One after another, illusory figures walked out of Zhang Changlin's body through the light of the wishing thread.
They were old or young, male or female. Everyone looked at Zhang Changlin with eager eyes and surrounded him like believers worshiping their Lord.
These believers then transformed themselves into the image of the Lord.
Starting from the innermost layer of the circle, the closer the people are to Zhang Changlin, the faster they change.
Ana Shen looked expressionlessly at the weird scene that no one else in the room could see, and the clown's excitement echoed deep in his heart——
[The speed of thought assimilation has accelerated. He is a ruthless character. Does he want to turn himself into stone or is he a madman? 】
[No, no, no, no, maybe he doesn’t know what he is doing at all, all of this is done subconsciously! 】
[What perfect material, why didn’t I meet him earlier? 】
[His mother has been your nanny for more than half a year, but you have only come here to visit now. Isn't it a bit rude? If you could come here early, I would have a chance to make him a new friend! 】
The clown's voice sounded as if an evil spirit had missed a feast or a pervert had missed a beautiful woman taking a bath.
Listening to the clown's complaints, Ana Shen couldn't help but frown.
When Ana Shen's expression fell into Aunt Wang's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a little bit in her heart: "Shen... Doctor Shen, is Chang Lin's illness serious?"
Ana Shen turned her head and her expression returned to calm.
He looked at Aunt Wang with a warm expression and said, "Don't worry, your son is not sick. He is just... too sober."
"wide awake?"
Aunt Wang looked at Zhang Changlin, who was lying drunk on the table and snoring loudly. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Ana Shen was really speaking to comfort herself.
After all, Dr. Shen has always been her employer, her boss.
In the eyes of a psychiatrist who has worked as a nanny all her life, the profession of psychiatrist has always had a halo. They are upper-class figures that are usually difficult to come into contact with.
It is said that their salary is calculated by the minute, and you have to pay to chat with them. How could Dr. Shen treat his son well just for a simple meal?
But...but what can we do? Their family doesn't have much money anymore.
She looked at Ana Shen a little at a loss, and then at her son: "I... I'll put him on the bed, and you guys have tea... drink some tea first, I still have fruits in the kitchen..."
However, just when she grabbed Zhang Changlin's shoulders with both hands and tried to help him up from the table, a purple-red figure suddenly flew out from her chest and crashed into the nearest figure.
In Shen Yan's field of vision, the figure who was the first to hold Zhang Changlin's face began to wax after being invaded by the purple figure.
Then, starting from the chest, a deep purple-red color began to spread throughout the body.
And his change also solidified his originally illusory figure, making Bai Ye, who had not actively used his psychic powers, instantly notice the strangeness.
Like a drop of ink falling into water, the water becomes more conspicuous as it becomes polluted.
"That's...what's that?"
Feeling the strange white night, psychic energy poured into her eyes subconsciously, and the crowded living room appeared in front of her eyes.
Aunt Wang pulled Zhang Changlin's armpits and still struggled to pull him up from the dining table. The purple ghost was between her and Zhang Changlin, but she didn't notice it at all.
"I haven't eaten much...why am I suddenly...so heavy..."
Aunt Wang half-supported Zhang Changlin, turned to Shen Yan and said sheepishly: "Doctor Shen, help me... I really can't hold him by myself."
The purple-red ghost also looked at Ana Shen, with a horrifying smile on his twisted facial features.
In Shen Yan's opinion, his behavior was like a vicious dog guarding food on the street, baring its fangs at him.
"Once this person is drunk and unconscious, he is the heaviest. You alone cannot lift him."
Ana Shen ignored the threat from the ghost, stepped forward with a warm smile on his face, and put his hand on Zhang Changlin's other shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, a black psychic power surged out of his hand and crashed into the purple ghost in the form of concussion.
"Buzz——"
Accompanied by a buzzing sound that ordinary people could not catch, the black psychic energy crashed into the ghost's body arrogantly.
The ghost wanted to escape the moment it collided with the black mist, but the black mist turned into a big hand and grabbed it hard.
[A little dream-eater dares to pick peaches! 】
[You like to eat secretly, right? I'll let you eat as much as you like! 】
Along with the clown's grin, waves of black mist surged into the ghost's body, and the ghost's body expanded rapidly visible to the naked eye.
In less than a breath, the expanding purple ghost was like an inflated balloon, exploding into countless fragments.
The impact of the ghost explosion formed a hurricane in the room, making some simple furniture in the living room rattle.
Aunt Wang stroked her blown hair and said strangely: "Well - where is the wind coming from?"
Ana Shen explained casually: "The window is not closed, it might be raining outside."
After hearing Ana Shen's words, Aunt Wang subconsciously looked out the window. There was no moonlight visible in the dark night sky, and it seemed indeed gloomy.
"On a June day, the child's face really changes at the drop of a hat."
"Help me carry Dalin in, and you can go. If the weather is bad, I won't keep you here."
As Aunt Wang said this, she tried her best to lift Zhang Changlin again, and this time she lifted him up easily.
Aunt Wang looked at Ana Shen's hand on Zhang Changlin's other shoulder, smiled and sighed: "There have to be two people. If the old lady is at home alone, I will have to let Dalin sleep in the living room this time."
Ana Shen smiled and said, "If we hadn't come today, Brother Chang Lin might have gone to bed early."
"Hey, what are you sleeping on? He has been studying labor security every day for the past few days, and he is almost crazy."
This time Ana Shen just smiled and didn't answer.
It can be seen that Aunt Wang actually does not support what Zhang Changlin did.
She doesn't know much about social development and labor security, and she doesn't care. She just wants her children to live well.
The clown couldn't help but say in Shen Yan's heart: [Most, even the vast majority of people can live on bread alone, but there must always be someone who can look up at the stars. 】
Ana Shen responded silently: You can't say this kind of thing to others, especially using it to persuade the mother of a child.
Clown: [Child... You call a bearded man in his forties a child? 】
Ana Shen: At least in Aunt Wang's eyes, Zhang Changlin was her child before she died.
[Hmph~ You’d better be prepared to deal with the next dream eater. 】
Ana Shen: Wasn’t he killed by you? besides?
[The one I just killed was just a realm slave. 】
[For a person who relies on his will power to achieve his spiritual path, you can’t imagine how tempting he is to some lonely ghosts. 】
[Once he really succeeds, at the moment he succeeds, his soul will become a blank sheet of paper, a stone without a master personality! Damn it, if possible I would leave your body and live in a bigger house! 】
Ana Shen's eyes narrowed slightly: Do you think this unlocked golden house is really ownerless?
