That night, Yu Fan still slept on time, he lay in the small pavilion next to the Mulberry Palace, his eyes cruising with the candlelight beating on the desk, swaying left and right, turning up and down, and after half a moment, he felt sleepy.

In the matter of sleeping, Yu Fan adheres to a principle, that is, there must be light before going to bed. If he goes to bed one afternoon and wakes up at night to find that he can't see his fingers, he will be gloomy and annoyed that he has wasted his time.

He combines his grasp of time with candlelight, one virtual and one real, and deepens his understanding of time in parallel.

At this moment, he listened to the sound of the choking spring outside the window, and imagined that at this moment there should be some leaves mottled over the spring, and then the top of the spring, the side of the leaf was turned over, and the turned side escaped into the water due to excessive tension, and then under the power of the spring, it turned up and down like a boiled fish.

He looked at the bamboo shadow on the screen obliquely, and when his eyes moved to the female ghost king in the red robe, the female ghost's eyes turned in her direction, which made him feel cold, and when he tried to squeeze out a little courage to look again, he found that there was nothing unusual, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

One of his hands is placed on Lingqiao's body, and the other hand is used to deal with the discomfort caused by sleeping, such as dry eyes, stagnant nostrils, cramps in the legs, itchy skin, etc.

Where to sleep, a hundred ghosts walk at night.

A dream opened in Yu Fan's mind like a heavy rain.

The time in the dream seemed to be touchable, to be precise, subconsciously time lingered around Yu Fan in a broken state, making him reach, but he didn't know how much of this fragment could stretch his sleep.

When he was awake, he knew for sure that many dreams were like disproportionate buttons sewn into his armpits, throat, and other places that were very prone to physical discomfort caused by some restraints.

Every time he woke up, with the disappearance of the dream, his loneliness entered his eyes like a refugee with a ray of light, making him look ugly.

In his mind, there were childhood nightmares that had accumulated in his brain for many years, and then surged out through the teasing eyes of the female ghost king.

A monster as tall as himself and with a human head and goose body chased after him with its ass twisted and neck twisted.

And he twisted his ass and threw his arms in a running motion, and he clearly felt the fragments of time slow him down like a counterattacking wind.

So he flicked his arm widely, barely avoiding the monster's attack.

This kind of dream happened a few times later, and once he fell into a deep sleep, he entered this scene like an ugly man who had not yet applied makeup.

In the dream, the old shadows of the cold trees swayed in circles, and when Yu Fan ran, he always felt that he could be rescued by passing through the old woods and entering the village of lights and shadows.

But he always can't run, the quiet is faster than the moving, the moving is full of danger, the quiet is often indifferent, but the reality has never been filled with the sweat of embarrassment.

This sweat seeps from reality to dreams, or from dreams to reality, or in both directions.

But Yu Fan always couldn't solve the meaning of this dream. Over the years, Yu Fan's speed has also increased, and the goose monster chasing behind him has disappeared, but there is always something chasing him.

The stagnant air of the cold night accelerated the evaporation of his sweat, which then clung to his skin and turned into a compact mucus, slowing down his running even more in the most uncomfortable parts of his body.

Several times, he was almost caught by such a ghost, such a monster.

At this moment, in the dream, the old shadow of the tree in his sight disappeared like a broken paper cut after the year.

At the moment, he is in a world of caves and red skies.

There was only one old faded moon and a few scattered, dry cumulonimbus clouds in the world.

The sky curled and crept on the horizon where he couldn't choose it.

Surrounded by mountains, ghosts and beasts, all the scenery is between dynamic and static, like a paper cut trembling in the cold air.

The moon in the sky covered the sky like a puddle of water, dark and gloomy, like a deep well.

There were no monsters chasing him here, and he felt a little relieved at first that he was in this situation, and he didn't need to adjust his speed, just lazily looked around the cold mountain with thin shadows in the distance.

There are dark clouds in the sky that have been stagnant for a long time but there is not half a drop of idle rain, and the moon that fills the sky at the moment.

He watched as a figure appeared on the moon, a robe splashed out like a ball of cinnabar, and then a pair of slender white fingers and faces appeared on the cuffs and neckline of the robe.

The clouds are ethereal, and look at it again, the eyebrows are flying and the stars are pitiful, the pupils are clear, and the lips are flying together, but there is a trace of blood leech attached to the corner of her mouth, as if she has just eaten something fresh, but it is definitely not a mouth ulcer or bleeding gums.

The woman's pair of breasts ran through the color of the moon, and they appeared snow-white and accessible, as if they would bounce with a finger poke.

Her figure is also like a silhouette dragged by some mysterious power, her long legs are like praying mantises, plump and powerful, from the root of the thigh all the way out, with a natural force to exert a seductive posture.

The little ghosts around him are surrounded by fans, each showing a strange look, some happy, some sad, some crazy, some depressed, these ghosts are holding women's robes, and a group of spirits and monsters are like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

The mountains in the distance were a little greener, and the fragments of time flew in an orderly manner.

These fragments seem to have consciousness, this one is a piece of color, that one is a light shadow, softly mixed with Yu Fan's past sorrows and joys to shape the world.

Suddenly, the woman dropped her hand from the moon as if she were dead.

This hand reflects the canopy of the sky, casting a shadow on the heavy mountains in the distance.

Although it was silent in the dream, Yu Fan felt the thump of the hand falling, but he did not raise any dust and sand. Her hands came down from ten thousand feet, and her arms needed to be shaken and closed by thousands of people, and her elbows were epiphany, and they were bright and extinguished in a flash.

There are red tattoos on the jade arms, evil dragons and flying flies, competing to entangle, flying teeth spitting letters, and blood spurting out.

The woman's hand does not seem to be restricted by the elbows and can extend to any corner.

First of all, she moved her index finger and middle finger alternately back and forth on the earth, these two fingers were like jade onions, cutting like willow bones, but all she passed was a roaring landslide, but Yu Fan could only see the tragic situation of the destruction on the earth, but still could not hear the sound.

Immediately after, these two fingers retracted one, and before Yu Fan could tell whether it was his index finger or his middle finger, one of his fingernails picked up a piece of land, and the land rose high with himself.

Yu Fan felt that he was not even one thousandth the size of this woman's fingernails, and he was extremely small.

He didn't think much of it though, as the fragments of time entered his lungs with his tight breathing, and he kept a moment in his chest as he vomited.

At this moment he saw the dragon snake on the woman's arm pass through the cold arm until it swam into the woman's neck, through the neckline of the neck into the breast, and then the last dragon snake against the woman's breast also disappeared.

Yu Fan knew that he was deep in the moon at this moment, and looking at the earth from this perspective, he suddenly felt that he was deep in a deep well. The dark clouds surrounding the sky swarmed like weeds, like an old well that no one cared about.