In his uneasy sleep, Yu Xing had a dream for a long time.
He saw himself standing alone by the flowing river, surrounded by a quiet thick white fog, and some unseen figures appeared and made hazy whispers.
He stood here, doing nothing, saying nothing, and not even turning his vision, as if a nail was born under his feet.
In a moment, a scarlet red suddenly appeared on the distant river.
Crazy...
The water flow washed the embankment, and the scarlet red covered the turbid water surface from far to near with thunder. The agile water was replaced by streams of fishy and sweet blood. In the blink of an eye, the long river was a blood river in Huawei.
The white mist has not dissipated.
The figures in the fog seemed to be approaching him, and pale faces emerged, staring at him silently, surrounding him from all directions.
The feeling of depression rose to the peak with the gurgling sound of the river of blood.
Yu Xing felt breathless. He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, but suddenly his shoulder was put on one hand, and a faint voice said: "Young Master..."
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"Young Master... It's an hour and a half, I'll wake you up." Zhao Ruru half-squatted in front of Yu Xing's shop, reached out and rubbed his shoulders.
The team camped with things like marching tents, and the others were crowded in a tent. Yu Xing was the smallest, but they could enjoy it alone.
Zhao Ruru was lifting the curtain of the tent at this time, and half of her body penetrated into it. The small space was only enough to place a shop. She could reach Yu Xing with her hand.
Yu Xing was sleeping so hard that he was not dead. After being touched slightly, he opened his eyes with sleepiness.
His eyelids were heavy, half closed, and he sat up half a beat slower than usual: "Saint."
Three hours is not enough to sleep, which is true for ordinary people, and even more so for the head of the marshal who has been trekking all day.
He hadn't felt this uncontrollable fatigue for a long time, and he actually slowed down before he lifted the quilt and crawled out of the tent.
When the cold wind in the mountains blew, Yu Xing finally woke up. He said in a hoarse voice: "Next, I'll guard you, you go to bed."
Zhao Ruru responded and suddenly paused: "Young Master, you don't seem to have a good sleep?"
"I mean... you seemed to have dreamed just now?" she asked tentatively, "Is it because of the frightened female ghost and corpse that affected her sleep?"
Another very skillful inquiry.
Sometimes the deducer's dreams in deduction are just caused by their own brain activities, and sometimes the deduction's regular factors lead to the existence of dreams, as an unconventional prompt.
Zhao Ruru wanted to know which one it was. If Yu Xing was interested in sharing it, he could use her "curiosity" to naturally talk to her about her dreams.
If you intend to conceal it, or it is simply a private matter and has nothing to do with deduction, you can make it clear.
In fact, it is possible that if you fall asleep during this deduction, you will encounter danger in your dreams. However, this speculation was denied by Zhao Ruru early on. After all, if this is the case, she believed that Yu Xing would take the initiative to remind her, and Yu Xing woke up as soon as he shouted, and it didn't look like he was restricted by a ghost.
The head of the wardrobe who was asked was very disdainful.
He moved his muscles and bones, and there was a crackling sound at the joints of the bones, and his tone was filled with underestimated discomfort: "A mere female ghosts and corpses will also make me have nightmares? Saint, the miserable appearances I have seen on the dart are much more disgusting than these."
It seemed that I wanted to maintain my self-esteem that was stronger than ordinary people, but the head of the archer explained a few words to his restlessness: "It's just that the fog in the forest is strange. Maybe it's because I inhaled too much fog, which caused me to have some hidden worries related to it."
Zhao Ruru said "Oh".
I understand, the dream scene has nothing to do with the experience of last night, but with the fog. There are very dangerous images hidden in the fog, so you need to be careful.
She sighed a few words, "The young master is indeed very knowledgeable", and then entered the camp and occupied the floor that belonged to Yu Xing.
Yu Xing glanced at her, put down the curtain, and looked at the sky.
It is around 10 o'clock in the morning, which is around 6 o'clock in the morning. The sky is already bright. The white mist is thick and light, and the water vapor is mixed with it, exuding a faint fragrance.
The surrounding flowers, plants and leaves were stained with dewdrops, and the walls of the ancient ruins surrounding the camp like guards seemed to be brighter, far less gloomy than when I saw them last night.
The most important thing is that the strange thick fog quietly transformed into ordinary morning fog, and there was no vague sense of danger and even a tendency to dissipate.
Perhaps when the sun passes through the mountains in the east and shines into the forest, the fog will dissipate. This fog is probably exclusive to the nighttime crossing Longling.
Yu Xing yawned and sat outside the tent, snoring sounds in the camp not far away.
When ordinary people see ghosts or fall into the attack of ghosts, their three souls and seven spirits will be affected, so fever becomes the most common sequelae.
When the stadium master's yang energy and evil energy are particularly heavy, it can confront the yin energy of the ghost and relieve symptoms. In addition, the people who stayed to guard the goods only passively entered the ghost to hit the wall, and did not see ghosts head-on once. Therefore, they were only mentally affected and became very tired and drowsy, which was reflected in sleep.
——Sleep like a pig.
Yu Xing was extremely disgusted with his cheap subordinates. The chief escort might have stuffed all the useless people in the escort agency. While targeting him, he was cleaning up the waste he didn't want?
This group of veggie mates, whether they follow him or the original mate leader, probably won't live to the limelight town.
Just as I was thinking, a serene sound came from behind a broken wall not far away.
Yu Xing's eyes sterned, and he looked at it, and suddenly he met a pair of blood-red eyes.
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On the other end, the bare mountains have been illuminated by the rising sun.
The servant howled "Ouch, oh," and the place where the calves were bent was clamped by two freshly baked wooden boards. He kept saying, "Doctor, be gentle, I feel so painful, oh! Young Master, save me!"
Zhao Mou, who was treating him, maintained a gentle appearance and said lightly: "Stop howling, can you be more steady and learn from your master."
The servant immediately looked at his son with tears in his eyes.
Luo Yan had such a master character, but he didn't feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, on the way to Fengtou Town, he had a gentle temper and was almost made angry by the servant who was dragged down.
A ghost nearby wanted to scream, which caused the ghosts that were about to leave to lock their positions in an instant; they ran around, causing them to deviate from the map route; when they needed to avoid the attack, the servant was stuck on him and almost killed him.
But his second young master Luo is incompetent and cowardly. His daily food, clothing and expenses are all arranged by the housekeeper. This time he went out, he handed over all the important things to the servant.
Chapter completed!