Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 25 025 Borrowing the Road
  The sky is also dark.

It was very quiet, not even a breath of wind.

Not far away, there were still street lights dimly on.

But it's better not to light it up, because it makes everything look horribly white.

Dreaming again.

This is in a dream.

Fu Minghui knew clearly, but he couldn't retreat for some reason.

She could even recall that she was not wearing that ugly crystal ring.

Is this crossing the border? Or an ordinary dream?
  Everyone dreams every day. This is a problem of brain thinking and a normal physiological phenomenon.

There is no such thing as a person who does not dream at all.

It's just that most dreams are forgotten after waking up and have no impact on people's lives.

Only dreams that cause intense emotions will be remembered, but they are just dreams.

But this time, what?
  Fu Minghui stood still, feeling at a loss.

But at this moment, I heard a rattling sound coming from the darkness, like wheels rolling on the uneven ground.

My heart tightened, and I followed the sound subconsciously, and I saw several figures gradually emerging from the darkness.

His face couldn't be seen clearly, but his figure changed from blur to clear, showing its outline.

They looked like a few construction site workers, looking like they were working.

Each person was pushing a small cart, which was full of soil and stones, as if they were pushing out construction waste and dumping it.

Behind them, the dilapidated building could be seen clearly, and it turned out to be an altar.

Something is wrong!

Fu Minghui instantly broke out in white hair and sweat.

But she saw those people getting closer and closer, and a dirt path suddenly appeared under her feet.

And she was in the middle of the road, blocking the way.

Fu Minghui clearly realized that he had to get out of the way quickly, otherwise he would be hit.

However, her feet seemed to be firmly stuck to the ground, unable to move at all.

Seeing the workers getting closer and closer, she almost jumped up in anxiety.

Fortunately, at the moment when they were about to hit each other, the trajectories of those scooters swerved, turned slightly sideways, and let them pass.

However, before Fu Minghui could relax, he suddenly realized that something was wrong in the cart.

Construction waste, just masonry and tiles.

They were far apart before, and it seemed so.

But now that I'm close, I can see that the car is indeed in pieces, but it's something else.

Broken limbs, twisted torso, burnt pieces of flesh...

Being too close, there is still a foul smell.

"Borrow the road." Just when Fu Minghui was stunned, the car behind him arrived.

It did not go around, but pressed against Fu Minghui's feet. When the worker spoke, he gave her an apologetic smile.

But his face was so pale that it turned gray, his eyes were motionless, there were a few obvious corpse spots on his cheeks, and there were even signs of decay at the corners of his mouth.

He is a dead man.

Fu Minghui's heart clenched, but there was a clicking sound in his ears!
  The cart suddenly bumped into her leg, causing the cart worker to stumble.

Click! Another sound.

The worker's head was shaken to the side, fell, and rolled to Fu Minghui's feet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The worker apologized nonstop.

The whole person squatted down and groped around on the ground eagerly.

Then he grabbed the severed head and placed it on his shoulder.

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around." He turned around, with a look of extreme pain and anxiety on his face, "Girl, please help me! Help me!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and suddenly hugged her.

Fu Minghui screamed in fright and was finally able to move.

But the worker's arms were like two iron bars, tightly encircling her, so painful that she felt like her ribs were about to break.

After struggling hard, she woke up.

Panting heavily, she couldn't recover from the terrifying scene just now.

After half a minute, she glanced at the wall clock opposite the bed. When she saw the hands moving regularly, her tense nerves relaxed.

Seeing that I was asleep for some reason, the sheets were wrapped around my body, covering my hands and arms...

Is this why she has been unable to move in her dream?
  I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and thought about it for a moment. I felt that there was still pain in my ribs where I was strangled in the dream, so I immediately got up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Huh, okay, no scars. This proves that she has not entered the border, so it is just a dream, right?
  Dreaming is a normal physiological scene, and not just any nightmare is the entrance to the boundary. It still requires some probability.

Luo Zhao said: She was chosen.

It was when the negative energy in his mouth or the external dark power connected with her that she was pulled in.

Later, with the ring, she took the initiative.

Luo Zhao can also use this to locate her to prevent her from being alone and in danger.

In her opinion, what energy? What dark matter?

In fact, these "things" came to her intentionally.

She has always been ordinary and had no special abilities, but she suddenly became "psychic".

But this dream was too real. After all, she could even smell the stench of corpses, which still made her uneasy.

After struggling for a moment, I decided not to make a fuss.

So I found some calming aromatherapy and lay down to sleep again.

I was actually a little scared, but I slept relatively peacefully for the rest of the night.

But she wasn't happy for more than twenty-four hours, and she had another nightmare the next night.

It was still the same construction site, still near an altar, and there were still workers transporting waste materials.

But she was a little far away, and there was no blocking the road. The workers and cars passed by in front of her.

In the car, there were still mutilated bodies.

She thought she was just a bystander, but the worker at the end of the queue suddenly turned his head to look at her, as if to say hello.

It was the one who lost his head that day.

And, the head fell off again.

Fu Minghui woke up again with a fright.

On the third day, still the same.

As the saying goes, there are only three things that can happen. If you enter the same dream repeatedly, the situation is abnormal.

In the past, Fu Minghui would have felt that he was possessed by an evil spirit and would have rushed to a temple or Taoist temple to worship.

But after the experience in the border, her first thought was: find Luo Zhao.

The strange thing is that she didn't know how to find him.

There has always been a one-line contact, and he can only find her.

"Or you can go outside for a walk." Hua Chan gave her an idea. "Although the balcony on the roof can also bask in the sun, summer is not over yet, and it is too perverted to expose yourself to the sun. Besides, places with many people are full of yang. It might be useful.”

"Yang Qi? Are you talking about Yang Qi? Aren't you a scientist?" Fu Minghui smiled bitterly, "You want to become the first AI in history that superstitizes fire?"

"Believing too much in science is also a kind of superstition." Hua Chan said plausibly, "I am open to all kinds of knowledge, including metaphysics. Besides, you humans are incomprehensible. Hurry up and go out for a walk. You I haven’t gone out for several days, even if I want to meet someone for dinner.”

Fu Minghui knew that Hua Chan didn't want her to stay at home again.

She has considered that when the fire incident is resolved, she really does not know where the future will be and how to carry on her future life.

But now is not the time to think about that.

She thought for a while, but her mind was empty, "Suddenly I realized that my life is so monotonous. I can't think of any friends I can ask out for dinner."

The one I've had the most contact with lately is Luo Zhao, but he's a dragon that never sees the end of it.

"You can go shopping by yourself, you have to learn to enjoy yourself." Hua Chan encouraged her.

Fu Minghui didn't want to be nagged anymore, so he dressed up a little and went out.

Just when I was about to step into the elevator, I found a "person" standing in the corner.

　I had something to do during the day and came back late.

　　Unfortunately, because of the revision of the Feng Shui Bureau, a lot of information needed to be checked, so all the manuscripts were lost.

　　You can only update and write now.

　　Everyone has different feelings about horror, and some people are afraid to watch this kind of subject matter.

　　Some treasures feel their scalp numb while watching it.

　　Some treasures keep shouting that they are not scary.

　　For me, I am not afraid of reading any books or movies with supernatural themes.

　　Unless a sudden sound scares me, my psychological threshold is basically very high.

　　But writing a book is different. It’s quite scary to have pictures in your mind while writing.

　　Haha, I have been saying for a long time that I can only do one update today, and I will make up for it tomorrow, with three updates tomorrow.

　　I dare not write because it is too late.

　　Okay, you can laugh at me now.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)