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As soon as I opened my eyes, the plug was standing upright in front of my bed, its black cloak fluttering, its eyes fixed on me, startling me. I sat up and glared at him.

The plug looked anxious this time. It pressed something into my hand, and when I looked down, there was another statement.

"These two days, I've been doing a lot of work, and some of them are quite far away. I won't be able to come back for a while. This is an urgent petition, so you should've done it earlier. "

When he finished, I looked up and saw that the plug was gone. They're pretty fast, I thought.

I opened the paper in my hand. Just as I was about to look at it, I heard a burst of weeping not far ahead. I shouted, "Who's crying! Come out and speak! " As I shouted, the crying stopped abruptly, and the surroundings fell into silence once again.

"Urgent statement?" I said to myself, "Let me see what's so urgent about the pleadings." Just as I was about to open the door to take a look, the sound of crying drifted in from far away, intermittent, there were men and women, very miserable, fortunately I was standing here as a judge, if this were the case in reality, in this dark environment, crying would have scared people to death.

"Who's crying? Quickly show yourself, I'll make the decision for all of you."

There were four or five people on their knees in front of me, but only a few of them, for I could not see their faces in the dim light. They just knelt there, head down, crying and no one answered me.

"Why are you crying? What's the matter?" I asked, pointing to the one on the far right.

He moved and slowly raised his head, revealing the outline of his face. The phone on the pillow suddenly rang, and I woke up with a start. I took it to see that it was glass.

Glass? My heart thumped. Didn't the glass phone fall into the well? Why would it call me?

I looked at the screen for a long time, thinking whether to pick it up or not. The cellphone in the window was calling over and over again, as if there was something urgent going on. I couldn't help it, so I pressed the answer button.

The sound of flowing water came from the phone. It wasn't the sound of flowing water, but the constant scratching of water with someone's hand, because this sound was mixed with the sound of someone exerting strength. "Hmm — hm — hm —"

If you have to describe this sound as a person with a large bowel movement, and then keep trying to make it out. After I listened for about ten seconds, someone suddenly shouted, "Erlang, save me, I want to go back." The voice was very anxious. After saying that, the phone hung up.

My whole body shuddered. Isn't that the sound of glass? What's wrong with him? Why do I have to save him? I opened my eyes in shock.

Why is it a dream again? Recently, I have been wandering back and forth between dream and reality, causing me to be unable to differentiate between reality and reality. This worried me. If one day I became confused and mistook reality for a dream, how absurd would it be? No, I was afraid it would be more than absurd. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, thinking about these questions. I pushed him with my hand, and I thought I would sleep until this time. As he pushed forward, he discovered that there was still a lot of sweat on his body.

"Erlang, save me. I want to go back."

Then the glass suddenly called out, very clearly and in a coherent way, very different from when he had been talking fitfully about his dreams.

I sat up, goose bumps on my arms, my heart pounding as I stared through the glass. I felt a surge of fear. I pushed on the glass with all my might. "You should wake up now. You're still sleeping. Are you tired after talking in your sleep for an entire night?"

The glass moved, but did not wake, and turned and went back to sleep. The glass is all right, and that reassured me.

I'm thinking of glass, glass, and I want to think about how good it is for you to sleep so peacefully. Sigh, why would a judgement be issued based on the innocence of Bai Wuyi? To be walking around blindly just for this, it is truly too tiring to sleep well at night. Truly a sin. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel envious of the glass.

"Hurry up and get up, come and chat with me. You've been sleeping for such a long time already." I shook the glass hard in my hand.

At last the glass woke up and tried to sit up, but it didn't work, and then it lay down again, lifeless eyes and a tired face, wanting to say something but just looking at me and then looking away again.

I was completely speechless. I didn't want to drag him down with me, so I didn't care about it. I also lay down, turned around, and sent a text message to Yun-jie with my cell phone. Originally, he wanted to send it to Lu Xiran, but she had to get up early to work tomorrow. Since it was already midnight, he didn't send it to her.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

A text message quickly returned, "Bastard, hurry up and sleep. What time is it?"

I wanted to send it back, but the glass tapped on my shoulder behind me, and I couldn't care less about it. He still didn't understand and kept slapping me, which made me curse in my heart. Grandson, you're really thick-skinned. Just now when I talked to you, you ignored me. Now you still have the nerve to look for me?

I turned to scold him, but the glass was staring at me, unmoving, eyes wide but clearly lifeless. At this moment, his lips moved and he said, "Erlang, save me. I want to go back."

F * ck, the word 'glass' made me feel like I was being poured with a bucket of water. Then, the glass slowly closed my eyes and I fell asleep.

It occurred to me that something was wrong. The glass repeatedly sent me a signal that he was in danger and wanted me to save him. This shouldn't be an accident, there must be something going on inside. If anything had happened to the glass, it would have been easy to think of something to do with the well, and a step further would have been to do with Sister Rearan's husband. This is bad. If we were to connect the dots, I had no intention of joining in. But from the looks of it, I am unable to do so. It was all my fault that I had insisted on taking him to the Well Pond in the first place, and why I had insisted on telling him the attractive name of Chicken Baoquan. Why was it that when Yellow Wolf was blocking the way, I was so stubborn? "Yellow Wolf was blocking the way, the bad luck was in the head" seemed to make sense. With so many coincidences, it seemed that he had made a huge mistake. It seemed that humans could not fight against fate. I fell asleep blaming myself. When I woke up again it was broad daylight, and I turned to look at the glass. He was still asleep. Sixteen hours? What kind of concept was that? I touched his forehead. It wasn't hot.

"Glass, are you okay?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I'm so tired," he said. As soon as he finished speaking, he fell asleep again.

I hurriedly went to find Mom and told her about it. Mom was very angry, "How can I tell you about it? Don't mess with these things and go to these places. You just wouldn't listen. Now it's happening again." "The countryside is not a city. It is densely populated and has nowhere to hide …"

I also got angry when I heard this. With the current situation, is there any use in telling me this? "Alright, when I went out to play yesterday, didn't you agree to it? It would be good if someone told me about it."

"Brat, you're amazing! How dare you talk back to me? Let's see if I won't beat you to death today." Saying that, his mother turned around to look for a weapon.

I said, "Don't look for me anymore. You've already been fighting since you were young. Now that I'm old and still want to fight, I don't have any face left."

"Song Yunfan, you... You can do it, you dare to settle old scores with me, right? I … "Today, I …" I saw that my mother was trembling with anger, and I thought to myself, Forget it, I won't argue with him anymore. At her age, if she were to lose her temper, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Hearing our shouts and curses, Dad hurriedly came out and said, "What's the matter? Why are you making such a big fuss this early in the morning?"

"Go to the side if he dies." His mother scolded him fiercely.

His father immediately turned around and went back into the house. I hate dad in my heart, dad, you've always been bullied like this, when can you put in some effort to properly discipline your wife?

"Mom, tell me, do you have anything to do with this matter?"

"I don't care who cares." Mom's stubborn temper came up again. After hearing what she said, it seems like there's no hope. But I know she won't stand idly by. I know her too well. She's so impulsive. Nothing you say when you anger her will work. Once he calmed down, he would still have to deal with the matter.

I said I would wait until you were calm.

"Calm down? After you calm down, I won't help you."

I looked at Mom and gave her a cold laugh before I left. "Help me take care of the windows. I have some matters to attend to outside."

"Why are you laughing? Come back to me right now. This is too outrageous, too outrageous." His mother scolded him angrily from behind, "Your wings are too hard. If you have the ability, then stay outside and die. Don't come back."

It was that sentence again, as if she had invented it just for me and my father. I wanted to laugh, but I held back. I pretended to be calm and whistled as I left. Mom shouted from behind. Old thing, hurry up and eat, don't leave him.

What should I do? What was wrong with the glass? It doesn't look like it was supposed to be a collision. He was still conscious, so even if he slept again, what should I do to save him, and how should I save him, everything was a mess. If only he had the glass by his side, he would have been able to think of what to do, but why was it that he was always the one in trouble? I don't care what happens to him. Didn't they say that my life is full of fire and nothing dares to go against me?

Right, let's find a flower leopard. It occurred to me that only a leopard cat with mystical attainments could be considered profound, not glass. He was experienced and knowledgeable, so he should know what was going on.

When I found the leopard cat, he was cooking with a fire. Hearing that I had come, he laughed, "Why are you so free to come and visit me today? Did you encounter some troublesome matters again?"

"Aiyo, Uncle Li, you really are worthy of being a master. You can't hide anything from me." Come, come, come, let me help you light the fire. " As I said that, I snatched his job. I thought that if I wanted to find someone to do something, I would have to look at their face and say something nice to hear. It was necessary to flatter him.

"Cut the crap, if you have anything to say, just say it directly." Despite what the leopard said, I saw that he still had a smile on his face, and I thought to myself, "Stop pretending."

"From what you've said, how could I possibly be rude to an old senior like you …"

"Are you going to say or not?"

"Tell me, I'll tell you."

I explained the whole situation to the leopard cat, and the leopard cat said without thinking, "Glass lost his soul, to the extent that only one soul was missing. This could be because you were by his side, otherwise, all three souls would be gone, then he would really be dead."

"Lost my soul? You mean he's lost his soul? "

Losing one's soul was equivalent to losing one's soul, but losing one's soul was different from losing one's Yin. Under normal circumstances, losing one's soul and soul would not cause one's soul to be lost, so there was no need to talk about performance. The question now was how to retrieve the soul of the glass, which seemed to have something to do with Sister Rearan's husband.

"What can I do to retrieve his soul?"

"Soul-Shouting!" Go to the place where it was lost and cry out. You should know that. It's like crying out to a child's soul. Call it back. "

"I know how to scream, but the problem now is that the soul in the glass isn't in a free and unfettered state. He was hooked away by Wu Rilan's husband. What should we do?"

The leopard cat nodded, "You're right about that. Soul-calling is only for the wandering souls, so it might not be easy to hook this soul." Unless we first control the soul of Wu Rilan's husband, and free the soul of the glass, then we can call him back. "

The meaning of the leopard was that the soul of the glass was controlled by the dead husband, Wu Rilan. Only if we control him first, can the soul of the glass be free and we can call out the soul.

The leopard nodded again and said, "You got it, that's all. But there's one thing you need to know. It's not 'we control', it's you control it yourself. "

Grandson, I thought to myself, why are you always so reluctant to help me? You didn't want to help me regarding Cao Laoqian's fifth brother, but later on it involved your old friend, Old Lady Zhao, so you were willing to help. Why are you still acting like this now, don't you have a sense of professionalism? But I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, so I asked, "Why?"

"Normally, a water ghost wouldn't dare to hook up with a soul in front of you. You might be able to intimidate them, but since he did that, there must be an article in it. It's not as simple as a normal soul reaper, I'm afraid that he won't be able to handle it." The leopard cat took the fire back and pushed me out, meaning I could go now.

"Alright, if you chase me away, I won't stand up waiting here, but I still have to figure out a few more questions before I can leave, I can't come here without doing anything, it seems that I have to be a hoodlum." Uncle Li, if you can answer a few questions, then I'll write them down for you, or else I'll keep pestering you. "

The leopard cat frowned as she thought about it. She didn't know if he was thinking about doing meritorious deeds or whether he was just answering the question to stop being harassed. He thought for a while, then said, "Tell me about it, and I'll consider whether I can answer."

He had actually used "yes" instead of "yes", as if implying that by now he knew the whole thing well.