Suddenly, there was a feeling of the ground shaking and the mountains shaking around, Zhou Ze subconsciously lowered his center of gravity to prevent himself from falling.
However, he saw that the old Taoist in the bathroom was still holding on to his faucet and screaming;
Xu Qinglang who was on the sofa in the living room was still asleep, and seemed to feel nothing unusual.
Zhou Ze came to a sudden, only to realize that the earthquake was not really shaking, but because all the light and shadows around him were greatly deviated, creating an illusion of violent shaking.
All the reflective things around seem to come alive at this time, they become very active, and they actively want to mislead you and influence you.
This is a very unbelievable feeling, as if at this time you have been rejected by the entire environment around you, they are no longer dead things around you, they are no longer the utensils you trample on and use, they have their own Then instinctively start to reject you and hate you.
Zhou Ze opened his mouth, wanting to wake Xu Qinglang up, but when he yelled, Xu Qinglang continued to lie on the sofa and fell asleep, as if he didn't hear him at all.
No matter how much he sleeps to death, it is impossible for him to die like this.
"Old way!"
Zhou Ze called the old man again.
The old man was standing in the bathroom, he was still staring at his faucet and yelling, no matter how Zhou Ze called him, he didn't look back.
Gradually, Zhou Ze found that the figure of the old man was distorting, and Xu Qinglang's body was also distorting while sleeping on the sofa. He seemed to be in a distorting mirror room. An extremely painful visual impact.
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ze began to close his eyes. He is not a young boy who just became a ghost messenger. He has experienced ups and downs in the past six months. He knows that the first thing to do when facing this situation It is your own inner peace.
If the heart is as clear as ice, the sky will not be shocked!
However, as soon as Zhou Ze closed his eyes, he felt weightless under his feet, as if he was about to fall into the abyss of the cliff in the next moment.
This feeling often occurs when sleeping, and suddenly I have the illusion that I am falling, and then the whole person will tremble subconsciously and wake up quickly, and find that it is a false alarm.
But for Zhou Ze right now, this feeling lasted for a long time, and it became more and more intense.
Zhou Ze had no choice but to open his eyes, and the moment he opened them again, white lights burst out all around him, as bright as a car in front of you suddenly turned on its high beams at night.
After a moment of dizziness and loss of blindness, Zhou Ze found himself still standing in the living room when his vision regained clarity.
Everything around did not change much, as if everything just now was just an innumerable illusion, an illusion of colored glaze, but soon, Zhou Ze realized something was wrong.
The sofa was still the same sofa, but Xu Qinglang who was on the sofa was gone.
The bathroom is still the same bathroom, but the old man who urinates and bleeds in the bathroom is gone.
The furnishings are all there, and nothing has changed, but there is only myself left here, and only myself.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath, the light was on, but the brightness of the light was obviously not enough, it could even be said to be very low, making everything here seem very drowsy.
Walking into the bathroom, through the remaining cracked mirror on the wall, Zhou Ze suddenly saw the figures of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang in the mirror.
The old Taoist leaned against the wall, his face was terrified, his body was covered in blood, Xu Qinglang was beside him helping to watch, as if he was comforting the old Taoist.
Are they in the mirror?
Zhou Ze was a little dazed, and then, Zhou Ze saw Xu Qinglang helping the old man leave the bathroom, and he couldn't see them.
"Hey! Can you hear me?"
Zhou Ze yelled, but there was no response. Then, Zhou Ze exited the bathroom and walked into the living room. There was a huge photo frame in the living room, and there was an oil painting of Eight Horses in it. From the mirror, Zhou Ze saw In the living room, the old man was sitting on the sofa, and Xu Qinglang brought him a glass of water.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Qinglang lit a piece of talisman paper and melted it into the water cup, and handed it to the old Taoist to drink.
The old Taoist frowned in pain and drank the talisman water in one gulp, and then he kept breathing.
Zhou Ze couldn't hear their voices at all, he could only see their images and movements.
Until Zhou Ze saw himself in the situation screen, Zhou Ze's heart sank,
matter,
Really turned into an unimaginable node.
on the sofa.
Zhou Ze didn't move,
The other party reached out and took out a room card from himself.
"Hi, I wish you a pleasant meal." The waiter smiled.
This smile is the most pervasive smile Zhou Ze has ever seen in his life, and Picasso could not have drawn this effect.
There were not many people in the restaurant, but when Zhou Ze sat down, more and more guests began to come in to eat, which was exactly the same as yesterday's scene.
It's just that Zhou Ze was a bystander yesterday, but this time, he entered the game.
Didn't go to get food, just sat down again at yesterday's position, if this is the case, Zhou Ze really wants to look forward to whether Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao will also come through the hot spring pool.
Before Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao waited, Zhou Ze first waited for the family of three. They also sat down at the same place as yesterday, and the little girl sat first, while the parents went to get food.
Then,
The headless family of three stared blankly at the array of food in front of them.
"Hi, how are you all, we meet again." Zhou Ze was having fun.
However,
The family of three who had been unable to communicate before suddenly turned sideways to face Zhou Ze,
They have no heads,
It stands to reason that they cannot speak, after all, they cannot eat either,
But they made a sound, collectively made a sound,
Although there is only one simple word:
"Hi."
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ps: From today onwards, Long will participate in a grassroots charity activity of "Internet Writer", and will go to a mountainous and impoverished county. It is estimated that it will take more than a week. Long will try to update as much as possible;
Of course, if there is an unexpected situation that cannot be updated in time, Long will issue a single chapter to let everyone know in advance.
Don't panic,
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