Liang Xin watched helplessly as his limbs broke and blood gushed out. He didn't even have the strength to call for help before he was dismembered.
Even when Liang Xin finally opened his eyes and saw the plum blossoms embroidered on his bed curtains, he still couldn't completely escape the terrifying dream.
That's terrifying!
Experiencing the feeling of death again and again is simply too cruel.
Liang Xin sat down in the small flower hall, and the servants quickly brought him breakfast: silver thread rolls, chicken and rice porridge, and spicy side dishes with sesame oil.
The silver-threaded steamed bun was just like his head, round and plump.
"!!!" Liang Xin used all his strength to prevent himself from overturning the dining table.
But as soon as Madam Liang walked in, she saw him and let out a scream.
"Are you sick?" Liang Xin finally turned his gaze to his wife's face and said unhappily, "What are you yelling about so early in the morning? Are you trying to hold a funeral?"
"No, no...Sir, what...what's going on?" Madam Liang ordered her servant, "Quickly, go and get the bronze mirror from my table!"
The maidservant ran over and brought a bronze mirror, which she then presented to Liang Xin.
Liang Xin then realized something was wrong; his hair... had actually been shaved into patches.
It wasn't a complete bald head, but rather several patches of hair had fallen out in large chunks, revealing the white scalp.
"What...what exactly happened? Everything was fine yesterday, how did it suddenly turn into this?" Liang Xin was also shocked, and he also remembered the terrifying nightmare from last night.
If someone can sneak into his room and shave his head without him noticing, can they also cut off his head at any time?
Just like that dream I had last night!
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