In the dream, lightning and thunder roared, and the wind was fierce. (Biqu Pavilion)

Zombies come back to life and have nightmares.

In reality, the moonlight is as clear as water, sprinkled on the side of the bed through the window lattice, making Ziwei feel that reality and dreams are two heavens, forming a huge contrast.

Ziwei lay on the bed, I don't know how long, her sweaty clothes were slowly dried by the heat in the quilt.

The clothes were attached to the skin, and the clean-loving crape myrtle still felt uncomfortable, so she got up and put on embroidered shoes, opened the cabinet, found a set of close-fitting silk underwear from it, changed into clean underwear, climbed into bed and continued to lie down.

It took her a while to recover. I touched my chest and comforted myself: it turned out to be just a dream! Unafraid! Sleep a little more.

Tiredness swept over, she couldn't help but hide her small mouth and yawn, her eyelids drooped, and she couldn't lift it heavily, putting aside the disturbing, fragmentary, and miscellaneous thoughts, she turned over and prepared to continue sleeping, and when she turned to her side, facing out of the window, her heart that had just regained her calm jumped wildly without restraint.

Oh, my God! It's not a dream, how can it be real?

Everything just now was not a dream, but real.

Is there a ghost in the house?

It's surprising tonight, and it's not something that doesn't come in and isn't clean.

The hairs stood up in shock, and outside the window, a figure was attached to the window lattice in the shape of large characters, and slowly the figure rotated in the shape of large characters along the direction of the southeast and northwest. The long hair fluttered like the dust of a Taoist priest, and this ghost was pasted outside the window, which was really frightening.

Ziwei's heart was panting in her throat, she had just had a nightmare, she was scared half to death by zombies, her mind was full of zombies, and she couldn't get rid of zombies in her head. Just now she was just deceiving herself and deceiving herself, it's just a dream don't be afraid, in fact, she is so scared that her soul is not possessed, where is there anyone who is not afraid?

Now out of nowhere, a person who is not a person, a ghost or a ghost, runs to scare people by pretending to be a ghost.

The shadow outside the window seemed to hang outside the window, continuing to shake ethereally, and the head was full of hair and dancing wildly, forming a ghost.

"Ghosts, there are ghosts!"

There are ghosts in this world!

People can become ghosts after death, and ghosts are turned into zombies after being practiced by the master of the magic spirit, and the zombie asks for Ziwei's life in a dream, accusing her of saying that she is so vicious and killing him, and also instructs the master of the magic spirit to turn him into a zombie.

So the ghost who was not turned into a zombie by the practice, avenged the unjust ghost, and came to Ziwei for revenge,

"Ah, there are ghosts!"

"Ah, it's not me, don't look for me."

"It's not me, it's not looking for me"

One terrible thought after another alternately appeared, Ziwei couldn't suppress the fear in her heart, and screamed in fear.

I was so shocked that I got into the bed, and covered my head tightly, so that I didn't miss a single gap. The fear of ghosts coming in through the cracks and asking for her life was terrifying.

The green brocade quilt arched a human figure, the quilt shook vigorously, a corner of the quilt shook to the ground, and slipped off Ziwei's body, Ziwei hurriedly reached out to get the quilt, and in a hurry, she glanced out the window with the corner of her eyes in fear.

"Huh"

The ghost was scared away, the ghost was still afraid of people, the moonlight sprinkled softly on the window like water, and the branches dragged the long shadow swaying, casting on the window, like a figure shaking, giving people an illusion!

Where are the ghosts?

Maybe she had a zombie dream just now that made her uneasy, and when she saw the shadows of the trees outside the window, she mistakenly thought there was a ghost!

What the hell is it like to live it?

More and more timid, scared out of the guts.

If they found out, they would definitely find an excuse to laugh at her for being too hypocritical and moaning without illness.

I'm still afraid in my own mansion, that is, I have done too many bad things, and I am afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. This is the retribution of the wicked woman.

Ziwei secretly shouted: Wronged, when have I ever done something bad, I really carried it for others.

At this time, a gust of wind squeezed in through the crack in the door, blowing Ziwei's body cold, groping on the bed casually, looking for the quilt, when I touched nothing, I remembered, the quilt slipped off, I hurriedly turned sideways, picked up the quilt from under the bed, and covered my body. The quilt stopped when it was pulled on my stomach.

Ziwei's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and her mouth was open like walnuts, and she didn't close for a long time.

The door that had been closed was now ajar, and the moonlight peeked in through the half-open door, leaving a crack in the ground.

The black and white in the dormitory are more distinct, the moonlit places are very dazzling, and the places where the moonlight does not shine are even darker, and Ziwei's eyes can't adapt to the black and white contrast in the dormitory for a long time.

Her eyes turned from the dazzling place to the dark place, and she saw a shadow cast by the door, and in the light of the moon, the shadow was stretched long, and he was hidden in the shadows, merging with the night.

A ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night!

Ziwei was startled, and her heart began to beat.

It turned out that it was not a hallucination just now, but that there was really a ghost shadow attached to the window, turning in the direction of southeast, south, west, and northwest, scaring Ziwei, scaring her into hiding in the bed, and taking advantage of her unpreparedness, the evil ghost burrowed into the house.

Ziwei was covered in a quilt, trembling, clasping her hands together, and babbling: "People belong to yang, ghosts belong to yin; Yin and yang are different, and people and ghosts are different. The two can't be under the same roof, even if they are together, in the end, they have to 'go to different paths"'So, you still go where you should go, don't come here to harass me, if you are short of money, tomorrow, I will go to Xiangguo Temple to burn paper money for you to send you, ask the Taoist priest to do things for you, and send you on the road. ”

Ziwei trembled her lips and said for a long time, but there was no sound to respond, her heart was beating a drum, and she didn't know what kind of ghost this was? She has long known from the stories of chatting that there are two types of ghosts, one is: good ghosts. One is the evil spirits.

If it is a good ghost, this ghost will not have evil thoughts, and will secretly help her and protect her through difficulties, then Ziwei has made a wish to send him to the Western Elysium, and the ghost will leave and no longer haunt her.

If it is an evil ghost, it must be here to ask for his life, maybe it is a ghost in a dream, complaining that she killed him with a ruthless heart, and was turned into a zombie by the wizard's practice, and came to Ziwei to collect debts.

About zombies, not only now, she has already accidentally seen Yuan Mei's "Zi Bu Silent" in a book: the soul of man is good and evil, the soul of man is stupid, and the soul dominates the human body, and when the soul leaves the human body, it will become a demon zombie.

Therefore, it is rumored that the Taoist has the method of refining the form of Taiyin, the newly dead corpse is possessed by evil things and evil energy, and the corpse absorbs the yang energy, and the corpse changes through the anger of the person, and when the person dies, the soul is scattered and stagnant, and it becomes a zombie.

I thought of the zombie in my dream, dressed in rotten clothes, with two long tiger teeth, sticking out my rotten lips, wanting to reach her face, a pair of green and black fingernails growing more than an inch long, choking her neck and making her breathless.

The scene of the dream flashed before her eyes repeatedly, sometimes rotten lips, sometimes blackened nails more than an inch long, choking her neck, lying on top of her body and sucking her blood. In the end, she changed and became a zombie.

It's horrible.

It's horrible,

Ziwei's mind was filled with some frightened images, and she felt that her throat was choked and she couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, she saw shadows shaking outside the window, and these shadows slowly turned into zombies again, as if they wanted to break through the window, stood in front of her, and asked her for her life: "I'm so miserable, you killed me, beat me into the eighteenth layer of hell, cursed me never to turn over, I was tortured repeatedly, and you didn't let me go after I died, and you turned me into a zombie, invaded by evil things, and suffered day and night, you are so poisonous!" Accept the fate. ”

Crape myrtle shuddered and was terrified.

Ziwei shouted under the quilt: "Don't! I haven't done it! ”

She hurriedly stated: "It's not me, don't look for me, if the wizard forces you to be a zombie, you are very painful, I will go tomorrow to invite the Taoist priest to the mansion to practice, undo the spell on your body, send you on the road, and let you be buried in peace." Go away, don't scare people in the middle of the night. ”

"People and ghosts have different paths, hurry up and get out of here."

Chapter 247: Pretending to be a Ghost:/

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