Wukong nodded lightly, pulled the quilt onto himself, and kicked the boots on his feet to the ground.

The little dog turned his head and looked at the starry night sky, a trace of yearning flashed through his eyes, his face stretched out his desire, and then turned back to look at the dim room reflected by candlelight, and took a breath.

"Master Wukong, has that little dog brought the door with you?"

Wukong nodded lightly, then pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice: "Little Dog, go and tell me the words for your father and mother, and say--" He paused, as if he had made a huge decision, "Just say I agreed."

When the little dog heard Wukong say this, he immediately smiled and said in surprise: "Okay, good Master Wukong, I will definitely bring you this, then you go to sleep with Master Wukong." As he said that, he grabbed the door knocker with both hands and slammed into his arms. The door closed with a clang. The doorbell tied to the door was like a lark, making a crisp sound, wandering and flowing.

The little dog jumped and hummed the tune of countless turns in his mouth, and walked along the bluestone path and headed towards the front room. And in his terrifying tune, he occasionally jumped out "Xiao Tao, hehe, I'm going to be with you-'

The law of the world is the alternation of black and white, with mixed joys and sorrows. Some people cry, while others laugh. For Wukong, he is not only crying, but also stirring and torture while crying, or indignant pain.

The world is quiet, and insects, birds and frogs croak in the ears, leisurely. This is what Wukong likes, because Wukong is the person who knows the most about the romantic charm of Gu'an City and even the entire Xixia Kingdom.

Wukong exposed his head out of the quilt, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to move towards the quiet sound with his ears, pursuing the desire and yearning deep in his heart.

When he heard it, Wukong would not help but praise it, "Wow! If someone told me that this is a fairyland at this time, I would believe it without hesitation."

At this moment, the window was shiny for a moment, and the white light suddenly disappeared. At that moment, Wukong's room was also illuminated.

However, Wukong didn't see it because he was closing his eyes slightly and listening carefully to the croaking of insects, birds and frogs outside the window.

Wukong aroused his interest again and followed up with another sentence.

"Wow! If someone told me at this time that this is a fairyland, then I would believe it without hesitation."

Suddenly, a vicissitudes of voice outside the window said in the air:

"This is the wonderland."

Wukong responded with joy without any warning:

"I believe it!"

As soon as the sound fell, Wukong felt suspicious, "Huh, what? What sound?!" Thinking of it, he suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around the room, and after looking at it for a while, the table was still a table, chairs were still a chair, and they were still immersed in the dimness.

Wukong pinched his face with his fingers, and in a moment the pain rushed to the top of his head. He rubbed it with his hands and recalled: "It's not a dream, it's not a dream, how could I hear other sounds besides me? Is it auditory hallucination?"

Wukong thought about it, rubbed his butt to the edge of the bed, and looked at the candlelight on the candlestick with concentration.

The candlelight on the candlestick flickered and jumped irregularly on the wick, which also made the reflected light flash and jump everywhere in the room. It was accompanied by wisps of rising blue smoke.

Wukong calmed down again, frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "It shouldn't be. Even if it's auditory hallucination, it's impossible to be so clear. Could it be--"

Immediately afterwards, Wukong's scalp numb, his face became nervous and worried, and a hint of fear.

"Is it a ghost?"

As he said that, he couldn't help but scream in a panic, and subconsciously retracted his legs, which were hanging under the bed, curled up on the front of his chest, and his eyes were slid into every darker place in the room that could not be illuminated by candlelight.

"Although I, a seven-foot man in Wukong, must be literary and intellectual, and courageous," he said, and his teeth trembled, "But I can't write essays with ghosts. I should compare courage with ghosts and courageousness with ghosts. Then I am not as brainless as a little dog."

When Wukong thought of this, he felt a gust of cold wind rushing across his back spine, and his whole body trembled.

"It may be really a ghost. At the third update of the night, the clouds block the moon and the yang energy dissipates. It is a good time for a fierce ghost to come out of the coffin. It's a chirping sound. The more I think about it, the more I feel scared. I once heard the butler Lao He say that a fierce ghost doesn't bite a sleeping person after he leaves the coffin. Then I'll put on the quilt and slept hard, that's true."

After thinking about it, I grabbed the quilt and tilted my head to lie down.

However, at this moment, I suddenly heard the window bang and the wind blowing away. The candlelight on the candlestick was immediately extinguished, and I clearly saw streams of white mist, which penetrated through the window and penetrated into the room, accompanied by the whistling wind, which was extremely cold.

When Wukong saw this state, his scalp was tight and his head was buzzing, his hands and feet were instantly stiff, and he was not controlled by his brain. He was so frightened that he opened his mouth and closed it.

Wukong said hysterically in his heart, "Can it be that fierce ghost is really targeting me? Mom, I am really unlucky enough. I think that in addition to having some strange dreams, I am also angry with Hua Yasha. I have been forced to get married by my parents these two days. I have been involved in this matter again tonight. Oh my God, what kind of evil did I do in my previous life?"

Just when Wukong was so scared that he was terrified, the sound that had just passed by the vicissitudes of life appeared again. Listening to the source of the sound, it seemed like it was not far from the window.

"Being an immortal is an immortal, being a human being, do you still remember the huge difference between the path of immortality and the path of human beings?"

Wukong closed his eyes tightly, dared not open it, tightened his body, and did not even dare to breathe. He maintained his momentum for a while until he couldn't hold it anymore, so he opened his mouth and sniffed a few breaths, then shouted with a loss of life:

"Don't the fierce ghost like to bite people? If you want to bite me, you can't just say anything. I'm just tired of living, so bite me, bite me!" He shouted, stretched out his neck, and acted as if he was dead.

The voice seemed to continue repeating the sentence regardless of Wukong's words.

"Being an immortal is an immortal, being a human being, do you still remember the huge difference between the path of immortality and the path of human beings?"

When Wukong heard this again, he tried hard to restrain his inner fear and adjust his rapid breathing, and then he thought to himself with suspicion:

"It's strange, what does this fierce ghost mean? If you don't hurry up and bite me to death, run away from me to the slogan? Oh, by the way, why am I so scared? What I dream about every day is actually some floating and leisurely. I should get used to it. No, I have to muster up the courage to open my eyes and look at the fierce ghost. Even if I die, I will die. I understand it."

Wukong thought, slowly relaxing his closed eyelids and trying to leave a considerable slit for his eyes. However, before Wukong narrowed his eyes into slits, he heard the window closing with a bang, and the candlelight on the candlestick suddenly ignited. Then he heard the sound of vicissitudes of the sky from near to far outside the window:

"You have not yet been reborn, I am anxious. I will ask you that question after you have what you should have."

When Wukong heard this sound, he had some courage from somewhere. He suddenly opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, ran to the window, and pushed the window open, but only saw a huge figure flying in the air, heading towards the end of the night sky at a very fast speed. He saw that the figure seemed to have bright white wings that could cover the moon, trembling and trembling, with awesomeness.

In another blink, it disappeared.
Chapter completed!