Hu Suya listened to the sound of pouring rain outside the window, her heart was agitated, and when she was feeling uneasy, Mo Lingwei was brought out by her assistant.

The assistant spoke in broken Chinese: "It's raining heavily outside, it's not safe to go back, it's almost dawn, please stay here for a night, the two ladies, and leave tomorrow when the rain stops."

Hu Suya held Mo Lingwei's hand: "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

"No." Mo Lingwei shook her head: "It's very late, the road is really not safe, aunt, please stay here for one night and go back tomorrow."

Anyway, even if they had to leave, it was impossible for these people to let them go.

Hu Suya nodded: "I'll listen to you. I'll be where you are. It's more reassuring."

The two were taken to the guest room, Mo Lingwei closed the door, her tense nerves relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Hu Suya wanted to wash her hands, so she opened the bathroom door and saw two faucets inside, one with a hot water outlet and the other with a cold water outlet. When she looked up, she could see a large diorama embedded on the wall.

The fourth aunt sighed: "This place was built for gods to live in, right? I don't know who lives here."

She turned her head and looked at Mo Lingwei who was washing her face: "The person you came to treat today must be an old man in his seventies and eighties, right?"

Mo Lingwei's smile trembled wildly, "How can someone in his seventies and eighties still be called a young master?"

The fourth aunt nodded: "That's right, although this place is nice, it's still quite dangerous. I see people here are weird, it's better to leave early."

After washing and washing, Mo Lingwei lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

Amongst the shadows, a person walked towards her slowly, sat on the edge of her bed, held her hand, and gently called her name: "Ling Wei."

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, but in the dark bedroom, she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"Who are you?" she asked curiously.

"Don't you remember me?" The man's voice was painful, "How can you forget me?"

Mo Lingwei's heart choked suddenly, "Do we know each other? What's your name?"

She grabbed the man with all her strength, and pinched her fingertips deeply into the man's skin, but was suddenly awakened by the fourth aunt.

The fourth aunt lit the lamp too, looked at Mo Lingwei who was sweating profusely, wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, and asked, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Mo Lingwei sat up, "Do I often have nightmares?"

The fourth aunt lowered her eyes too much, her long eyelashes concealed the emotion in her eyes, "Occasionally."

She raised her arm and waved it in front of Mo Lingwei, "Look at the fingerprints on it, if you didn't have nightmares, would you have such great strength?"

Mo Lingwei quickly took the ointment and smeared it on the fourth aunt's wrist, "I did have a nightmare just now, I dreamed of a person, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

He kept asking me if I didn't remember him, looking very sad, I wanted to catch him and ask who he was, but he slowly disappeared in front of my eyes. "

The fourth aunt's eyes were dim, and she laughed and joked: "It's a dream, there are all kinds of weird things, and I dreamed of flying like a fairy."

After applying the ointment, Mo Lingwei relaxed and fell asleep again, but Hu Suya tossed and turned, unable to close her eyes anymore...

After leaving Yuncheng for so long, and having finally lived a peaceful life, why did the young miss start dreaming again?

When the sky was getting dark, Feng Shaojin woke up.

As soon as I saw it, the room was in a mess, all the ornaments and the portraits hanging on the wall were broken to the ground, and the woman who gave him the needle last night was missing...