C35 (1/2)

Then I thought of the old man with the gray hair, the straight back, always smiling; the old man who had saved my life, taught me martial arts, and had accompanied me for almost the whole of my childhood and adolescence; the old man who had fought his way to the end of his life and had died with his enemies, and had wanted to give it to me with a sign.

I couldn't help but touch the legendary White Swamp Divine Beast's bone that hung around my neck. On top of the bone, Elder Bai used a knife to carve the image of a monkey from the Twelve Lives Pieces. The lines were very simple, but it had the kind of rugged beauty that only men would be able to understand.

After chatting with Manager Qian for a long time, they still could not come up with a solution, so he returned back to his office to do a report. I began to check the network status, when the headmaster is there I will be what MSN, QQ ports are all blocked. When he wasn't around, he opened it, or the women in the school, who saw online chat as their main entertainment, would definitely nag me to death.

After doing all of this, I started to think about what I should do, but there was nothing I could do. The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt. I discovered that after returning from my trip to the Great Xingan Mountain Range, the moment I came into contact with or thought about the Five Elements Arcane Art, Yin and Yang, or whatever the hell they were, my head would begin to ache. He was like a person who lost his memory, trying his best to recall his past, yet being unable to recall anything when he had a headache. Maybe he was thinking too much, or maybe he had eaten too much in the morning, plus he had slept too little last night. I felt tired and fell asleep on the computer table.

In my sleep, I returned to that space, hoping to find some clues among the scraps of paper that littered the floor. Finally, he saw something similar on a piece of paper that was supposed to be 'miscellaneous notes'.

It said that if a person was sickly or overly frightened, it was easy for the Primordial Spirit to wander around in their sleep. If this kind of person found it more dangerous to stay awake for a long time, perhaps the Primordial Spirit would find someone close to him and eat one of his hair if it remained outside its body. The person who has eaten the hair immediately goes to sleep, will enter into the patient's dream. In the dream ”persuade” him to come back, the patient can wake up safely.

In the evening, Manager Qian came to my house and the three of us tried to figure out what to do. Manager Qian suggested not to take too much risk and post the company's overtime without paying overtime, with a lot of pressure on its work, the company's staff being fired during the trial period and only giving 80% of its salary. By exposing their crimes, no one would come looking for a job, thus solving the problem.

Lao Hei felt that the method the Manager Qian talked about was too conservative. Furthermore, even if it was a company with a bad reputation, there would still be people who were not afraid of death to work. What he meant was to beat up the boss in front of the office building on a dark and windy night when there were few people around. Furthermore, she warned him that if he continued to use these strange things to harm others, he would cripple both of his hands. Let's see if he still dared to do so.

One on the left and one on the right. One was conservative while the other was radical. I told his everything about the dream that I remembered from ”The Ghost Scripture” so far. In the end, I concluded that it was a two-pronged dream. Manager Qian was in charge of posting and posting online. Other than dreaming, this company still had work to do at work, so he posted all of it onto the websites of famous companies and on various job hunting forums. Lao Hei still doesn't have a job yet, so he has a lot of time. He will try to take action once he enters the company, while I will try to help both sides.

At first, it went smoothly, but Lao Hei's interview was actually successful. His job was to sell phone calls. The exposure effect of Manager Qian's network was also very good, there were many people who resonated with him, it seemed like there was a large number of people who had been exploited by the boss. Just as I was feeling pleased with myself, something happened.

When I got home from work that day, I found that Lao Hei had already fallen asleep. I wanted to wake him up to eat dinner and have a few drinks. Who knew that no matter how he shouted, he wouldn't wake up. Slap and pinch were useless, saying that he fainted. However, I was very familiar with the way he gritted his teeth and smacked his lips. It was clearly a sign of him sleeping soundly. Then I remembered that I hadn't seen him get up in the morning to go to work. He seemed to have slept at home all day.

Crap, I'm sweating so don't fall for the man in the suit. My hair stood on end as I thought of his teeth, white as a toilet brushed with toilet detergent, and the slit in his throat.

I quickly called the Manager Qian, but no one answered. I just remembered that this kid and Monica went to the movies, so I switched it to mute mode and sent a text message to give a brief summary of the situation. Then, I had to think of a way alone. Helpless, I braced myself and started to use the method recorded in the《 Ghost Scripture》 to try and see if I could save Lao Hei.

Lao Hei did not know how many days he had not washed his hair. I plucked one and swallowed it with great force. When I was surviving in the wilderness, I ate everything in order to ensure that I had the strength to fight. However, even the rat meat at that time was much stronger than this. He kept saying to himself that he should eat more wooden ears when he got back, or else he would definitely have appendicitis. After swallowing it, I tried to fall asleep. I drank some more white wine and lay on the sofa, drowsy, watching the sky darken.

At some point, the sky had completely brightened. I was surprised to find myself in a beautiful place, like a beach in Hawaii or Dubai. On the left was the blue sea, the water was very clear, and small fish could be seen swimming under the water. On the right were indiscernible beaches and coconut trees. Amidst the trees, there were buildings. It seemed very familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen them before.

I started to run towards the building. When I was about ten meters away from the building, I stopped. From the outside, I could see that it was a huge villa. Not only that, a wave of female voices came from inside. Listening to the high and low Ah, oh, oh. The one selling the cake, I carefully thought about it and guessed that he had already run into Lao Hei's dream.

Three steps and two steps. I rushed to the exterior wall of the villa, jumped up, and with one hand held me, I flipped over the top of the wall. The instant I climbed up the wall, I saw Lao Hei. His behavior almost scared me off the wall, and I remembered why I thought it looked familiar.

Inside the wall was a large courtyard the size of two or three tennis courts, with a large swimming pool, garden, grass, and a small rockery. There were long tables on the grass, filled with all kinds of food and wine, more food than at the company's annual buffet and more variety. The wine was perfect, too, the brandy, the vodka, the wine in the ice bucket. Not far from the table were several barbecued charcoal stoves with sizzling beef, golden corn, and yellow bananas.

Next to the grass was a swimming pool, which was filled with all sorts of colors. Why do you say colorful, first with a variety of colors of swimsuits, then these swimsuits on a variety of skin of beautiful women. White, black, but mostly Asian women. On the other side of the swimming pool, I saw Lao Hei.

He was sitting in a large camping chair with a white woman with long legs and a full chest. She was doing ”exercise,” the source of the bed call I had just heard. ”The contrast between their skin vision and the fact that their bodies were entwined together made the Caucasian woman cry out hoarsely, as if she could faint at any moment.

The scene in the yard was so lustful that it was like a super rich man having a sex theme party. Although Lao Hei was the only man down there, there were still many women hugging each other in groups of twos and threes, kissing, biting, licking and touching … ”Fuck, isn't this the scene from one of the American and European yellow films that Lao Hei downloaded?” The only difference was that there were originally black and white women, but now there were many Asian beauties with yellow skin. If one looked carefully, they might be able to find Lan Na's empty body. The food was not the same, for example, the cold Korean noodles and northeastern pickles that I had never seen on a western table, but were clearly placed in the middle of the table.