Chapter 548 Disdain
Even I didn't expect that my tone would be so aggressive when I opened my mouth.
This attitude is a little different from my usual one, I noticed it myself, let alone Broken Eyebrow and the Judge.
At this moment, the Judge also looked up and began to pay attention to me, and then I saw him raise his hand and splash all the tea in the cup on my face.
However, the tea hitting my face also gave me a bone-chilling cold feeling.
This is not right, I saw it clearly just now, the tea in his cup was still steaming, it can't be said that it was cold and steaming.
"Do you feel that the water is cold, and you haven't realized that your situation is wrong? You are possessed by evil.\
,"After the Judge said this, I understood what was going on.
Could it be that my senses are different from others now?
Others feel hot, but I feel cold.
Others feel cold, but I feel hot.
Just when I was thinking about it, Broken Eyebrow came behind me and pulled out a long hair from the back of my neck.
I estimated that this hair was about half a meter long, which was obviously a woman's hair.
And the root of the hair was golden.
I naturally thought of a witch. Among the things I encountered in the past two days, there was only one woman with long hair.
And the root of the hair was golden, which was ironclad evidence.
It told me directly that the owner of this hair was a witch.
I had no physical contact with the witch, which I remember clearly.
If there was any physical contact, I would not have failed to notice it.
The closest distance between her and me was on the bus, and there was a protective door between us.
It can't be said that she crawled around the protective door and stuffed her hair in.
If it was something else, it might have been stuffed in, but the hair was soft and limp, which was impossible.
"This hair belongs to the witch, but how could she put it on me? I didn't touch her."
My face was full of doubts, and I could feel the residual temperature on my cheeks.
I knew that the reason why I couldn't feel the normal temperature just now was completely affected by that hair.
Just a hair has such a great influence, I think it's a bit scary.
Broken Eyebrow pulled out a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then handed the hair to the judge.
I saw a ball of green flame burning in the palm of the judge's hand, burning the hair completely.
The air was filled with a smell of burnt hair, which was a little different from the stench I thought.
According to previous experience, the smell of burning things related to ghosts and spirits will basically make people feel desperate.
This is not bad, at least it is the smell that should be in the world.
"When you were dreaming last night, did you dream of those things again? They still had contact with you in your sleep, and then the witch kept crawling on you."
When the judge spoke, there was still a little smile on his face. The more he said this, the more incredible it felt in my heart.
How did he know that the witch was indeed crawling on me.
I didn't expect that she would actually cling to me. I didn't even dare to open my eyes, let alone look at her.
I was afraid that she would become something that I couldn't accept, and disgusted me again.
I didn't expect that she climbed on me just to leave a hair.
But how can I bring something in my dream into reality?
I think all of this seems particularly absurd.
"I did dream about those monsters in my dream. Medusa and I almost looked at each other. I also saw a dragon that looked like a lizard, and the fallen angel you said. Its wings behind it had four wings on one side and three wings on the other side. The side with three wings was still bleeding black blood."
I tried my best to describe the things I saw last night.
In fact, not long after I woke up, my memory of that period was a little vague. I tried my best to recall it and only had a rough impression.
The judge didn't say anything, but Broken Eyebrow examined me thoroughly inside and out.
I felt that I didn't have any secrets in front of him.
If there is no, there is nothing that I can't tell them anyway.
Of course, I still can't let others know everything I plan in my heart. There must be some reservations.
"When you sleep, turn your head to face the end of the bed, and then put a knife under your pillow."
I nodded, thinking that the method he said seemed familiar.
When I had nightmares when I was young, my blind grandfather would tell me this, but he told me that I could just turn the pillow over, slap it twice, and spit.
Or you can put a pair of scissors or a knife under your pillow and you won't have nightmares.
I have never forgotten it, but I don't have many nightmares, so I don't think about it much.
I began to think about the monsters in my dreams, and wanted to find some clues from their behavior.
But my memory has become more and more vague, and I even forgot what Medusa looked like.
It seems that she has no hair and a head full of poisonous snakes, which should be like this.
Anyway, she left a deep impression on me. After all, who doesn't get scalp numb when looking at that snake?
The three of us sat in the living room, and we could say that we were speechless.
Suddenly I heard someone calling from behind, and I subconsciously wanted to turn around, but the voice sounded a little strange to me.
If I heard correctly, this voice came from a woman.
A woman was calling me in broad daylight. What on earth did she want to do? I said to myself that it was impossible not to panic.
But there was no need to panic, because Judge and Duanmei were sitting next to me, and it was daytime, when the sun was at its strongest and the Yang energy was at its strongest.
If I were alone at midnight, I might still panic.
But when she called me, was I the only one who heard her?
No one around me heard it, and I started to pay attention to the expressions of Duanmei and the judge.
I found that both of them were bowing their heads in deep thought, so they probably didn't notice.
At this moment, I heard the woman call my name again.
He was still playing a long tune, slowly, with some indescribable weirdness in his tone.
I didn’t think about it this time and just grabbed Duanmei’s hand.
"Someone was calling my name. It was a woman. It was a bit scary. Her voice was deliberately trying to scare me."
After going through so many things, I am no longer the Su Ren who was easily frightened and screamed.
So now she was calling my name in an extremely scary voice.
I can also do it and explain this fact without changing my face.
People always have to grow.