I slowly sat up and saw clearly the person standing at the end of the bed.

To my surprise, the one standing there was not a skeleton wrapped in a cloak, but a girl in a gorgeous and exaggerated slutty dress.

The girl has big golden curly hair, blue eyes, and cherry red lips. Although it was not yet dawn, she could see the girl's fair skin as white as snow by relying on the moonlight shot in the ward window.

This is a very beautiful doll.

I always feel like she has a sense of incongruity, and I can't tell where that feeling comes from.

"What are you looking at? I'll dig off your eyes after looking!" The girl stared at her big eyes, put her hands on her hips, and threatened fiercely.

I feel even more weird.

Suddenly, a yin energy emerged from the girl's body, and the whispering sound also echoed in the ward.

"I want to see Mistelle. Can you represent it with all your power?" I asked. I felt tired and breathless after saying this.

The girl snorted, "I am Mister."

What the hell?

Could it be that Kazanna's demon was infected by something strange in the second dimension?

I instinctively thought of this possibility.

What a sissy, a paper man, a wife, etc.

The girl opposite seemed to see through my thoughts and suddenly became furious. A huge sickle appeared in her hand. With a wave of her hand, the sickle was placed on my neck.

I could feel the coldness and chill that came from the sickle, but I was not afraid, but instead reached out to hold the hilt of the sickle.

The other party's face changed and he stopped suddenly.

My ability has been poured into the sickle, and the sickle disappeared instantly. What surprised me was that the girl on the opposite side seemed to have been severely injured, and her image suddenly changed, from a little luoli in an exaggerated manner to a skeleton.

While the skin and muscles on her body were rotten and fell down one by one, the gorgeous skirt on her body also became broken, turning into a black cloak, wrapping the skeleton.

Her figure has also been raised a lot, and she is two meters tall at once, with a cloak flying, and her figure looks much more powerful.

The yin energy disappeared, replaced by a gloomy and decayed aura.

A bright green light appeared in the hollow eye sockets, like ghost fire. And there were also dark blue flames appearing around it.

The whispers became loud and emerged from the skeleton's cloak.

The cloak was undulating, and from time to time, pale faces emerged and were pulled back.

The skeleton laughed strangely, "My power! Hehehehehehehehe!"

I was shocked and suddenly realized that my previous guess was not wrong. This thing is a spirit. Since it is a spirit, it will change as people's consciousness changes.

My ability is to reverse time, not to reverse everyone's thoughts, but to change the shape of some things.

Mingsit has temporarily returned to its original appearance, but as long as people's consciousness remains unchanged, it will sooner or later become that ghost again.

The skeleton seemed to know this, but did not ask for help from me. Instead, he raised his hand and a broken sickle appeared in the bone claws. It did not attack me anymore. It waved the sickle, drew a circle in front of it, and its figure disappeared.

This thing was in a hurry and I didn't have time to talk to it.

I didn't ask what I wanted to ask, but I helped it in vain.

I leaned on the pillow behind me and lay back.

Think about it carefully, so what if I ask about the doubts in my heart?

Can I save the world?

The scene of the death of the four Qingyes appeared in front of me again.

I closed my eyes and turned over to calm myself down.

But just that, I can't get rid of those memories, nor can I calmly accept the things that happened.

I opened my eyes again and saw the extra insulation buckets on the bedside table.

I was stunned.

Holding up, I touched the insulation bucket.

Of course the outer wall of the insulation bucket is cold, but I seem to feel the warmth inside.

Who has been here...

I immediately noticed the note pressing under the insulation bucket.

"Brother, remember to eat something when you wake up. I'll go back first. I'll see you tomorrow."

There is no signature, but looking at the title and the handwriting, I know it was sent by my sister.

My eyes became hot and my heart was so sore.

It was sent by my sister.

She still came to see me.

I just don’t know if the skinny guys told my sister what happened to me.

Probably not...

I opened the insulation bucket and steamed it on the surface. It contained ordinary pork ribs porridge, but I could taste the familiar taste. It was made by my mother.

Do they all know?

I was a little frightened and very uneasy.

I am afraid that this kind of warmth in a family will be broken soon.

Although I made various preparations before, even giving up on myself and letting myself go, after feeling this warmth, I was afraid of losing it.

What do I do?

Should I hide it?

Pretend that you have not changed, pretend that you are still the Lynch they know, pretending to be in front of them?

I don't know if I can do it well.

Or, I can be sure that I can't do it well.

Just after listening to Chen Xiaoqiu's words, I knew that he was a completely different person from me.

Smart people can pretend to be fools, but it is too difficult for fools to pretend to be smart people.

The originally delicious porridge is now in your mouth and becomes hard to swallow.

When I came to my senses from these thoughts, a nurse came to check the rounds.

It was not Li Wangxi or her colleague, but a completely unfamiliar nurse came in.

She was startled by me, "Why didn't you sleep? I was hungry in the middle of the night?" As she said that, she turned on the light.

The porridge was already cold at some point.

The nurse didn't pay much attention to this, and wrote something on the list hanging on the hospital bed, asking me casually how I feel now.

"Fortunately, the wound still hurts a little." I answered absent-mindedly.

"Well. It will take some time to go to bed early after eating and have more rest." The nurse put away her pen and was about to walk out.

"I would like to ask, where is the nurse on duty before?" I asked.

The nurse stopped, "They have something to do, they have changed shifts."

I saw that her expression was a little weird, but I couldn't figure out whether this weirdness was due to memory changes or something else.

I cannot be sure how much time in dreams overlaps with reality.

I pretended to be careless and asked, "It was noisy outside before, and it seemed that there was a security guard coming in. Is there something going on?"

The nurse looked at me and said, "It's okay. It's just a little accident. You can rest early."

It seems that I can't ask anything.

I wanted to give up, but when I looked down, I saw the insulation bucket in my hand, I called the nurse again.

"I heard them talking. Did the patient's family beat him? They are all from the same ward area. If I know, I have a clear idea."

The nurse looked back at me and hesitated a little.

"Can I complain?" I changed my statement, "Actually, I just want to know what happened. This makes people too uneasy. If it is related to ghosts..."

The nurse's face changed.

She seemed to be not afraid of the complaint, but she was just a little hesitant, but when she heard the "ghost", her face changed significantly.
Chapter completed!