The huge old house was quiet, and the sound of rats eating hard objects was particularly obvious. It was as if everyone in the whole old house could not hear it, and only Wushuang found it. Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie were very alert when they were sleeping, why didn't they come out to see it?

The door of the hall was covered with a faint cloak. Wushuang lay on the top with his head and listened. After a little force, the door cracked. Wushuang looked at it with the moonlight that penetrated outside...

Oh my god! What a big rat! The rat is round all over, her hair is shiny, and she is as fat as a kitten. She is definitely bigger than her white-haired and yellow leather.

Wushuang discovered that the big mouse was gnawing at the gray immortal statue placed on the hall with two sharp teeth. The head of the immortal statue was about to be gone, and the ground was covered with mud. A few days ago, didn’t he clearly let the five immortal statues throw away from the Red Tiger? Why are they still here? And the mouse is also a spiritual thing, how could he gnaw on his immortal statue? This scene is simply too strange.

No matter how hard the decorations of the hall were, I felt awkward. After a closer look, I found that there was a large water tank in the middle of the hall, which was already filled with it. The liquid in the tank was white by the moonlight, and I couldn't see what it was. However, there was always a fragrance in the hall. It was sesame oil!

Sesame oil? Put sesame oil in the fairy hall? Wushuang scratched his head but couldn't remember when he told me to do this from Chihu. However, there is indeed such a saying in the Golden Dot technique. If the old sesame oil is stored in the home, it will bring prosperity to wealth and fortune.

I patted my forehead and was confused! What did I think of before? Or did I remembered it from Chihu myself! I should have told him to use this method to make up for the good fortune in the house earlier.

But he thought about it again and found something was wrong? This was a trick in the Golden Dot Technique, and he almost didn't remember it. So where did Chihu know it? Or it wasn't that Chihu was placed here at all.

Wushuang suddenly realized and turned around and looked up at the moon in the sky. Although he looked at the bright moonlight outside, there was a shady piece of suffering above his head, and there was no shadow of the moon at all.

"Damn it!" He cursed inwardly. He had a dream! It was a strange nightmare!

But he knew it was a nightmare, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

He turned his head again, and the big mouse in the hall had already jumped down, tiptoed on his hind legs and leaned up on the water tank. This guy was big and stretched his body to put it on the edge of the water tank, just enough to reach the entrance of the tank, and then he actually licked the sesame oil in the tank with his tongue.

Sizzling... Sizzling... It greedily drinks sesame oil.

Oh! Big things are not good! Isn’t this sesame oil representing good luck from home? In my dream, a mouse secretly drinks his sesame oil from home. It just means that it is stealing good luck little by little?

Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and the big mouse whose stomach was rounded and slid down from the edge of the tank. He slowly turned his head and turned his head straight to face Wushuang's eyes.

Wushuang was shocked, this... this is not the look of a mouse. The strange eyes were full of resentment and desolation, and it was clearly a curse of a person!

"Ah!!!!" Wushuang woke up from the nightmare with a scream. He was already sweating profusely, his back was wet. When he touched, he was covered in cold sweat. It was so cold! His whole body was cold! This dream was so scary.

He was still sleeping on his small kang, and there was no movement outside the house caused by the big mouse. How could it be so cold? The dream was so real. Did it bring out the chill in the dream?

Hum? Where is the quilt?

Wushuang looked down and saw that he was wearing pajamas and lying on the kang. The quilt was gone. How could it not be cold? After all, it was still weathering more than ten degrees below zero! He looked at the side... and almost got angry!

It turned out that when the two girls fell asleep, they slipped in. The two girls had a uglier sleep. The blue colored butterfly was still picking their noses. Xiao Jinhua half opened her mouth, and drooled out of her mouth. The two girls pulled half of his quilt and occupied half of his kang. It was about to squeeze him off the kang.

"Damn it! You two damn girls!!! Get up! It's so good? You don't have your own room? What kind of decent thing does this make people see?" Wushuang pulled the quilt and cursed.

"Oh, my lord, don't be as good as the two of us girls. As soon as there is a brazier in your house for heating, go and see, our house is cold, just be more pity!" Lan Caidie smiled.

"Blue Caidian! Your sister! Look, the golden flowers are broken by you now, go back soon!"

"Brother, it's really cold. Just let us sleep here, otherwise you will ask Chihu to prepare a brazier for our room tomorrow." Xiao Jinhua said with a pout.

Men never make sense to women, especially two women who are in love with them. Even if you have a hundred mouths, you can't tell them.

Forget it, let them go. This dream is too real. Although I didn’t dream of some evil ghosts seeking life, the strange relationship in the dream still vividly disturbed Wushuang’s mind and could not sleep any longer.

"I can't afford to mess with me, but I can't afford to hide? If you two want to sleep here, just go to bed. I'll go out for a walk." Wushuang put on her coat and pushed the door out.

Outside the house, the moonlight was as bright as in a dream. When I looked up, fortunately, there was a bright moon hanging above my head. Wushuang shook his head helplessly. What's wrong with me? Why are you so old, why are you still afraid of having nightmares?

There were big red lanterns hanging from the mansion of the house. It was not too late. It was midnight and the shouts of drunkards came from the front yard. I knew that Lao Cong was drinking with Liu Mazi again.

The living room was open, and both of them had already drunk the tin, making their faces blushed and their necks thick, and their mouths were all over. There were several different manifestations of people who were drunk too much. Some were willing to be crazy, some were willing to talk, some were willing to laugh, and some were willing to cry, but they all had one thing in common, you were just easy to blow.
Chapter completed!