With full of doubts, Zhou An returned to the shop, Zhang Chuxue wrapped herself in the quilt and was still waiting for him to come back, and the paper figures in the front hall were all moved to the corner by her.

Seeing Zhou An come back, Zhang Chuxue let out a sigh, since she returned to the shop, she has been looking at those paper people, she didn't dare to close her eyes and sleep, for fear that as soon as she woke up, she would see a paper figure lying on the side of her bed looking at herself.

When Zhang Chuxue heard Zhou An say that Mrs. Xu was dead, she was full of disbelief.

It's not that she hasn't seen Mrs. Xu, how can a good person be alive during the day and a dead person at night.

"You don't know, but that doesn't mean you don't."

"In our business, it's called a nightmare, and the reason why it happens is that she doesn't know that she's dead, so she behaves like a normal person. If you can come up with evidence to convince her that she is dead, Mrs. Xu will immediately turn into a pool of blood."

Looking at the serious expression on Zhou An's face, although Zhang Chuxue didn't believe it in her heart, she also knew that she definitely didn't know as much as Zhou An in this regard.

"So what's next?" new

Zhang Chuxue asked with a worried face, who knew that what was originally a very simple thing would develop into what it is now.

At this time, Zhou An didn't have a clue, his mind kept echoing the voice of the young man he heard just now, and he always felt as if he had heard this voice somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Zhou An, who had no clue, asked Zhang Chuxue to go to sleep first, as for what to do next, it depends on Xu Ling's state, if you can insist, then you are insisting on persevering, if you can't hold on, then you can only conjure the soul and forcibly take Xu Ling's soul back.

Zhou An, who was lying on the bed, did not feel the slightest sleepiness after closing his eyes, and the voice in his head became louder and clearer.

Suddenly, Zhou An opened his eyes suddenly, he knew where he had heard that voice, but this result made Zhou An a little unbelievable.

The back image he saw in the cemetery was him, and the voice he heard was also him.

Zhou An was puzzled, how could he be entangled with the Xu family, they were originally people from two worlds!

At noon the next day, Zhou An closed the door of the shop, set up a table in the front hall of his house, and prepared to eat hot pot.

"Chu Xue, go and call Angkor over, it's been a long time since I've had a drink with Wu ***."

Zhang Chuxue answered, opened the door and called Angkor over.

"Come, Angkor, sit down."

was a little dazed by the scene in front of him, Angkor didn't know what was wrong, why he suddenly invited him to eat hot pot.

After Angkor sat down, Zhou An began to talk to him about his parents, while Zhang Chuxue stayed by the side, listening to Zhou An's endless bragging.

After the two bottles of liquor were in his stomach, Zhou An looked at the burning flames and suddenly asked, "Angkor, twenty years ago, your vocal cords were injured, right?"

This question stunned Angkor, it was twenty years ago, and Zhou An still remembered it so clearly.

"Yes, you forgot, you saved me that time."

Angkor replied with a smile.

Zhou An nodded, and drank a large glass of wine at the same time.

In the front hall, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down, Zhou An had been looking at the burning flames, as if he was in a trance, and Angkor also seemed to notice something, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and looked at Zhou An calmly, only Zhang Chuxue didn't know why it suddenly became this atmosphere.

"Angkor, stop it."

"I don't know what's going on, but now that I know, I'm sure I'm not going to watch you go on again."

Unexpectedly, Angkor suddenly snorted.

Wrong?

He never thought that he was wrong, it was him Xu Li'an who was wrong!

"Xiao Anzi, don't stop me, I don't want to hurt you."

Zhou An looked directly at Angkor, he didn't understand how Angkor could still be so confident at such a time, did he think he could deal with himself?

As if guessing Zhou An's thoughts, Angkor stood up from his chair expressionlessly.

"Don't you think Mrs. Xu's situation is very similar to yours?"

"You're just a more advanced nightmare than her, and after all these years, it's almost impossible to break your nightmare identity, because the things that prove you're dead don't know where to go."

As he spoke, Angkor reached for his waist behind him.

"Xiao Anzi, it's still the same sentence, don't stop me, I don't want to hurt you."

"Otherwise, as soon as I take out this thing, you will surely die."