"You are not human."

The dream-eating tapir trembled with anger, its belly bulged, and "poof" farted an extremely ugly thing.

The smoke makes my eyes hurt.

I released its fingers and gave it a hard slap: "If you fart again, I'll kill you!"

The dream-eating tapir was furious: "It's your uncle! If you weren't so angry with me, how could I do this?! You bastard!"

I said seriously: "If you scold me again, I will throw you into the manure pit."

"..."

This time, it calmed down, looking like it wanted to be angry but didn't dare to.

"Why didn't I see Zheng Hua'er's ghost when I was in Wangjiacun? Where did her ghost go? Why can her body move?"

Dream-eating tapir became serious this time: "There are many possibilities for the ghost disappearing. It may be that he has no obsession and enters the underworld; it may be that after being saved, the soul is gone, just like what you did to Wang Hexiang; it is also possible that

...It was eaten..."

"Eat? Is there anything in this world that can eat ghosts?"

"There are too many animals that can eat ghosts. The twelve legendary beasts all feed on ghosts: Jiazuo, Feiwei, Xiongbo, Tengjian, Lanzhu, Boqi, Qiangliang, Zuming, Weisui, Cuo

Duan, Qiongqi, Tenggen, any one of them is a famous name;

Ghosts can also eat ghosts. If they eat too much, they will become fierce ghosts;

besides……"

The dream-eating tapir rolled its eyes and showed a mysterious expression. It lowered its voice and said: "Humans can also eat ghosts..."

"What?" This is something I really didn't expect: "Can people eat ghosts?"

The dream-eating tapir laughed: "Zhong Kui has heard of it, he is famous for eating ghosts."

I frowned, still not quite understanding how people eat ghosts.

Dream Eater saw that I was confused and didn't explain. Instead, he said to himself: "Don't think about it. If you can know, you can be Zhong Kui. That person Zhong Kui..."

The dream-eating tapir stopped talking, his heart beating very fast, and the expression on his face was hard to describe.

It's afraid.

I am not afraid of fear, it is a fear that comes from my bones and is imprinted in my soul.

It shook its head and whispered: "Just pretend that I didn't say it and you didn't hear it. From now on, don't mention this name."

It was obviously the one who said it first, but instead it warned me.

"As for the reason why the girl faked the corpse, it should be that the corpse turned into a nightmare. Because of obsession, people hide their last breath in their chests, and this breath will dissipate on its own after seven days.

But she was stimulated by the media, so she pretended to be a corpse. It is different from ordinary zombies..."

"Zombies?"

Dream-eating Tapir said impatiently: "Go back and check the information on your own, go online to Baidu, search thousands of times, etc. Everything mentioned above is correct, especially when it comes to curing diseases and saving lives, it is absolutely useful for treating headaches and feet!"

At the end of the sentence, the dream-eating tapir gritted his teeth.

This guy... couldn't have been deceived by the diagnosis results on some pages...

Are monsters so advanced with the times now?

Of course I know something about what zombies are. After all, I watched some zombie movies when I was a kid, but I didn’t expect them to actually exist.

I continued to ask: "Where is Wang Hexiang's paper figurine? Did you hide it?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The dream-eating tapir flicked its long nose, and its small eyes flashed with panic: "That thing... I don't know..."

"Have you become a spirit? Or are you possessed by some monster?"

"..."

The dream-eating tapir closed its mouth, like a gourd with its beak cut off or a parrot with its tongue cut off, as if it wasn't the one who was yelling at me just now.

Oh, I understand, it’s another one that I can’t say.

Until now, the things that Dream Eater Tapir has refused to tell me include the origin of the Black Goat, the true form of the Almighty God, the situation of the Birdman and the Human-Faced Rabbit, and now there is another paper man.

I keep all of this in my head so I can use it one day.

"Do you know who that old monk is?"

The dream-eating tapir rolled his eyes: "I am a famous mythical beast. I mainly eat a little bit of emotions, and I am not a 'little do'. A human being can be a Buddha or a Taoist. Who knows which corner of the corner he comes from?"

Came here."

"Oh, you don't know." I said clearly, with a "no more than that" expression.

The Dream-eating Tapir began to gnash his teeth again, and after biting for a long time, he finally said in a muffled voice: "However, I know that the Buddhist sutra he recited is the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", which is specially used for salvation.

You kid, if nothing else, you are really good at it. This thing requires others to practice it for decades before it can be effective. You can use it after listening to it once, tsk tsk, you can create it! It's a pity that you ate the snake.

Inner elixir, you will have a good life in a few days..."

At the end of the sentence, the dream-eating tapir began to laugh again.

I looked at it with a half-smile, and it shook its nose uncomfortably.

This guy did it on purpose and wanted me to beg it to help me bleed.

Haha, the abacus beads make my ears hurt.

"Okay, I've asked all the questions I need to ask. Now, I need you to help me with something. If you do it well, I will sleep on the spot immediately and give you an orange-flavored despair."

The dream-eating tapir pursed its lips: "Last time you said you would feed me when I fall asleep. You also said the same thing last time. What was the result? Haha..."

I touched my nose and realized that I had indeed not achieved this.

I cleared my throat and said, "What you said is wrong. After I took the inner elixir, I was in a coma for a week. During this period, why didn't you come to my dream to find food?"

The dream-eating tapir shouted angrily: "Does that mean I don't want to go? Do you know what it means that a clever woman can't make a living without rice?! You guy sleeps like a dead pig. Don't talk about dreams, even your consciousness is scattered, and it's all white.

There is not even a hair on the place. What can I scare you with?

Do you know how I spent this period of time? I am even a fucking earthworm...ahem..."

The Dream-Eating Tapir suddenly realized something and stopped.

I raised a nasty smile on my lips and gloated: "Earthworm? You wouldn't go into the earthworm's dream and pretend to be a mouse to eat it, right?"

"..."

The dream-eating tapir almost shed tears every time he breathed in and out.

It seems to be true.

An unscrupulous reporter like Zhang Geng would not have made today's headlines on the spot: 'The mythical beast of the past turned into a mouse and actually did this to it!'

I didn't continue talking, fearing that I would really drive the dream-eating tapir into a panic and completely ruin it.

"Dream-Eating Tapir, I promise I won't break my promise this time."

The dream-eating tapir pondered for a moment, and finally greedily agreed.

"I want you to help me..."

A big event happened in Wangjiacun recently.

Zheng Huaer's father died on the day she was going to be buried with him, and his death was in a very tragic manner.
Chapter completed!