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"Those who have hurt you but are still at large, I will help you bring them to justice. As for this photo, I will give it back to you now."

Guo Junjie reached out to take the photo, but unfortunately, the photo began to disappear before his hand touched it.

With a trace of helplessness on his delicate face, he looked at me and said: "Five years ago, there was a person just like you, holding a strange mobile phone in his hand and trying to stop the Buddha's plan, but he failed, and failed miserably. "

"People like me?"

"That's right, it's precisely because I discovered that you two are so similar that I treat you differently."

"Do you know that man's name?"

"He was also a student of Xinhu High School. There is probably information about him in the student records. The Double-Faced Buddha is not something you can deal with alone. There may be a glimmer of hope in finding him."

After Guo Junjie finished saying this, his eyes fell on the family portrait. His eyes were complicated, and he opened his mouth. In the end, he said nothing, and his body completely dissipated like flying pieces of paper.

The black rain stopped, the sky was spinning, and the terrifying Xinhu High School Laboratory Building was shattered like a mirror.

When Huang Xue and I opened our eyes again, we saw a lonely and empty city in front of us.

The smoke at my fingertips has not yet burned out, but the world around me is changing.

"Gone?" Huang Xue hadn't figured out what happened just now. The situation changed, and everything changed in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, it's all over." Yuan Chen Shensha was completely killed, the nightmare was solved, and this was Huang Xue's original dream.

I walked to Zichou's body. All the talismans on his body were destroyed and could not be used. After rummaging around, I only saw an octagonal token.

Zi Mao was able to break through the dream and escape because of this treasure. I held it in my hand: "It's very heavy. It shouldn't be made of iron."

I was about to put it into my pocket when suddenly a faint light shone on my palm. The family portrait of Yuan Chen Shen Sha in my hand disappeared, and two vigorous ancient characters - Yuan Chen - appeared on one corner of the octagonal token.

"What's going on? Why can this octagonal token absorb items related to the evil spirit?" I looked over and over again and found that the eight anise should correspond to the eight-character evil spirit. "Double-faced Buddha collects evil spirits just to light up this card?"

I always felt that the token in my hand was not a mortal thing, but there were too few clues to guess, so I had to put it away and prepare to ask Blind Man Liu later.

After searching everywhere with no results, I called Huang Xue to discuss the next step.

This time in the dream, the underworld show released two optional tasks, one is to ensure Huang Xue's survival, and the other is to find out the whereabouts of the ancient painting from twenty years ago.

"Now we have escaped from the nightmare, but this is your middle dream. If you want to return to the shallow dream and wake up, you still need to find your memory node."

"I understand, follow me. I still remember the general location of the old house." Huang Xue said with an expression that said, "I understand what you mean. But having said that, is this really my dream? Will it suddenly happen again?" What kind of monster pops up?"

She was suspicious and she didn't want to get too close to me, but she didn't dare to get too far away from me.

"Don't worry, they should be wiped out."

"Should it?" Huang Xue covered her forehead: "You'd better make sure again. I guess I won't dare to sleep alone in the next few days."

"You can find someone to accompany you. Don't you have many nurses on duty at Jingying Nursing Home?"

"Don't mention the nurse to me!" Huang Xue was like a wild cat with exploded fur: "I can have nightmares for days just thinking about that scene, you know? That nurse's head turned around and her neck could be stretched so long! "

She waved her hands and bared her teeth to describe the situation at that time. I smiled faintly. This kind of energetic conversation had almost never happened in Huang Xue's real life.

Dreams can reflect a person's feelings about the real world. A positive and optimistic person's dreams will be full of color; while a depressed person's dreams will be as empty and deserted as Huang Xue.

After walking through the whole city, Huang Xue and I came to a dilapidated residential building in the old city.

"Have you ever lived in a place like this?" The small building in front of me maintains the architectural style of twenty years ago. It is low and shabby, with dark yellow walls. There is a row of public faucets in the courtyard, and a few neatly parked cars under the building. bicycle.

Huang Xue's reaction to seeing the familiar buildings here was even more exaggerated than mine: "It's really not changed at all, it's exactly the same as it was twenty years ago."

Like a child who has not grown up, she ran to the bicycles, rang the bells one by one, and then stopped at the last bicycle.

"What's wrong?" I walked over curiously. The car next to Huang Xue was no different. A lot of paint had been rubbed off and the seat had a hole.

"This is Huang Boyuan's car." Huang Xue looked at the things and thought about them, and many dusty memories came to his mind: "The burden of the family fell on him alone. No matter it was cold or hot, he would ride this car everywhere."

I patted her soft shoulder gently, and she didn't dodge this time: "Let's go upstairs and have a look."

Huang Xue walked in front and ran to the third floor in one breath. When she saw the familiar door, she did not dare to open it.

"Don't be afraid, we're home." The door was ajar and unlocked. I glanced at Huang Xue and slowly opened the door.

A bitter and strong smell of Chinese medicine assaulted my nostrils. This was the only smell in the hut.

"Is there anyone?"

Huang Xue and I stood at the door and looked in, and soon a gentle and beautiful woman came from the back room.

The first time he saw this woman, Huang Xue almost shouted, and I quickly covered her mouth.

Women are knowledgeable and courteous with the gentleness and elegance unique to southern girls. I have also seen this kind of beauty in Huang Lan and Huang Xue.

"What is she going to do?"

The woman held a painting in her hand. She first burned it with fire and then cut it with scissors, but no matter how she destroyed it, after a while, the painting would always hang on the wall intact.

"Why are you doing this?" A man's voice suddenly came from the corner of the room. His face was blurred, he was dressed like a monk and a Taoist, but neither a monk nor a Taoist. There was a double-faced Buddha pendant hanging on his chest.

"Get out of my house!"

The woman pointed at the man and cursed, but the man did not retaliate. Instead, he persuaded her earnestly: "You have a rare destiny among a hundred thousand people. You are high in the sky, and you are destined to bring noble people. You are destined to be a general and a marquis. Why? Do you have to be so stubborn and ruin this dragon-rabbit marriage?"

The man's words surprised me. From what he meant, Huang Boyuan's destiny was not to be a noble person in Tianyi, but his wife Wanjun was the real noble person in Tianyi!

"Stop talking. I don't believe in fate, and there is no way I would do something as unconscionable as murdering my husband!" The woman held scissors and had a fierce personality: "Get out of my house! You are not welcome here!"

"Don't rush to answer. You can't survive more than seven days after being poisoned by my fatal poison. And if you don't agree, not only will you die, but your newborn daughter won't live long either." The man turned the rosary in his hand and pointed to the room. A cute baby girl: "My natal Yaoguang, the end of the Seven Stars, will not survive until the age of fifteen."

He seemed to be confident and felt that the woman would definitely compromise: "Think carefully, as long as you kill Huang Boyuan, dip your name in my scroll with his blood, and voluntarily engrave the fate of noble Tianyi, I will not only protect you in glory and wealth , you can also take action to change your daughter’s fate against the odds!”

"Get out! Get out!" The woman was very weak. After cursing a few times, she started coughing violently. The man wanted to say something else, but footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Who is it?" I turned around and saw the young Huang Boyuan walking upstairs sweating profusely with a bag of Chinese medicine.

He seemed invisible to me and Huang Xue, and passed between us.

"Boyuan, why are you back?" The woman was a little surprised and made a cup of tea for Huang Boyuan: "Has the prescription been sold?"

Huang Boyuan's face was sunburned, and he shook his head bitterly: "The other party is a liar, and he is not prepared to buy my prescription at all."

Even the air in the simple hut became solemn and somewhat depressing.

"Boyuan, my illness can't be cured. Save my daughter first." The woman gently pressed Huang Boyuan's shoulder: "She has just come into this world and has not seen a trace of beauty."

"Wanjun..." Huang Boyuan grabbed the woman's hand and put the medicine bag in his hand on the table: "Actually, I came back now just to tell you about this."

He opened the package of traditional Chinese medicine and found chopped medicinal residue inside: "This medicine is for clearing the heart and blood flow. No one can find anything strange just by looking at the ingredients."

"What do you mean?"

"One of the medicinal ingredients in the formula is Huang Xue. Huang Xue and Feng Jiu have the same shape, but their medicinal properties are completely different. I secretly replaced it with Huang Xue. As long as my daughter drinks this medicine, she will leave without any pain. We I won’t be caught by the police either…”

"Snapped!"

The loud sound made me grit my teeth even as I stood outside the door.

Huang Boyuan covered the red and swollen side of his face and looked at his wife, who was always gentle as water, with wide eyes: "Wan Jun..."

"Huang Boyuan, if you are still a man, don't say such things again! She is your biological daughter, don't let me look down on you!"