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Chapter 4 Manzhushahua

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    Chapter Four: Manjushahua

    "What way?" I asked.

    "I can set up a game, let you enter your dream, find your dream fairy, and talk to him about what he wants to pester you. If he refuses to tell you his identity, you can find a way.  Pull off his clothes and see if there is a red manjusawa mark on his back, if there is, then he is the one who ran out of that room." The old man spoke to me very seriously  replied.

    After I heard it, I asked again: "What if there is no one?"

    Unexpectedly, at this moment, the old man's face became extremely solemn: "Xiao Wei, when you were born, your grandma hugged you to my temple, and asked me to do a divination for you. Your horoscope is Sizhu Jiamu  Pure Yang fate, things that are not good enough, can¡¯t get close to you, if something ran out of that room, at least we know its origin and have a way to deal with it, but if it¡¯s not"

    The old man did not continue to speak the following words, but I also heard an indescribable fear from his words, which made my heart tense up instantly.

    "It doesn't matter, no matter who he is, I am willing to try." I replied firmly to the old man.

    Only then did the old man nod to me, and then he took out a broken bowl from his rag bag and put it on the table, poured half of the tea, and then took out a blank yellow talisman  , Draw a talisman on it like flowing clouds and flowing water, and after burning, sprinkle the ashes of the talisman into this broken bowl for me to drink.

    Afterwards, he let me lie on the bed where my grandma slept before she was alive, took out a string of several meters long red thread full of wind chimes, and wound it around the bed twice before saying to me: "In a moment, you fall into a dream  , there will be a string of red bells in your hand, you have to find a way to cover this bell, don't let him see it, otherwise he will find that you are a dream entered by magic, and there will be danger, but if you encounter danger inside,  Or if you want to get out of the dream, you can silently recite the wind chime to get out of the dream, and the bell will bring you out of the dream."

    "If I don't read these four words silently, will the bell ring?" I asked subconsciously. After the old man shook his head at me, I was relieved and closed my eyes.  When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already lying in a grass field.

    I hurriedly got up from the ground, slapped myself hard, and made sure I didn't feel any pain. This was in a dream, so I walked forward cautiously, looking around constantly, wanting to see the dream  Where is the fairy.

    But I didn't want to, at this moment, an ethereal and crisp sound of the piano suddenly came from a distance, and I subconsciously walked towards the direction of the sound, only to find that there was a building with two red lanterns hanging in front of me, which looked like an antique.  In the Ming and Qing dynasties, four men dressed as servants and dressed in black and blue clothes stood in front of the house. Looking at them from a distance, I saw that the faces of these four men were all pale, with two smears of red blush and bright red.  The red lip color is weird.

    I was just wondering, how could there be a man with such makeup, and when he looked closely, his scalp would explode in shock!

    Where are these four people?

    It is obviously the kind of paper doll that is burned for the dead!

    What was even more frightening was that one of the paper figurines saw me approaching, so he mechanically stepped forward and said to me: "Master has been waiting for a long time, please come this way, miss."

    A paper man with stiff movements suddenly came alive in front of me, not to mention how scary it was, I wanted to leave here, but when I remembered my purpose when I came, I still stopped and followed the paper man  go in.

    The more I walked into the house, the darker the sky above my head became, as if I entered a door and entered the night from day, the wind kept whistling from beside me, but there was no moonlight above my head, as if the whole world was shrouded in darkness  Among them, the only remaining light is the big red lantern held by the paper figurine.

    But although the lantern is glowing red, it makes the surrounding scene even more weird and unpredictable. If it wasn't for me in a dream, I would really think that I had entered the underworld.

    The paper figurine stopped slowly in front of a wooden door, half-bent stiffly, and made a gesture of invitation to me. Only then did I realize that the sound of the piano was really coming from behind this door.  The man in my dream is playing the piano?

    I pushed the door open nervously, but the moment I pushed it open, I was so startled by the scene in front of me that I opened my mouth and couldn't speak.

    In front of the door and behind the door, there seem to be two worlds. One garden pond is full of lotus flowers, a rockery stands in the center of the garden, a clear spring flows slowly here, and a man in white is facing me sideways.  , sitting in the tea pavilion.

    If it is said that outside the door, it is as lifeless as the underworld, then the spring scenery behind the door has long been unstoppable, especially when sitting in the tea pavilion.The man playing the qin was graceful, with the wind blowing his sleeves, exuding an aura of exiled immortals all over his body, like a statue of a god that fell from the sky. No matter what, I couldn't connect him with the murderer who killed my grandma.

    Coupled with his peerless grace, as if meticulously carved, flawless handsome face, calm and calm but not less charming, even if he looks back and smiles Bai Meisheng, the six palaces of pink and black are all set on him,  I feel indescribable.

    I couldn't help being a little stunned when I saw it, and I couldn't believe that such a man would appear in my dream and do that kind of thing to me

    As soon as the sound of the piano fell, the man gently raised his cold eyes, and asked in a cold voice: "Have I seen enough?"  He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, but he spoke again, and said to me in that deep and pleasant voice, "Come here."

    As soon as his words fell, my feet seemed to be not mine, and I walked towards him on my own, until I walked in front of him, and he told me to sit down, but I still didn't dare to raise my head  To see him.

    after all¡­¡­

    The two times I dreamed about him before, I was very shy, and my consciousness was extremely hazy. This is the first time I have officially "meeted" him, how dare I raise my head?

    But my jaw hurt at this moment, and after he gently stretched out his hand, raised my jaw, and forced me to look at those cold eyes that were bottomless, he asked me aloud: "What are you doing?"  How did you find it here?"

    I was breathless when he asked, and I couldn't help feeling a little panicked. Could it be that he had discovered long ago that I entered the dream only after the old man cast a spell?

    Before I had time to think about it, I subconsciously said: "How can I find it? I found myself here as soon as I fell asleep. Who are you? Why have I dreamed of you for three consecutive days?"

    When the man heard my words, he showed a slight smile, lowered his head slightly, almost rubbing my cheek, and said in my ear: "Who am I, didn't I already answer you last time?"

    Upon hearing this, my face blushed for a while, and the four words he replied to me on the bed that night suddenly appeared in my mind: "Your man."

    Thinking of this, I hurriedly replied: "But you answered yes, and you didn't even tell me your name. What if I forget you in the future?"

    The man's face sank in an instant, and he gently rubbed my neck with his fingertips, like a knife blade, against my neck, and uttered a very threatening voice: "How dare you?"

    Even though I only answered my two words, I was so frightened that my face turned pale for an instant, and I shook my head violently at him. When he saw my reaction, he gently retracted his fingertips, and touched it with a seemingly incomparable caress.  On my cheek, a sentence came back: "I am your man, but you are just my pet, so, what is my name, you have no right to know."

    I didn't expect that he would say this to me. I couldn't hold back, so I asked him: "Playing pet? Since I am your playing pet, you can just play with me. Why do you want to kill me?"  Killed my grandma and hurt my family!"

    "Your grandma?" He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about who my grandma is. A few seconds later, when he remembered, he replied in a tone full of disdain: "You mean,  That old woman who got in the way?"

    "It really is you who attacked my grandma!"

    As soon as I heard him confess, I couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed towards him, suddenly wanting to lift the piano on the table and fight him hard. After all, no matter how patriarchal my grandma is, she is also my grandma.  Now that I am dead, how can I not avenge her?

    But when he saw that I moved the qin on the table, his expression changed instantly. Before the qin in my hand hit him, he hit my chest with a palm, and in an instant, he slapped me.  After flying a few meters, the piano fell steadily into his hands.

    "Get off your dirty hands and get out." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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