The green bricks under your feet convey a solid touch.

Li Changan knew that he was trapped.

The frost moon shines on the long street like a hook.

A thin night mist spread over the sparkling waves, and the wind carried the damp cold and water into the clothes.

Li Changan scooped up his cuffs and smoothed the goose skin on his forearm.

What you see, what you hear, what you hear, what you feel, everything is so real, everything is too bad, and it certainly shows that the most dangerous conditions you had imagined before you fell asleep have become a reality.

He fell into a nightmare's mare.

But the thirty-seven members of the Jin family have obviously been rescued, what is wrong? Whose dream is this? Why didn't Feng Chong respond? In advance, is it still useful to arrange just in case?

"Wow. ”

A sudden cry pierced the night.

Li Changan's expression moved, and he hid in a hidden dark place on the side of the street, and cautiously approached it. He can't be careless, who knows what awaits him in this dream?

It was a narrow alleyway.

The cornices on both sides obscured the moonlight, plunging most of the alley into darkness, and the inside was deep and unreal, like a bottomless pit.

A baby lies at the junction of light and darkness at the "mouth of the hole", most of his body sinks into the darkness, only his soft belly and wrinkled little face are exposed to the moonlight, and he cries one after another, and the sound is touching.

Who is so cruel to the children?

The Taoist priest was just about to take a step.

Wrong!

A stirring suddenly occurred in my heart.

Li Chang'an, this is a dream! A dream prepared for you by the monster!

"Don't go over. ”

A suppressed snort in his ears.

A hand abruptly rested on Li Changan's shoulder.

......

Draw your sword, turn around, and tease diagonally.

Quietly, the killing machine burst out.

However, the man who suddenly appeared behind him was already like a ball of cotton wool, and he retreated three steps away, undamaged, and the big thorn stood in the street light.

The Taoist priest did not pursue, but just looked at it with a horizontal sword.

But she is a girl, tall and tall, with a slender waist and vigorous limbs, wearing a red and white power suit, with a short sword, dressed as a charlatan. Take a closer look, the face is thin, the contours are distinct, the red phoenix eyes, the long eyebrows, a face is not very beautiful, but the eyebrows and eyes with the outline are unbridled and sharp.

I had obviously never seen this face, but Li Changan felt quite familiar.

For no reason, I remembered someone.

Yu Mei?

Hush!

The girl raised her finger to her lips and made a silent motion, then she didn't care about the long sword in the Taoist priest's hand, leaned back lightly, pointed to the baby in the alley, and motioned Li Changan to follow her to a more hidden place.

The Taoist priest didn't know why, so he simply complied.

......

Maybe it's been a long time since anyone came.

In the alley of the black hole, the baby's cry was rapid and weak.

Not for a while.

There was no more sound.

The girl raised her hand and signaled Li Changan to wait patiently, of course Li Changan was very patient, regardless of the baby crying to death, it was just a dream.

After about three or four breaths, the dead baby suddenly trembled, and actually floated out of thin air.

At this time, the moon is getting brighter.

The light in the alleyway pushed a little deeper, gradually reflecting the baby's withered hair, short limbs, and the thick brown strips of flesh that led from the tail vertebrae into the dark depths.

As if startled by the sudden light, the strip of flesh trembled, and the baby shrank into the darkness.

Immediately followed.

In the depths of the alley, there was a strange and large silhouette that swayed slightly, accompanied by the sound of a rope, as if something lurking in the shadows was gradually leaving.

A moment later.

The moonlight is shining.

The alley was gradually visible, but it was empty, except for the moss-covered scratches on the walls.

"That's Aunt Wang, who sells steamed cakes, and after the demon transformation, she likes to use her tongue to pretend to be a baby to deceive people. ”

After listening to the wall for a while, the girl turned her head to look at Li Changan.

"You frizzy Taoist, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night and come out to hang out?

The Taoist priest was trained to be confused. This dream is weird, not like a dream, but like a nightmare.

"Lord Yu......"

"My lord, Taoist priest, you have recognized the wrong person. The girl quickly interrupted Li Changan's words, "I'm not an adult." ”

"You are?"

The girl laughed when she heard this, straightened her chest, crossed her waist, and laughed two lumps of collagen on her originally thin face, as if she had changed from handsome to Erha.

Ha full of gas:

"Woman!"

Li Changan: "......"

Well, this product is definitely not Yu Mei, at least not Yu Mei in Li Changan's impression.

The Taoist priest wanted to say something more, but the woman suddenly raised her head and listened attentively to the movement in the wind.

"It seems that there is an accident over there again, I have to go and take a look, but this frizzy Taoist ......"

She was babbling and disgusted.

"It's not a way to stay outside, you have to find a normal family to avoid first. ”

His eyes fell on the shops along the street opposite.

............

"Remember, don't light the lamp. ”

This is the woman's repeated reminder before leaving.

Then, as if she appeared suddenly, she disappeared suddenly, leaving the suspicious Li Changan to the people in the shop.

This family has only one mother and son, the husband's surname is Shu, and the mother's surname is Mao, and they opened a breakfast shop to make a living.

The family was very hospitable, and did not mind the sudden visit of the Taoist priest late at night, but diligently arranged beds and bedding for the Taoist priest, and offered washing wooden basins, handkerchiefs, and water.

Merely.

It was all done in total darkness.

All the doors and windows of the house were tightly sealed, and there was no light in the house, and there was hardly a trace of light. Li Changan groped his way to the table and sat down, and everything that happened in the room was obtained from the question and answer.

It really makes people suspect that this family is blind, but how can a blind man run a shop, and - Li Changan sniffed slightly, and smelled a strong smell at the end of his nose - how can such a foul smell attract diners? Could it be that what is sold is durian mixed with stinky tofu?

Isn't it time to sacrifice Chong Long Jade to identify whether there is a demon hidden in this stench...... Li Changan secretly screamed that it was not good, he was more and more affected by this dream, and he even took the logic of the dream more seriously.

At this moment, the child was given an unlit oil lamp, and the mother served some food.

"There is no wine and meat prepared at home, only a few brutes and some beans, if the Taoist chief is hungry, he might as well eat some. It was late at night, and my mother and son quit first. ”

The footsteps faded away.

Li Changan remained silent, groping for food on the table.

The head was round and stiff to the touch, and the beans were wrapped in a slimy, iron-smelling liquid like phalanges soaked in blood.

Is it really eating? Or is it something else?

Li Chang'an thought about it, but the repeated sentence of the heroine before leaving, "Remember, don't light the lamp" sounded in his head.

Don't light up?

In the previous thirty-seven dreams, Li Changan could almost change everything with his imagination, but in this dream, his senses became real and his restrictions were greater. It took him a lot of effort to conjure up a small box of matches.

Scratch and light the oil lamp.

The light slowly spread, enveloping this square inch.

It also reflects the cold and stiff heads on the table and the sticky (harmonious) beans cooked thickly.

Two slight, moist, foul-smelling snorts hit the eyelids.

Li Changan raised his head.

In the dim firelight, the faces of the mother and son were directly directed at themselves.