Chapter 54: Dream

It's night.
Winter has passed. It was just when the warmth was still cold, and there was a slight chill in the clear air of the plants and trees, and the chill seemed to be particularly obvious near the water.
The stream of talented rivers flowed quietly. A man in a red suit stood by the river with a red birthmark on his cheek. He tilted his head to pay close attention to the movement around him. With one hand stretched out, his fingers were slightly bent and dropped to his side. He could see clearly the skin-like luster on the moonlight.
Suddenly, several dark shadows rushed around him, and Sun Ding flew up, and quickly engaged with these people in night clothes.
Among the top ten most insidious ghosts in the Valley of Ghosts, they are headed by "Happy Zombies", "Hanging Ghosts", and "Immortal Ghosts". It is not that other evildoers are not powerful, but these people have already taken root in Ghost Valley. It will also attract and suppress people, and has become its own forces.
Sun Ding ’s pair of Rakshasa palms does not say that there are no ancients and no comers. At least for now, the Central Plains Wulin is the only one. The middle one is killed instantly within three steps. A blood-red palm print will be left on the body. Wear it all the way to the back.
Suddenly he was besieged late at night, and he was not panicked, as if he was not scared at all. A pair of poisonous palms were flying around, and after a while, the group of small bugs who saw from him were fleeing and fleeing. Already. Sun Ding didn't chase, just leaned down, picked up a corpse's clothes, and sneered when he saw the ghost face tattooed on the corpse's waist.
After about half an hour, a person appeared from behind him, came over, frowned, leaned over the ghost's face on the body's waist, and asked, "What's going on?"
Sun Ding folded his hands back to his sleeves and gave him a slight glance, saying, "Lao Meng, you are late."
This old Meng was exactly when Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing were deeply trapped in the enemy ’s hole that day, Gu Xiang found a helper for digging the ground. He was still a normal burlap sackcloth. The left foot was a little sloppy, but it wasn't obvious. You can see it carefully. He was plain-faced, and if he was not serious, he looked kind-hearted, and in front of him was covered with a large apron commonly worn by pig-killing butchers—like Wen Kexing said, and changed into a butcher.
Lao Meng took off the mask on the corpse's face, squatted on the ground, pondered for a while, stood up again with a sigh, and shook his head, "It's Xue Fang's person."
As soon as he looked up, he saw that Sun Dingzheng was staring at his big apron with interest, and then explained: "Bring him in the order of Lord Gu, do you have any comments?"
Sun Ding sneered, and said, "Gu Zhu? So a thing that's not stubbornly offspring, is it worth you to put him on a pug-like bustle?"
Lao Meng's face did not change, and after listening only said, "You can say the same in front of him."
Sun Ding seemed to think of something, his eyes twitched, he snorted coldly, and became smarter, no longer tangled in this topic, pointing at the corpse on the ground and saying, "Since this, Lao Meng, you might as well report it to the Lord of the Valley." In order to let him know and know how Xue Fang was so bold, he went out of the valley to violate the rules without saying, but now he was so angry that he wanted to kill me. "
Lao Meng frowned, and said, "I haven't been able to contact Gu recently ..."
Sun Ding said impatiently: "What about Zisha?"
Lao Meng shook his head again and only asked: "In your opinion, is Xue Fang doing this for Liuli Jia?"
When he mentioned the word "liujia", Sun Ding's gaze flickered quickly, and even when he looked elsewhere, his mouth just said: "Xue Fang's heart is so big, I advise you ... also If you are the owner of the valley, it's better to be careful, otherwise ... hum. "
Lao Meng was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "Did Shen Shen kill you?"
Sun Ding paused, raising his eyebrows, prolonged his voice and asked, "Why, are you trying to test me?"
Lao Meng smiled unclearly, stuck out a finger and poked at his chest, lowered his voice, and said, "Brother Sun, we don't speak secretly, Liulijia, who doesn't want to? Said to be a hanged ghost, even the underlying ghosts are eager to move. Even a long-tongue ghost dare to set a trap crypt to fight the fortune teller .... Who gets the glass armor, who is the owner of the wind cliff mountain below "If you don't want to, what do you keep staring at that little Zhang?"
Sun Ding froze, and a while later said, "I want the kid named Zhang to identify Xue Fang!"
Lao Meng just looked at him with a smile, and did not make a judgement. Sun Ding has always hated Lao Meng's smile, only to think that this person laughs in a particularly secretive way, just like his lunatic master Wen Kexing, which makes people indifferent. Explaining what he was thinking, he impatiently said, "What impermanence, what do you mean?"
Lao Meng shook his head and smiled: "This, Brother Sun doesn't have to worry about it. The child whose name is Zhang is now with Gu Zhu. As long as he remembers, he can be identified at any time-Shen Shen is dead, two in Gaojiazhuang A piece of glazed armor was missing, and I think we should grab Xue Fang first, and then do a good job, what do you say? "
Sun Ding narrowed his eyes, and fiercely looked at his gentle face for a while, grunted coldly, and turned away.
At this time, in the Sheshan Villa surrounded by thousands of mountains in Shu, the Wen Guzhu in their mouth was grabbing a quilt with Zhou Zishu.
Spring has already begun, and Shuzhong is warming up quickly. The reason for "clothing for years to be cold like iron" is obviously diminished. Zhou Zishu also specifically instructed Zhang Chengling to pick up a room for the dog skin plaster named Wen, but Still can't stop the momentum that he got in at the point.
And this person kicked his nose on his face, and from the beginning of his own luggage, he became more shameless and ran over with his bare hands in the air.
A tattered quilt was pulled by the two of you. I pulled it over. The catcher dip in clothes and fell to eighteen. Martial arts tried everything, and they almost sweated until the last two. It's too warm to cover the quilt.
Zhou Zishu was not in its heyday. After a hundred and ten rounds, he lost a move. Wen Kexing proudly held half of the quilt in one hand and pressed Zhou Zishu's wrist against the pillow with the other hand. Necked his neck and showed him a little white teeth, and beckoned to him, "Ah, you come, I'll hug you to sleep, to ensure that it is not cold."
Zhou Zishu really wanted to kick him, so he looked at him three times down and sneered, "You are not fragrant or soft, and you have ribs on your chest. It ’s better to hold a bedboard. "
Wen Kexing immediately stared, grabbed his hand and put it on his chest, and said, "Nonsense! I'm not a row of ribs, I don't believe you touch it!"
Zhou Zishu lifted his feet and bent his leg, and retracted his hand, as if he encountered something dirty, and threw it in the air. Wen Kexing held the quilt and watched him screaming strangely: "There are weird things every year, and those who take advantage of it don't care. You who take advantage of yourself are so blindly reserved. Generally this situation is ..."
Zhou Zishu was not prepared to listen to him continue to talk nonsense, put on his clothes, decided to make it impossible to hide, to change to a room to sleep, terribly squeezed with Zhang Chengling, and told the little ghost to hit the floor.
Who knew that Wen Kexing's hand holding the quilt suddenly turned out a weird arc, and leaned on his shoulder, Zhou Zishu immediately sank his shoulders and elbows to remove him, and then he suddenly felt a numbness in his whole body. Before anyone could stand up, he fell down and fell right in the arms where Wen Kexing opened and waited there, and a melon seed shell fell on the quilt surface ... He was in the way of this thing.
Wen Kexing continued with a smile in his ear: "Generally, in this case, it is a desire / dissatisfaction, only to be a guilty conscience, you see, don't you give it away?"
Zhou Zishu was speechless. He really couldn't figure out why someone had slept at night and had to put a seed shell on his body to sneak attack on others as a hidden weapon at any time.
Wen Kexing laughed, as if seeing what he thought, added: "I actually still have walnuts, do you eat them?"
Speaking of the word "walnut", Zhou Zishu raised a goosebump, and Qiangqi reluctantly laughed, "Why, you hold me, do you still want to sleep?"
Wen Kexing rolled his entire body into the quilt, while turning his eyes, and pressed his shoulders with both hands, he ran along the edge of his lining, and his mouth hurriedly joyfully said, "Nothing, nothing."
Wen Kexing's shot was not heavy, and Zhou Zishu's acupuncture point was rushed away. It was just when Wen Kexing's hand became less and less ridiculous. Since he left Beijing and entered the rivers and lakes, his body was injured, and the second thing happened. One after another, I did n’t have that mood. Zhou Zishu really did not get close to people. Wen Kexing twitched gently, just as if he had set a fire on him. Seeing that the situation was going to get out of control, Zhou Zishu gave a shudder. Holding his wrist, he gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Zhu is very kind. I still ... respect, thank, not, sensitive."
Wen Kexing laughed: "You're right, you're wrong, but you are disrespectful."
Zhou Zishu stiffened out a smile: "I really deserve it."
The two were in a stalemate. Suddenly heard an exclamation from Zhang Chengling's room next door. Zhou Zishu frowned and pushed away Wen Kexing. He threw his robes behind him with a thunderbolt and started to run. Wen Kexing shook his head. He sighed, moved his five fingers closer to the tip of his nose, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then followed slowly.
Zhang Chengling was just stunned by the dream. When Zhou Zishu pushed in the door, he found that he was closing his eyes tightly. He didn't know what he was muttering. He was sweating with punches and kicks. Zhou Zishu pushed him in general and found out Failing to awaken him, he took his wrist and shoved a small amount of infuriance into it. Zhang Chengling shivered and shouted, "Don't kill him!"
Then he sat up abruptly, his eyes slowly drifting away, revealing a little puzzled look, looking at Zhou Zishu, and shouting, "Master ..."
Zhou Zishu patted his head, pressed him without a word, pulled him under the quilt, and said, "Let's sleep." Then he sat by the bed, leaned on the bedpost, and clasped his hands on his chest. Keep your eyes closed, as if to accompany him.
Zhang Chengling was silent for a long time, and suddenly pulled Zhou Zishu's clothes gently, whispering: "Master, I just dreamed about ... a man with a tightly wrapped body, holding a knife, put it on my little mother's On the neck, he asked my father, 'Where is the thing?' Is it just ...? "
Zhou Zishu opened his eyes. At this moment, the door was opened from the outside, and Wen Kexing came in. He heard his face look upright and asked thoughtfully, "What does that person look like and what are the characteristics?"
Zhang Chengling thought for a while, then shook his head with guilt and said, "I can't see clearly in my dream ..."
Zhou Zishu remembered the words that the happy and bereaves forced the young man that day, and then he asked, "Have you seen that man's hand has no five fingers or four?"
Zhang Chengling shook his head again and looked at him with wide eyes. Zhou Zishu sighed, patted his head, and whispered: "You sleep ..."
The two sat and stood, Gu silently, until Zhang Chengling was breathing evenly, apparently falling asleep, Zhou Zishu pulled his quilt up, stood up, and went out with Wen Kexing.
Wen Kexing sighed suddenly, stretched his hands behind his back and held him, resting his face on his shoulder for a long while, and then whispered: "These days, it seems like a good dream ... but how can I wake up so fast? What about? "