Chapter 462

In addition to the pain, a strong sadness surged like the waves of the sea, which made Lin Feng's heart unable to calm down.

"What's going on? Why do I feel this way?"

Lin Feng's forehead burst into a cold sweat.

He looked at Amelia again, but found that she was already sitting upright, with her mask facing the nobles on the stage, as if she was enjoying the dance from beginning to end.

Patter!

Suddenly, the lights in the hall went out!

The music stopped suddenly!

All around, it suddenly became dark, and I couldn't see my fingers!

As soon as Lin Feng's face changed, he suddenly stood up and became extremely vigilant!

He stretched out his hand to catch Qiao Xin nearby, but he touched an empty one.

"Qiao Xin?"

He gave a cry.

No one responded.

Not only Qiao Xin, but also the guests here, including the 22 hall masters, seemed to evaporate out of thin air and disappeared completely.

Not only that, but also Lin Feng was shocked and even scared... What he saw in his eyes was completely dark.

It's normal to see the darkness when the lights are off.

But Lin Feng's eyesight can be compared with that of ordinary people. Even if he stretched out into the dark cave, he can see things clearly.

But now, he can't see anything except black

Lin Feng touched the lingxu gourd hanging at his waist, but he still touched the air.

The spirit empty gourd is gone!

What the hell is going on?

When Lin Feng was in doubt, a creepy feeling suddenly hit behind him

It's like being watched by some dark and evil creature in the primeval forest!

Without any hesitation, Lin Feng turned directly and punched away!

But I didn't hit anything.

“I can't take it take it take no more！“

“Never felt like felt like this before……”

The familiar dance music sounded again, the lights became normal, the hall returned to light, the aroma of food and wine, the men and women dancing on the dance floor, and the shopkeepers sitting in the VIP seat not far away appeared again

"Lin Feng, are you okay?"

Qiao Xin's voice sounded in his ear.

Lin Feng returned to his senses and looked blankly aside.

Joshin is still there.

He suddenly felt a little untrue.

He even wondered if the "Qiao Xin" was fake?

However, a living person sitting here, how can it be false?

Lin Feng doesn't know why he has this idea.

So he stretched out a hand and put it on Qiao Xin's clothes

"Pa!"

Qiao Xin instinctively slapped him, and then he was ashamed and annoyed. He blushed and said, "what are you doing?"

She wondered if this guy had come to such a romantic place, so she couldn't restrain her own things in Dantian except genuine Qi?

Lin Feng covered his face and rubbed it.

Well, it hurts.

"Sorry, I just try!"

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly.

"Can I try to castrate you?"

Qiao Xin blushed with anger.

"Sorry..."

"I, I'll go to the bathroom."

Lin Feng stood up and ran towards the bathroom.

Qiaoxin looked at his back, Dai frowned and thought, which nerve of this guy is wrong?

Look, he is not a lecherous person at ordinary times. How can he suddenly wipe his own oil?

Is it that he has long been deeply infatuated with himself, and he can't express it all the way. Now he can't help it?

Thinking of this, Qiao Xin's face became more red.

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Besides, Lin Feng went to the bathroom door.

He looked at himself in the mirror of the washstand.

Sweating and pale.

"What's going on?"

"Was it just an illusion?"

"But why is it so true?"

Lin Feng muttered to himself in doubt.

At this time, a man dressed strangely came from a place.

Why weird?

He was dressed in a black tuxedo, a dome jazz hat, big trousers and a pair of old-fashioned black leather shoes.

This dress is exactly what medieval Europeans looked like.

He stayed beside Lin Feng, bent down, turned on the tap, picked up the water with both hands, and then rubbed it on his face.

He rubbed his face as hard as he wanted to rub it off.

Lin Feng couldn't help laughing.

Both image and action are so fun.

Kind of like Chaplin.

After washing his face, the strange man didn't leave immediately, but smiled at Lin Feng: "young man, look at your low spirits. Did you have a nightmare just now?"

"Nightmare?"

Lin Feng was stunned. "Why do you say that? In fact, I just took a nap just now."

"Take a nap? Hehe, although some dreams seem very long, in fact, they are just taking a nap." the strange man said with a smile.

"It seems that you are very experienced in dreams?" Lin Fengdao.

"Sort of."

The strange man wiped the water on his face and said, "dream is a strange phenomenon. As long as it is a person, he will dream. Whether it is the folk interpretation of dream by Duke Zhou or the interpretation of dream by psychologist Freud, dream has always been a mystery so far."

"Dreams are also divided into yin and Yang: Yang dreams predict good and bad luck and avoid misfortune. Yin dreams predict lonely souls and evil spirits and avoid Yin and evil spirits."

After listening to him, Lin Feng had a nose and eyes, and believed him a little, so he asked, "do you think if I really had a dream just now, is it bad or good?"

"This... It's hard to say now."

The strange man patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "but I can give you a piece of advice. If one day you doubt yourself, you will not be far from death."

With that, he turned and walked into the next bathroom.

Lin Feng was stunned.

He doesn't understand. What does it mean that one day when he doubts himself, he won't even die far?

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Lin Feng chased into the bathroom.

But when he opened the door, it was dark!

Endless darkness that makes people feel desperate!

That disturbing feeling comes again

It's like a little white rabbit accidentally invading the wolf's nest

Lin Feng reached out to grab the doorknob, but he grabbed it empty

"I know. You did it, didn't you?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, then roared, "don't be sneaky, report your name, and then get out and fight with me!"

"Ha ha, a clumsy way to motivate."

In the dark, there was the strange man's laughter, "but it can make Yihe banzang go forever. It seems that you should also have some skills..."

Hearing Yihe banzang's four words, Lin Feng's face suddenly changed: "who are you?"

"Name? Hehe, I have forgotten this boring thing in countless dreams."

"If you have to have a name, you can call me... Nightmare."

The strange man's gloomy voice sounded slowly.