What the hell is this place? Looking at everything unfamiliar in front of me, I was at a loss. ◇↓◇↓◇↓◇↓

It stands to reason that the things in the dream should be familiar or at least seen by you, but why are the dreams you have recently so unfamiliar?

Looking around, I suddenly noticed a gray-white object next to the pile of firewood in the corner of the wall, and when I looked closely, it seemed to be a bone.

Is it a dead man? I walked over slowly, and when I got closer, it was a skeleton, I don't know how many years it had been dead, it had been blown away by the wind and rain, and it was about to rot.

Just as I was about to continue to see what was going on, the change in front of me made my jaw drop in shock.

The skeleton was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing into a human form, and soon, the bones were completely gone, and an ancient man with emaciated body and gray hair stood up alive.

I don't know what the magic of the Great Transformation is like, but what has just happened is far more shocking than that. A skeleton, and within a minute, it was a living person under my nose, and although I knew it was just a dream, it still stunned me.

This white-robed man is still dressed relatively normally, but looking at his facial features, he feels a little familiar, why does he look so much like Wuqian? It's not that he looks like him, but that the temperament he brings out is very similar.

I gasped, is it possible that their ghost clan is like this, so this person in front of me is also a ghost clan?

He didn't seem to see me, and when he stood up, he was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "What happened just now?" ”

He bent down, picked up the firewood and walked to the room.

I shifted my gaze, but I was surprised to find that the environment behind me had also changed slightly, the garbage that was full of garbage just now was gone, although the courtyard walls of the house were still so dilapidated. But it's a lot cleaner than before.

And at this time, you can also hear some chaotic sounds in the distance, including the sound of chickens and dogs barking, and the dead silence when it just came out has become full of life at this moment.

I took a deep breath and secretly comforted myself that it was just a dream. Don't take it seriously.

Looking at the quilt around my body, I was a little puzzled, I took out other people's quilts, so what should they do? Well, I'm still taking it too seriously.

But even though it was just a dream, I was very curious, and I immediately stepped forward to go inside to see what was going on.

At this moment, suddenly there was a roar from nowhere. The sound was rough and very intimidating, and then the screams became more and more numerous and more chaotic, as if they were about to arrive here.

I was shocked, what is going on? Could it be that something is going to happen again? Alas! I can't stop dreaming, so why is there always trouble?

The man seemed to have heard something strange just now, and hurriedly ran out of the room. Also holding a strange weapon in his hand, with a fork similar to a three-tipped.

Behind him came an old couple. Full of white hair, wrinkled, and bent at the waist, I don't know what to do to the man.

It's strange that I could clearly hear the man's words just now, but now I can't understand them at all, they seem to be a dialect. A very strange dialect.

Without saying much, the man hurried out of the courtyard gate with his weapon.

The two old men were sent out of the door, squinting and looking at the man's distant back with extremely anxious eyes.

I ran outside, and there were a lot of sturdy villagers on the street. Each of them runs in the same direction with their weapons in hand.

Seeing this scene, I probably guessed that there must be an enemy attacking the village. I don't know if I can help, but I'd better go over and have a look.

Thinking of this, I ran with them, and there were more and more people, but when I came into contact with one of them, my heart was completely cold, not only did they not see me, but I was like air in front of them, and I could not reach it at all.

It should be a good thing, I don't have to fight, and there is no danger, but I feel extremely sad in my heart, and I don't know where this feeling comes from.

I mingled in the crowd, clutching the quilt wrapped around me in my hand and running forward nervously.

This is a typical ancient village, I can't tell which dynasty it is, but it shouldn't be the Qing Dynasty. There are stone walls on both sides, some of them are of the kind of blue brick walls, some of the houses are dilapidated, like the one I just appeared, and some of them are deep mansions, which are not very large.

As the crowd was about to leave the village, they had already seen a fight in the distance, shouting horses, screaming, and cursing.

When I got closer, I found that what seemed to be a group of horse bandits who had broken into the village, riding tall horses and holding machetes, were frantically tearing and killing the villagers.

Looking at the corpses of countless villagers who fell on the ground, the red blood had stained the entire battlefield, obviously, these villagers were not the opponents of the horse bandits, one was that the other party was outnumbered, and the other was that they were all riding horses, and they were well-trained and very strong in combat.

I'm not a hero, but when I see such a horrific massacre, how can I stand by and watch, but I think of people who can't be touched at all, how can I help?

In a panic, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, although I couldn't touch people, but I could touch objects, thinking of this, I tried to pick up the long machete in the hand of a corpse on the ground.

Sure enough, I was overjoyed and hurriedly picked up my machete and joined the fight.

The horse bandits were all surprised when they saw this, probably they could only see a knife, but no one could see, thinking that they had seen a ghost.

Damn, killing people tastes life, how can I let them go, I don't care if I'm wearing clothes or not at the moment, no one can see them anyway. I picked up my long knife and cut off the head of a horse bandit who was about to attack the villagers from behind.

It was just a dream, but the blood still splashed me.

When the horse bandits saw such a strange scene, they all wanted to retreat, but how could I return to the mountains? When these villagers saw the reversal of the battle, they all shouted loudly, wanting to chase after the victory?

At this time, a person's exclamation suddenly came from his ears: "Wow, why hasn't this child gotten up yet?" ”

I opened my eyes violently, and in front of me was Zhu Gui's fat face, brushing his teeth with a mouth full of foam. I stared at him for a long time without saying a word, recalling last night's dream over and over again in my mind, so real, and so weird.

"Dreaming of ghosts?" Zhu Gui asked vaguely with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"It's okay," I waved my hand weakly, "it's just a nightmare." ”

Zhu Gui sighed, brushed his teeth and walked away.

I looked at the light coming in through the window, and was stunned for a long time, this dream is really strange, the reality is gone, there is no clue, there is nothing in it that I am familiar with.

I don't know any of those villagers, that village, the horse bandits, so why do I still have such dreams?

Thinking about the dream of the night before, it seems that these two dreams should not be so simple, and they may not be accidental.

After thinking about it for a long time, my head was too big, so I simply didn't want to. (To be continued.) )