The figure was still standing outside the door, like a picture in a frame, frozen there, without answering my words.

I slowly stood up and turned to look at him, but because the light was so dim in the night, I could only see his silhouette and not make out his face.

"Who the hell are you? Did you kill the old woman! I stared at him and yelled again.

"Hmph......" At this time, the figure snorted coldly, and it was considered to be admitted. This cold snort, full of disdain, banter, and high pride.

Seeing him so arrogant, I didn't say a word, but picked up the old woman's shoes on the ground and threw them at him.

In fact, I knew in my heart that shoes could not be used as weapons, and even if I hit him, I couldn't hurt him in the slightest, so I threw my shoes over just to test his bottom line.

But what I didn't expect was that he didn't block or dodge, just stood in place!

When the shoe hit, he disappeared!

Just disappeared out of thin air!

I was astonished, and ran to the door, and looked around, looking for the figure, when I found a long, dim reflection not far in front of the room.

I looked back and saw that the figure was standing on the top of the huge longan tree!

"Your uncle, there is a kind of come down for me!" I was so angry that I threw my head up and yelled at the top of the tree.

The figure ignored me, turned around, jumped behind the dragon's eye tree, and vanished.

I hurried after it, through the base of the longan tree, into the woods, but there was no trace of the figure.

I sighed helplessly, knowing in my heart that it seemed that the person just now was the "he" that the old woman said.

Who could he be?

The first thought that popped into my mind was: Could it be the god of the underworld?

However, I immediately denied this idea, when I was in the dark hole, the god of the underworld had already exploded and died, and it was impossible for him to survive, how could it be him?

So, who will it be?

I can't figure it out......

I still remember the old woman telling me that I should leave this island quickly, otherwise everyone around me will suffer, and "his" ability is limited to this island......

I don't understand, what kind of grudge does that mysterious "he" have with me, why is he targeting me so much?

I have a lot of thoughts in my head, but I can't organize a complete and reasonable thought.

"Whew......" I let out a deep breath and was about to leave here.

But as soon as I turned around......

It actually hit a person in the chest! My intuition tells me that this person is the mysterious "he", the mysterious person!

I was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back, but before I could look up to see what he was looking like, I was shaken, and then I woke up......

Under the raised bed, Yang Weiming was still reading his online novel, Chen Junhui was filling out various application forms for joining the club, and on top of Buou's bookcase, there were a bunch of freshly eaten longan shells and a few strings of uneaten longan, while he was washing clothes outside the balcony......

Only then did I realize that I was still in this dormitory, and I had not gone to the old woman's little dilapidated house at all.

Is it another dream? ……

"Gong Nan, you woke up, I saw you asleep just now, so I didn't bother you, I have a longan on my desk, you can go and eat it yourself, don't be polite to me." Buo pointed to his desk as he scrubbed his underwear and yelled at me.

I took a deep breath, then tossed the novel on my chest to the side, rubbing my face with both hands to sober myself up. I couldn't help but sigh and mutter, "What a bullshit dream......"

I got up from the bed, and as I climbed down, I said to Buo, "Then you're welcome." ”

Bu Ou said: "Anyway, you can really sleep, and you fell asleep so early." ”

I said, "I don't know what the situation is, I just fell asleep while reading the novel." ”

As I spoke, I had already run to Buou's desk and picked up a string of dragon's eyes.

This longan looks very fresh, and there are really green leaves on the branches of the longan.

I glanced at the three of them, and seeing that they were all busy with their own business, and didn't look at me, I quickly bit my finger and drew a charm on the palm of my left hand.

"Taste it, it's sweet, I've never tasted anything so sweet." Buo looked at the bucket in front of him, washed his clothes, and said to me.

I said, "Oh, you're tasting it...... Well, it's nice and sweet! ”

I didn't eat the dragon's eye at all, I just pressed the evil spell in my left palm against the dragon's eye.

However, to my discouragement, this dragon's eye did not react when it came into contact with the evil spell...... It seems to be an ordinary dragon's eye.

"Whew...... What the hell is going on......" I sighed, then peeled off a dragon's eye and ate it.

Anyway, this longan is really sweet...... However, as soon as I remembered the longan that my ghost mother-in-law sold me before, which made me vomit a stomach full of sewage, I immediately felt that this longan was a little disgusting.

I was really bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope......

"What the hell is going on?" Buo heard my sigh and asked me casually.

I hurriedly said, "It's nothing, it's just ...... It's just that I can't figure out some of the plots of the novel I just read......"

I'm afraid not many people will believe my nonsense, but Buu really believes it, he nodded and said, "I'm not interested in novels." Then he went on to wash his clothes. Chen Junhui, on the other hand, has been busy with his club application form and has not listened to our conversation at all.

It was Yang Weiming, as soon as he heard me say a novel, he immediately shrugged his ears, he quickly turned around, glared at me, and said, "What novel, you can tell me, maybe I can help you explain." ”

Later, I learned that this Yang Weiming is a fan of novels, he has read all kinds of novels, all vulgar and elegant, what classical novels, modern novels, what foreign masterpieces and Chinese masterpieces, eight out of ten books he has read. He read more novels than I read from elementary school to high school combined. Recently, he got tired of reading paper books, and even looked at online novels.

"Uh......" I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, so I had to say the name of the novel I had just read.

Then he said "oh" and said, "I read this novel a long time ago!" Then he gushed on and on about the plot of the novel.

As I listened, I smiled bitterly in my heart, it seemed that I was asking for my own hardship......

I just listened to Yang Weiming foaming at the mouth of the novel, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two. He talked for a night, his lips were dry, and he drank several glasses of boiled water before he shut up.

As soon as he shut up, I hurried to bed, lest he go on, for I was already drowsy. It's not that he doesn't speak well, it's just that I despised the innocent moaning novel from the beginning, so I wasn't in the mood to listen to him at all.

When I woke up the next day, I decided to go to the little dilapidated house under the longan tree at Nanting Pier to see if I could find some clues about the mysterious man......