Chapter 147 Sending warmth? (Please subscribe and ask for a monthly ticket)
“Hey, wake up... wake up quickly!”
“Why ask...what’s wrong with you...?”
< br>"Wake up! Don't scare me! Is a power bank that important?"
A girl's voice came to my ears, and this voice seemed familiar.
And there seemed to be something pressing on him, very light.
Although it is not heavy, it always feels so hard and jarring.
There was still a slight feeling of warmth running across his face, as if a small hand was caressing his cheek.
He Wenzhi's eyelids trembled slightly and he also moved his fingers.
Drowsily, he suddenly wondered, could this be a ghost pressing the bed?
What kind of monster is this that dares to press on my bed?
Look, I won’t accept you now!
My head, which was still a little groggy, suddenly became clear at this moment.
He Wenzhi suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.
As he raised his head slightly, He Wenzhi's face froze.
Good guy, I didn’t expect that I was really suppressed!
It’s just that what’s pressing down on me is not some monster, but this bold evildoer Han Yumeng!
This guy doesn’t know when he came. In short, he entered the room while He Wenzhi was sleeping, lifted the quilt at the same time, sneaked into the bed, and lay on He Wenzhi’s bed. on his body.
Her ear was placed on He Wenzhi's left chest, as if she was listening to the heartbeat.
When she felt the movement, she quickly straightened up and sat on He Wenzhi's waist.
"You finally woke up! I...I thought you were going to die just now..."
He Wenzhi's face darkened: "I thought you were going to die!"
"Are you having a nightmare?" Han Yumeng asked, and then said: "I kept hearing what you were shouting just now [my power bank, My power bank...], I saw something was wrong with your expression.
I quickly called you, but you still couldn't wake up..."
"So you did it again. You lifted my quilt, right?" He Wenzhi rolled his eyes, sat up, picked up the little Han Yumeng and put it aside.
"If you don't lift the quilt or climb up, how can I listen to your heartbeat?" Han Yumeng said seriously: "And isn't it just a power bank? Are you so excited? You have become like this in your dreams. I really I thought something was going to happen to you..."
He Wenzhi: "..."
Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with her.
Can the power bank that makes me care about be an ordinary power bank?
But then again, this little girl’s courage is really getting fatter and fatter!
In the past, the most I could do was touch my abdominal muscles and chest muscles secretly while I was sleeping.
Now he dares to lie directly on his body.
Thinking of this, He Wenzhi said: "Han Yumeng, do you know what it felt like when you were pressing on me just now?"
"I am so light, how can I feel?"< br>
“Then you see Is the small bench in the living room gone? It's lighter than you, right?" He Wenzhi pointed to the small wooden bench that the dog was dragging aside and chewing on. "If it was on top of you, you knew it would be. What does it feel like?”
"How does a wooden bench feel?" Han Yumeng tilted her head: "Isn't it just hard...you...!"
He Wenzhi smiled evilly, got up and got out of bed, ready to wash up. Fan.
When he walked to the door of the room, he suddenly turned around and said jokingly: "Have you been secretly eating papaya with milk recently? Let me tell you, that is useless."
" I won’t listen, I won’t listen!” Han Yumeng sat on the bed, grabbed the quilt and blocked her ears.
I am so angry that I am grinding my teeth!
It feels like the little tiger teeth are about to be worn down.
…………
In the bathroom, He Wenzhi was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.
He seldom dreams, especially after possessing the golden finger, he has even less time to dream.
The last time I had a dream, it seemed that it was the first time I experienced [looking for smoke and asking for directions].
As for the second time, it was last night.
But that dream last night, was it really just a dream?
He Wenzhi suddenly had this doubt in his heart.
In the dream, on the edge of the small lake that was dyed red by the "Crying Bride", the bloody knife-wielding man who suddenly attacked suddenly burst out of black and red after being beaten. Blood light.
In the bloody light, there was a thick and strange feeling.
At that time, He Wenzhi didn't think much about it, and just absorbed it as if he were fighting ghosts.
Then...
[Mental Power +10]
I was dreaming at the time, so I asked and didn’t think much about it.
After all, he was asleep at the time, and he didn't know it was a dream.
But is the increase in attribute points really just a figment in a dream?
At that time, He Wenzhi could clearly feel that the attribute points had really increased at that moment.
If it was a dream, then what happened to the real increase in attribute points?
And after the bloody man was beaten to death, the [Crying Bride] whose belly was cut open suddenly stood up again.
She looked like a puppet at that time, with both hands on her chest shaking as if she was holding something.
Her expression was even more strange.
The pale face was stained with blood, but he looked at the empty arms and smiled foolishly.
At this time, the weird little girl’s voice from the beginning appeared again.
[The Crying Bride]'s expression suddenly changed, and she anxiously began to sing the previous children's song.
While singing, she walked towards the depths of the forest.
He Wenzhi hurriedly chased after him, but at this time, the black and white fog completely enveloped the place, and nothing could be seen around him.
The bride left holding a baby that did not exist.
In He Wenzhi's eyes, the bride is a power bank.
He rinsed his mouth. This dream really made him confused.
[Crying Bride] Hasn’t it already gone back?
Because the game version is different, there may be some limitations that prevent her from showing her true strength.
Later she was greatly stimulated, and she finally broke out, but she went back because of it.
This is the result of everyone’s deduction at that time.
"Could it be that evil spirits have invaded my dream?"
The faucet was turned on, and tap water gushes out, making a gurgling sound, washing in the white wash basin.
He Wenzhi lowered his head, held cold tap water in both hands, and poured it on his face.
The cold touch gradually calmed down his slightly confused thoughts.
Looking at the bright sky outside, He Wenzhi wiped the water droplets off his face.
He raised his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and slowly relaxed his slightly frowned brows.
When he came to the living room, he sat at the dining table.
Looking at the table full of sumptuous meals, I thought it was the takeaway that Han Yumeng had ordered in advance.
"Han Yumeng, why don't you come over and eat together." He Wenzhi shouted.
"I'll eat a little while you sleep. Those are all prepared for you." Han Yumeng's voice came from the room.
"Okay, then I won't go out during the day today. Do you want to eat noodles? If you are hungry later, just tell me and I will feed you some."
"Okay. .”
Hearing Han Yumeng's answer, He Wenzhi started to feast, and then picked out a large piece of beef and threw it to the dog sitting next to him who was almost drooling.
At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and tapped the screen with his fingers.
He sent Li Ziru a text message and told him about the weird dream last night.
As a senior, he may be able to know something.
After eating, I cleaned up for a while.
He Wenzhi walked into the middle room.
In the dark room, the cold air rushed towards my face. I opened the drawer and took out a few sticks of incense. After lighting them, I put them in the incense burner.
Looking at the two urns in front of him, He Wenzhi asked: "Do I still smell anything today?"
Huang Xiaoyan: "Yes."
Han Yuluo: “It’s still very strong.”
He Wenzhi's eyelids drooped slightly, thinking deeply.
After a while, he looked at Han Yuluo's urn again.
"Han Yuluo, I'm going to divide your ashes bit by bit and put them in sachets. This will make it easier for you to follow me at any time in the future."
"Okay." Han Yuluo whispered. Then she said again: "Then Get two sachets and give the other one to Mengmeng. If you are not at home in the future, it will be convenient for me to accompany her."
" Okay." He Wenzhi nodded. , didn’t say anything more, but walked out of the room.
…………
He Wenzhi stayed at home for the entire next day and did not go out.
It’s just that Li Ziru never responded to the message. During this period, He Wenzhi even called him, but no one answered.
He may be resting, or he may be busy with something.
At night, He Wenzhi took Huang Xiaoyan for a walk in the Spring Market, trying to see if he could encounter any ghosts.
Just a few hours passed, and after finding nothing, he went home again.
I took a shower, lay on the bed, and fell asleep again without realizing it.
Black and white mist appeared around, a strange girl's voice sounded, and a beautiful woman's humming sound also appeared.
Finally the fog dissipated, and the same scene as last night appeared in front of us.
Through the forest path, there is the lake again, and the crying bride.
The thick smell of blood hit his nostrils, and an icy cold light flashed through. He Wenzhi turned around and punched him across the face.
Boom!
A loud noise came, as if something exploded, and blood mist filled the air in an instant.
[Mental Power +10]
He Wenzhi suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window.
It was still late at night and it was pitch dark outside.
The dark night sky, without nebulae, looked particularly depressing.
Looking at the phone, it was one forty-four minutes and forty-four seconds in the morning.
Li Ziru still did not reply to the previous message, nor did he return a phone call.
He Wenzhi sat on the bed, his eyes a little confused.
It’s that dream again, what’s going on?
Didn’t that evil spirit go back?
Did she really invade the dreamland and come every day to give away ten attribute points?
Send warmth on time?
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