Chapter 205 (1/2)

The night is deep.

The night of the community is always very quiet. Although it is a dilapidated community, it has done a good job in isolating the noise such as whistle.

Su Fu had been lying in bed for a long time. With the night, he gradually fell asleep.

Enter the black card space.

Exchange for scare juice and a can of it with the little slave.

As the trial camp let the members go out to do tasks, the number of people soaking in the dream card communication area became much less.

This also led to the decrease of Su Fu's frightened juice.

The daily amount of scare juice also decreased to about 1000 ml, and the desperate fruit basically couldn't open.

The fruit of despair can enhance the evolution of little purple dragon, which is very important for Su Fu.

Since the little purple dragon can cover Su Fu's arm in the form of a purple dragon fist and become a purple dragon arm, Su Fu's care for little purple dragon has become more and more prepared.

Su Fu knows what that state is called, which is called the attachment of mengka creature.

Just like Xinlei's little fire dragon can be turned into a cannon.

It can enhance the combat effectiveness of the dreamer and the power of the combat dream card.

Little purple dragon has just hatched, but it can attach itself, probably because of the effect of despair fruit.

After drinking 1000 ml of fright juice for each slave and ghost.

Su Fu came before the dream.

Because Su Fu has broken through level 4, he can open the four grade dream

The wooden figure stood in front of the locked old mahogany door and waved to Su Fu.

Su Fu knows that these two wooden figures definitely have a story.

Unfortunately, he has no ability to find out the story of the figure for the time being.

”Open a four grade dream.”

Su Fu said to the wooden figure.

The wooden figure waved and then unlocked the lock.

The fourth grade dream must be different from the third grade dream. Su Fu raised his hand, pressed it on the door and pushed it gently.

The wooden figure holding hands seemed to stare at Su Fu.

The light in front of me suddenly flourished.

Later, Su Fu found that the picture in front of him suddenly blossomed.

……

The round moon hangs high in the air.

The branches spreading from the courtyard seemed to be covered with a light gauze in the moonlight.

Su Fu found himself in a dilapidated and dark courtyard.

The moonlight was overcast, as if with some depression.

In the courtyard, the potted landscape picked has lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches.

Su Fu walked several times in the courtyard and found nothing strange.

Twist your neck.

Su Fu narrowed his eyes.

Walking to the wooden house behind the courtyard, the floor of the wooden house was covered with a thick layer of ash.

Su Fu stepped on it, and the board creaked.

The dust rustled off. There was no light in the wooden house. Take a look at the moonlight. Looking at the wooden house, it was dark.

What's the matter with this dream?

Su Fu took a deep breath. The fourth grade dream, which is black card's fourth grade dream, will definitely be more terrible than the third grade dream. At the moment, great terror is often brewing in the calm.

He continued to walk inside the wooden house. Although it was dark around, Su Fu was very calm.

The sound of string fluctuation came from the depths of the wooden house, melodious with a bit of desolation and infiltration.

The wooden house is very big. It is a small country villa.

Su Fu stepped into the first floor and found a dusty silver flashlight on the messy table on the first floor.

This is an old-fashioned flashlight. Try to push the switch and emit a dim yellow light. In the dark, it shines a ring.

With a flashlight, the picture in front of you is much clearer.

Messy houses, collapsed tables and chairs, covered with spider silk and scattered newspapers.

Su Fu twisted his neck, narrowed his eyes, crossed the living room and stepped on the wooden stairs. The handrail was made of wood and painted with red paint. It looked a little strange.

The sound of the strings came again.

Floating down from the second floor.

Su Fu looked up and continued to walk upstairs.

If you want to explore a dream, you can only move forward step by step.

The sound of the strings is similar to the sound of pipa playing, sometimes as fast as pearls and jade falling on the plate.

On the second floor, the flashlight shone forward. It was still dark. There was no light and no breath of life.

Su fuben wanted to send out perception, but as soon as the idea appeared, the perception was compressed in the body and could not be released.

In the corridor on the second floor, the wooden wall is painted with a layer of white powder wall. Many places are moldy because of humidity, and are covered with little green fungus circles.

Cockroaches and spiders cling to the wall.

On both sides, there are push-pull wooden doors, and the door paper pasted on the wooden door hangs disorderly.

Su Fu continued to move forward with a flashlight and pushed open the wooden door rustling dust. There was nothing in the room.

Only a worn-out dresser.

In front of the dressing table was a lute with broken strings.

The sound of Pipa spread from this room, but Su Fu couldn't hear any sound of Pipa standing in this room.

When he came to the pipa, Su helped him to grasp it. It was a little heavy and time-honored.

Suddenly, Su Fuxin felt something.

Suddenly turned his head and looked into the dressing mirror.

In the dressing mirror

Reflecting the sliding wooden door.

In the corner of the wooden door, there is a head with messy hair lying there

The head seemed to be covered with thick white powder and painted with the most gorgeous lipstick!

His eyes widened and stared at Su Fu through the mirror of the dresser.

Huh?

Su Fu stood up abruptly.

Holding the lute, he turned and looked at the sliding door. The light of the flashlight shone in the past, but there... Was nothing.

Have you started?

It's creepy.

Su Fu tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Duang~

Suddenly, the pipa in Su Fu's hand automatically made a sound, which was sharp and harsh.

Inexplicably, I felt that the pipa in my hand became more and more heavy.

It's like something is pressing on the lute.

Su Fu seemed to think of something. He took a step back and looked at the dressing mirror first.

At this point, Su Fu's pupils did not shrink.

On the broken pipa, there was a head with scattered hair and wide eyes.

It seemed that Su Fu was looking at her through the dressing mirror and couldn't help grinning at Su Fu, revealing a terrible smile.