After the ghost made a fuss for a while, he curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

Jiang Rong used the flickering candlelight to illuminate the gourd and draw the gourd, copying the cartoons painted by Guiya onto the manuscript. The candle tears slid silently, flowing. The candles became shorter and shorter, and some had completely turned into a pool of candle tears.

, steaming and freezing in place.

Covering her mouth, trying her best to endure the fatigue, she glanced at the sleeping Gui Ya. He casually picked up a piece of clothing prepared to keep out the cold and gently put it on her body.

Looking at the comic manuscript in my hand with satisfaction, I felt a small sense of accomplishment. I carefully rolled the comic manuscript into a tube shape, made a mark with a ballpoint pen, and placed it in another room.

Lonely space, dead-like dark night. After Jiang Rong finished what she wanted to do, she was suddenly afraid of this weird silence. She was in a trance. A few hours ago, she was still in the high-level place that the ghost said.

In the hotel. Now in this dilapidated two-story building far away from the crowd, overgrown with weeds, and neglected.

What I faced was a wall of cold, mottled and dilapidated walls. I was dealing with a ghost who didn't know his life experience or the origin of his surname.

All this happened in one thought. If I had left the ghost alone, then I wouldn't have been driven here by those ignorant people? Now, I am no longer a city dweller that people envy, but a person worse than a beggar.

Downtrodden girl.

The reason why people in the small town did not dare to provoke her is that different environments create different people's temperaments. Jiang Rong was born in a wealthy family, and under the careful care of her mother Ran Qin, her temperament is naturally outstanding.

It was her unique temperament that shocked the people living in the town. Otherwise, how could she have escaped with the ghost so easily? But what happened next was something she did not expect.

Jiang Rong did not sleep well that night, partly because this place is not a place where people live. Also, the light of candles attracts mosquitoes, even in autumn. There are many unknown mosquitoes and moths, looking for light.

I just closed my eyes and felt something crawling on my face. I subconsciously stretched out my hand and patted it. It felt sticky. I opened my palm and saw that it killed a moth and my hands were covered with silver powder. It was so disgusting.

, I couldn’t find any water when I got up to wash my hands, so I had to wipe them with paper.

After such repeated tossing for a long time, all the candles in the room were almost exhausted. I had no choice but to go back to the bunk and lie down to sleep. As soon as I lay down, the last gleam of the candles was blown by the wind. Poof! It was extinguished.

Without the light beam, the blackness swallowed up everything at once...Without the light beam, there were no more disturbances from those mosquitoes, attacking at will...

Jiang Rong soon fell into a dream. In her dream, she felt that she had arrived at a school. There were many people lined up in the school square, including parents and students. A figure standing blankly under a big tree aroused her curiosity.

As she got closer step by step, her heart felt like it was beating violently. The figure became clearer and clearer, it was a woman, with her head lowered. As she got closer, her sight was like the camera trying to close the distance, and she felt very scared.

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It was the visual touch that frightened Jiang Rong, because the motionless woman standing there was like a wooden stake. Especially the strands of hair flowing down, gave her a feeling that was difficult to express in words at first glance.

A sense of shock.

Many people were running and screaming, and the morning mist was thick... Subconsciously, she felt that she was about to face a very scary scene. She was trying her best to get rid of the bewitchment controlled by a certain mysterious force, and said to herself: Wake up, I

To wake up...

Jiang Rong felt that in the dream, she was not herself, but like a ghost full of evil. Even her nose became greedy, especially wanting to smell the blood that she hated in daily life.

What's going on? In her waking consciousness, this kind of nightmare has appeared more than once in the picture after she fell asleep. The woman seemed familiar, but strange. The body was completely out of control, the mind and the body became opposites, and the body brought

He approaches the woman with violence and ferocity, his thoughts are filled with pity, sympathy, and goodwill, and he is afraid and wants to retreat from this extremely frightening atmosphere.

On the opposite side of the contradiction, thinking has the upper hand. From the window of the dilapidated floor, a golden beam of light shone diagonally on Jiang Rong.

She was struggling in the nightmare, trying her best to wake up.

Her body was trembling, and her eyelids trembled slightly under the light of the beam. Phew! She got up nervously, and her sore eyes finally woke up after trying their best to adapt to the environment. After waking up, she had a splitting headache and wanted to

I can't remember all the scenes in my dream just now.

The ghost has disappeared, she seems to have gone out! Only the sunlight slanting in from the window is left in the room, and she is the only one left. She gets up lazily and somewhat helplessly, looking at the searching space inch by inch, which can explain the current situation.

All familiar scenes.

After confirming that this was not a hotel, my mind returned to its original point from the trance. My memory began to work. I remembered every bit of yesterday, and I also saw the remains of the candles and the solidified candle tears.

Stay up! What's wrong with me? When I'm awake, I'm myself. When I'm not awake, I become a completely different person. When I'm awake, I can distinguish and recognize right from wrong. When I'm not awake, I'm full of greed, tyranny, and possessiveness, which are difficult to find.

Confident thoughts.

He pressed his finger on the painful temple, walked to the window, and let the warm sunshine shine on his face. The sun was not dazzling, so he could ignore its light and look directly at its pale white sphere.

Just when Jiang Rong looked directly at the sun's core sphere, her heart felt like a needle pricking her, and her whole body felt as if it was about to melt. Unable to bear this sudden discomfort, she ducked down, avoided the light, and took a breather.

Slightly better.

Hiding in the darkness, she wondered secretly. Why was she afraid of the sun's rays? Was it because the sun hadn't been out for too long and she couldn't get used to it?

After all, the autumn sun was not as hot as summer. Jiang Rong hid in the dark for a while, and after feeling less uncomfortable, she got up and prepared to look for the ghost.

Only when I went downstairs did I see the real environment here clearly. Dense and withered weeds were the only decoration here. Surrounding the house were deep woods. An extremely small path extended from the woods to the dilapidated building.

In front of the door, the path leads to the center of the town? Or somewhere else?

While I was daydreaming, the ghost suddenly ran out with a handful of cut white candles in her hand.
Chapter completed!