C22 (1/2)

In the middle of the grave stood a figure with unbound hair and a pale face. It was smeared with a thick layer of makeup, blush, and lipstick.

I still remember, this look was exactly the same as when Aunt Zhang died, like a paper man.

”Aunt Zhang? Aunt Zhang? Is that you? ”

In my dream, I felt like I was back in my childhood. My voice was young and tender, and I was muttering noisily.

Aunt Zhang's pair of eyes didn't have the slightest bit of luster to them and were completely lifeless as she stared at me woodenly.

I wanted to go over, but Aunt Zhang, who was standing in a pile of graves, waved her hand as if she was saying goodbye to me and also seemed to be telling me not to go near.

In my dream, I wasn't the least bit afraid, I only wanted to catch the Aunt Zhang.

But right at this time, Aunt Zhang suddenly laughed. Her smile revealed her teeth, but her eyes were still dull.

At the same time, I suddenly saw pale-white hands stretching out from the ground.

It appeared so suddenly, causing a cloud of dust to rise up.

These people were all grabbing upwards, as if they were frantically trying to grab onto something.

Aunt Zhang's legs were grabbed just like that. Seeing this scene, I panicked and cried out:

”Aunt Zhang! Run, Aunt Zhang!

But Aunt Zhang just looked at me like that. I clearly saw two streams of tears flowing out from those lifeless eyes, were two streams of blood colored tears …

”Hehehe …” ”Hahaha …”

Slowly, Aunt Zhang's smile turned into a crazed laugh. Two streams of blood tears and that crazed smile, gave off a feeling of incompatibility.

And her body was also moving. I just watched as Aunt Zhang was slowly being grabbed by those pale white hands and slowly sinking into the ground.

It was clearly a hard ground, but it was like a swamp, and they just watched as Aunt Zhang sank into it.

At this moment, I finally started to feel fear. I turned around and was about to escape, but at this moment, I realised that I couldn't escape anymore …

I didn't know when, but I had actually arrived at the center of the tomb. Those pale-white hands had already grabbed me … Just drag it towards the ground...

This kind of feeling made me completely terrified. I screamed, struggled, and tried to struggle free, but there was nothing I could do in front of these pale white hands …

Ah!

With a scream, I abruptly sat up on the brick bed, panting heavily. At this moment, my forehead was covered in sweat.

Lingling had already woken up and was helping me prepare breakfast.

This scene made me feel a little ashamed, although I had only interacted with Lingling for a short day.

But Lingling made me feel a warmth that I have not felt in many years.

Even though Lingling is small, she's very sensible. When I was sick, she was by my side to take care of me, just like a little sister.

So seeing Lingling getting up to cook early in the morning, I felt a little guilty.

However, I wanted to say something, but in the end, I didn't say it out loud. After being cold to others for so many years, I didn't communicate with them.

And at this time, Lingling looked at me with concern:

”What's wrong, big sister? Did you have a nightmare?”

I shook my head.

”I'm fine …” ”I'm fine …”

I never would have thought that after so many years, Aunt Zhang would once again appear in my dreams.

Old people often said that dreaming of someone who was already dead was definitely not as simple as just a dream. It could be that the spirit of the dead was conveying some sort of message to you.

But... What was being conveyed?

I frowned, unable to understand.

However … I faintly felt that this dream was indeed not ordinary, because it was incomparably real. For a moment, I even felt that the Aunt Zhang was right in front of me.

Aunt Zhang had already died for so many years, who would have thought … Years later, there was some kind of connection between her and me.

Outside my dream, it seems so real and illusory. Could it be that the Aunt Zhang wants to pass on something to me?

I can't even remember the appearance of Aunt Zhang, but I can still clearly remember how she looked like when she died.

But to be honest, when the Uncle Zhang was still alive, although our two families lived opposite each other, we didn't have much interaction with each other.