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    In front of him is a familiar bed, a bed frame made of pine wood, and there is a round knot at the foot of the bed against the inner wall. He scratched off the black core in the middle when he was a child, and it looks like a scorpion.  Fierce chicken eyes.

    In the dream, the person who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets was not himself, Cao Fugui had a point in his mind.

    Unlike yesterday when he fell into a dream unexpectedly, this time, he had some experience, and even had a vague feeling that this dream was like someone else's "dream", somehow entered his own head.

    After waking up but unable to wake up, Cao Fugui had no choice but to follow the person in the dream, rummaging around in his room depressed and worried.

    The "person in the dream" should not be very old. In the dream, you can't see "his" face, but you can see "my" hands. Those skinny dirty hands are scarred, but they are extremely flexible. "He" is calm.  Turned everything over, as if looking for something.

    Cao Fugui knew that there was nothing of value in his house, and it would be difficult for the thief who broke into the house to find out.

    When those hands were turning up the bed, they stopped suddenly, as if they had found something, "he" took out a small cloth bag from the corner of the bed, and opened it carefully.  A finger wrench with traces of blood.

    Cao Fugui was taken aback, very surprised, he clearly remembered that he broke that finger into three pieces?  How can you turn it out from under the bed?

    The "he" in the dream seemed to be satisfied after finding this thing, stuffed the wrench into his arms, and left soon.

    Cao Fugui hummed hard, trying to wake himself up, when the dream suddenly darkened, and the smell of blood spread, the house in front of him was no longer familiar, but suddenly turned into a muddy firewood hut, with firewood scattered in disorder  On the ground, a thick firewood was stained with blood and was being thrown in front of "him".  "His" eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was in sharp pain, someone was shouting something, his ears were buzzing but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

    "He" seemed to be lying on the ground, unable to move, the muddy ground in front of him suddenly moved, and the big firewood with a bloody end was getting farther and farther away from "him".

    Cao Fugui was terrified in his heart. Although he knew it was not him, but being dragged in by such a real "dream", it was as if he was really beaten to death. Tai Te Niang was terrible!  There was a pulling force on his feet, and Cao Fugui suddenly woke up in the "dream". The ground was not moving, but someone was dragging "his" legs and pulling them out.

    "He" hooted, his hands were firmly on the ground, but he couldn't resist the other people's dragging at all, and only scratched a few long bloodstains on the mud.

    Depressed cries and furious shouts intertwined in my ears, someone carried "him" on his back, and walked up the mountain road in the dark night.

    Heavy wheezing and wheezing rang in his ears, and the smell of blood and sweat smelt his nostrils. Although he knew clearly in his heart that this was not what happened to him, Cao Fugui was still so frightened that his hairs stood on end, as if he was being crushed by a ghost.  I was crushed to death, but I couldn't wake up.

    Mother, wake up!  Cao Fugui, wake up so fast!

    However, the world in the dream did not listen to his wishes at all, that "he" was carried up the mountain, and in front of a col, "he" was thrown down a deep valley

    The world was spinning, the eyes were pitch black, the branches broke, the rocks hit and shattered, and then there was a dull landing sound, the limbs and bones were excruciatingly painful, and the smell of blood immediately permeated.

    "Aooooooo¡ª"

    Cao Fugui struggled in cold sweat, and finally woke up from the "dream" that was both others and himself.

    Too, Tete is scary!

    The vivid scenes and encounters in the dream were still revolving in his mind, and the cold sweat soaked the cloth shirt, and he broke free from the dream with a surge of cold air.  Thinking of the unbroken finger in the dream, Cao Fugui jumped up from the bed, felt under the quilt, took out the small cloth bag he stuffed in it during the day, opened it with shaking hands, and found that the inside was still broken.  The broken jade in three pieces looks quite different from the unbroken "finger puller" in the dream with only a few bloodstains.

    Holding his beating heart, he let out a long breath, weakly rewrapped the finger, and stuffed it back on the bed.

    It's okay, it's just a nightmare.

    But why is this dream so weird, so real?  !

    The whole day's nightmare was a bit evil, Cao Fugui wondered, could it have something to do with the wrench he snatched?  I heard that some jade objects were stolen from the tombs of the ancestors by grave diggers, and they would be tainted with evil spirits. Could it be that these objects are also ghost artifacts with no serious origin?

    He had heard the story of ghosts and ghosts, and the story of tomb robbery hurting the yin, he had heard it from the old man in the village before., but also to put on an iron face.

    The relationship between Lao Cao's family and him is not bad, but he is not willing to touch this bad luck easily.

    A bowl of sweet potato porridge per person is served on the table, and a bowl of dark and yellow mustard pickle heads are chopped into pieces for dinner. These are still pickles in the team. Yingzi went to help and brought back a few pickle heads as welfare.  House's.

    The women who are in charge of the house fill up the strong laboring men in the family, and the porridge is also thick. The women use thinner soup with a little more ingredients, and the portion is smaller, and the children are the same.  Although Cao Fugui didn't go to work, Grandma still gave him a full bowl of thick porridge.

    The second aunt, Wang Liuzhi, glanced at her nephew's bowl, looked at her own Baofeng sipping the thin soup in the bowl, and then thought about how it was distributed in the same way when the family started a business in the past.  Down.

    Although my mother-in-law is partial to the elder nephew, she is generally sensible and easy to do on weekdays. Most of the subsidy is the money and things sent by his third uncle.  Bear with it, bear with it until the eldest nephew gets married and starts a business, then he can be separated out, and then he will be willing to post more things for him. You can't be a nephew like a leech, leaning on your uncle to suck blood for a lifetime, right?  ?  !  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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