"This...this can't be done. In fact, I didn't do anything to help you. I was just dreaming..."
I quickly reached out to help Wang Qiaoer, trying to pull her up, but before my hands touched her, the scene in front of me changed rapidly.
Wang Qiaoer's figure also disappeared in front of him, and his eyes were filled with strange and colorful lights.
In the blink of an eye, I felt like I had traveled through time and space, and everything was passing before my eyes.
I looked at everything in front of me with fascination, looking at those strange people and things, as if I was watching the fate of others, like movie scenes.
After about tens of seconds, all of this finally disappeared and came to an abrupt end.
I calmed down and suddenly heard someone speaking behind me.
"Sir, thank you for your help."
This sound...
I quickly turned around and saw a woman in black standing behind me. Her face was hidden in the darkness and could not be seen clearly.
But that voice clearly sounded like Zhuang Yuwei.
I was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps forward.
"Weiwei, is that you? Why did you say that? What is this place?"
Before I finished speaking, I saw the woman in black curling her lips slightly, taking a step back, and then disappearing into the darkness.
I reached forward to grab it, but it was empty.
But the next moment, there was a crash, as if something was broken.
I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes, and found that everything just now was still in a dream.
It was already dawn, and Uncle Ma was standing in front of him. He was supposed to be holding a bowl of soy milk, but now it was knocked over and the bowl was broken.
Uncle Ma looked at the soy milk on the ground with a look of regret and yelled at me.
"You kid, you used to have a bowl for each person, but now you've knocked over your bowl and you have nothing to drink."
I calmed myself down, stood up and said, "It's impossible. If you knock over the bowl, it's obviously yours. I didn't wake up, so of course my bowl hasn't been touched yet."
Uncle Ma said: "Bah, bah, bah, I brought this bowl to you. My bowl hasn't been touched yet. You are hungry, you..."
I couldn't help but laugh. This little episode with Uncle Ma diluted the tension in my dream. I got up and cleaned up the ground with Uncle Ma, and then looked at the time. It was already half past six in the morning.
I was a little confused and asked Uncle Ma why he got up so early.
He said not to mention it. Just after four o'clock, two ghosts came and insisted on pestering him to fight the landlord.
As a result, after playing for more than an hour, it got daylight, the two ghosts ran away, and he couldn't sleep anymore, so he got up and went for a morning walk and bought breakfast on the way.
I scratched my head and asked, is this true, or are you just kidding me? Where did these two ghosts come from, and they are fighting with you as landlords?
Uncle Ma yawned and said they were from nearby. The two old men had played with him in the park, playing chess and cards. Unfortunately, they passed away last month.
Therefore, when the two old men were bored after their death, they came to play with him sometimes.
This was quite new. I smiled and said to Uncle Ma, "Well, you are quite busy. You go to the park to play cards during the day and play cards with ghosts at night. So what do you win?"
Uncle Ma spread his hands: "They both have money, but I am a free hand. But they can't beat me. I will pay them back after I win."
I asked: "What are you doing for them? Didn't you win in vain?"
Uncle Ma said: "Nonsense, their money is dead money. What do I want with that stuff?"
This is true, how could I forget this...
After chatting for a while, I remembered what happened in the dream, so I told Uncle Ma everything, and then asked him, if this thing is true, why did I travel to ancient times to save Wang Qiaoer, that Zheng Yunrui Is his death really related to me?
Uncle Ma looked at me with a half-smile, and said: "There are many things in this world that are difficult to explain. Maybe at that time, you were a Taoist priest or a knight, and by chance, you helped Wang Qiaoer and avenged her. That dream was probably just a symbol, not necessarily real history.”
What Uncle Ma said makes sense. If the modern me had a dream and traveled to ancient times to save Wang Qiaoer, this would sound somewhat sensational.
I thought of the woman in black in my dream again, and I kept wondering if she was Zhuang Yuwei.
If so, does that mean one thing?
Could that Wang Qiaoer be Zhuang Yuwei's previous life?
Is it because I saved her in her previous life that she was so kind to me and followed me for life after life?
I took the Sanqing fan and wanted to go in and find out.
But unfortunately, I still can't get in.
It was as if someone had placed a forbidden spell and barrier on it, preventing me from entering.
So, I had to give up.
Maybe it’s not yet time, maybe when everything can be revealed, I will naturally know everything.
After having this weird dream, I haven’t had any weird dreams for a while, nor have I fought monsters and leveled up in my dreams.
I think this trial should be over.
But last time, I was still worried about the one hundred or so ghost-headed soldiers from hell who poked more than a hundred transparent holes in me with steel forks, thinking that I must take revenge when I dream about it again!
Ma Yunfeng happened to come to see me that day, so I told him about this matter.
He laughed loudly and said, Brother Fan, you are worthy of being a Scorpio. Why are you so vindictive? You don't even forget what happened in your dreams.
I smiled and said that I was either holding a grudge or just angry.
He said you can pull him down, don't explain, you just hold a grudge.
I said that was impossible. I am a person who wants to become an immortal. How could I have the same knowledge as them?
He said that people who cultivate immortality also have tempers. Look at the immortals in the sky, they will fight even if they disagree.
There was nothing wrong with that. I rubbed my temples to stop being stubborn, and then asked him what he was doing here this time.
Ma Yunfeng said: "Didn't I hear that you wrote a novel? Let's see how you wrote it. Can you show it to me?"
I shook my head repeatedly: "No, no, absolutely not, no one will see it."
Ma Yunfeng said: "Aren't you kidding me? You write novels just for people to read. If you don't want people to read them, why did you write them?"
I said, "That's different. When I publish it, you can read it however you want. You're not allowed to read it before I finish it."
He scratched his head and looked at me in confusion.
"Okay... If you don't want to read it, don't read it. In fact, I have something else to do today. I want to introduce you to a job."
The jobs introduced by Ma Yunfeng are generally difficult.
I asked him what happened this time. Ma Yunfeng thought for a while and said you should watch the video first.
As he said that, he took out his mobile phone, opened a video, and threw it in front of me.
"You will know after watching this video."
I was wondering in my heart, secretly thinking that you brat is still cheating on me, do you want to give me a card at the end?
So I took my phone and saw a strange person in the video.
