"Ao—"

The roar of the beast made my eardrums hurt.

My brain nerves were also in pain.

The tearing pain made my consciousness completely clear.

I felt myself flying, my body was rotating constantly, and the scenery I saw was also rotating constantly.

Sky, earth, monsters...

Blood……

So much blood...

My body was striking and my spinning stopped.

I felt something behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a black hole.

It is the entrance and exit of a different space.

The huge snake head with fangs, fish scales, and antlers flew into the black hole and disappeared.

I turned around and saw a snake-like monster lying on the ground. Its body was as slender as a snake, but it had feet. There was a monster under its sharp claws.

I looked closely and noticed that it was not a monster.

It's a ghost.

The ghost's yin energy spread out, forming a strange-looking body, which was pressed under the body by the headless monster.

The monster twisted its long body, and the broken neck was like a river bank that broke into dams, and blood kept gushing out.

The ghost was poured through, making it difficult to see his specific appearance.

The only object I possessed could be this monster.

I slowly fell from the air, trying to see the ghost clearly and see the situation around me.

From a high altitude, this place is a wilderness with no trace of human activities.

There are some claw marks on the grass, which should be left by this monster.

The claw prints extend to the distance.

This ghost, a monster, probably shook all the way. When we arrived here, the monster grabbed the ghost and the ghost cut off its head.

Before I could land and fall to the ground, the severe pain swept through my consciousness again.

My brain hurts so much.

This is a side effect after frequent use.

My whole body fell straight down, my consciousness fell into darkness, and I could only feel pain.

When the pain subsided, I was sweating all over and gasping for a long time, and I felt like I was coming back to life.

I calmed down for a while until the cold wind blew on my body and felt a little chill, and I woke up.

The quilt fell on the ground and the early winter sun shone on the body, and it could not dispel the chill.

I picked up the quilt and saw the prompt light on the phone at the head of the bed.

The alarm clock has already rang.

I rubbed my forehead, got out of bed and changed clothes, washed up, and went out to work.

My appearance attracted the attention of Skinny and the others. Skinny asked me with concern what was wrong, and I could only smile bitterly.

"I've used my ability too much..." I replied, suddenly remembering the content of the dream, "Song Xian, I should be dead..."

I dreamed of Song Xian, and Song Xian must have been dead.

When I think about it this way, I feel sad.

When I arrived at the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, I got a definite answer from Director Mao.

"... I suddenly left last night. It seemed that I had sent my ashes to me during the day. Something happened. The two brothers said that she kept crying and couldn't persuade her. At night, she didn't have dinner and suddenly disappeared. Before the ambulance could be driven to the hospital, she was out of breath." Director Mao said regretfully, "I am old and very happy... I guess she felt it myself, and then she thought of her parents' ashes and wanted to bury them. When people get old, they will feel this way."

Director Mao’s feelings made me feel heavy.

If the ghosts of the Shen family did not make a fuss, and the ghosts in the factory were eliminated, Song Xian's parents might not have passed away in such a grief. Their family of three might have a good ending.

Like a file that Qingye encountered before, the family in the "Storm of the Insects", the old couple.

Have time to accept the death of your closest relatives and have time to say goodbye to your loved ones.

Taking a step back, like my younger junior high school classmate, having the opportunity to fulfill the original agreement and leaving the world without regrets is also a kind of comfort.

However, Song Xian and her parents experienced two sudden separations of life and death.

I sighed and said nothing.

I also told Wu Ling about this.

Song Xian’s death was related to supernatural powers, but it had no direct relationship. As Director Mao said, it was because he was old and had great sorrow and joy that his body could not bear it.

Wu Ling felt the same way. But they still need to do some basic investigations that should be done just in case.

As for what I saw in my dream, they also had to contact Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun to confirm. The monster's head fell on the hands of ordinary people, which always made people feel uncomfortable.

This worry was fulfilled in just a few hours.

The news was not from Wu Ling, but from Chen Yihan.

After Chen Xiaoqiu answered the phone, he kept a slightly surprised expression on his face.

When the phone was over, Chen Xiaoqiu looked at us and whispered: "Liu Zhiguo, Liu Zhijun called the police. The wooden box was opened." Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at me, "There is a head inside the box."

I was stunned, "Head? But what I saw is..."

What I saw was a box from another point in time.

I immediately reacted.

The head in the box may have been replaced.

"Homicide?" asked the thin man nervously.

Chen Xiaoqiu shook his head, "Even a murder case is a case from many years ago. Now the police station has found an expert to test it and identify the age of that head."

Chen Yihan has not yet obtained the appraisal result, so he called Chen Xiaoqiu, which means he told Chen Xiaoqiu in advance to give us a clear idea.

I told Wu Ling about this matter.

If the monster's head is gone, Wu Ling and the others will have to investigate, which will take a little more effort.

Song Xian is dead, I have dreamed of Song Xian once. Logically speaking, it is impossible for me to possess Song Xian again.

Either, a person who has been in contact with Song Xian died, which made me meet Song Xian again in my dream. Or, a person who has been in contact with the beast head died, which allowed me to see the whereabouts of the beast head directly.

Both of these conditions are not easy to achieve.

I think it is impossible to find the beast head again.

If we really want to find it, it is also when we encounter another supernatural incident that unexpectedly appears in it.

When I went home in the evening, after dinner, I saw the news that Chen Xiaoqiu had made in the group.

The police have identified the year of the head. What is surprising is that this head turned out to be a "cultural relic" and the head of the deceased 800 to 1,000 years ago.

The police wanted to investigate this case again, which was to investigate the tomb robbery and cultural relics, not the murder case.

The two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun did not expect that this would be the result.

However, they are not suspects at all.

And I, the person who took the wooden box out of the cabinet compartment, became the most important witness to the whole thing.

I was called to the police station to make a record explaining the source of the wooden box.

The policeman who recorded me showed me the photos.

The box was artificially destroyed and forced to open.

I told me about the condition of the wooden box I saw, and after I finished the record, I left the police station.

In the police station hall, I met Chen Xiaoqiu who was waiting there and went to see Chen Yihan with her.

"How is it?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked directly.

"It's broken. The lock of the box was pried open, and the edge of the box was broken..." I said.

"I know this." Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at Chen Yihan.

She obviously knew it from Chen Yihan.

"The two brothers didn't realize that the box was a thing that had been around for a long time, so they pried open it and wanted to see what was inside." Chen Yihan said, "After discovering it was a head, there was a dispute, and then they decided to call the police. Only you who had contacted the box were you. Song Xian is dead, and you have no motivation to drop the bag. Those two brothers could not get such a head."

"So, it was because my head was dropped a long time ago?" I said.

"It should be that way. However, the police will not follow this line to investigate. You are the only one who sees the monster's head now." Chen Yihan said.

I was stunned.

What Chen Yihan said makes sense.

This matter will probably end up in vain. Song Xian's family has a head of ancestral origin. Although it is a little weird, it has nothing to do with the illegal and criminal acts. Naturally, the police cannot continue to investigate.

As for the whereabouts of the beast's head and where this head came from, it probably depends on the progress of Qingye and his team's investigation.
Chapter completed!