With Jin Jian's interruption, he no longer wanted to go out to explore the Qian family and the 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 falls asleep quickly now.

Just when he was sleeping soundly, there was a throbbing in his heart.

It was as if I was sleeping on the desk in a high school self-study class, and then the class teacher appeared in front of the desk and leaned over to look at me...

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 his eyes were still closed.

Ghost on the bed!

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

At this time, a voice sounded vaguely next to him:

"Yunsong, what did you take at the end of the Xulong Vein?"

Yun Song felt in a trance.

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

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

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

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

"But I have never been to Xulongmai!"

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

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

There was no sound again. After a long time, the sound came again:

"well!"

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

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

At this time, something secretly bit his toe.

It doesn't hurt.

But the emergence of the feeling allowed him to regain control of his body. He shuddered and found that he could move.

Then he couldn't help but start breathing heavily.

It's just like being freed from the ghost bed before.

Linghu Yun slipped away from his feet.

It was obviously the one who woke up Yunsong just now.

Yun Song sat up from the bed and stretched his hand to the corner of his eyes.

The back of my hand was actually a little moist.

He really cried.

What happened to the sound just now? Is it a hallucination like a ghost pressing on the bed, or is it real?

What was going on with my subconscious answer?

Huge doubts and tension appeared in his mind.

A slight sound of 'tap-tat-tat-tat' appeared at the corner of the bed.

He turned around and saw Linghu Yuan escaping to the corner between the bed and the wall.

It squeezed into the corner of the bed and stood leaning against the wall, with its front paws hanging on its chest and squeezing back with wide eyes.

Just like a little friend being stared at by an aunt in white with a needle.

Weak, pitiful, and helpless!

The clicking sound came from Linghu Yu's mouth, and it was so frightened that its teeth chattered!

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

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

Pretending to be dead again!

This time, the pretending was particularly realistic, and the tail was stiff and straight...

Yunsong stood up and blew up the wind, which then caused a photo to float to the ground.

There was no doubt that there were no pictures on his bedside before he fell asleep.

There is no doubt that the conversation just now was not an illusion, someone did come.

And this person may be the dark figure who rescued the water monkey tonight.

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

The photo is in black and white and has poor quality. The white areas are pale and the black areas are pitch black.

But it should be quite new. It feels smooth on both sides and even smells like ink.

The pale moonlight shines through the half-opened window, illuminating the image above.

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

Nine strangers.

Nine people are lined up in the photo, wearing the same clothes, all black tights.

The postures are also the same, with expressionless faces, legs tightly closed, hands folded on the lower abdomen, and eyes closed!

It was enough for one person to close his eyes, but all nine of them had their eyes closed.

This made him more and more uncomfortable.

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

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

It's not like this.

Some ink was rubbed off.

Nine more completely different faces were revealed.

The face on the far side is clearly his face!

You can't go wrong with this.

It was his own face that he was extremely familiar with!

But this is impossible!

He was in shock and felt something rubbing on his leg.

So he lowered his head subconsciously.

Linghu Yun didn't know when he slipped over.

The little thing stood firmly against the wall, its long mouth like a dog's mouth kept moving upwards.

Yun Song subconsciously raised his head.
Chapter completed!