The Tale of the Ghost Eyes

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The ever-changing dream framework has kept me caught off guard again and again. As long as I relax my vigilance a little, I will immediately be guided by the new framework, and then take the opportunity to eat away my state of mind.

Although I recognized this as a dream again this time, my brain was feeling very tired and tired. I don't know how long I can last.

After we got off the bus, the funeral procession on the street suddenly changed to the front of a hall, and Song Jiaqi and I also stood outside the hall. According to the consciousness given to me by this framework, I forgot to bring tribute Here comes the ceremony, and Song Jiaqi blames me sloppy next to me, saying that it is embarrassing in front of relatives.

When I heard Song Jiaqi's words, I couldn't help but smile, thinking that the girl was quite involved in the drama. The frame of the dream changed, and she immediately followed the drama. She really regarded me as her husband.

Seeing me laughing, Song Jiaqi said: "You can still laugh, but your sister and brother-in-law died there, what is your heart, stone?"

How can this dream be broken? If it can't be broken, we can't let the little girl take us forward, and we can't go back to our original frame and let the little girl be in the original frame. Continue to take us forward, unable to reach the scene of the human / meat feast, unable to leave this strange dream.

Seeing that I was standing still, Song Jiaqi shoved my arm and said, "Is there a good way, let's go into the hall now."

I ignored Song Jiaqi, but walked directly into the hall.

When we entered the hall, many people saw us. Instead of worshipping, I walked directly towards the two coffins.

As soon as I passed by, someone wanted to intercept me. I didn't care about it. I pushed the person who intercepted me away and said a word: "Go!"

I said this, the entire Lingtang people were stunned, including Song Jiaqi.

She stood still, and I dragged her and came to the coffin with me. I looked at the little girl in a filial pie and asked, "Who is lying in this coffin?"

The little girl suddenly smiled strangely at me and said, "It's you, father, mother!"

It's us! ?

The little girl's answer was completely beyond my expectations. Before I could react, my eyes turned black. Everything around us changed again. I felt the black around me. I was no longer standing, and I was lying down. There was a crying cry outside the darkness.

Lying in this darkness, I can still smell the smell of raw wood and black paint.

I could n’t help but be clever. It turned out that I was lying in a coffin, and at this time the frame of the dream I was in changed again. My subconscious told me that I was the dead body, and what was waiting for me was Buried, then buried in the ground with fear.

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, and then tried to read the meditation mantra, and then kicked the coffin board with all my strength, and the coffin board was kicked away. I also tried my best to jump out of the coffin. .

When I jumped out of the coffin, everything around me changed again. The little girl was still wearing a filial pie, but now she was not in the hall, but in front of the two graves.

She is burning paper for the two grave heads, does it say that we have been buried? I escaped the coffin, but what about Song Jiaqi? Would n’t she already be buried in the earth, if that ’s the case, would it mean that she was already dead in this dream?

Thinking of this, I took another deep breath, and then kicked Song Jiaqi's tombstone hard, and then tried desperately to dig her grave.

And the little girl in filial piety did not stop me, but kept sneering next to him, saying from time to time: "Do n’t try hard, father, mother is dead, you are dead too, come back to the grave and lie Right. "

As soon as the little girl spoke, I suddenly felt that my body's strength had suddenly diminished, and the tomb was suddenly unable to dig. I was obviously affected by the little girl's words.

I looked back at the little girl and said, "Go!"

I feel like I'm shouting loudly, but it's so weak to my mouth. I want to shout hard, but in this dream I can't shout that kind of momentum.

I couldn't help it.

And at this moment, I suddenly felt something I dug out from under the tomb. My hand touched something soft. I opened the soil and saw it. It was Song Jiaqi's face. She closed her eyes as if she was asleep. The same.

I tried to dig up all the soil around her, and then dug her out of the grave.

I did n’t expect me to dig her out of the soil so quickly. Of course, this may be the reason of the dream. Although I am in the premise of the big dream created by Huandou, I am myself standing first in the dream. Experience this dream from a perspective, so my thoughts will affect this dream more or less. For example, I thought of slicing Song Jiaqi out from under the tomb quickly, and then it really came out quickly.

Song Jiaqi, who had just planned out, was still unconscious and still in a coma.

I squeezed the meditation curse, and then suddenly slammed it on her forehead. After a while, she woke up confusedly.

Song Jiaqi asked me: "Aren't we dead, husband?"

Song Jiaqi's words directly amused me, "Fu Jun", she was still immersed in that frame.

At this moment, the little girl in white filial piety said to both of us: "Young man, young lady, got out of the carriage, we still need to walk a short distance, climb the mountain in front of us, we can get to this feast Destination. "

Looking down on the little girl's hand, I saw that a huge high mountain had appeared in front of us, but we didn't find a way up the mountain.

At this time, Song Jiaqi was like me, all returned to the original dream, she said to me: "I just fell asleep in the carriage, and I arrived so soon."

I suddenly envy Song Jiaqi, her consciousness is broken in this dream, then she will feel a lot lighter, unlike the countless frames that are repeated in my mind, I still clearly remember what each one looks like.

Although I cracked one frame after another, their structure was left in my brain like garbage, and it took my energy, and I wanted to get rid of the garbage, but there was no way.

Those frameworks are like powerful computer viruses, but I don't have powerful antivirus software in my mind.

Looking at the high mountain in front of me, I asked the little girl, "Can you tell me what your name is and why are you making so many famous people?"

The little girl seemed to filter out my phone automatically, took the lead to the foot of the mountain, and then directly into the lush vegetation, she was going to take us up the mountain.

If we lost the little girl, we would definitely not be able to climb the mountain, so I took Song Jiaqi and quickly followed. It has been so long, there is no reason to give up at this time.

At this time, another frame came into my mind. This is Song Mountain. Song Mountain is imprisoned. I believe that we will soon see the true master of this dream.