Chapter 205: Help in a dream

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Mr. Shimizu paid a little attention to the content of their conversation with Moqin. After learning the real purpose of our visit and the identity of our party, he did not stop us.
"If you really want to go to Riyue Mountain, please be careful."
Mr. Shimizu took a sip of wine and told, I nodded. He didn't talk anymore, but bowed his head and sulked.
Yang Ming came back, got close to my ears, lowered her voice, and told me that several elders had already prepared their action plans at the hotel. Now we just need to wait for Moqin to read the contents of the diary, and we are almost leaving.
"Just take these things."
Mr. Shimizu waved his hand and motioned, "Just remember to come back when you're done."
Mrs. Shimizu suddenly held her husband's wrist and said excitedly, "Husband ..."
He glanced at his wife, put down the glass, held her back, and comforted him, "Nanako, leave this to me."
She glanced at us again timidly, and finally compromised without arguing with her husband again.
Mo Qin saw Mr. Shimizu say this, his face showed a happy expression, and thanked him, "Thank you."
The time is urgent now, and it is one second to be able to hurry up, and we immediately leave with things.
"Husband, why do you want them to take things away, have you forgotten what your father said?"
He fixedly glanced at his wife and said, "Have you not seen yet? They are psychics! And their partner God is hidden, so they come to us for help."
In Japan, exorcists are called psychics.
Mrs. Shimizu opened her eyes in surprise, and her husband drank again and immersed himself in his memory: "Grandpa told me that Yuri Zan later went to Country Z and married a merchant."
"Did you know that Yuri Sauce is actually the pillar of Riyue Mountain, she was in order to get rid of her own destiny, so she went to another country, away from Riyue Mountain. People. "
Mr. Shimizu watched us go away, he said quietly: "It's time to make a conclusion, we are not psychics, but they are, their partners are implicated, we naturally want to help them."
"Rules or anything, when it comes to human life, there is no effort."
Mrs. Shimizu lowered her head. At last she seemed to want to open it, nodded with a smile, and agreed: "What is it?"
...
When we came to a small downhill, two rented pickup trucks stopped there, and the owner of the house opened the door and let us in.
Moqin gave him the collected information, and then explained the news from the Shimizu couple.
"We went to Riyue Mountain before it was dark, and then we waited there, and I will tell you more about it."
The journey was very long. The truck would have been a lot slower than other motor vehicles. Besides, it was still rented. Mo Yuan was holding a cell phone, listening to songs with headphones, and Mo Qin and Mo Yin leaning on the last car. Close your eyes and rest.
I sat in the rickety carriage, leaning my head on the windowpane, stunned, thinking of the letter from the ghost to myself, I immediately took it out carefully from the mezzanine of the backpack, opened it and read it again.
As if it could give me confidence and strength, the smile on my face attracted Yang Jian's curiosity.
"What are you looking at, so happy."
He glanced at the paper in my hand and grinned. "Xiaohua, don't scare me, stare at a blank paper and smirk there."
I didn't know about it, only the words on the letter were visible to me. I patted his arm with a smile, and said, "I want you to do more!"
Yang Yan laughed, and because of his "nonsense", I was in a better mood. The Mohist heard the laughter and turned to look at us, with a kind and gentle light in his eyes.
For some reason, Yang Yan mentioned that someone far away from the underworld, and he always seemed to have a mysterious obsession with the ghosts.
"What about your man?"
I glanced at him strangely, and responded naturally: "There is business."
Mo Yuan seemed to have heard the conversation between us, and his eyes looked at me at once, and those deep pupils revealed a different kind of light.
"I'll come back to accompany you on business."
What Yang Yan said would be the same as An Ning.
I knew he would speak like me as a friend, but at this moment, when I heard him, the first thing that popped out of my mind was the voice of the old stray man that day.
I hesitated for a while, and asked, "Do you ... do you know that there have been fluctuations in the yin and yang realms? Something big has happened recently."
The Mo family stunned, but did not respond. Mo Yuan took off his headphones and looked at me quietly.
"The soldiers came to block, the water came to cover." His voice was low and steady, giving a sense of security.
But when I said this sentence, I didn't mean to get comfort, but I wanted to know some specific things like this. When the atmosphere in the carriage began to become dignified again, I took my heart back.
Forget it, they don't seem to know what's going on in the near future, and I don't want to increase their troubles and psychological pressure.
When we reached the area where Sun Moon Mountain was located, it was already early, and it was not until the night fell that we reached the place where the mountain collapsed.
There is a ruin in front of us, overgrown with weeds, and the road was blocked by the waist. The time has passed so long. If we didn't know that this was the correct way to Riyue Mountain, many people would think that they had reached a dead end full of ruins.
After we got out of the car, the owner of the Mo family took a flashlight and took a picture of the ruins, and then arranged our team in a very orderly manner.
Yang Zheng was naturally assigned to the An family, and the numbers of the two teams were exactly the same.
The Mo owner took out the tent from the trunk of the truck and set it up.
It's very desolate. We can't stay overnight before we can't reach the village or the store.
"I'll be here tonight. To be on the safe side, we don't take action at night." The voice of the Master Mo was loud and full of momentum.
Yang Zheng was dissatisfied with such a decision. As soon as he wanted to refute, I pulled him and shook his head.
"Listen to Uncle Mo, don't be reckless." I glanced up at the dark piece behind the ruins, and my heart sank. "Did you forget the night in the ancient house?"
Yang Yan clenched his fists. I knew he was desperate to get back the disappeared partners, but the situation did not allow it.
Once something goes wrong, let alone save people, I ca n’t protect myself. I saw that the proposal of the Mo family was not protested by the An family, which means that they had already discussed the countermeasures, and I naturally obeyed them.
In the end, Yang Yan still chose to obey the order, walked to the big rock on one side, sat down with one buttock, full of anxiety.
That night I was in a tent with Moqin Moyin. I received the news of An Ning before going to bed. It seemed that she was avoiding the search of Grandpa An and An Yu. The panic revealed in my tone could be felt across the screen.
She even played with children and asked me if I betrayed her, making me cry and laugh.
I didn't say anything!
The message that An Ning sent me undoubtedly settled my restless heart, and made me find some comfort from these short sentences.
Just as I fell asleep for this comfort, the ruby ​​bracelet on my wrist began to shine.
I stepped into a weird dream.
I stood at the entrance of a shrine, looking at the tall torii behind, and I saw a witch standing with my back to me, standing in the middle of the open space, sweeping the ground.
The leaves were colorful around, the red maple leaves were blowing all over the ground, and the scenery was so clear and beautiful, but I could not see the face of the witch, she just swept the leaves quietly.
Suddenly, she looked at me, and I could only see the part below her nose, and saw that her lips moved, as if to say something to me again, with a smile on her face.
What was she talking about? Was she sending me a message?
When I was fascinated by her gentle smile, two lines of tears flowed from the corner of my eyes and converged to my chin. The deep sadness struck my heart. Even if I was in a dream, this sadness could be turned into a real sharp blade. , Knife to knife in my heart.
In the next second, the beautiful scenery disappeared without a trace. Only the dark night, the fire light slightly illuminated a part of the shrine.
A woman dressed in innocence came out of the room, bowed her head, could not see her expression and appearance, and was surrounded by tightly wrapped people.
The wooden box called the "bandit" was placed under the steps. I stood in place and looked at the scene stunned. When I wanted to take a closer look, the picture was frozen.
Suddenly, the scene in front of me disappeared, and everything that followed was rushing towards me like a beast of flood.
One by one, fragments of pictures rushed into my dream.
The red background was full of fire, and the girl dressed in white was forcibly stuffed into the bandits, and she was struggling inside! Shouting! The bandit gradually sinks to the bottom of the lake, and finally, the black water swallows her up!
She endured the pain of crushing her limbs, and the feeling of suffocation obliterated her last vitality ...
I woke up suddenly, my body was soaked, and the radiant light of the ruby ​​bracelet dimmed. My hand was tightly covering my neck, and the feeling of dizziness caused by hypoxia still exists.
As if the girl who was sunk in the dream was me.
I breathed loudly, and the ink sound around me felt like I was moving. I opened my eyes suddenly and got up and said, "What's wrong, have nightmares?"
Is this a nightmare?
I thought of the witch who was smiling and crying. She said something to me in her mouth, and I couldn't help but imitate her mouth shape.
Mo Qin was also awakened by me, rubbing my eyes out of the quilt and asking, "What happened?"
I quickly grabbed her shoulders and said eagerly, "Moqin, look at my mouth."
She stared at me with sleepy eyes. I demonstrated the mouth shape of the witch and said, "Do you know what is the mouth shape in Japanese?"
Mo Qin thought and repeated it on her mouth. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, grabbed my hand, looked at me in horror, and slowly said, "Save me ..."