Hearing that Yu Qiushui would wake up tomorrow, Luo Yan finally put his mind at ease, and after some thanks, Dr. Liu was taken down by the egret to rest.

Luo Yan took out the stored value card he got from Liu Hongming, handed it to Zhou Xuebin and said, "You go and see how much money is in this card." ”

Zhou Xuebin agreed and took the card, then turned around and left.

As for how he did it and how to do it, Luo Yan didn't ask.

"Captain Red Ghost, you're tired too, I'll take you to rest." Hongluan walked over, led the way in front, and led Luo Yan to the guest room.

Luo Yan said as he walked: "Miss Hongluan, I have something here, which is locked, and it is a mechanical combination lock. ”

"Can you get me a locksmith?"

Hongluan didn't ask what it was, and nodded directly: "I'll find it for you tomorrow." ”

"Okay."

Coming to the guest room, Luo Yan closed the door and took out Liu Hongming's box.

He had already seen it with the Divine Treasure and confirmed that the small box had an elaborate mechanical structure inside.

There was even a small flint in that mechanic, apparently triggering some kind of ignition that would destroy the contents of the box if the code was wrong.

There were a few things in the box.

There was a palm-sized notepad, a memory card, and a fragment of primordial stone.

I don't know what information is kept in the notepad and memory card, but the fragment of the primordial stone is of great value.

At present, Luo Yan has two in his hand, and if he can open this box, he will have three.

The three primordial stone fragments are versatile, and they are of great value both for personal use and for Bai Yu to strengthen her divine treasure.

Of course, Luo Yan didn't want to destroy the heavens, so he asked Hongluan to find a locksmith.

After putting away the things, Luo Yan sent a message to Bai Li, and slept with his clothes.

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Yu Qiushui had a long dream.

She dreamed that she was back in her childhood, back to that dark and cramped home, and she saw her teenage self holding her newborn brother in her arms, cowering in the shadows of the closet, looking out with frightened eyes.

Outside the closet, her drunken father, unable to get any money from his mother, was kicking the poor woman to the ground and kicking the woman who had given birth to a child for him.

"Slut, what's wrong with me taking some money from you!"

"I just wanted to have some drink, what's wrong."

"If you don't take out the money today, I'll kick you to death."

Yu Qiushui screamed angrily and threw herself at her father, but she was empty.

The picture changes in the dream.

She has left that home, full of childhood shadows, and is instead in a sunny room.

The walls of this room are painted white, and it is frighteningly white.

The smell of disinfectant was in the air.

This is the hospital.

She saw her 19-year-old self standing helplessly in front of the hospital bed, her brother, who had just passed his 9th birthday, lying on the bed with pale lips, his hands were already cold, his chest no longer heaving, and he would no longer shout 'sister sister'.

She saw her gray-haired mother, who was only fifty years old, sitting in the corner, her eyes were empty, like a statue without a soul, and she did not shed a single tear.

Probably, people who are desperate to the extreme, people who are in extreme pain, will not shed tears, right?

Yu Qiushui walked to the hospital bed, looked at his younger brother who died before he had time to grow up in the dream, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his head again.

But when the hand was stretched out, the light and shadow in the field of vision changed, the ward disappeared, and Yu Qiushui came to a luxuriously decorated room.

Goose feathers and snow were falling outside the window, but a fireplace in the house was blazing.

In the warmth of the room, a man screamed as he clutched his crotch.

"Yu Qiushui, you dare to do such a thing to me, I want to kill you! I'll kill you! ”

The man in his early thirties was sweating profusely, his features contorted with fear, and he curled up, paying special attention to and protecting the part of him that he was proud of being a man.

Yu Qiushui saw his twenty-three-year-old self standing in front of the man, carrying a knife in his hand, and blood beads were rolling down on the blade.

She remembered.

That man was the son of a young priest in the dark witches.

I want to use my position and power to get myself.

But as a result, he was abolished by himself.

At this time, the door was slammed open, and a group of people ran in, led by a half-hundred-year-old man who saw the situation in the house and exclaimed.

"Shaotang, how are you!"

The man named Shaotang screamed like a girl who had just been lightened: "Dad, I'm finished, our Chen family is dead!" ”

The old man's expression suddenly turned hideous: "Yu Qiushui, you are looking for death!" ”

Before the words fell, someone screamed outside the door, and even blood beads splashed onto the snow-white walls.

The crowd quickly parted, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the door.

It's a woman.

Less than thirty, his face is cold, he is dressed in black, and the long sword in his hand is dripping blood.

Seeing Yu Qiushui, he smiled like a crescent moon: "Xiao Qiushui, it turns out that you are here, come home with me." ”

The old man shouted angrily: "Du Yue, your student has hurt my son, and she can't go anywhere if she doesn't make it clear!" ”

The sword shines brightly, and the room is brilliant.

One figure after another is falling.

Human heads are flying.

A moment later.

The room was full of corpses, all but the old man and his son.

The corners of the woman's mouth covered in blood rose, and her crescent-like eyes smiled and said, "What did you just say, I didn't hear it clearly, bother you to say it again?" ”

Of course, the last 'Shao Si Ming' didn't dare to put a fart.

So Yu Qiushui followed this woman who was covered in blood all over her body.

That was the former minister of the Xuan Ming Department and half of Yu Qiushui's teacher.

Yu Qiushui wanted to catch up, but as soon as he moved, he fell down suddenly.

She shuddered, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the ceiling of her living room.

The corners of his eyes shone brightly, and Yu Qiushui slowed down before turning his head to look.

Seeing that the window was open, the sun shone in, and in the light, the curtains flickered gently, and a white butterfly flew in, as if lost, and kept circling around.

Eyes shifted, Yu Qiushui saw Hongluan, she moved a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, but at this time she lay on the bed, as if asleep.

Look elsewhere.

Yu Qiushui saw the blue bird holding a spear, sitting on the floor on his knees by the door, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.

In the reception area of the room, the egret and the black butterfly are also asleep next to each other, and there is a wisp of crystal hanging from the corner of the egret's mouth.

Yu Qiushui stretched out his hand, landed on Hongluan's hair, and touched it gently.

She felt the touch of her hair and the temperature on Hongluan's body, and then she was sure that she was not dreaming.

"Am I not dead?"

"It's been a long dream." Yu Qiushui sighed softly.

At this time, Hongluan noticed that something was wrong, and quickly raised his head, and saw Yu Qiushui, who still had no blood on his face, but had woken up.

Yu Qiushui smiled and said softly.

"Good morning."