupid, I am much relieved, although because of him, I can still feel the fear, but in the end, it is not from my intention, this fear is not strong. On the contrary, it was a feeling of nausea, which came from myself.

Those ghosts died miserably, and they looked either bloody or disgusting, which made me a little unbearable.

In addition, "I" deliberately walked slowly, wanting to fall behind, or get out of the team, those ghosts passed by one by one, and from time to time they bumped and wiped without long eyes, which made me even more uncomfortable.

I wasn't a cleanliness person either. can fall into the pile of ghosts like zombies, which is not as cool as watching zombie movies.

I could only try to distract myself, thinking about when the dream would end, whether "I" would be able to leave the team, and who "I" really was.

Anyway, I don't need to control my body, I can rest assured that my mind can wander.

Soon I regretted it.

That "I" was too stiff to dare to move in a big way, and I couldn't do it in a big way. He was completely stiff, his body stiff, his neck stiff. It's just a cold sweat, the wind blows, and I want to shiver because of the cold, but because of the stiffness, only the internal organs are trembling, and the muscles don't react.

He didn't look at the road, he didn't know what was mentioned under his feet, and the impact was not great, but his body fell down in a daze.

The scenery passed quickly.

The instinct of the body is still there, and when I fall, I subconsciously weaken my knees, stretch out my arms, and kneel on the ground in a "" posture.

I felt pain, but it wasn't really painful, so the first thing I noticed was that something was rolling from the back to the front in the space under my chest and under my face.

It was a human head.

The face of the human head is facing up, and the expression is also dull and empty. As far as this face is concerned, it is not at all as terrifying as the ghosts I saw before. The human head is also complete. The broken neck did not turn out, it was blocked by the shadow of the body, and the flesh could not be seen.

But the sudden appearance of the human head was very scary, and the fall just now was really unexpected.

So, as expected, "I" screamed.

The body suddenly became flexible, his hands were on the ground, his waist was straight, and his legs were a little numb because of the heavy knock on his knees, so he sat on the ground with his buttocks.

The screams seemed to echo, but they weren't loud, and they didn't drown out the messy footsteps.

But when the echoes were over, the footsteps were gone

I could feel my eardrums hurt, my lungs hurt, I couldn't breathe, my heart was about to crack.

But compared to the feeling of this body, what made me panic was the disappearing sounds.

All I could hear was my body's heartbeat and breathing.

The footsteps were gone.

The feet in the field of vision stopped moving forward, standing still.

The ghost's original standing was crowded.

The reason why I didn't hit the ghost in the fall just now was because the consciousness was distancing itself from the ghost in front of me, but the ghost behind me wouldn't be distancing itself from my body.

There are two cold things on my back at the moment, and I don't have to look at it, I don't even have to guess, I know it's the legs of some ghost.

There was an extra shadow on his head.

At the same time, the two dead fish moved their eyes to the bottom of their sockets, as if they were looking at "me".

That consciousness was even more frightened, and it couldn't care about anything else, so it was about to run away. He lost his composure just now, turned around directly, and crashed into his vision with two legs.

The running motion stopped. The head slowly tilted up.

The ghost with a big hole in his chest was leaning over slightly, also looking at "me".

Not to mention the consciousness, even if I was mentally prepared, I was scared.

Footsteps sounded around again, but they were uniform.

"I" moved back a few inches in horror, looking left and right.

The ghosts were all staring at me.

Boom!

The sound of uniform footsteps was like the sound of drums, and the ground shook as a result.

Those feet seemed to be on top of my heart.

The ghost stretched out its hand at "me", and hands reached out from all directions, obscuring the vision.

When the fingertips of one hand touched the skin of "me", a chill rushed to the door of the brain, and "me" woke up instantly.

Yes, it was "me" who woke up.

Bang dang!

The loud noise is accompanied by a whirlwind of the sky, and the snow-white ceiling and square ceiling lights come into view.

I don't have a square ceiling light like this in my house. And I used to sleep in the bedroom, and when it was all closed, people were lying in bed. Now, I still can't move, but I can know how this body feels, with something on its back, its calves up, and something like a stick underneath. Presumably chairs.

I can now be sure that I am in a dream, not a dream. Or a dream within a dream, so to speak.

The guy I'm currently possessing just had a ghost dream and is now woken up, the chair is falling backwards, and the person is falling.

My body hurts, but I know this guy is relieved because he came out of a nightmare.

I couldn't get it easy.

Because I still can't move.

I hadn't experienced this before, and not being able to move was a long time ago.

I don't know what the problem is, I just have to wait for this person to do something on his own.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, then took a few deep breaths, whistled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to get up from the ground.

The cocked feet fell, and the muscles in the abdomen tensed.

I think this man's wit is all scared. Now in this position, with your butt still attached to the chair, how difficult is it to sit up like this?

Sure enough, the man tried to get up in a sit-up fashion, resting his knees on the chair board with great difficulty, and reached out and grabbed the chair.

In the process, I looked at the computer screen that was open in front of me. The screen is very large, showing the homepage of a personal social account, and the time and date in the lower right corner is the 7th of this month, 11:45 pm.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking of the days when Director Mao said that the community was collectively haunted.

The man finally sat up.

Directly in front of you is the empty space under the computer desk.

There, huddled a girl.