Xiao Ling paused word by word and said slowly: "What you said is right... What I see is real. I always thought that it was all things that hysterical thought out, and maybe they all exist. So, I need your help."

After saying this, Zhou Kesheng took a deep breath.

"Okay, let's meet and chat."

Zhou Kesheng asked clearly where Xiao Ling’s community was located, and chose a cafe nearby, asking Xiao Ling to book a seat first, and wait for him, and then he arrived.

Xiao Ling asked Song Fengqin for some money and said that he had made an appointment with his friend to have tea.

Although Song Fengqin was worried about Xiao Ling, it was difficult to stop him from meeting his friends. Especially Xiao Ling's situation now made her afraid to stimulate Xiao Ling casually. Fortunately, Xiao Ling's behavior was normal at home for half a day today, which made Song Fengqin much more relieved.

Xiao Ling walked out of the monk, cautious all the way, watching from time to time, fearing that he would see the pale big hand that represents death and terror again.

Fortunately, I didn't find it all the way. After walking out of the community, there was a cafe not far from the community. He and Zhou Kesheng made an appointment to meet here. He entered the cafe, booked a booth, and then sent the booth number to Zhou Kesheng.

Xiao Ling was already hungry and ordered a clay pot rice and some snacks. After he swept away all the clay pot rice and snacks like a wind, twenty minutes had passed, and Zhou Kesheng finally arrived.

Xiao Ling asked the waiter to remove the empty plate on the table, ordered another pot of tea and a fruit plate, and then asked Zhou Kesheng what else to order, but Zhou Kesheng waved his hand and signaled that he would not use it.

After his stomach was filled, Xiao Ling calmed down completely. Looking at Zhou Kesheng, Zhou Kesheng was also looking at him, with an indescribable strangeness on his face.

"Director Zhou, I think you must know a lot of truth. I hope you can tell me, or do you also see what I see?" Xiao Ling asked on his own initiative.

He is in danger of life at any time now, and deep down in his heart, he is indeed full of anxiety.

Zhou Kesheng said slowly: "I said that you were targeted by 'it' and you were doomed. The car accident that day, the people in the car were all killed. Although you survived by luck,... you still couldn't escape this disaster."

Xiao Ling took a deep breath and said, "I didn't believe it before. I thought Dean Zhou, you were exaggerating. But from today's incident, maybe this is true. Although this is so incredible, I chose to believe you, Dean Zhou, you said you can help me, so how should I escape this disaster? Should I invite experts like Taoists or mages, or how to start the altar?"

I thought that my current situation was like being entangled by some unjust ghost. Maybe asking a Taoist priest with real skills to exorcise evil spirits may be effective.

Zhou Kesheng shook his head and said, "You still don't fully understand. What you are talking about is just feudal superstition, not real. The real truth is everything your eyes see now."

Xiao Ling said: "Then...what should I do?"

Zhou Kesheng said: "It's very simple. Find someone and die on your behalf."

Xiao Ling shook slightly, opened her eyes wide, showed a look of surprise, and said, "Did you ask someone to die on my behalf?"

Zhou Kesheng nodded, with no expression on his face, but said slowly: "I am targeted by 'it', there is no other way. There is no power in this world that can fight against 'it'. The prey he targeted by 'it' must be doomed, and the end of the end is death."

"The only thing we can do is... find a way to deceive 'it', find someone to replace you, make 'it' mistakenly think that this person is you, kill this person, and then you will be safe."

Zhou Kesheng's statement made Xiao Ling stunned and it was really hard to accept. He found someone to die on his behalf. Since "it" is so powerful, it is easy to be deceived? How should he deceive?

"Dean, I... I really don't understand how to find someone to die on my behalf? "It's so easy to be deceived?" Xiao Ling didn't understand.

Zhou Kesheng shook his head and said, "It is certainly not easy to deceive 'it', and it is even more impossible to just find an irrelevant person to deceive 'it'. Only by finding someone exactly like you and letting 'it' kill this person exactly like you, only in this way can you survive."

Xiao Ling became more and more mysterious when he heard Zhou Kesheng say it, and thought that he was regarded as a mental illness. Now it seems that he is afraid that this is the President Zhou Kesheng, who is the perfect madman.

Xiao Ling had already begun to not believe Zhou Kesheng's words, and thought it would be a mistake for him to come to him today. At that time, he really thought Zhou Kesheng had any good solutions. Now looking at him, he is just a lunatic.

Although I thought so in my heart, I didn't show it on my face. Xiao Ling just laughed dryly and said, "Let me find someone exactly the same as me? Is there anyone exactly the same as me in this world?"

I thought to myself that even if the plastic surgery technology is developed now, I am afraid I will not be able to reach this level. The most important thing is who is willing to listen to his words to make him look like he is?

Although money can be used to the current society, his family can only be considered a well-off family and does not have enough financial resources to do these things.

Zhou Kesheng paused word by word, stared at Xiao Ling, and suddenly said: "Of course there are... in this world, of course there are people who are exactly the same as you, and there is no difference, and even 'it' cannot be distinguished."

Xiao Ling looked at Zhou Kesheng and had a four-eyed battle. Neither side said anything. The air seemed to solidify. Xiao Ling slowly saw a hint of hidden fanaticism from Zhou Kesheng's eyes. Inexplicably, he felt a little chilled in his heart.

After a while, Xiao Ling withdrew his gaze and said, "Dean, I don't quite understand what you mean. Everyone is unique. How could there be a person in this world who is exactly the same as me? Even twins can only be similar, and it is absolutely impossible to be exactly the same."

In his heart, Zhou Kesheng had been completely defined as a madman, and he did not intend to continue to have this meaningless boring conversation with him.

"Xiao Ling, have you heard of Pisces Jade Pendant?"

Xiao Ling was about to get up, and when he heard this, he paused slightly, stopped, looked up at Zhou Kesheng, and then shook his head.

Pisces jade pendant, what is this? Is it a kind of jewelry?
Chapter completed!