Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 155

"Why do you have a father and a mother by your side, but I don't?"

Zheng Haiyang's voice came from the car radio.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out to turn the volume knob. He wanted to make the volume louder, but the noise of snowflakes also increased, causing the original sound to become blurred.

In the end, you can only choose the one that is centered, with the sound as loud as possible while ensuring that it can be heard clearly.

The front of the pickup truck was against the guardrail of the bridge. Because it had just entered the bridge and was not going very fast, there was no serious accident caused by the driver Tan Wenbin's sudden head hitting the steering wheel and losing consciousness.

Yes, that’s right, Tan Wenbin, fell asleep just like that.

Then, Tan Wenbin's voice began to come from the car radio.

Although there was only his voice, it was enough to make one imagine what he was experiencing.

Binbin returned to his past dream.

A major essential difference between illusions and dreams is that illusions are aimed at your current delusion, while dreams... can cover up your established cognition.

Many college students dream of returning to high school to take exams. They lower their heads and answer questions with great anxiety, and hand in the papers with trepidation and despair. After waking up from the dream, they suddenly realize that they have actually passed the college entrance examination, and then feel fortunate from the bottom of their hearts.

You will still have this kind of dream after you graduate from college, get married and have children, and even when you are older. Every time you have this dream, you will forget your current identity and situation and directly immerse yourself in the tense atmosphere of high school.

However, Li Zhuiyuan also heard some clues, such as Binbin's smooth fighting, his sweet talk with Zhou Yunyun, and his calmness in handling his father's funeral...

Even when faced with the sudden situation where his mother drank pesticide and went to the emergency room, he still remained calm in his bones.

The current Binbin is no longer suitable for his past "dream".

Under normal circumstances, he should have realized something was wrong and woken up from his dream.

But he couldn't wake up from this dream.

Li Zhuiyuan once speculated and simulated many of the dream ghost's strange and complicated methods, but it was not until things really happened that he realized that he was actually overthinking.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great skill is not skillful. The terrifying thing about the opponent may be the ability to force you into a dream.

The formation arrangement and feng shui layout that were pre-installed in Luoxin Island Amusement Park can further amplify the dream ghost's ability.

This alone is actually enough.

Pulling you into a dream and preventing you from getting out is like throwing you into a pot with firewood burning underneath. If one time doesn't work, try twice. If two times don't work, try three times... Sooner or later, you will be boiled into dregs.

The speed of time flow in dreams is obviously different from that in the outside world, because it can change your perception of time. When people are dreaming, sometimes a very long dream only ten minutes have passed when they wake up, and sometimes a very short dream only half a day has passed when they wake up.

For example, right now Li Zhuiyuan is just sitting in the car listening to the radio, while Tan Wenbin on the radio has already spent several days on the plot.

When the perception of time becomes blurred, watching it two, three, ten or even more times is actually no different from watching it once.

Overwriting Tan Wenbin's cognition of the past time and time again, and letting Tan Wenbin experience this dream cycle again and again, all the thorns and incompatibilities in Tan Wenbin's body will be polished away.

In fact, the fact that Tan Wenbin was able to remain relatively calm during this time and handle things decently, as well as making fun of Tan Yunlong's portrait, was in itself a testament to his own qualities that allowed him to withstand the impact of this dream.

First remove the thorn and turn him back into the sophomore Tan Wenbin, then soften him and let his mentality gradually move towards cowardice and fear, and finally... defeat him.

After defeating your self-consciousness, you will become the most obedient puppet. The dream ghost only needs to transform into the simplest image and give you a little bit of grace and warmth, and you will regard it as your savior.

This kind of puppet is more reassuring than a lackey, because it is not controlled by external forces, but is purely reshaped by its own inner self to adapt to you.

Simple... yet extremely effective.

However, after hearing the end, especially when Zheng Haiyang actually appeared in the hospital and his last two words were actually spoken over the radio, Li Zhuiyuan realized something was wrong.

Previously, the radio was filled with Tan Wenbin’s one-man show.

Now, there is one more person’s voice drama.

Zheng Haiyang shouldn't have appeared in that plot context because it was too early.

Tan Wenbin should be allowed to spend more time with Zheng Fang, and watch Zheng Fang recover as before, and see the love between mother and son, and finally... she passes away after failed rescue efforts.

Zheng Haiyang's appearance at this time seemed very abrupt, and the sudden distortion of Zheng Haiyang's image was also very illogical.

There has always been a thorn in Tan Wenbin's heart, and that is witnessing Zheng Haiyang's death with his own eyes.

The dream ghost should not give up on making good use of this thorn. In fact, it did so. The first thing Tan Wenbin did when he entered the dream was to save Zheng Haiyang.

But it’s wrong to do this. You are simply destroying the sense of immersion in the dream.

The tragedy of Zheng Haiyang's family involves the turtle at the bottom of the sea. If you let Zheng Haiyang behave like this in front of Tan Wenbin, it is equivalent to constantly stimulating Tan Wenbin psychologically and making him think of that turtle.

Li Zhuiyuan even suspected that Tan Wenbin had actually seen the "turtle" in his dream.

It was from that night that Tan Wenbin officially made up his mind and completely accepted the name "Zhuangzhuang" given to him by his grandfather. He joined his and Runsheng's team in order to avenge Zheng Haiyang in the future.

In other words, Zheng Haiyang's performance will gradually stimulate Tan Wenbin's awakening, making him think of the corpse retriever, the Dragon King... and himself, Brother Xiaoyuan.

Moreover, it was obvious that the plot on the radio had slowed down at this time.

Tan Wenbin seemed to have seen some horrific scene and started to run away;

Zheng Haiyang followed closely. No matter where Tan Wenbin hid, he would catch up to him and tell him about his grievances and unwillingness.

The two of them seemed to treat the hospital as a separate "playground" and played a game of cat and mouse.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that if he continued to play, it would force Tan Wenbin to fight back instinctively, and then he would remember more memories that should not have appeared in the context of this dream.

Yin Meng: "What on earth is going on?"

Runsheng: "Why do I feel that Zhuangzhuang's dream is a little strange?"

Lin Shuyou: "Will it be dangerous if Brother Bin continues like this?"

The voices of the other three companions in the car rang in Li Zhuiyuan's ears.

Li Zhuiyuan remained silent, expressionless.

Earlier, when Tan Wenbin suddenly fell asleep at the steering wheel, they were very anxious, but they were still within the normal framework.

But now, their performance has been slightly distorted.

Li Zhuiyuan hadn't said a word since Tan Wenbin fell into a coma. During the entire radio broadcast, he had done nothing except reaching out to adjust the volume.

No one even took any approach to try to wake up Tan Wenbin.

Logically speaking, this kind of reaction of yours will make other people in the team remain quiet, no matter how worried and anxious you are.

So, they are now asking questions on behalf of others.

Li Zhuiyuan leaned sideways and rested his head against the car window.

It’s you, Meng Gui, you don’t know what happened?
This is really interesting.

Too bad I can't laugh.

At the last meeting, Li Zhuiyuan said that he was not sure whether everyone present at the next meeting would still be the same people.

In fact, they didn't even make it to the amusement park. From the moment they got on the yellow pickup truck and set off, Li Zhuiyuan had already conceded that his companions in the car had been replaced.

Faced with their questions, I certainly would not do any analysis or explanation.

Even though Tan Wenbin was sleeping in front of him, there was a high probability that he was also in a dream.

Runsheng, Yin Meng and Lin Shuyou may also be experiencing the same shock as Tan Wenbin in their own unique dreams.

Li Zhuiyuan even suspected that the dream environment he was in was not in the present tense, but there was a partition in the middle.

This segment by Tan Wenbin was not the first time it was played on the radio.

It was Meng Gui who deliberately created this environment for himself, including the "plot" presented on the radio, with the purpose of extracting some information from his mouth.

If this is the case, it can only further prove that... it is not only panicked, it is afraid.

This is also the reason why it did not hesitate to change its style and hold a special show for itself.

My current position is a bit like a guest commentator on a variety show on TV.

Really, I want to laugh.

This feeling is exactly the original intention of my decision to take this path, just to find this kind of fun.

So, was I "picked" out of the dream that was originally arranged for me and placed in this new set?
The boy was very curious about what happened in his original dream.
According to common sense, it should be the thing that one is most afraid of and most unwilling to face in his heart.

Thinking of this, Li Zhuiyuan frowned.

He knew the answer.

This answer, even just thinking about it, made him feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

At this moment, Runsheng, Lin Shuyou and Yin Meng in the car all turned their eyes to the young man.

They, or the dream ghosts behind them, misunderstood Li Zhuiyuan's emotional expression.

The boy was not worried about Tan Wenbin at all.

Li Zhuiyuan stretched out his hand and gently stroked his brow, imagining the feeling of A'li smoothing out his frown last time. He really needed to nail a few more nails into the skin on his face.

Suddenly, Runsheng, Yin Meng, and Lin Shuyou all spoke up and asked in the same tone:
"What happened, anyway?"

It is completely uninstalled.

Obviously, he is the real master in the current environment, but he did not hesitate to violate his own pride and chose to negotiate with me in a revealing way.

Li Zhuiyuan believed that if he took over the call now, he should be able to negotiate the terms.

The dream ghost is definitely not held captive by the hand behind the scenes. The cause and effect relationship is too great, so the dream ghost itself has a strong autonomy. It may have acquiesced to this arrangement because it can gain certain benefits from it.

Theoretically, there is indeed a possibility that the two sides can "turn enemies into friends". As long as it feels that its losses are not proportional to its gains, it may choose to leave the gambling table.

But why?
Come when you want, leave when you want. It's not that easy in this world.

I am a wanderer who cannot admit defeat twice. In reality, I am a gambler who has lost his mind and is willing to risk his life.

That is, I have no emotions to show. In fact, I should be the kind of person who will fight to the death with anyone who provokes me, even if it means dying together with me.

Seeing that Li Zhuiyuan was reluctant to answer, Runsheng and the other two spoke together again:
"Let's talk."

Li Zhuiyuan remained silent. There was nothing to talk about.

In fact, he himself could not control the current situation. What was more gratifying was that the situation should be the same for Meng Gui.

Dreams are a very special environment that can infinitely magnify a little bit of reality.

The line of cause and effect is also infinitely magnified in this dream.

This feeling was very similar to when Li Zhuiyuan was young and ignorant and calculated his own fortune, which caused him to have a nosebleed and then fainted.

This is a sophisticated formation environment that no matter how skilled the formation master is, he is unable to set up.

Even if Li Zhuiyuan was given enough time and resources, he would not be able to come up with this plan because it is not feasible.

When the river water is brought here, the development of events is no longer subject to human interference.

in short,
Dream ghost,

It also pulled the big turtle at the bottom of the sea into its dream.

This is also the reason why Li Zhuiyuan has been trying to hold back his laughter, because it is really too funny.

Runsheng and the other two spoke again:

"I can withdraw."

Li Zhuiyuan continued not to respond.

What I was thinking was:

do not,

Don't worry,
Wait a minute.
I also want to see the King of Fengdu.

Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head and forced himself to hold his breath.

In this life, since he could remember, he had only been able to fake a smile or force out a little bit of smile when he wasn't pretending, and he had never really tried to hold back his laughter.

Now, he knew that feeling.

Just like my grandfather's catchphrase to mock others:
"You might as well go home and sleep. Dreams can contain anything anyway!"

……

On the creek, a man in his fifties was paddling a small boat.

There was a shovel, a net and a large bamboo basket on the boat, but he was not here to fish or dig for crabs.

The old man sniffed and looked around warily.

He had been looking for it for a long time, but still couldn't find it.

He even felt a little regretful in his heart. He should have called the guy who lived with Shi Nan to come along. With him around, it seemed like they could find the search faster.

The reason I didn't go looking for him is that when he's around, I tend to be unlucky, and he always looks like nothing's happened.

"Crack...knock..."

Lu Shan heard the sound.

He slowed the boat down and used a bamboo pole to gently push aside the reeds in front of him.

He saw a hole as big as a washbasin, and the sound similar to that of an animal grinding its teeth came from this hole.

Lu Shan swallowed and pulled the boat to the shore.

Then he picked up his things and got off the boat. He first placed the net at the edge of the cave and made a simple structure. Then he picked up the shovel and started digging.

Every time a shovel of soil was turned over, Lu Shan's breathing paused, because he had no idea when the things inside would jump out.

Just then, the soil at the foot of Lu Shan began to collapse.

He immediately leaped away from this area.

A strong smell of death appeared, and a woman with disheveled hair and covered in mud appeared in front of Lu Shan.

On the dead body's back was a baby boy, who looked to be less than one year old.

The baby boy closed his eyes, hugged the dead girl tightly with his arms, and bit her neck. The "crunching" sound before was caused by his gnawing.

Lu Shan clenched the Yellow River shovel in his hand, his eyes filled with astonishment: "Giving birth to a child after death?"

But soon, he realized something was wrong again, and he kept stretching out his arms, trying to scratch the baby boy behind him, extremely manic and angry.

It was just that the dead head's arms seemed to have nails driven into their joints, so her limbs could not be extended normally, and she really had no way to move the baby boy behind her.

But the fact is that the baby boy was able to survive this situation and continue to eat even after being taken into a muddy hole, which shows that he is extraordinary.

The dead saw Lu Shan and pounced towards him, as if he wanted to find someone to vent his anger.

Lu Shan did not fight head-on, but chose to deal with it.

Finally, he found an opportunity and sprinkled a bag of black dog blood on the dead body. The dead body screamed and trembled.

The baby boy lying dead on his back also screamed. He opened his eyes, and they were all gray.

It seemed that the damage caused by the black dog's blood had aroused the boy's inherent ferocity, and he bit the dead man's neck even more frantically.

"Bah!"

The dead man's neck cracked.

Lu Shan took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, cutting the man's neck.

"Snapped."

The dead head fell off completely, and his body fell down with it, and his body began to turn into pus.

The baby boy also fell down and rolled in front of Lu Shan.

Lu Shan lowered his head and looked at the baby boy. The baby boy seemed to be full. He put his right thumb into his mouth and began to suck it obediently.

Moreover, the gray in the baby boy's eyes was gradually fading away, revealing the eyes of an ordinary person.

He saw Lu Shan, and while continuing to suck his fingers, he raised his lips and smiled.

Grandpa... Grandpa... Grandpa...

Lu Shan raised his shovel expressionlessly and pointed at the baby boy at his feet:
"You freak, I can't let you stay!"

Runsheng watched the shovel fall heavily, and then he heard the crisp sound of his head being smashed.

"call……"

Runsheng suddenly woke up and found himself sitting behind the stove with the fire still burning.

It turned out to be a dream. How could my grandfather kill me?

Runsheng habitually added some firewood to the stove. The water boiled and it was time to put the meat in. In fact, he should have done so a long time ago. He didn't expect that he actually dozed off while the stove was burning.

He stood up, picked up the ladle, opened the lid, and added some more water to the pot.

Since he was a child, his family rarely ate meat, and skipping meals was a common occurrence.

As far as I can remember, I could only enjoy eating meat under two circumstances. One time was when my grandfather and I had just finished a job and received money for salvaging a corpse. That night, my grandfather would go and cut some meat for me to reward us both. But that was only on that day and night, because the next day he would go to the card table and lose all his money.

Another situation is that when they are going to Uncle Li's house, the grandfather and son would always plan the day and start not eating much two days in advance, until their stomachs are completely empty, so that they can eat a lot at Uncle Li's house.

Uncle Li always scolded them for being the reincarnation of starving ghosts, but he continued to bring food to them so that they could eat to their heart's content.

Therefore, every time when he was going to visit Grandpa Li’s house, Runsheng would feel happy several days in advance. He was happier than waiting for the Chinese New Year, because there were many people playing cards during the Chinese New Year, and there were many people to whom his grandfather would “give money”.

Meat, meat, where is the meat?

Runsheng slapped his head and remembered that he had processed the meat and placed it on the door panel in the yard.

Oh, I'm afraid I'll miss out on things if I doze off. I can't let the items get stolen by passers-by or taken away by cats or dogs.

Runsheng hurried out the door and came to the yard.

A large pile of meat, cut very neatly, it was my own creation.

"hehe."

Runsheng couldn't help laughing.

There were three incense sticks stuck on the door panel, and they were now half burned. He vaguely remembered that he must have been greedy when he was cutting meat, so he smelled the fragrance to satisfy his craving.

It’s not that I can’t eat raw meat, but grandpa hasn’t come back yet, so I can’t eat it first.

That’s right, why hasn’t grandpa come back yet?

Logically speaking, at this point, he should have lost all his money and left the table.

Runsheng walked to the door and suddenly noticed the bloody clothes piled under the door. They were his grandfather's clothes.

Oh no, I wasn't paying attention when I was cutting the meat and got grandpa's clothes dirty.

The father and son only have two sets of clothes each that can be worn outside, and the rest of the clothes are just for show. They can dress themselves while lying on the bed at home, and if they wear them outside, they would be considered hooligan.

When Runsheng was about to bend down to pick up the clothes, he noticed a round object on the door panel.

Did you buy a pig or a sheep?

It seemed that the employer paid him a lot for his last job. On the way back, my grandfather’s mouth almost broke due to smiling.

Runsheng blinked. His grandfather often said that he had a poor brain and was easily deceived. This was indeed true. He was only a little old, but his memory had become so bad.

Reach out, grab the round thing, and turn it over.

Although it had been processed, roasted and peeled, when it faced him, Runsheng could still tell at a glance that it was his grandfather's head!
Runsheng's eyes widened, bloodshot quickly filling up his eyes, becoming so thick that it seemed as if it was about to drip out.

He grabbed his face with both hands and looked at it all in disbelief, and at this moment, the memory of himself dealing with this pile of meat kept emerging in his mind.

"what!!!"

……

"Ayou, the temple is not a place you can come to."

"Master..."

"Don't call me Master. Although you are my Master's grandson, you are not qualified. You are not worthy of being the Chief Officer, and I will not accept you as my disciple."

Lin Shuyou knelt on the steps in front of the temple and looked at the old man standing next to him for help.

But the originally kind grandfather scolded sternly at this moment:
"I never thought that my Lin family would give birth to a bad guy like you. Others who want to become mediums are unqualified, and at most they can't sense the adults, but you can actually make the adults angry!
You are not my grandson, who the hell are you, get out of here!"

Lin Shuyou left the temple in a daze.

Becoming the chief of officers and generals has been his dream since he was a child. Now, this dream is shattered and his world has collapsed.

In this way, he walked and stopped, running around in the old street like a zombie, until it was dark. He could not walk anymore and squatted in the corner.

He kept chanting the names of various Yin gods, and his hands were imitating the postures and movements of the parade.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!" someone started shouting.

Lin Shuyou was completely unaware and continued in a daze.

"The temple is on fire!"

"The temple is on fire!"

Lin Shuyou turned his head and looked outside. He saw a pillar of fire rising very high. His vision began to refocus. He recognized that the place on fire was his own temple!

He immediately got up and started running like crazy, not knowing how many people he knocked down along the way. In the past, he would have immediately and sincerely apologized, but now, he no longer cared about anything.

Whoever dared to block his way, he would push them away. If the road ahead was blocked, he would climb over the wall.

Although he was already exhausted, the fire in his home temple gave him new strength.

In that temple, there are not only the master and fellow practitioners, but also their own families. Everyone usually lives in the temple.

The closer we got to the fire, the fewer people there were around us, and we didn’t see anyone coming to put out the fire.

However, Lin Shuyou would not notice these details.

He ran to the temple gate and saw a raging fire inside.

Lin Shuyou kicked open the temple door. He really hoped that everyone inside had already run out.

But as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned. The fire was still burning, but the bodies of his fellow disciples and their family members lying on the ground were clearly not burned to death by the fire.

Some had their chests pierced, some had their necks twisted, and some were even torn in half by brute force.

Right in front of him, on the steps in front of the main temple, Lin Shuyou saw a man in red clothes lifting his grandfather up with one hand.

Grandpa opened his face to prove that he had been possessed, but even so, he was still no match for the man in front of him.

Who is this man and how scary is he?
Grandpa's neck was being pinched, and he could only turn his head a little with difficulty to look at me. Blood foam kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth:

"Ahyou... run..."

The man had been holding grandpa's neck with one hand. At this time, he stretched out his other hand, grabbed grandpa's head, and pulled it.

"boom!"

Grandpa's head was separated from his neck, and blood oozed from his headless neck.

"grandfather!"

The man casually threw away grandpa's head and walked towards the gate.

When the flames around him tried to move closer to him, they were pushed away by the air waves blown out from his body.

Lin Shuyou rushed towards the man, but just as he reached him, he was swept away by a powerful aura.

He lay on the ground, spitting blood and beating the ground with his fists unwillingly. He couldn't possess the spirit world, couldn't ask the gods to come, and right now, he couldn't threaten the man in front of him at all.

The man continued to walk out.

Lin Shuyou shouted viciously: "I'm not dead yet, why don't you kill me, why don't you kill me!"

The man replied: "Because you are not from this temple."

"I am, I am, I am obviously!" Lin Shuyou shouted again with a ferocious look on his face, "Why, why did you do this, why!"

The man stopped and turned around, first looking at him, then looking at the fire rising in the main temple, and said:

"Anyone who offends the Dragon King's majesty shall be exterminated!"

……

It’s raining in Fengdu Ghost Street.

Little Yin Meng stood at the door of the coffin shop, looking at the rain curtain in front of her.

There were not many pedestrians on the road. A mother was walking by holding an umbrella, holding her daughter's hand, talking and laughing.

As the little girl walked over, she turned her head and waved to Yin Meng who was standing at the door of the shop.

Yin Meng tilted her head, looked at her, and didn't respond.

Turn around and go back into the store.

The counter at the very end is a small cabinet wrapped in clothes, and the four corners of the cabinet represent two hands and two feet respectively.

He lifted the top layer of clothes to reveal the glass. Looking down, he could see his father's head under the glass.

This head is half rotten and half covered with skin.

When he saw her, a smile appeared on his father's face, which looked quite ferocious.

Yin Meng walked towards the kitchen, where there were two large pots.

She stood on the bench next to her and looked into the pot. She saw a man whose whole body was swollen from being boiled.

Then she looked into the other pot, and there, she found her mother.

Both of them were stewed into a mush.

Just like when the two of them were floating in the pond.

Yin Meng turned and left, walked into the inner room, and sat down with her back against the coffin.

This place was the greatest source of warmth in her childhood, and also the place where she could dissipate the longest fatigue during her teenage years.

Lying inside was the grandfather who had raised her.

She clearly remembered the relief she felt in her heart on the day her grandfather passed away.

No need to wipe his body every day, no need to massage him every day to prevent bedsores, no need to smile and talk to him every day, no need to continue to look after this coffin shop that has no business at all.

The relaxation at that moment was real.

But every time she recalled it, she would feel a strong sense of guilt.

When facing the person who loves you the most, your true reaction is to gradually regard him/her as a burden over the course of one, two, three years... and ten years.

She was glad that she had finished pretending, but she felt guilty that she had actually been pretending.

Yin Meng is now numb and has gradually lost perception of everything around her.

In fact, she is not that fragile.

Her mother and her lover killed her father and drowned him.

Her grandfather learned about this later from a ghost passing by at night.

But before that, my parents' relationship had already broken down, and there wasn't much difference between having them around or not.

Even, they don’t know whether they will die or not... Rather than living, it would be better for them to die early and have a clean ending.

She used to be a girl who longed for her parents' love and care, and she also envied others, but later she got used to it.

When children are away from their parents for a long time, they no longer have any feelings for them; when parents are away from their children for a long time, it is difficult for them to reconnect with their children.

There is nothing that people cannot adapt to.

But what can you do? In dream after dream, all of this is presented to you over and over again, not only repeatedly but also progressively.

Yin Meng hasn't collapsed yet, but she will soon.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot withstand such continuous grinding.

At this time, the sound of suona came from outside.

She saw the neighbors, her mother's new mother-in-law and her family, and her two half-brothers.

Yin Meng turned around and looked at the coffin behind him:
Oh, grandpa is dead too.

These people who came in were saying sad words, they were shedding tears, but from time to time, they were laughing.

Since she was very young, Yin Meng knew that there were not many people in this world who would truly care about her or empathize with her joys and sorrows. Whether she lived a good or bad life, or was good or not, had nothing to do with them, and they themselves knew this.

Yin Meng was changed into mourning clothes and wrapped in a black veil. She just sat there and let others arrange things for her.

Grandpa's coffin was lifted up and was taken out for burial.

The half brother, under the supervision of his mother's new mother-in-law, smashed the bowl and walked in the first row of the funeral procession.

Yin Meng could only follow behind the team.

This means that after the funeral, the shop and the remaining property will be inherited by others and will have nothing to do with him.

But Yin Meng did not feel any resentment or anger in his heart.

She felt that she should have it, and she was not that cowardly, but she just couldn't find it.

Because these things had been used up in the previous dreams.

The rain was still falling, the wind was still blowing, and it was very cold.

The younger brother who was walking in the front started crying. He wanted to hide behind the team to avoid the wind, but his grandmother slapped him hard and loudly in the face.

Anyway, she is the only girl left in her Yin family, and she doesn't have any relatives. After today's incident, the shop and the coffins inside will become their own property.

This girl can be raised first and used to work on weekdays. When she grows up a little, she can be married off in exchange for a dowry. It is a profitable business anyway.

When the funeral procession was passing a riverbank, the wind suddenly grew stronger, not only blowing people to and fro, but also causing the coffin to fall over.

With a series of "clang" sounds, the coffin flipped into the river. The coffin lid was nailed on before burial, but now the lid was directly flipped open, and the old man inside also rolled into the river.

Everyone rushed to support the coffin and pull the corpse so that everything could return to normal.

Yin Meng stood by the river with an expressionless face, looking at his grandfather who was drowned in the water and couldn't be pulled back by them no matter how hard they tried.

Some of them took ropes, some took hooks, and some simply jumped into the water to pull, but grandpa remained steadfast and continued to drift deeper into the river, drifting farther and farther.

Yin Meng felt a sense of relief in her heart, as if her grandfather was going to where he should go.

This actually brought some comfort to the girl's heart, as if some water was seeping out of a dry well that had long been dried up.

But somehow, the funeral procession, which had originally been put together in a hasty manner just to show off its formality, now appeared eerily orderly.

After everyone looked at Yin Meng collectively, they immediately rushed into the river.

They would do whatever it takes to bring back Grandpa's body, bury him, and bring him back to life. They would let him return to the shop to criticize the girl for her hypocrisy in treating him, and tell her that he knew in his heart that the girl had always wanted him to die sooner and be free.

Soon, the girl was the only one left on the riverbank, and the rest were all in the water.

Old people, children, men and women, all were swimming hard.

Finally, they caught the grandfather who had drifted away.

They worked together to form a human ladder on the water and pulled grandpa's body back.

As he was pulling, four blurry black shadows appeared behind my grandfather.

"There's a ghost!"

"Ghost!"

Screams of terror were heard, and the crowd, which had been orderly before, collapsed directly.

They tried to swim back without looking back and wanted to get to the shore.

But soon, people were dragged under the water, one, two, three...

Yin Meng stood on the shore and witnessed with his own eyes his two half-brothers disappear right before his sight.

The new mother-in-law of her mother was quite skillful. She came ashore and pointed at herself with her hand:

"You damn unlucky star, you..."

With a "plop", a black and blurry hand grabbed my mother's new mother-in-law's ankle, flipped her to the ground, and then pulled her to slide into the river.

The mother-in-law grabbed the sand and stones on the river bank with both hands and called for help from Yin Meng, hoping that Yin Meng could pull her up and save her.

Yin Meng walked forward.

The mother-in-law looked pleased and extended her hand as far as possible to Yin Meng.

Yin Meng raised her foot and stepped on her mother-in-law's hand.

She obviously didn't use much force, after all, she was just a little girl, but the mother-in-law let out a very shrill scream, as if she had witnessed something terrible.

Soon, my mother-in-law was pulled to the bottom of the river.

The riverside and the river surface fell into deathly silence.

Yin Meng sat down on the spot, hugging her knees.

She didn't know how long she sat there. She looked up blankly and found that the sky was half cloudy and half sunny, and she was sitting right on the dividing line between cloudy and sunny.

She turned around and looked behind her.

He was clearly still sitting on the riverbank, but behind him was the ghost street and his own coffin shop.

She once again saw the woman holding an umbrella and walking with the little girl, talking and laughing.

But this time, when the little girl looked at her again and was about to wave to say hello, the little girl and her mother squatted on the ground and let out a shrill scream.

As if to form some kind of response, the father in the coffin shop, which had turned into a cabinet, also screamed. The mother and her lover in the two pots in the kitchen also stretched out their arms, allowing the stewed flesh to fall off, but their bones were still stretched out tightly, and they let out terrified wails in the "gurgling" soup.

Immediately afterwards, screams of pain were heard from every shop on Ghost Street.

Countless noises pierced Yin Meng's ears.

She felt dizzy and suffocated. She crawled on the ground and wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something. No matter how hard she tried, no sound came out.

Yin Meng picked up stones on the ground and kept hitting herself on the face. She hoped that this method could relieve her current torment.

Soon, her face was covered with wounds and blood kept dripping.

Some fell on the ground, while some flowed into the mouth along the corners of the lips.

She was stunned, and some images that should not have appeared seemed to emerge in her mind. She wanted to capture them, but it was very difficult.

The screams on Ghost Street not only did not subside, but became even more exaggerated.

Countless shop owners ran frantically onto the streets, tearing their own skins together with the pedestrians. The scene was like hell on earth.

……

Inside the small yellow pickup truck.

In the car radio, the crosstalk performance that was originally exclusively for Tan Wenbin suddenly began to make harsh noises, and countless sharp whistles came out from it.

Li Zhuiyuan felt pain in his eardrums and reached out his hand, but instead of turning down the volume, he turned the knob to the maximum.

The boy's shoulders began to shake.

At this moment, his urge to laugh almost reached its peak.

Inside the car, Yin Meng, who was originally there, suddenly disappeared.

Runsheng and Lin Shuyou asked, "Tell me, what is going on, what is going on!"

Li Zhuiyuan was still shaking his shoulders.

what happened?

Dream ghost, dream ghost, dream ghost...

As a ghost, you actually dare to pull the King of Fengdu into your dream.

In the past two thousand years, no ghost has dared to be as brave and fearless as you. You can be called a role model in the ghost world!
At this time, Runsheng began to bang his head against the car frantically, shaking the yellow pickup truck violently, shouting "No! No! No!" over and over again.

Lin Shuyou clenched his fists and waved them while shouting fiercely: "Don't leave! Kill me! Kill me!"

Li Zhuiyuan knew that Meng Gui was using Runsheng and Lin Shuyou to threaten him.

Although the dream ghost had problems with Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng, and was becoming increasingly serious, it was almost successful with Runsheng and Lin Shuyou.

Perhaps all it takes is one more dream to completely destroy their defenses, thereby manipulating their minds and turning them into the most obedient puppets.

This kind of injury is almost irreversible. Even if one can barely recover from it, the person is completely ruined.

The dream ghost took out the chips it had just won at the gambling table. It wanted to hand over these chips in exchange for a chance to leave.

Li Zhuiyuan's shoulders stopped shaking at this moment.

The feeling of holding back laughter disappeared.

But the boy did not get angry because of this. The corners of his mouth curved slightly and he was still smiling.

This kind of smile expresses an attitude.

Negotiation is impossible.

In Meng Gui's opinion, this is just a trap. Since everyone is wary of each other, they should just go their separate ways.

But for Li Zhuiyuan, this is the river that everyone has walked together, and it is also the mastermind behind the scenes that everyone has to face together.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. When the boat reaches the surface of the river, no matter who falls into the water, the remaining people on the boat can only paddle as hard as they can to keep moving forward.

Li Zhuiyuan opened the car door and got out.

The vehicle was shaking so violently due to the two men's madness that I felt dizzy sitting inside.

The boy walked along the bridge.

Behind him, the car window shattered, and Runsheng's roar and Lin Shuyou's wailing could be heard from inside.

Li Zhuiyuan continued to smile and did not slow down at all.

The sounds of Runsheng and Lin Shuyou on the verge of collapse sounded like beautiful music to the boy's ears.

This caused the boy to be unable to maintain the smile on his face.

Not wanting to be angry and bitter or yelling, but still wanting to laugh.

Earlier in the car, he was actually acting.

The more he showed an attitude of refusing to negotiate, the tighter Meng Gui would hold on to Runsheng and Lin Shuyou as bargaining chips. He dared not destroy them now because, in his opinion, these were the only things he could bargain with him for.

In the short period of time between the end of the last meeting and departure, I made an arrangement for everyone in the team.

To be honest, although this arrangement was the limit of all the methods I could think of at the time, in fact, the significance of this arrangement was not great.

It can even be said that it is as thin and crispy as a piece of paper.

That is,
He hypnotized all the teammates!

The mind-clearing talisman, bone ring and pocket watch are specially prepared for hypnosis.

Coupled with the unconditional trust and active cooperation of my partners, it is really easy to hypnotize them.

So when Yin Meng walked out of the store, she felt the sunlight was dazzling, and so after driving for a while, Tan Wenbin would feel tired and needed to take turns driving with Yin Meng.

Because when everyone sets out, they are actually in a "sleeping" state.

Putting it here, it only serves to offset the effect of the dream.
At most, when you are completely destroyed in dreams over and over again, you will suddenly wake up with a start, but it is of little significance because the dream ghost can come again at will.

It's just a little cleverness, really.

But this piece of paper played a perfect effect at this moment. Runsheng and Lin Shuyou were obviously dying, but as long as the dream ghost did not destroy them completely, it would not be able to detect the existence of the paper.

Theoretically, Runsheng and Lin Shuyou are still safe.

The story of the sea turtle and the King of Fengdu had already made Li Zhuiyuan want to laugh uncontrollably. The fact that the piece of paper was still preserved added to Li Zhuiyuan's happiness.

The reason he got off the car was that he really couldn't hold it any longer.

He didn't want the other party to see any clues from his outward expression. He needed this matter to ferment further, starting from the dream ghost and then involving the hand.

He had to endure it and couldn't laugh.

For ordinary people, the best way to hold back laughter is to recall the most uncomfortable and painful thing in your life in your mind.

Li Zhuiyuan did the same.

In order not to laugh, he had to get out of the car and walk over to meet someone.

He believed that after seeing that person, he would immediately stop laughing.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the end of the bridge, where there was a ticket gate.

Li Lan was standing at the ticket gate with two tickets in her hand, waiting for her.

Sure enough, when he saw her, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't smile anymore.

Li Lan bent down, clapped her hands, and with a gentle motherly smile, she opened her arms to Li Zhuiyuan:

"My dear son, are you happy playing in the amusement park with your mother?"

(End of this chapter)