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The man in the dream had killed three people in a row, an old man, a woman, and a baby.

He was laughing maniacally, his eyes filled with fanaticism and inhumanity.

However, the scene changed. The man suddenly climbed onto another table, and at some point, a rope was hanging down from the top of his head. The man leaned his head over the table, and with a kick, his whole body was hanging from the beam.

However, that man's eyes were fixed on me. Two streams of blood and tears flowed down his face as he grinned at me, revealing his white teeth.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to escape, I kept struggling, but I couldn't wake up from the dream. I didn't know how long it took before the images disappeared from my mind.

A burst of noisy cell phone ringtones rang in my ears, I gave a violent shock and opened my eyes.

At this moment, he realized that his body was drenched in sweat and his forehead was drenched in sweat.

My heart thumped like it was going to jump out of my throat.

It was another night, and this time it was even more horrible than the night before, when I had only heard the cries of babies and the sound of footsteps, but last night I had witnessed the murder of a cruel man, bloody and eerie, and even more frightening because the man's killing grounds were in this very old house, and in the very hall of this house.

At the thought of this, I was covered in a layer of white hair, and my head was spinning.

My God, what secrets were in this house, what had happened, and what did the images in my dream portend?

Was he warning me that I would end up dying just like those people the man had killed?

I have to say, I have a feeling that the man who killed people in my dream is very much like a person. That person is Fan Lao Er, but the man in my dream is much younger than Fan Lao. Could it be that the man in my dream is Fan Lao Er?

This time, I really can't stay calm. I have to leave this place as soon as possible. Suddenly, I feel that if I stay in this old house, I might not be able to survive.

I took a deep breath and rolled off the bed. I was exhausted again. I didn't have any strength left in me. My feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. My steps felt light.

After getting a basin of cold water, I washed my hair, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and looked in the mirror.

I think I'll call the second brother and explain the situation. I can't live in this house anymore, and I'll have to ask him for the six hundred dollars, even if I have to pay a little less.

But then I thought, maybe the man who killed in my dream was Fan Lao Er, and I suddenly lost my confidence. At that time, if I was angered by that extremely vicious man, would he kill me too?

In my dream, I saw that he had already killed three people. There was only one more person, not one less person.

I found myself in a very difficult situation, not even daring to make a phone call.

Looking at his pale face in the mirror, he felt sad and helpless.

Suddenly, I remembered that I still have an interview today. Maybe I'll be able to find a job today. Why don't I go for an interview first? Let's talk about this after I get back from the interview.

Thinking of this, some hope rose in my heart.

He put on a white shirt and started dressing himself. However, he looked listless and his face was still swollen. This was a sign that he hadn't slept well yet.

Then, I picked up the phone, ran out of the old house, and headed for the interview site.

It was well past eight o'clock in the morning when I came out. The sun was warm, and my body was cold, perhaps because I had been in that old house for too long.

The place where I was interviewing was not far from the Flowery Lane where I lived. In order to save the one dollar bus fare, I decided to walk there.

He was puffing as he walked. He was really tired and sleepy. He felt like he could fall to the ground and sleep at any moment.

After walking for about half an hour, I finally arrived at the interview venue. I noticed that many people were waiting for an interview. I found a chair and sat down. After sitting down, I fell asleep and was woken up by the interview staff.

The result of the interview was obvious, a man who had just woken up, exhausted, with a brain that wasn't clear at all, unable to hear or answer whatever questions the interviewer was asking me, and who didn't seem to have the slightest idea of how to answer them, and who didn't seem to be in the least energetic, just like a drug addict who smoked a lot of cigarettes.

As I dragged myself out of the interview room, I felt hopeless again.

How did things get to this point? I only slept two nights in that old house, and it felt like two years.

Walking alone on the street, wandering aimlessly, he felt a deep sense of frustration.

It was only then that I remembered that I hadn't eaten since last night, that I didn't even eat breakfast, and now that it was time for lunch, I once again wandered to the chaos stall from that day. That female boss who sells chaos had good business and has been busy all this time, I was really envious of her, she doesn't need to worry about food and clothing, she has business to do every day.

I sat on the Primal Chaos stall, ordered a bowl of primal chaos and slowly ate it.

After finishing the bill, the Lady Boss immediately recognized me and warmly asked, "How is it, young lad? Have you rented a house yet?"

I squeezed out a smile and replied, "I found it. I'm currently living in Flowery Lane …"

Upon hearing the words "Flower Mansion Lane", the Lady Boss's hands trembled, and her bowl almost fell to the ground. She exclaimed, "Young man, how can you live there?!"

Looking at the Lady Boss's expression, it seemed that she knew something was up at Flowery Lane, so I hurriedly asked, "Boss …" Why can't Flowery Lane stay here anymore? "

The Lady Boss looked left and right, then leaned over and mysteriously said, "Lad, if it weren't for the fact that you're my returning guest, I wouldn't even tell you. That Flowery Lane is not a good place, and everyone says that it's haunted.