Chapter 829 Nightmare

Chapter 829 Nightmare

It is conceivable that Zeng Wei felt depressed. He obviously wanted to help his good friend untie his knots and resolve the misunderstanding between him and his girlfriend.

Unexpectedly, I got a little bit of a slap in the face, and was locked in the room in the end, so I am really a bitch.

He thought, Qiao Yu would always come to open the door after dinner.

Looking outside the window, the sun is just right, but I always feel that the room is cold, and I feel tired.

Last night's tossing, coupled with the frantic driving for most of the day today, both mentally and physically, have been seriously overdrawn. When my butt just touched the bed just now, I wanted to have a good sleep.

At this moment, I felt somewhat helpless, but I couldn't hold back my mind and body. The bed and pillows were so attractive, so I casually put my backpack on the bedside table next to me, put my clothes on and lay down, pulled up the quilt, and fell asleep right away.

But this time he didn't sleep soundly, he was always dreaming, dreaming that he was running around like a headless chicken in the woods before, and at this home again...but it was not the same as the simple and clean one he saw before. It's not the same, but it's very dilapidated everywhere, with cobwebs everywhere, and a pungent musty smell...

In the beating dream, he felt that he was in the pool where the female ghost bathed in the woods for a while, and then found himself in the house, and it was very humid everywhere. When he looked up, he found that there were big holes in the roof everywhere, and the cold rainwater It fell directly on him.

It was so cold, he instinctively wrapped the quilt tighter around his body, but he found that no matter how tightly he wrapped himself, he was still very cold, or even colder.

At this time, an erratic voice came faintly: "Wake up, wake up..."

this voice? It seemed to come from a dream, and it seemed that someone was shouting in his ear from the top of his head. When he listened carefully, he found that it was neither, but came from a farther place.

Zeng Wei felt very wet and uncomfortable, and wanted to wake up.

But he found that the quilt wrapped around his body was like kelp wrapped around his body layer by layer. Not only was it damp and smelly, but it also made him unable to move.

The erratic voice became more anxious: "Wake up, wake up, Zeng Wei, Zeng Wei..."

Zeng Wei exerted all his strength, as if breaking through heavy shackles, finally broke free from the shackles of the nightmare, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

When he wiped it, his body was drenched in cold sweat, and his T-shirt stuck to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

He thought he had finally gotten rid of that weird and uncomfortable nightmare, but he found that besides his clothes were soaked in sweat, the quilt he touched was also that...like feeling pulled out of a pickle jar ...This is not at all dry and soft when I touched it when I was sleeping.

Zeng Wei looked down subconsciously, and saw that the quilt he was holding had turned into a rag that could no longer see its original color at some point.

It was covered with thick dust, cobwebs, and moisture bugs crawled in and out of it. When he looked down, several bugs had already crawled onto his hands.

He yelled "ah", bounced off the bed like a conditioned reflex, jumped to the ground with a bang, and began to slap the bugs on his body non-stop.

He felt like bugs were crawling all over his body...

"Quick, get out of here... quickly go..."

The voice that woke him up from the nightmare still continued, fluttering, as if it was coming from all directions, or it seemed to be calling directly in his ear.

Zeng Wei finally calmed down and began to look around: "Who, who is talking?...Xiao Ke? Is it you? Xiao Ke..."

It was a female voice. Although it didn't sound like Xiao Ke's, there was only Xiao Ke's female voice here. Of course, he first asked if the other party was Xiao Ke.

As he looked around, he noticed that the sun outside had already turned into a moon. It seemed that what he thought was just a short nightmare had actually gone to sleep from past one in the afternoon to at least past nine in the evening. .

With the moonlight shining through the window, he finally got a clear view of the house.

Suddenly, a colder breath than in the dream just now swept across his whole body.

Damn, this, this is not the clean and tidy bedroom I saw during the day, it's just... just a half-rotten house.

That's right, "rotten".

First of all, the roof was broken into big and small holes, and the moonlight shone in every corner of the room.

The furniture had long since decayed and was very dilapidated.

And the bed he slept on just now, there is only one crooked bed board left, and there are two big holes in the bed board, it is a miracle that he didn't get stuck by those big holes when he slept on it before.

The wooden floor also lifted layer by layer, revealing the dark compartment below, and from time to time, various insects and ants quickly burrowed in under his alarm.

Even if he came into contact with the female ghost twice before, he was not as terrified as he was at this moment. He was so scared that he couldn't even scream, and then instinctively ran to the door.

Snapped--

The foot suddenly stepped on the air, and the foot sank into a hole.

Zeng Wei tried hard to pull it out. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something. He felt as if a dry hand was holding his ankle tightly, and he couldn't move it.

Zeng Wei felt that what he had experienced in the past two days had destroyed all the materialistic thoughts he had built up over the past thirty years to the point where there was not even a scum left.

In fact, it's not "feeling like", but there is really a blue-gray withered hand tightly grabbing his ankle...

At this moment, the voice that woke him up from the nightmare came again: "Quick, bite the tip of your tongue and spray it with blood..."

Now Zeng Wei didn't care to think about it so much, subconsciously bit his tongue... Hey, Emma, ​​this is too painful, but life is at stake, no matter how painful it is, I have to bite it down.

There was a salty feeling in the mouth, it must be bleeding, and regardless of whether the voice said it was true or not, the blood mixed with saliva and sprayed directly towards his feet.

It was obviously just a mouthful of saliva mixed with his own blood, but at this moment, in Zeng Wei's eyes, it was like sulfuric acid.

Puffs of green smoke burst out from where the bloody spittle splashed, and the icy drag force on the ankle was instantly loosened.

He quickly pulled his feet out, carefully paying attention to the sundries and holes under his feet, and walked towards the door.

Seeing the situation in the room, Zeng Wei thought of when he came in... He couldn't imagine why he could walk in so naturally and unimpeded at that time?

Even if there are those "dirty things" that can confuse oneself to a certain extent, but...these obstacles and holes really exist, don't they? Could it be that he got around bit by bit like this at the time? But I have no such impression at all.

Oh, by the way, and Qiao Yu.