Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui obviously felt that she stayed on the border bus longer than the previous two times.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it seems that each time is slightly longer than the last time.

So next time, will it take longer?

What did Shen Miao want her to see? Is there something wrong with these spirits? Why not show her the whole thing at once, a little at a time?

Is it really like what Luo Zhao said, whether the energy body is positive or negative, it is supported by energy flow. When there's not enough energy, footage and investigations can be choppy.

So it’s not that the spirit body is unwilling, but it can only be presented in fragments.

Hey.

There was another sound, and along with the small bumps of the vehicle, a chocolate ball fell from Shen Miao's hand, fell to the ground, and rolled forward.

Fu Minghui stretched out his hand and subconsciously wanted to pick it up.

But the little ball rolled so fast that it slipped away in an instant.

Then, she saw an uncle in the right seat in front, near the aisle, bending down, picking up the chocolate ball, and turned back with a smile.

Uncle Shen, the father who has forgotten his son's existence but instinctively wanders around the campus.

How difficult it is to get into that university can be seen from the fact that Fu Minghui had to repeat his studies before entering, and his parents donated money to build a library.

But Shen Miao passed the exam on her own and became a popular figure in the school that year with her sports expertise.

As a father who personally raised him and whose parent-child relationship is extremely close, how proud should Uncle Shen be of his son?
Maybe in his eyes, his son is the light of his whole world, right?
So Fu Minghui even felt the light in the smile when he turned around.

That smiling face, the ordinary and deep emotions in those eyes, looking at the plain and boundless love, she really felt it.

Uncle Shen waved his hand, holding the chocolate ball between his fingertips, opening and closing his mouth, and pointed at himself with the other hand.

Meaning: Thank you son, he ate this.

Fu Minghui heard Shen Miao chuckle behind him.

Then the car suddenly started to tremble.

Here we go, the car accident is coming again.

Fu Minghui's whole body tensed up because she was afraid of the feelings caused by her "psychic" ability. It was as if she had some inseparable connection with the "person" who pulled her into the boundary, and would fully experience the moment of death.

If it was in an accident, it would be very painful.

Her body was not hurt, but the pain reflected in her brain was not less at all.

She was so afraid of doing it a second time, but she felt her arm being held up by someone, and the world was spinning at random.

But the feeling of collision was different from that of entering a drum washing machine. In just a moment, she found herself out of the bus and standing in the chaotic darkness at the border.

In the distance, the car rolled forward and fell into an abyss that seemed to be bottomless right before her eyes.

The screams came vaguely, as if they were a world away.

Even though I knew it was an illusion and a memory replay, I still watched helplessly...

"Thank you." Fu Minghui said sincerely.

She knew that if Luo Zhao hadn't dragged her out in time, she would have experienced the severe pain of broken bones and tendons, as well as the despair of facing death.

"That's where the responsibility lies." Luo Zhao said calmly.

In view of Fu Minghui's incredible ability, he is her assistant in the border, and it is really his duty to protect her.

As for whether it was 100% out of duty, he couldn't tell, and he didn't realize there was anything wrong.

"Ah, you're injured." Fu Minghui still had sharp eyes and noticed blood slowly flowing down the back of Luo Zhao's right hand, dripping into the chaotic ground.

"It's a small injury, it's okay." Luo Zhao slightly turned to the side, stopping Fu Minghui from lifting his injured hand.

But no matter how hard he tried to control it, his arms were still trembling slightly.

This shows that he is suffering from a lot of pain. People who can endure pain cannot be fooled by the physiological and physical reactions they should have. If he forcibly leaves the illusion, he will have to endure energy pressure and will also be injured.

Fu Minghui finally understood.

"You don't have to do this next time. In fact, I just feel pain..." She said against her will.

Even if she really doesn't want to bear the pain, at least she won't really get hurt.

"Then let's go out?" she said urgently.

Luo Zhao pondered for a moment, feeling that the death bus would not appear again, so he raised his hand and touched his eyes.

The next second, Fu Minghui almost jumped up from the sofa.

On the single sofa opposite, Luo Zhao was leaning on it, his hands spread out, and his long legs seemed to have nowhere to rest.

What's rare is that he actually woke up one second later than Fu Minghui.

So when he regained consciousness, Fu Minghui had already run to the bathroom to get the medicine box.

"Oh, this wound is so big, I can't handle it." Fu Minghui ran back and took off Luo Zhao's coat, but was unable to do anything about the long wound on his arm.

It was indeed a skin injury, but definitely not a minor injury.

It was as if the flesh had been torn apart by a huge force, and blood continued to flow out, soaking a small piece of the carpet in front of the sofa in a moment.

Fu Minghui's anxious tears also flowed out together.

Her ordinary home medicine kit obviously couldn't handle such a situation.

"I have to go to the hospital for stitches." She immediately jumped up and looked around frantically for her car keys.

"No need." Luo Zhao stopped her, "I can handle it."

It will attract attention when you go to the hospital, and it is difficult to explain. When meeting a responsible doctor, they will ask where the wound came from. Maybe even call the police secretly.

Of course he is not afraid of the police, but this secret identity should be kept low-key.

"Take me to the bathroom," he said, standing up.

Fu Minghui was at a loss and could only obey.

Fortunately, Luo Zhao was wearing a short-sleeved shirt under his jacket, so there was no blood adhesion from the wound.

But that bloody patch of blood just burst into view.

Fu Minghui gritted his teeth and forced himself not to turn around and run away immediately.

She was bleeding.

Except for my aunt's blood, if I see any blood stain, including my own or other people's, although I won't faint, I will still feel numb in my chest and feel extremely uncomfortable.

But the reaction to the dead people in the world and those fantasy scenes was not so great.

At this moment, she just stood stiffly, watching Luo Zhao turn on the faucet of the sink and bend down to wash the wound.

But there was so much blood that even the water in the pool turned red.

"Bring sugar, if you have any." Luo Zhao's voice remained unchanged, as calm as if he had hurt someone else.

Fu Minghui was so panicked that he could only crawl on the ground to get the sugar.

In fact, she has been controlled by her parents since she was a child and rarely eats sweet things, but she still has the necessary condiments. Although she rarely cooks, Rourou always cooked for her before.

Running over with the sugar jar in his arms, Luo Zhao grabbed a handful and pressed it directly on the wound.

He pressed it hard and held it tightly.

I was slightly dizzy and felt it firsthand.

My scalp and chest were all numb and very uncomfortable.