treasure?

Hearing Shi Rui's words, Ning Huan became more curious in his heart--what exactly is the treasure that the Witch has guarded for thousands of years?

Thousands of years ago, what happened?

"Oops!"

At this time, Cui Can in front of him suddenly started the car in a hurry.

"What's wrong with Brother Cui?"

Ning Huan couldn't help but ask Cui Can.

"There are reporters, let's go!" Although reporters won't be embarrassed by Cui Can, let alone filming Jiang Lixing without permission, as long as they find that Ning Huanxin is sitting in the car, it will still be very troublesome.

"Okay, you two sit firmly, I drove around, happily, you have to shoot night scenes at night, squint in the car for a while, I think you have heavy dark circles!"

Cui Can exhorted Ning Huanxin while driving.

Hearing Cui Can’s words, Ning Huan couldn’t help but nodded. In fact, she slept well last night, but she still looks not very good. She has dark circles under her eyes. I wonder if it’s related to that strange dream. .

When thinking of this, Ning Huan's heart suddenly flashed in her mind——

As long as I sleep at night, I have that strange dream.

So, how about sleeping during the day? Will you continue to enter the dreamland?

Thinking of this, Ning Huanxin immediately adjusted her breathing and slowly closed her eyes. After a while, Ning Huanxin fell asleep.

She actually entered that dream again.

This time I don't know if it is because of the daytime, everything in the dream is a bit vague, but Ning Huanxin can still see clearly.

Still in that big mountain village, still in front of the Wu Clan's rooftop.

The moonlight in the sky carries a strange coldness, and the girl in the dreamland looks at the people walking towards her in the dark in disbelief. Their steps are heavy and their bodies are stiff, but this does not prevent the girl from looking at them. Recognized them.

"Father! Mother! Brother!"

The girl rushed forward crying and stubbornly took her parents' hands, but they...their hands were so cold, so cold.

The three people in front of them turned a deaf ear to the girl's words, but stood there blankly, their eyes sluggish, without a trace of aura.

How come, how come?

"Brother? Father? Mother? I'm A-Lian, I'm A-Lian!"

The girl shook her relatives desperately, but the three of them were still dumbfounded, standing rigidly in place.

It turned out that this girl was called Alian.

Ning Huanxin was strange this time, because she had entered a dream, and her consciousness was sober and could be separated from the story in the dream.

Seeing the state of A-Lian's relatives in the dream, Ning Huanxin immediately thought of a word, zombie.

Will his parents become zombies?

After all, such rumors often circulated in ancient times. After some people died, they could "live" the corpse through special secret methods, but this "living" was absolutely different from our ordinary living people.

A sound of footsteps sounded behind Alian.

As soon as A-Lian turned her head, she saw the boy who had rescued herself back.

"Brother Mo, come and see, tell me what the **** is going on! My parents and my eldest brother, what happened to them?"

A-Lian looked anxious. After seeing the young man, she seemed to have seen a straw for life, and she shouted at him desperately.

And the boy looked at A-Lian with a complicated expression.

"Alian, your relatives, they have...dead."

Can the dead really "live" again?

[Two more will be delivered, two more in the evening]