Dajiang City, inside Lin Yue'er's apartment.

Lin Qian was lying on the rocking chair, her eyes closed tightly, and there was a darkness surrounding her body.

The bride's wedding dress was looming, and a black line appeared between Lin Qian's eyebrows.

"At this critical moment, this little brat was actually affected."

Li Chunfeng looked a little tired, and he looked at the mysterious bride helplessly.

"Troublesome bride, without wisdom is trouble. She just creates a dream, but the ghost prison thing took advantage of her."

Li Chunfeng looked at the book in his hand, his eyes flickering slightly:

"Fortunately, this kid is greedy enough and has eaten enough ghosts. Otherwise, based on this situation, this kid will be in trouble."

Putting down the book in his hand, he shook his head as he looked at the changing Starving Ghost and the Creepy Bride.

"It's not good to eat too much. If you eat too much of this starving thing, it will change its quality."

"This is the time when things are most likely to go wrong. It's not easy to completely change a ghost's killing pattern, let alone a ghost of this level."

Li Chunfeng shook his head, reached out and flicked the black line between Lin Qian's eyebrows, with some surprise in his eyes:

"Is this thing in possession of the second ghost book?"

"No, no, it should be there if it's not there. No wonder I haven't found it after searching for so long. It turns out it was covered up by this thing."

Li Chunfeng stretched out his hand and touched the black line. A cold feeling filled the air, and Li Chunfeng waited quietly.

But after just waiting for a while, Li Chunfeng frowned, his eyes thoughtful, and he turned his head to look at the Cunning Bride with something strange in his eyes.

"Does this guy really think of that boy as his husband?"

"Zizhen, it's strange, it's really strange, the weird bride, who is conscious but not very conscious, actually regards that boy as her husband."

"It's really interesting."

Li Chunfeng removed his hand from the black thread and touched his chin:

"That's all, if you want to save your husband, just go and I won't stop you. I want to see if an incomplete bride can outsmart Jiang Ziya."

Li Chunfeng had some expectation in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride on the balcony disappeared in an instant.

After Li Chunfeng threw a stone into the flowerpot, he clapped his hands:

"In this case, I will look for ghost books first."

The coldness dissipated, Li Chunfeng disappeared, but Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride were still on the rocking chairs, but they were not in reality, but in the deep ghost realm.

This way you can avoid some accidents.

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…

The white walls exude a faint smell of paint, and the lights in the corridor are very bright, reflecting slightly on the walls.

Lin Qian walked over expressionlessly and sniffed slightly. The faint smell of paint made him a little uncomfortable.

"Who am I?"

Lin Qian lightly traced the wall with one finger.

"Oh, I'm Lin Qian, interesting place."

Lin Qian looked at the white ash in his hand, his eyes a little confused:

"This doesn't seem right."

Lin Qian rubbed the ash from his hands and continued walking towards the yard.

His expression was sometimes gloomy, sometimes confused, and his expression changed very quickly.

"I don't seem to be Lin Qian, but that's wrong. I'm not Lin Qian, so who am I?"

Lin Qian scratched his head, unable to remember clearly:

"No, no, no, I can only be Lin Qian, how can I not be Lin Qian?"

"Are you right, Lin Qian?"

Lin Qian looked at his own shadow in confusion, muttering to himself.

The shadow squirmed slightly, and Lin Qian's eyes darkened:

"It seems you think I'm right."

Lin Qian walked out of the aisle, turned two corners and came to the yard.

Green grass, a few peach trees, and a group of people walking on the grass.

Someone was sitting on a chair, staring at the bucket in front of him, occasionally lifting the toy fishing rod in his hand.

Unfortunately, every time I came up, it was empty, and no fish took the bait.

Someone was sitting cross-legged on the grass, with the sun shining on their shoulders, and they were mumbling without knowing what they were talking about.

Lin Qian looked at this scene with thoughtful eyes, but suddenly he became confused again.

"Who am I? Why the hell do I keep forgetting who I am."

Lin Qian scratched her head and walked to the yard, casually sitting on a stone chair.

The courtyard is surrounded by iron fences, and outside is the normal world.

Cars were passing by outside, and occasionally a curious child would lie outside and look inside.

Lin Qian looked at the scene with an expressionless face, his eyes thoughtful.

"I'm supposed to be a psychopath."

"Well, it should be, otherwise why would I be here."

Lin Qian nodded, feeling that this speculation was reasonable.

"Leader, this old slave has finally found you. It was the old slave's inability to do things that allowed the leader to be captured by the righteous way and end up like this."

"It's all the old slave's fault!"

At this time, a gray-haired old man ran over in a hurry and knelt down with a plop.

Then he started to hold Lin Qian's thigh and howl there.

Lin Qian looked down at the old man, blinked, and was a little confused, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. He nodded and said:

"It doesn't matter. When a horse stumbles and a man misses his hand, it's human nature. Guardian Zuo doesn't have to be like this. Please come up quickly."

After saying that, Lin Qian stood up and went to help the old man, but suddenly Lin Qian frowned and used force to break free of his feet from the old man's hand.

"Am I really mentally ill?"

The old man was a little confused, and a touch of numbness flashed away in his eyes, but only for a moment, he returned to normal.

"Thank you, Master, for not caring about the faults of others." The old man fell to the ground, his voice trembling.

Lin Qian's brows furrowed deeper and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Something is wrong.

"Found it, he's here."

At this time, several young nurses and several caregivers came over quickly.

As soon as several caregivers saw the old man, they came up quickly and held him up.

"Master, save me! Save me, I don't want to take medicine, I'm not sick!"

"Leader! Save this old slave!"

The old man kept struggling, asking for help from Lin Qian while struggling.

But there was no way the old man's small body could compare to those of the caregivers, so he was taken away quickly.

Lin Qian looked at the old man expressionlessly, with confusion and hesitation in his eyes.

But in the end, Lin Qian still didn't say a word, and just watched quietly.

Several young nurses just smiled apologetically at Lin Qian, turned around and left without saying anything.

Lin Qian was a little confused about these people. He looked up at the sky and saw the sun setting around two or three in the afternoon.

This sun seems a little weird.

"Isn't Apollo dead? Wasn't he beheaded by Master Li?"

"Huh? Who is Mr. Li, and what is Apollo?"

Lin Qian touched his chin and kept recalling things in his mind, but he calmly discovered that there were no such things in his mind.

"Did I forget something?" Lin Qiandi muttered.

"By the way, my name is Lin Qian, right."

Lin Qian patted his head with a little guilt on his face:
To be continued...