Zhuang Xing, who had just entered the society, had a dream on the first day he took on the project. There were things in the dream that were crying and howling, which was extremely disturbing... Unfortunately, he came face to face with these things the next day...
"Where do you think this is?!" Zhuang Xing stood in front of the vermilion door, looking at the group of people in the courtyard with lifeless eyes and miserable expressions on their faces.
"Dream"
"Mine? Why do these hands look so familiar... Hey, I remembered, these are the hands. It was you who came to me last night. You seemed to have said... That you begged me to save your son," Zhuang Xing said, looking at the dull-eyed woman beside him.
"Hey, why don't you speak?"
"Hey..." Zhuang Xing looked strangely at the woman in front of him who looked down and out but had no reaction.
"This little friend, he can't speak." Jin Cheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Because... This is not your dream."
After finishing speaking, Zhuang Xing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then you mean someone had the same dream as me?" There was a strange light in his eyes.
"Although the dream you mentioned seems to have a different meaning from my "dream", it can still be understood in this way. It's just that the person lived thousands of years ago."
"..."
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