Chapter 60 The Third Beating
Weren’t the police going to arrest Wang Qiang? How come Wang Qiang appeared behind him!
They arrested people for nothing!
"You are 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 walked out. You will be punished for disobeying me. As a punishment, I will take away all your life span."
Mengxiang Chongdaiyun'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 blatantly showed up in the police station and planned to attack him here.
He really doesn't take the police seriously!
Dreaming of hitting the jackpot, he looked at the policeman on duty for help, hoping that the police would arrest Wang Qiang as soon as possible.
The policeman was puzzled by his dream's good fortune. 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 did not expect the policeman to react like this. He slowly took the blanket, looked at Wang Qiang and then at the policeman, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Comrade policeman, didn't you see it?"
"What did you see?" The police officer on duty didn't understand what it meant to dream of having great luck. "The night sky is beautiful tonight?"
"...Nothing." After confirming that the police 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 he has a way to hide himself so that others can't find him.
If someone like this wanted to take his life, he would have 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 luck provided him with nearly a week's worth of food.
It loves to dream of hitting the jackpot so much that even 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 hitting the jackpot, 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 being able to fill its stomach and store 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 are not just about you seeing it, but about it having no substance. It can only frighten you in this way. The more you fear it, the stronger it will become, and the terrifying scene in your mind will become real."
Shen Yijin spoke at the critical moment, awakening the last bit of consciousness of her dream of hitting the jackpot.
The head that dreamed of hitting the jackpot was almost filled with fear. Shen Yijin's words went around in his head for several times before he reacted.
His eyes were hollow, and his body was 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 murmured, "It doesn't exist... Is it eating my fear?"
"That's right, it has been deceiving you. Wang Qiang is still in your house, and the police have already handcuffed him. The one who is disturbing you now is an evil god you once worshipped." Chen Yijin emphasized again, "This evil god feeds on fear. It has been guiding you several times just to make you feel fear towards 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 live gradually returned.
He struggled desperately and regained control of his body after regaining consciousness.
The fear faded away, and Mengxiang discovered that he could no longer see the evil god, and there was only him and the policeman on duty in the police station.
The police officer on duty had been keeping an eye on Meng Xiang Zun Da Yun's situation. Seeing that his expression looked a little strange 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 Xiang Zun Da Yun's name several times but got no response, so they called the emergency number.
As a result, before the ambulance arrived, Meng Meng got lucky and returned to normal.
"Are you okay? What happened just now? I called you but you didn't say anything." Seeing that Meng Xiang was lucky enough to be fine, the police breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it seemed that there was no serious problem with the dream of hitting the jackpot, the police were still a little worried. Since the ambulance had already been called, they simply took the man to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
It's best if there are no problems, but if there are any problems, it will make you feel at ease.
The police thought Meng Xiang Zhuan Da Yun would say that he was fine, but Meng Xiang Zhuan Da Yun unexpectedly said, "I'm not fine. I feel like my head is going to break."
The policeman was horrified and went over to touch his forehead and take his temperature.
Mengxiang Zhuoyun's temperature was normal. The police officer was so anxious that he kept scratching his head: "You don't have a fever. Do you have a severe headache? Do you have any other symptoms? I'll call an ambulance for you and let the doctor check you out later."
"Thank you, but I think the doctor may not be able to cure me." Dream of hitting the big luck frowned in pain, "I feel like there are a lot of people talking in my head, they talk a lot and it makes my head hurt."
"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 hit the big luck 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 by another hammer. All the fear and terror in my heart disappeared, and the voices in my head were also cleared.
However, Mengxiang Jiuyun didn't realize 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, as evidenced by the bump on the head of the dreamer who had the big fortune.
Shen Yijin, who ordered the female ghost to hit Meng Xiang Zhuang Dayun, did not expect that the female ghost had such strong hands. Although she did not do it herself, she still felt a little guilty when she saw the big bump on Meng Xiang Zhuang Dayun's head: "Well, isn't it because she is afraid that if she hits him too lightly, it won't work on you?"
Dreams collide with great luck. 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 was easy to fool, Shen Yijin spoke confidently, "You have 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 quarreled in your mind. As long as you get rid of 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 fell in love with him for no apparent reason?
No, Wang Qiang hasn’t done anything excessive to him, right?
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