I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"I don't know what to burn for me tonight."

Thinking of the girl selected by Gu Ling, Yang Shou lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

It's not uneasy either.

It's an excited sense of anticipation.

Since the dream of Zhao Maimai, life has changed too much.

While it's hard to see whether these changes are good or bad anytime soon, Yang Shou is at least one thing for sure.

He likes Zhao Maimai a lot.

I don't know how long it has passed, and there is another soft female voice in my ear, calling him softly.

Yang Shou smiled and opened his eyes, only to find that he was not in the cemetery, but in his room.

It wasn't Zhao Maimai who called him, but Reba who was lying on top of him.

"Brother Yang, the sun is drying your butt, it's time to get up."

Just fell asleep that night without dreaming?

It's not like Zhao Maimai's character.

It must have been delayed by something.

Yang Shou got up listlessly, and suddenly felt that he had nothing to do all day.

Hastily got up, hastily ate, hastily took the two girls for a day in the city, and then returned to the bed and hurriedly slept with them.

second night.

third night.

Fourth night.

...

For several days, I didn't dream of Zhao Maimai.

Yang Shou sat up straight from the bed with a serious face.

This is absolutely not the case.

That silly girl is not someone who gives up easily.

It was agreed to keep sweeping the grave, how could he not show up for so many days.

But counting the time, the weird dungeon will officially arrive after tonight.

Obviously not because of weird problems.

Was it delayed by something else?

Will there be any danger?

Yang Shou was worried, but fortunately, compared with before, he was not powerless.

In the novels and comics written by Zhao Maimai a few days ago, many abilities are not organized and cannot be used temporarily.

But there are also some, after a few days of digestion, completely turned into his background.

Like a world where time can be suspended.

Also like this one that is going to be used now.

Ability called Nightmare.

With the help of strange powers, through dreams, get in touch with others and become the master of dreams.

When the ability is maximized, it can even turn dreams into reality, and reality into dreams.

A terrifying ability is also applicable at this moment.

Yang Shou itself is eerie.

And he and Zhao Maimai have always had a dream connection.

The only problem now is that the world in which Ping'an Community is located is weird.

I don't know if I can break through the limitations of the world and use the ability of nightmare to affect the real reality.

"Just try and you will find out."

Yang Shou closed his eyes, a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

It was Zhao Maimai who entered his dream before.

Now he tries to enter Zhao Maimai's dream.

It is estimated that it will scare the little girl.

...

tired.

Getting tired.

Zhao Maimai's mental state has become very poor these two days.

On the one hand, it's because I'm busy.

Yanlong Kingdom officially organizes celebrities to appease the public, with a large scale and even greater momentum.

I can't count the number of days, activities I participated in, and interviews I received.

On the other hand, don't know what's going on.

In the hotel room, he obviously slept well, except for the bloody world dream that he was accustomed to, everything was normal.

But when I woke up the next day, I always felt exhausted and even worse.

"In any case, if you persist for another day, you can return to Jinghai the day after tomorrow."

"At that time, we can visit Brother Yang's grave again."

The official has notified that tomorrow is the last day of the event.

If nothing else, the stars are allowed to go their separate ways.

Zhao Maimai couldn't wait.

However, she also knew in her heart that the last day would not be so easy.

Because tomorrow is the time for the official arrival of the weird dungeon.

I don't know how many people will be randomly drawn into the dungeon.

How many people will come out alive.

Zhao Maimai's heart is heavy, but she knows that she is just an ordinary person, at most she is more famous.

Even if you don't want to see all this, you can't change anything.

It's useless to think too much.

You can only take one step at a time.

After all, she is not a trickster.

Dragging a tired body, we returned to the hotel.

Walk through the long and depressing corridor, stop at the door of room 404, and open the door.

An obvious cold air hits the face.

Faintly, it seemed to hear the voice of whispering.

It's just that when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything.

Zhao Maimai only thought that his tinnitus was due to exhaustion, and he didn't take it to heart.

Putting down her belongings and simply removing her makeup, she lay directly on the bed and was ready to sleep.

Really tired.

Don't want to do anything.

Drowsiness surged, and soon fell into sleep.

The familiar bloody world, the familiar corpses.

Zhao Maimai, who dreamed of all this, breathed steadily and did not respond.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The night gradually deepened.

Wait until the clock on the wall says midnight.

The interior of room 404 began to change rapidly.

Furniture, home appliances, and various hotel decorations disappeared one by one.

Accompanying them are simple writing desks and double-decker student beds.

The walls are mottled and dilapidated, and the ground is that kind of dark concrete floor that seems to be permanently stained with some kind of oil.

The dim moonlight shone into the dormitory for ten people, revealing eleven figures.

"Brother Yang?"

Seemingly dreaming of Yang Shou, Zhao Maimai muttered, then turned over and continued to sleep.

The bunk bed swayed and creaked in the dark.

The strangeness comes.