Awakened again, I can't remember that this was the first dream I had since I returned from the ancient city of Gumo, everything in the dream was so real, I could see the abandoned carport, the old doors and windows, the hallway with a disgusting smell wafting out, and the dark room. That's right, it's not a place but an area, like the one in the movie "Silent Hill", where there is no breath of life and all around it is the decay of death.

Rusty fences, rusty doors and windows, rusty street stop signs. There was green rust all over my eyes, and I knew it was patina, rust that only the burial goods of the dead in a coffin would have. I don't know why this patina is on the iron objects on the ground, but I do know that there are eyes somewhere in this place, watching me all the time.

On the first day I dreamed, I was still in the Badain Jaran Desert, and I saw a building, the style of the building was a small Western building, a bit similar to a church built by the British, and I should have seen such a building for the first time, but at that time, I felt that everything was just a long-lost encounter.

I pushed open the gate and walked in, there was a courtyard full of abandoned flower beds, walking on the path where fallen leaves and weeds were piled up, feeling the wind blowing as if someone was gently caressing your face, I suddenly shivered inexplicably, my head was turned 90 degrees by a force, and I looked at a house on my left.

The house looks very old, as if it was later flipped, gray bricks and earthy mud blend together on the walls, it looks like a house that has not been renovated yet? And half of this house is covered with green creepers, and the green plants are particularly conspicuous in this autumn cold season, shouldn't they wither? Why is it still the same as in spring? I twisted my neck and didn't feel much discomfort, and made my way to the house.

To be honest, I don't know what time it is, I just stiffened and walked forward. A little light sprinkled on the ground, like moonlight, but like a scorching sun, with a baking temperature. But at this time, I didn't have any ideas, and I could only look at everything around me through a pair of eyes.

Actually, I didn't want to go there at the time, because the house didn't have a door. A house without a door, according to legend, is only inhabited by the dead, because the human soul is a door that does not need to enter and exit, of course, there is also a saying that is a haunted house, only this house has died a lot of people will be completely sealed with dark yellow mud, and then draw a blood-red blood mark on the mud, indicating that a person has died here. As for the mud? I heard that it was the cement formed by the Taoist priest burning a piece of paper into his charm when he added water to mix the cement. It is specially used to seal the evil spirits from entering and exiting yin and yang.

I looked at the mud-filled wall in front of me that was covered with bright red blood marks, and I felt a little uncomfortable, but my body still couldn't help but be controlled because it was a dream. I could only watch myself walk up the steps. Then, standing in front of the doorless house, he jerked open a creeper attached to the wall, and behind the green rash creeper, a bloody human head suddenly appeared.

At this time, I woke up, I looked at my phone, it was still 4 o'clock in the morning, there was no light outside, only the sand and the whining of the wind in the desert like a thousand people chanting. I gasped for air, and my mind was full of the image I had just had, the building. The human head suddenly became familiar. Especially the human head, the facial features slowly emerged in my mind under the penetration of blood.

"Ahh I screamed suddenly. The sound echoed through the tent and didn't echo outside, and everything here was much more pleasant than in front of the scalp-numbing house. But I didn't wake up from a dream, because I saw myself.

"It's me! That person is me. "I don't know what I look like yet, but I'm pretty sure it's the same person I found in the desert ruins. If I am the mirror image of that person, then that person is really me.

I had no choice but to turn on my phone and click on the temple to flee in fear. In this situation where there is no wifi and mobile phone downtime, I can only choose him, maybe I can slowly relieve my emotions under the kind of crazy running that can't stop for a moment.

But this is just the beginning. The next day I was on the flight to Beijing and once again returned to the place in my dream yesterday, this time I was still involuntarily, but the strange thing was that the creeper I opened was not a human head, in fact, it was just a very delicate bronze object, the bronze was divided into two parts, the upper part was a pointer as if it were a compass, but at this time the pointer was still rotating without anyone dialing it. But when I looked at the object below, I was suddenly stunned.

Because it was a person, a bronze villain, his face was covered with a red paper, and the pointer was still rotating against his stomach at this time, although it was bronze, but the ancient craftsmen didn't know what to use, so that the villain's stomach, as if there were really five internal organs, the villain's five internal organs were pressed into a blur.

What a weird picture, some cold sweat slowly overflowed on my head, as if I was constantly crushing a person's chest with a grinding disc. After such a long time, the pointer-like grinding disc is still rotating, and I suddenly thought of what I saw in the Kaili Library, there is a kind of torture instrument called "Hanging Piety" in the Xia Dynasty, which covers the head of the tortured person with a few pieces of white paper, and uses a grinding disc to crush the torturer's chest until the torturer's five internal organs are pressed into blood juice, and the paper covered by the tortured person has long been dyed red, and after dyeing red, there are ministers hanging on the window of the execution ground to warn the criminals.

"Wouldn't it? How could there be such a thing? Is this true or false? I guess it was blown by the wind, right? Or is it a passage with wind blowing all the time? Not really."

"Tick." The sound brought my mind back to reality.

"What sound?" I wondered.

"Tick." There was another sound of water droplets, and then there was a burst of sounds, and the sound became more and more rapid, and I followed the signs of the sound, and actually saw that the red paper on the head of the bronze figure was dripping blood.

At this point, my nerves almost collapsed, but soon I realized that my fear still couldn't control my body, it was a dream, and the next day I did feel that I was dreaming, and it didn't give me any reaction, and the body in my dream just reached into the hole in the wall where the bronze was kept.

As soon as I reached in, I felt a wind blowing. The cold wind was as if someone was blowing on your hand, and I suddenly pulled my hand back, and then I actually removed the wall tiles around the bronze little by little by removing the creepers, and finally got into it in vain.

As I entered, I could see the whole place by the moonlight cast by the broken floor on the second floor, with the tiled walls, the marble floor, and the glazed chandeliers rattling and swaying on the walls with the wind. "What is this place?" Could it be that the broken thing outside is just an illusion? For a moment I was a little dizzy, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, if I came in and saw a ruin, even a ghost. But I suddenly felt that something was wrong, too fake, too incredible.

With a bang, as I struggled not to take a step, something dripped.

I silently looked up and saw that the top of the house was a rotten black plank, and the plank had been broken after many years, as if it would fall at any time, but even so, the spiders had formed a web on it.

"What's that?" I touched my face curiously and spread my palms.

"Blood, it's blood! It's blood dripping from the previous floor. Is there anyone here? Or rather. Suddenly, I seemed to be able to control my body, and I ran to and from where I turned my head without looking at anything, but when I turned around, I was stunned, because the grinding disc hands on the bronze vessel called "Hanging Piety" began to spin wildly, and the bronze man's face seemed to become distorted.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight, but everything in the house was going on eerily.

Looking at everything in front of me, it was as if the ancient criminal law was being carried out truthfully in front of me, "Is it a ghost?" I said to myself. Maybe not! "But soon, the high level of mental fear in the dream woke me up again. (To be continued......)