Weren’t the police going to arrest Wang Qiang? Why did Wang Qiang appear behind him?
They arrested people in vain!
"You're so naughty! I told you so many times not to step out of the room and not to challenge my bottom line, but you still came out. You will be punished for disobeying me. As punishment, I will take away all your life span."
Mengxiang Zhayoudaiyun's face turned pale. This voice was the same as the one he heard at home, and he really followed it out.
Wang Qiang was really crazy. He actually showed up in the police station so brazenly and planned to attack him here.
He really doesn't take the police seriously!
Dreaming of getting lucky, he looked at the police on duty for help, hoping that the police would arrest Wang Qiang quickly.
The policeman was baffled by Meng Meng's lucky break. He weighed the thin blanket in his hand and said, "Aren't you feeling cold? Why didn't you take the blanket I gave you? Is it really that cold today? You're so cold that your face has turned pale."
He had dreamed of hitting the jackpot, but he hadn't expected the police officer to react like this. He slowly took the blanket, looked at Wang Qiang, then at the police officer, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Officer, didn't you see it?"
"What did you see?" The police officer on duty didn't understand what it meant to dream of great luck. "Is the night view beautiful tonight?"
"...Nothing." After confirming that the police officer on duty really couldn't see Wang Qiang, his dream of hitting the jackpot was shattered.
No wonder Wang Qiang is so confident. It turns out that he has a way to hide his body so that others can't find him.
If someone like this wants to take his life, he has nowhere to escape!
The dream of hitting the jackpot was shrouded in endless despair, but the evil god, whom he mistook for Wang Qiang, narrowed his eyes in pleasure.
The air was filled with the smell of fear. In just a few minutes, his dream of getting lucky provided him with nearly a week's worth of food.
It loves to dream of getting lucky so much that a timid person wouldn't feel sorry for harvesting it early.
The evil god took big gulps of the fear provided by his dream of getting lucky, enjoying the rare feeling of fullness.
There are too many evil gods using the Internet to deceive believers, and the market is close to saturation.
It has been a long time since it has experienced the feeling of having a full stomach and storing food.
The evil god thought he had plenty of time to slowly enjoy his things, but his expectations were doomed to fail.
"Don't listen, don't look, don't acknowledge its existence. Dreams of great luck aren't just about you seeing it, but about it having no physical form. It can only frighten you in this way. The more you fear it, the stronger it becomes, and the more likely that the terrifying scene in your mind will become a reality."
Shen Yijin spoke at the critical moment, awakening the last bit of consciousness in her dream of hitting the jackpot.
The head that dreamed of hitting the jackpot was almost filled with fear. Shen Yijin's words circled around in his head for several times before he reacted.
His eyes were hollow, his body like a puppet with its strings disconnected. The little consciousness he had left was unable to control his body. After a long effort, he finally muttered, "It doesn't exist... Is it eating my fear?"
"That's right, it's been deceiving you. Wang Qiang is still in your house, and the police have already handcuffed him. The one disturbing you now is an evil deity you once worshipped." Chen Yijin emphasized again, "This evil deity feeds on fear. It's been leading you on several times just to make you fear it and provide it with food."
When the dreamer heard these words, he was like a drowning person grabbing at the last straw. The light in his eyes lit up again and the will to survive gradually returned.
He struggled desperately and regained control of his body after regaining consciousness.
The fear subsided, and Meng Meng was lucky to find that he could no longer see the evil god, and there was only him and the police officer on duty in the police station.
The police officer on duty had been keeping an eye on Meng Xiang Zun Da Yun. Seeing that his expression was not right and his breathing had become weak, he was afraid that something might happen to Meng Xiang Zun Da Yun in the police station.
The police called Meng Meng Zun Da Yun's name several times but got no response, so they quickly called the emergency number.
As a result, before the ambulance arrived, Meng Meng had luckily recovered.
"Are you okay? What happened just now? I called you, but you didn't say anything." Seeing that Meng Meng was lucky enough to be fine, the police breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it seemed that there was no serious problem, the police were still worried. Since the ambulance had already been called, they simply took the man to the hospital for a thorough examination.
It’s best if there are no problems, but if there are any problems, it will also make you feel at ease.
The police thought Meng Xiang Zhui Da Yun would say that he was fine, but Meng Xiang Zhui Da Yun unexpectedly said, "I'm not fine. I feel like my head is going to break."
The policeman was shocked and went over to touch his forehead and take his temperature.
Dreaming of hitting the jackpot was normal, and the police officer was scratching his head anxiously: "You don't even have a fever. Do you have a severe headache? Do you have any other symptoms? I've called an ambulance for you, and the doctor will examine you thoroughly later."
"Thank you, but I don't think the doctor can cure me." Dreaming of hitting the jackpot wrinkled his features in agony. "I feel like there are so many people talking in my head, so much and so fast, it's giving me a headache."
"Ah?" The policeman was stunned and began to have auditory hallucinations. Could this be a mental illness?
"Hiss--" Before the policeman could figure out what was going on, Meng Meng got lucky and covered the back of his head and wailed in pain.
The bump on the back of his head was already so big that it hurt even if it was touched lightly, let alone being hit hard by a hammer.
I dreamed of striking it lucky and protected my head from getting hit again. All the fear and terror in my heart disappeared, and the voices in my head were also cleared.
However, Meng Meng was not aware of this at the moment. He cried and made a begging gesture to Shen Yijin on the phone: "Anchor, please stop hitting me. If you hit me again, I will become a fool."
The female ghost showed no mercy when she attacked, and the bump on her head could testify to that.
Shen Yijin, who ordered the female ghost to hit Meng Xiang Kuai Dayun, hadn't expected the female ghost to have such strong hands. Although she didn't do it herself, looking at the big bump on Meng Xiang Kuai Dayun's head, Shen Yijin still felt a little guilty: "Well, isn't it because she's afraid that if she hits too lightly, it won't be effective on you?"
After thinking about it, I felt that what Shen Yijin said made sense: "Yeah, I can't hear those voices now."
"Right, I'm helping you." Seeing that Meng Xiang's luck was easy to fool, Chen Yijin spoke with confidence, "You've provoked too many evil gods and evil Buddhas. They all want to trick you into giving them energy and taking away your life, so they're arguing in your head. As long as you eliminate distracting thoughts, they can't do anything to you."
Dreams of hitting the jackpot suddenly dawned on him: "So that's how it is... Wait, then they have nothing to do with Wang Qiang? Why is Wang Qiang hiding in my house?"
So there really is a pervert who inexplicably fell in love with him?
No, Wang Qiang hasn’t done anything excessive to him, right?
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