Song Fengqin's heart tightened and said, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you? Did you see something?"

Xiao Ling woke up in shock and saw Song Fengqin's nervous look on her face. He knew that she was afraid that she would get sick again. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I just felt a little uncomfortable in my neck. It should be because my cervical spine is not good. The doctor said that if the cervical spine is not good, you can raise your head more and move your neck. Mom, don't be so shocked and fussy."

Xiao Ling smiled while touching his neck, and then moved his head.

Seeing Xiao Ling say this, Song Fengqin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he spoke relaxed, his heart was full of thoughts and thoughts, even wondering if the building would collapse suddenly.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more afraid. Xiao Ling felt like he had a root on his feet and didn't dare to go home at all.

He was thinking about some excuse not to go home for the time being, but suddenly he found a flash of sight. The pale hand that was originally floating on the building suddenly fell down and suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xiao Ling felt cold in his heart and instinctively retreated.

He knew that although this big hand looked real, he could not touch it.

When he first saw it, he used a broom to wipe and penetrated it directly through the big hand. It seemed that this big hand was just his illusion and a false existence.

But this time, the big hand suddenly appeared in front of him, faintly carrying some indescribable force, suffocating him.

All this happened in an instant. Xiao Ling opened his mouth slightly, feeling suffocated, and instinctively wanted to shout, but the big hand that was hit suddenly disappeared.

The discomfort disappeared and everything returned to normal. The scene just now seemed to be true or illusion.

Xiao Ling seemed to suddenly wake up from a nightmare, and Song Fengqin beside her was full of worry.

In her eyes, her son is somewhat different from a normal person, and perhaps his condition has not been completely cured.

Xiao Ling thought that the sudden disappearance of his hand might mean that the danger was lifted, and it should be fine for the time being.

Next, enter the door and take the elevator home. The journey is safe and no accidents happen.

"It seems to be a false alarm, but what does this big hand suddenly appear and disappear suddenly mean? Is my uncle's car accident a coincidence or is it really because of the big hand?"

Although Xiao Ling stayed at home, he was thinking all afternoon and felt a little uncomfortable.

Although the big hand disappeared, it does not mean it will not appear again. Who can be sure whether the big hand will suddenly appear and float above the building again?

He was not only afraid that something would really happen, but also afraid that it would implicate Song Fengqin.

Fortunately, there were no accidents in the afternoon, Xiao Ling felt hungry and remembered Xiaojiang fried noodles not far from the community.

He likes to eat this fried noodles very much. He often went to eat it before, but he didn't eat it for so long. Now he is hungry. He suddenly missed the fried noodles at this restaurant. He said to Song Fengqin, asking her for some money and then went out.

Song Fengqin was worried about her son and wanted to accompany him, but Xiao Ling refused.

Seeing that Xiao Ling insisted on being alone, Song Fengqin was afraid of irritating him and did not dare to force him anymore.

On the one hand, Xiao Ling wanted to go out to eat fried noodles, and on the other hand, he wanted to look outside the building again. He was afraid that his big hand would appear in a place he could not see again, and he felt that he was really going to become a madman.

If this matter is not resolved, he feels like he has a heart disease and cannot feel at ease with whatever he wants to eat.

After going downstairs, Xiao Ling did not go out immediately, but took a deep breath, then stepped out, and looked up at the same time.

Almost as soon as he looked up, he saw a magnifying black shadow pressing down above.

He was shocked and instinctively flashed to the side.

With a bang, a loud noise came from his ears, and a flower pot with flowers hit the ground at his feet, splitting and mud and tiles splashing everywhere.

Xiao Ling's face was as pale as paper, and he looked up and looked up.

A pale big hand floated quietly above the sky, and five huge fingers were bounced slightly, as if mocking.

He looked down at the flower pot that was smashed at his feet. As soon as he dodged a little later, he would hit his head for half a second, and the flower pot would fall down at this height. His skull would probably be broken, and even his brain would be splashed out.

Within a day, Xiao Ling's back was covered in cold sweat, and his palms and forehead were sweating.

If I hadn't just been full of vigilance and looked up as soon as I went out, I wouldn't have noticed that there was a flower pot on it, and now I'd died.

Once, maybe it was an unexpected coincidence, twice in a row, Xiao Ling could never regard this as a coincidence again.

Looking up the building, he couldn't see who the flower pot fell from. Many houses placed flower pots on the balcony. It seemed that the flower pots of which one fell accidentally, but Xiao Ling already understood that this was a terrible force in the dark that was controlling all this.

Its purpose is to kill yourself and take away your life.

He was really targeted, as Zhou Kesheng said, maybe... he is doomed.

"This cannot be an illusion. Is there really a kind of power in this world that is supernatural?"

"Is it really like what Zhou Kesheng said that the world I see is real?"

Xiao Ling's whole body was trembling slightly.

He could escape the death disaster once or twice, but he had no confidence that he could be lucky forever. Perhaps he would die in the next seemingly unexpected accident.

"What should I do... What should I do?" Xiao Ling murmured to himself. Faced with this supernatural mysterious power, he felt powerlessness and insignificantness. An indescribable terror tightly captured his heart, making him feel a numbness in his scalp just after thinking about it.

Suddenly, he thought of Zhou Kesheng and what he said before leaving.

"He gave me a number before leaving, so I asked me to think it through and contact him... Yes, since he said this to me, does he have a way to solve it?"

Xiao Ling thought of the business card that Zhou Kesheng gave him, and thought that when he left the hospital, he wanted to throw it away several times, but he finally stayed.

Without caring about eating fried noodles again, Fang Ye turned around and ran back. This time he was lucky and escaped again. Next time he appeared that pale big hand, what kind of disaster would be waiting for him?

Can you escape the next disaster?

When she got home, Song Fengqin was a little surprised: "You'll be back so soon?"

"I'm back when the fried noodles restaurant didn't open."

Xiao Ling said as he arrived at his bedroom and soon found Zhou Kesheng's business card from his bag with his mobile phone number on it.

Xiao Ling took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Then he locked the door and picked up his cell phone before he pulled out the phone according to the mobile phone number on his business card.

He didn't want Song Fengqin to hear it, so as not to let her be suspicious again.

He stood in front of the bedroom window, staring at the tall buildings outside, and actually thought about everything in his mind that he would call him later. How to tell Zhou Kesheng about this bizarre and strange thing?

"Hey, hello."

Soon, the phone was connected and Zhou Kesheng's voice came from inside.

"Director Zhou, I am Xiao Ling." Xiao Ling was busy reporting his name.

"Oh, it turns out it's Xiao Ling. Is there anything wrong with me?"

Xiao Ling held the phone and lowered his voice: "Director Zhou, you told me at that time... that it was targeting me and I was doomed. What does it mean?"

Zhou Kesheng's voice was heard from the phone: "Do you still need to say what does it mean? You should have a deep understanding now."

Xiao Ling gritted his teeth, cursing the old guy in his heart, and whispered: "I left the hospital, my uncle drove to pick me up. I originally would take the back of the car, but because... Fortunately, I didn't take it, my uncle was in a car accident. The carriage behind the car was completely crushed. If I were sitting in the car at that time, it would have been crushed into a meat pie."

"Just just now, I was almost hit by a flower pot that fell from the upstairs. In the past half day, two accidents almost killed me. Dean Zhou, what you said, if I think it through, I can come to find you."
Chapter completed!