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Moreover, this time, the dream was even more real than the last time. The previous dream only heard the "wuwu" sound, but this time, they clearly saw the speeding train and even felt the blood spurting out from the train …

This dream did not seem like a simple dream.

Was there some kind of meaning? Or does it imply that I might be hit by a train? No, no, no, it was as if I were standing on the edge of a passing train, and if the dream was logical, then I was standing on the edge of the tracks, and the endless splashing of blood and chunks of flesh from the passing train meant that there was someone or something on the tracks, something that had been hit by a train, so the blood sprayed all over me ….

He didn't understand. Why would he have such a bizarre dream? What was that thing on the tracks?

As I lay down again, I had a feeling that this dream wasn't over yet …

Maybe the next time I have such a dream, I'll be able to see where I am and what's on the tracks.

He fell asleep once more, and slept until dawn. That terrifying and realistic dream finally did not appear again.

"..."

"Shu Qing, last night I heard you shouting …" Li Fengyun rubbed his eyes and said.

"My name?" What's my name? " I asked.

"I didn't hear you clearly. It sounded like someone screaming. Have you had a nightmare? Look at those dark circles under your eyes, did you not sleep well? " Li Fengyun asked again.

"Oh, a little bit. I had a bad dream. Maybe it was caused by the ghost press and the wrong sleeping posture." I said perfunctorily.

Li Fengyun did not pursue the matter and stood up to wash up.

After breakfast, I went to work while Li Fengyun went back to his dorm.

The peaceful and repetitive days continued, but after a few days of work in the afternoon, Li Fengyun basically wasn't at his dorm.

When she called him, he only said that he was busy, but there was a loud noise coming from the other side of the phone. It sounded like it came from a high-powered stereo.

When he came back, he was often drunk and asked where he had been. He just said that he had gone out for a walk.

"Boss, are you alright?" "He doesn't look to be in high spirits." In just a few days, Li Fengyun had become even thinner than before.

Li Fengyun shook his head, "I'm fine, don't worry. Such a big person, he knows how to take care of himself."

"Oh right, there's a letter from Xu Haoqing. Zhang Xiaokang didn't make it too serious and compensated Du Peng for his medical expenses. The other party has already come to an understanding. At most, they can only close it for a month." I relayed the news Xu Haoqing told me to Li Fengyun.

Unexpectedly, Li Fengyun wasn't the least bit interested, so he just casually answered and went to lie down on the bed.

That's not right. Li Fengyun and Zhang Xiaokang were very close before. The reason we were able to know Zhang Xiaokang's secret was all thanks to Li Fengyun. Why is he so unconcerned about Zhang Xiaokang now?

And I feel that Li Fengyun went to bed early these past few nights, but slept very little, and his dark circles were getting worse.

This old boy, he's hiding something from me.

When I woke up the next morning, I pretended to go to work. In fact, I hid outside the dormitory to see what Li Fengyun was up to.

He waited for several hours.

Only in the afternoon did Li Fengyun go out.

He wasn't even walking steadily anymore, shakily, absentmindedly, and didn't notice me.

Something must have happened to him.

Following behind him from a distance, we walked along the street outside the dormitory for about 20 minutes. He didn't look behind us, and I wondered how Li Fengyun, who had always been cautious, could have been so careless that no one noticed him following us for so long.

Thinking of his dazed state of mind, I felt that something might have happened to him.

He stopped in front of a shop called The Terror Bar. He straightened his clothes, combed his unkempt hair and entered the bar.

What the hell was he doing, going to a bar in the afternoon for a drink?

I followed him in as well...

As soon as he entered the bar, he noticed that something was wrong.

The general style of the bar decoration was similar to the classical nostalgia, primitive elegance, European classics and other major categories, but this bar seemed to be entirely Chinese.

Entering the door, he saw a row of red lanterns hanging on the wall above him. On both sides of the inner door, there were spring couplets, the first couplet was "To meet your best friend and drink to your heart's content", the second couplet was "To meet a genius one hundred times and fight to death", and the other was "To drunk to lie on the sand". It seemed strange, but he had to admit that such a style of decoration exuded a novel flavor, which caused one to be curious.

As I stepped through the inner door, I was greeted by a waiter dressed as a waiter at an ancient inn. He was wearing loose clothes, a hat, and a white towel over his shoulder.

Under the illumination of the red lanterns, the face of the bartender who was dressed as a waiter became deathly pale …

His face must have been smeared with some sort of powder that made him look especially pale, a little creepy in the dim lantern light.

"Guests, please, how many of you are there?" His voice was cold, too, and I shivered.

"I'm here for a drink." I answered honestly.

"Alright, please come in …" The waiter dragged his voice as he shouted.

The curtains behind were pulled open and a woman who looked like a brothel's bawd greeted them with a smile. "Sir, please follow me …"

Looking at this weird Chinese style bar, this weird bartender and this weird woman, I thought to myself, this can't be a place filled with filth, right? Did Li Fengyun overdraw his kidney here and become absent-minded?

He turned his head to look at the waiter behind him and was surprised to find that he had drifted away …

Yes, I didn't see him move. I saw him float from behind me to the right side door …

He stared at the ground beneath his feet, and only then did he discover some clues.

It turned out that the guy was standing on a small balance-car covered by his big clothes, so I didn't notice the balance-car. All I saw was that he was floating on the ground, not even moving his feet.

Pretending to be ghosts …

Thinking about it, perhaps the owner had suddenly thought of something else and purposely made the bartender dress up weirdly to arouse the customers' curiosity. It fit the name of this bar, "Terror Bar", but what else could it be?

He followed the woman who was dressed as a bawd to the curtain and saw what was inside.

The style was the same as before. There were tall mountain machines, formal tables for eight immortals, grandiose grandmaster chairs, and altars of wine on top of the furniture …

Female red, drunk too white, carved flowers, ink-black wine and other black jars with red labels seemed to have an ancient flavor to them. It was just that they didn't know whether the wine inside was genuine or not.

The room was still illuminated by red lanterns. There were archaic paintings and a few famous imitators like Mo Bao on the wall. The screen separated the tables from each other, scanning around, but Li Fengyun's figure was nowhere to be seen.

He came in before me and should be sitting behind some screen now.

There was a melody playing in the shop that I didn't understand. It wasn't loud, but it was full of holes. I couldn't find the source of the sound. It was probably hidden in every corner.

"Hmm, how much are you selling this wine for?" I asked the woman dressed as a bawd.

"Let's see what you drink." The woman giggled.

"Flower Eagle, how much is it?" I thought about it. I felt that the number of carvings was a bit lower. It wasn't that easy to get drunk. Let's try out the carvings.

"A hundred dollars per jar."

It wasn't expensive.

This jar weighed at least three to four catties, so the price was reasonable.

She took out the money and handed it over to the old procuress. The old procuress accepted the money and came over with a jar of carved flower wine. She pointed at the screen behind her and said, "Please sit over there."

I took the jar and walked behind the screen.

Behind the screen, there was an eight-seater table with two master chairs on either side. After sitting down, I continued to observe the environment.

After looking around, he felt that although the bar's gimmick wasn't bad, the atmosphere was a little strange, and he felt like he had transcended over …

"Young master, this servant, Xiao Qian, is here to serve you …"

Just when I turned my head to observe the surroundings, a soft voice sounded by my ear …

I jerked my head, and a pale face was in front of me.

I was so frightened that I stepped back and saw who it was.

It was a woman in white, with long, loose hair. Her face was covered with a lot of powder, and it was even more pale than the face of the waiter and the bawd.

This was … a girl drinking with him?

Damn, I didn't order this service.

Besides, this girl was not bad looking. With this standard, accompanying someone should be a few hundred dollars, right? I only have a hundred dollars left on me …

"Sorry, there's no need. Go get busy." I flatly refused.

The woman called herself Xiaoqian. She probably just wanted to borrow the name of Nie Xiaoqian from < < A Woman's Ghost > to increase her mysteriousness.

"Young Master, do you think Xiao Qian is not beautiful enough?" There was a hint of bitterness in her voice as she moved closer to me.

"Don't come over. I didn't bring any money, so I can't give you any tips. Hurry up and get busy. Call the other customers." I explained, embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Lady Xiao Qian shook her head. "Young master, I don't need money. Let me serve you …"

This won't do …

I stood up and went outside the screen. I shouted to the old procuress, "Big Sis, what's going on?"

The old procuress walked over with a look of suspicion on her face, "Dear guest, are you saying that the wine doesn't taste good?"

"No, no, I'm talking about this girl." I pulled her to the side of the screen and pointed at the woman in white, "You should quickly let her go. I really didn't bring any money, so I just came for some wine. You guys can't force her to sell, right?"

"What girl?" Sir, no, young man, you've had too much to drink, haven't you? What girl? This is a formal bar, so don't speak carelessly without paying attention to the profits! " The old procuress said with a look of displeasure.

Wrong...

The bawd had already changed her tone of voice and stopped pretending. She said that this was a formal bar and that there was no girl …

But what the hell is that thing standing next to my Eight Immortals Table?

The girl named Xiao Qian was looking at me with a smile.

The old procuress said that she did not see the girl. Could it be that I was hallucinating? I watched the bawd's reaction to make sure she wasn't focusing on the girl at all.

From the looks of it, it didn't seem like it was a fake.

The old procuress said, "Alright, young man, you should go drink quickly. I still have things to do, so can I accompany you after I finish?"

She winked at me.

"Uh, no need. Hurry up and get busy."

After the bawd left, I returned to the screen and sat at the table.

Xiaoqian sat in the chair across from me and deftly opened the jar of wine. She poured the wine into the old-fashioned wine glasses on the table.