Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He said, smiling like a devil.

A cold, cruel and crazy devil.

"What do you think will happen to your sister?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the picture of the dream changed.

When it came into his eyes, at that moment, it became extremely real.

It's so real, like it's actually happening in reality.

"...brother...brother..."

"Don't—don't—"

The poor and ignorant girl was surrounded by a group of ugly and disgusting fat men in the picture.

Lewd laughter, evil laughter.

The men took off their clothes and pants.

The girl was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with her limbs tied up.

The hemp rope was thicker than her arms. She was so frightened that she cried loudly but could not.

The picture is cruel and has been played with indiscriminately.

The clean white paper was stained and fell into hell forever.

She can never escape, she will be tortured forever, and she will be buried here forever.

A nightmare-like curse fell on her.

Everything is because——

"No...no...no..."

Lou Lingxiao shook his head, then shook his head, then shook his head again with distracted eyes.

I wanted to stop it, but my body couldn't move.

"No...no...no...don't...Mengzhu..."

"no, do not want--"

He woke up from his dream instantly.

The moment he opened his eyes, the surrounding environment was cold and white.

The vast expanse of white, for a moment, was like heaven.

A paradise without pain and sorrow.

His consciousness was sluggish, and between chaos and clarity, he could smell the smell of disinfectant in the air, biting and cold.

Like a poisonous snake, it wormed its way into his nasal cavity cruelly and flexibly.

The twisting invisible body was filled with threads and threads, filling his trachea and chest.

It was as if the whole body had become cold because of this and could not feel the temperature.

It turned into a corpse, a corpse with stiff limbs.

Unable to move, I could only feel that my soul was becoming more and more awake.

Sober and in agony.

He closed his eyes again and slowly opened them again. He could see nothing clearly except the bottle hanging directly above him.

The transparent bottle was almost half filled with an unknown liquid.

The liquid dripped down the hanging pipe, drop by drop, silently.

It was like a clock ticking his life, counting down bit by bit.

Timing his life, cold and ruthless.

"Doctor, how is my brother? Is it okay?"

In a daze, he heard sounds in the room.

It seemed to be coming from afar, with an empty echo.

Worried and eager.

"Don't worry, Ms. Lou. Mr. Lou is just weak due to lack of rest recently and has some hypoglycemia. There is no big problem."

"Then why hasn't he woke up yet? He has been sleeping for almost a day!"

"this……"

"elder brother!"

Lou Mengzhu suddenly saw something and rushed to the bedside.

"Brother, are you awake?"

woke up.

It's time to wake up.

Eyes open, motionless.

The person is awake, but it seems that his soul has been lost, and his eyes have no focus.

Empty.

So empty that only the skin remains and nothing else.

Lou Mengzhu's eyes were red and swollen, and he was about to cry again.

"Brother...what's wrong with you..."

"Don't be like this...don't scare me..."

She was afraid.

She was really scared.

Brother Shen Zhi didn't answer her call, and for some reason, he became like this——

She was like a child who couldn't take care of herself. She was at a loss and didn't know what to do. She could only cry.