With the interruption of Jin Jian, he lost the intention of going out to investigate the situation in Qian family and town, so he simply put down the mosquito net and fell asleep.

I don’t know if it’s because of his physical weakness, but he is asleep very quickly now.

Just as he was sleeping soundly, his heart thrilled.

It was as if he was sleeping on the table during high school self-study class, and then the head teacher appeared at the desk and leaned over to look at him...

He shuddered and opened his eyes.

But he didn't seem to open his eyes.

He felt that he saw the scene in front of him and the head of the bed, but he vaguely felt that he was still closing his eyes.

Ghostly pressing the bed!

He hurriedly recited the Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, and then suddenly remembered that he was a Taoist priest now.

At this time, a voice sounded faintly beside him:

"Yunsong, what did you take away at the end of the dragon vein in the ruins?"

Yun Song's mind was in a daze.

He subconsciously answered the question: "I didn't take it, I didn't take anything - no, I haven't been to the Xulong Vein!"

"No, you went, you took something. Think about it carefully and tell me, what did you take?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"This thing is very important. You must remember whether it can save your life and whether it can save my life depends on this thing."

"But I have never been to the Dragon Vein of Ruins!"

"You have been there, something wrong with your memory, you have forgotten a lot of things, but you don't know what you have forgotten now."

"I have no problem with my memory! I even remember that the first teacher in my computer was Aso!"

No sound sounded again, and after a long time, the sound came back:

"well!"

A long sigh, a long sigh full of sorrow and hardship.

Yun Song didn't know what experience the person who made this sound had. Anyway, after hearing this sigh, he felt inexplicably sad, and he had the urge to cry.

At this time something secretly bit his toes.

It doesn't hurt.

But the appearance of the feeling made him regain control of his body, and he trembled violently and found that he could move.

Then he couldn't help but start to breathe heavily.

Just like before, it was freed from the ghost bed.

Linghu Xiang slipped away from his feet.

It was obviously it woke Yunsong up just now.

Yunsong sat up from the bed and reached out to the corner of his eyes.

The back of the hand was actually a little wet.

He really cried.

What happened to the sound just now? Is it a ghost-like illusion or is it true?

What happened to my subconscious answer?

A huge doubt and tension appeared in his heart.

A slight "tick" sound appeared at the corner of the bed.

He turned his head and saw Linghu's escape to the corner between the bed and the wall.

It squeezed at the corner of the bed and stood against the wall, with its front paws hanging down on its chest, widening its eyes and squeezing back.

It's like a little friend who is targeted by an aunt in white holding a needle.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless!

The clatter sound came from Linghu Xiang's mouth, and it was frightened to fight with teeth!

Yun Song's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Is there anyone really here?"

Linghu rolled his eyes, stretched his legs and stared at him and stuck out his tongue.

Pretend to be dead again!

This time, the dress was particularly realistic, and the tail was straight...

Yunsong stood up and brought the wind up, and then a photo of it blew to the ground.

There is no doubt that there was no picture on the head of the bed before he fell asleep.

There is no doubt that the conversation just now was not an illusion, and someone was indeed coming.

And this person may be the black shadow who rescued the water monkey tonight.

He picked up the photo and went to the window to see it in the moonlight.

The photos are black and white, with poor texture, white places are pale and black places are black.

But it should be quite new, and it touches both sides smoothly and even has the smell of ink.

The pale moonlight shone through the half-open window, illuminating the image above.

There was a row of people above, and Yunsong counted nine people.

Nine strangers.

The nine people lined up in the photo, and their clothes were the same, all of them were black tights.

The posture is the same, they all have a expressionless and stern face, their legs are closed, their hands are crossed and their eyes are closed!

It would be fine if one person had his eyes closed, but nine people had their eyes closed.

This made him feel more uncomfortable the more he looked.

The nine people's faces were not very clear, so he rubbed them with his fingers.

As a result, the faces of everyone changed in this photo, and he thought he was blurred.

Not so.

Some ink was rubbed off.

Nine completely different faces were revealed.

The face on the edge is his face!

This will not go wrong.

It's his face that he is extremely familiar with!

But this is impossible!

He was shocked, and something was rubbing on his legs.

So he subconsciously lowered his head.

Linghu Xi slipped over at some point.

The little thing stood against the wall with great force, and his long mouth like a dog-mouth kept raising it up.

Yun Song looked up subconsciously.
Chapter completed!