Rules-based ghost talk game

Chen An walked downstairs with a gloomy face.

Allen followed behind, constantly pestering him.

These just make Chen An feel irritated.

"Dear Ann, story points, I can give you story points, five hundred, no, one thousand! If you agree, I will choose to enter the third game, and I can give it to you after the end!"

Alan Moretti's voice was urgent and pleading.

"I really like her, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life!" Ellen Moretti shouted: "I really mean it!"

Chen An walked down the stairs. He didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

"This is impossible." Chen An turned his head and said coldly. Then, he looked at the three women and whispered: "Beautiful ladies, let's go home."

...

...

"What did Allen say to you upstairs? You look very angry?" After returning home, Ding Ping blinked and looked at Chen An in confusion: "What is he sincere about?"

Chen An looked at Ding Ping, his voice became louder, and he shook his head: "Nothing, you are right, he is a pervert. In fact, he wanted to bribe me to pursue you."

Ding Ping blinked her eyes and chuckled: "I see, it seems that Xiao Chen An is jealous."

Chen An's face stiffened for a moment, and he looked at Miao Luoying who went upstairs automatically...and Xue Yuer who ran up after changing her slippers. He said maliciously: "It's just that Allen makes me feel sick. If he really pursues

A person should be upright and not play tricks behind his back."

Ding Ping patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, no more joking. The world of this story is scary and weird. Who is still in the mood to fall in love? Even if you are living so peacefully now, you don't know if you will survive tomorrow.

Woolen cloth."

...

That night, Chen An had a nightmare.

Perhaps it was because the visual impact he felt in Allen's house was too great, and he did not sleep soundly.

He felt restless no matter how he positioned himself on the bed, and his mind was a little hazy. In the blur, he seemed to dream that he had become the size of an ant.

Immediately afterwards, I was walking helplessly in the house, and was crushed by Yin Qiaoxian, who had just woken up and was not wearing shoes, with her smooth "big" feet!

It was as if he woke up from a nightmare, but in a trance he saw countless women's feet. Those white and tender feet seemed to appear out of thin air, and kept stepping on his body and face!

It wasn't until the morning sun shone on the linen quilt that Chen An suddenly woke up. After confirming that this was not a dream, he realized that his back was already wet.

"Damn it Alan, this is such a nightmare."

Chen An took out two pieces of toilet paper on the bedside and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He stood up, picked up the water glass and drank it in one gulp.

Later, I felt that my mind was still a little cloudy and I was not clear enough.

"It's been a stupid day without any rest."

Muttering in his mouth, he opened the door and walked towards the bathroom on the second floor, ready to take a shower. His body was sticky with sweat and he felt so uncomfortable.

By chance, Xue Yuer'er was barefoot and wearing a pink skirt and pajamas, yawning and pushing open the door.

Chen An saw her white, tender and red feet at a glance, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Hey, master, good morning!"

When Xue Yuer saw Chen An maliciously, she immediately stood up and bowed with sleepy eyes.

"In the future, you must... wear socks and shoes at home to avoid catching cold."

Chen An looked at Xue Yuer's malicious intent, frowned slightly, and said in a low and serious voice.

Xue Yuer'er was startled maliciously, and she said: "Okay, Master."

Chen An sighed slightly in his heart. He suddenly remembered that when he was first in Dalin Mountain, Yin Qiaoxian didn't wear shoes at that time.

Running barefoot in the Dalin Mountains.

These are not habits.

After walking into the bathroom and taking a quick shower, Chen An wore a new white shirt, wiped his hair and walked downstairs.

"I feel much better. Not having a good night's sleep is too torturous." Chen An yawned and glanced at the table in the living room where the three women were eating breakfast.

Seeing the white bread, butter and coffee on the table, Chen An felt a little relieved.

"Morning." Ding Ping said weakly.

Chen An blinked, sat on a chair, picked up a piece of white bread and spread butter on it, looking at Ding Ping strangely.

There were faint traces of dark circles under Ding Ping's eyes.

"Didn't you have a good rest yesterday?" Chen An asked.

Ding Ping took a sip of coffee angrily and said: "Yes, I had a nightmare all night! Oh my God! I actually dreamed that when I was still in reality, for a year or two at that time, my father gave me

I hired a foreign language teacher, who told me that I was lying down even when I was lying down, and started teaching me eighteen languages."

Ding Ping held her forehead and looked a little desperate: "Oh my God, that was the biggest nightmare in my life. I dreamed about it again last night."

Miao Luoying on the side also asked doubtfully: "You also had nightmares? Me too... I dreamed of my father, as if I was there at the time..."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.

Xue Yuer, who was on the side, heard the words maliciously. She suddenly widened her eyes and said, "Are you all having nightmares? Me too!

I dreamed about the things I had experienced before! I don’t want to remember them at all!”

Her voice trembled slightly, and she even forgot her current identity and no longer deliberately pretended to be a maid.

Chen An's heart sank slightly as he listened to the three women's words.

His eyes were a little frozen, something was wrong...

If... I have a nightmare, I can explain it by the stimulation I received from Alan Moretti yesterday. It is a coincidence that the two of them had it at the same time.

Those four people had nightmares at the same time, which seemed very strange.

"I also had a nightmare." Chen An swallowed the bread and said in a serious voice: "Three of you, this is not normal. We have nightmares at the same time. Does it mean an attack by the mutants?"

The three women were slightly startled.

Chen An then pondered: "Well...but...as far as I know, or judging from the names of the paths, at the grotesque level, there is no professional name related to nightmares."

He held the slightly hot coffee cup in his right hand, thinking.

"Is it an evil spirit? But all I know is that evil spirits can turn into ghosts and can channel spirits. This has nothing to do with nightmares."

Miao Luoying said: "The feared name of the mutants who follow the path of the twisted eye is 'dream walker', and 'dream walker' can travel through other people's dreams and create nightmares and provide psychological suggestions."

Chen An shook his head slightly and asked doubtfully: "You mean the 'Dream Walker' that you think is a fear level? This shouldn't be..."

Mainly regarding the "Twisted Eye" path, Brother Scar told himself that this is one of the two complete paths mastered by the Night Palace.

The strange origin of this path is rarely spread outside.

Not to mention the "fear level" mutants.

If there was such a existence in Soft City, Brother Scar would definitely tell himself.

"Perhaps we can look for clues from dreams?" Ding Ping suggested: "What we dream about are things we have experienced before and don't want to recall. Hey, Xiao Chen An, what did you dream about? Memories looking back?”

When Chen An heard this, his expression froze.

"I think we should think from another angle. Dreams are just a way of torturing people. Does it mean that someone wants us to become weak and have a bad mental state?"

Chen Anyi changed the topic seriously.