Li Huan stood under the tree and inspected the house in the early morning, although he found no trace of being searched, but the doubts in his heart deepened more and more.

He moved a few large flower pots around the yellow cypress tree slightly, and found that the land here was flat, and there was a layer of fluffy moss on it, as if there had been no human movement for many years.

This is the biggest doubt in my heart, there is obviously a secret passage here, but since everyone inadvertently broke in, this secret passage seems to have disappeared out of thin air. The flower pots that were placed were nothing more than decorations.

His heart moved, he entered the door and took out the bow and arrow, aimed at the root of the yellow cypress tree, pulled it violently, and the bow and arrow "swished" into the soil, but there was no expected "boom" loud noise, the surroundings were quiet, only the bow and arrow did not enter the soil a little, and the expected secret passage could not be seen at all.

Frightened and frightened, he took his bow and arrows, and sat down against the big stone of the yellow cypress tree.

Tired of it, he leaned against the tree and quickly closed his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to have come to a desolate world, he took a few steps forward and found that there was actually a person sitting in the white mist. The man had a white beard and half-closed eyes. He walked over curiously, and suddenly saw the man split in two, and one body actually floated straight out, as if a man and his soul had broken away.

He was shocked and ran over, but saw that this person was so familiar, and it turned out to be himself. But how did your soul escape? He chased after it, trying to catch the soul that was about to escape, but he staggered under his feet, and the shadow disappeared in an instant, and then he looked back at the body, and the body was gone in ashes.

He screamed and woke up.

The water droplets on the leaves of the yellow cypress tree froze on his face, he stood up and looked at the gloomy weather, the ashes in his dream became more and more vivid, and the sense of foreboding in his heart gradually increased, perhaps, he could not stay in this world for long.

He walked into the house, sat in the living room for a while, felt dizzy, and wanted to go to the bedroom to rest.

Turning on the bedroom light, he was about to go to bed when he suddenly saw the wooden comb on the bedside table.

In the past few days, he has an unbearable headache every night, so he often combs it with a wooden comb to rejuvenate the blood in the brain and relieve pain. His hair also fell out badly, and when he left yesterday, he clearly remembered that there was a handful of his combed hair on the bedside table that he didn't have time to throw away.

Now, the handful of hair is gone.

Although it was just a handful of hair, for no reason, a cold sweat broke out.

He stood up suddenly, looked around, and the surroundings were quiet, and the surrounding furnishings showed no signs of being moved. Isn't he too suspicious, he wondered? Could it be that it was just a gust of wind blowing off the handful of hair?

However, the surrounding windows are closed, and even the curtains are tightly drawn, how can there be wind blowing?

Saturday was supposed to be a good day for a lazy night's sleep.

However, Feng Feng couldn't sleep, and he tossed repeatedly since last night until dawn.

When I got up and looked in the mirror, I was unkempt and yellow, as if a leaf was about to fall off the tree. She freshened up, applied a layer of foundation, and applied dry powder to cover it, but the thick dark circles under her eyes couldn't cover it.

When I came to the shop, Cushman & Wakefield, who was on duty, was still sleeping. She knocked on the door, Gao Wei opened the door, sleepy-eyed: "Sister, are you so early?" ”