"Zhi, Zhilan..."
Ruan Qingqing's teeth chattered as she said, "I think I heard someone talking. It was scary! They said something like 'Go, go, go!' and told me to leave and not look back!"
His eyes were bulging, he was shivering, and he looked very cold.
Sun Zhilan was indeed sleepy and mumbled, "Stop fooling around, you can't scare me, I've seen plenty of things."
"I didn't scare you..." Ruan Qingqing wanted to say something, but found that Sun Zhilan had already fallen asleep.
She turned on all the lights, looked around, and found it very peaceful. Aside from the town being quiet at night, there really wasn't anything else.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, laughing at his own auditory hallucinations, but he was still afraid, so he went to sleep fully clothed.
The town's nights are so peaceful that they bring a sense of tranquility.
But in the middle of the night, a sharp scream suddenly rang out, and Sun Zhilan jumped out of bed, grabbed her phone, and dialed a number.
The phone rang, but the other end hadn't answered yet.
Sun Zhilan stared blankly at her phone, her eyes lifeless, as if she had lost her soul in fright.
"Oh right, where is Qingqing...?" Sun Zhilan asked hurriedly.
But they found that the other bed in the double room was empty.
"Maybe in the bathroom?" she thought, and tentatively called out twice, but no one answered. Fear gripped her heart, and she didn't have the courage to look.
Turning to look out the window, she found it was pitch black outside. The town rarely had lights on at night, and the dim yellow lights of the distant national highway, filtering through little by little, only amplified the chilling desolation that ran down her spine.
"Qingqing, please don't get hurt. You must not get hurt, and neither should I!"
Sun Zhilan muttered to herself, clutching her phone as if it were a lifeline.
She had a dream, a terrible, horrible dream. Fear gripped her heart, and the vivid sensation, like fingers touching glass, made it impossible for her to accept the dream's emptiness!
"Hello, who is this?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the line.
When the call connected and she heard Fang Zong's voice, Sun Zhilan suddenly felt a little relieved.
"Fang Zong, save me, save Qingqing!" she cried out urgently.
"What happened?" Fang Zong asked.
"I...I had a dream."
Fang Zong: "…………"
Honey, you're not my girlfriend, okay? We're not that close.
Did you have a terrible nightmare that made me drop everything and run over to hug and comfort you, touch and kiss you, and then have sex with you?
It's at most a friendly fling, you know?
Fang Zong doesn't use Bluetooth headphones much; they're in the way. He drives with one hand and holds his phone in the other: "Alright, it was just a nightmare, don't make a fuss..."
"No!" Sun Zhilan cried out, "This isn't just an ordinary nightmare, it's too real! I saw Qingqing... It's terrifying! Qingqing is gone too! And I heard someone tell me, 'Don't turn around!'"
"What did I say to you?" Fang Zong slammed on the brakes.
The SUV roared to a halt, and Fang Zong asked earnestly, "What did I say to you?"
“She said…” Sun Zhilan thought carefully, and finally, with a deep fear that seemed to penetrate to the very soul, she spoke slowly.
“She said…”
"Go, go, go, don't look back, stride forward with your hands in your pockets."
People say ghosts are terrifying, and the terror is endless.
"Don't...don't...don't...don't turn around!"
"Pfft!" Fang Zong laughed.
He's a cultured ghost, after all.
He remained calm, sent his WeChat ID, and said, "Give me your location."
In the lobby of the Home Inn, Sun Zhilan stood there blankly, wearing disposable slippers and pajamas.
Time passed slowly, and my thoughts began to sink.
"Hello?" the hotel receptionist asked.
Sun Zhilan stared at the front desk for a moment without answering, then risked glancing back at the dark night outside the hotel.
The darkness was palpable, the mountains remained unchanged. She felt she could vaguely discern the safe outline of the entire hotel, bathed in light, through the 24-hour streetlights at the hotel entrance. There were no ghosts here, no signs of danger; she could stay safely.
But what's the point?
Fang Zong hasn't arrived yet.
He wasn't in a hurry to save himself. Perhaps he was busy with something else and would come later, or perhaps he didn't even care about his nightmare and was already on the phone comforting that beautiful Indian girl.
He may have forgotten himself.
Her mind was getting more and more confused, and Sun Zhilan suddenly realized that she couldn't distinguish what was a nightmare.
"Creak!" Suddenly, a piercing sound came from the hotel entrance.
Sun Zhilan was startled, but quickly realized it was just the tires rubbing against the ground. Then, a person jumped out of the SUV at the door and strode over.
"I...I...I had a terrible dream!" Sun Zhilan rushed forward and into Fang Zong's arms, hugging him tightly as if afraid of losing him.
Fang Zong remained silent, then raised his hand and ruffled the other person's hair.
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for getting +1 Ghostly Aura!"
Then he pried open Sun Zhilan's hug, smiled at the receptionist, and said, "Could I have a glass of water, please?"
The receptionist quickly poured water and handed it to me, glancing at the hotel entrance with an envious look.
A great general, a large cart, dry wood and raging fire, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, tsk tsk.
Holding the teacup, Sun Zhilan was noticeably calmer, glancing at Fang Zong.
The teacup was warm, but clearly, it didn't feel as safe as Fang Zong's embrace.
"Oh, right, Qingqing!" she suddenly exclaimed.
Fang Zong asked with a smile, "Who is Qingqing?"
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