When Zhou Haorui returned to the dormitory from Quanshui Street, it was already past three in the morning, and the three roommates were sleeping soundly.

His head relaxed a lot, and the crow sound did not sound again. After twenty days of torture, he finally could sleep, but he did not walk to the bed.

He walked to the desk beside the bed and sat down, turned on the computer, searched the Internet, searched for a while, and searched for information about "Yang Liu Qingqing" and "Jiang Qi". As expected, what searched for Yang Liu Qingqing was about was some ancient poems and information about the ancient style of Jiangnan, which was not like a personal name.

When we were leaving in front of the alley before, Zhou Haorui asked the gold-worshiping woman: "Do you really call it Yang Liu Qingqing? This name...is quite 'Qingwu Feiyang'."

"Are you really called Zhou Mo?" she asked him back, "or is the weekend?"

Zhou Haorui was stunned at the moment, with a blank expression on his face and was not eloquent enough to follow.

But according to Yang Liu Qingqing's meaning, of course she couldn't really call this name...

Even an online nickname is unlikely. After all, a 23- or four-year-old girl would not like this flavor now.

At present, Zhou Haorui searched and added keyword information from Dahua City and some colleges and universities in Dahua with this name, but he found nothing, although this does not mean that the woman really doesn't call this name...

He then searched for Lao Jiang, but the result was unexpected, "Huh?"

There is an author named Jiang Qi. Is it a pseudonym? He has published a mayor's version of "The Postmodern Us", but the sales are bleak. After printing a 3,000 volumes, there are no other books, and there are no other information... Thinking about Lao Jiang's appearance, he might be like this.

Zhou Haorui doesn't understand what the postmodern meaning is, but Lao Jiang is the most enthusiastic among them. He suggested at the time: "We are in the same trench now. Judging from the crow's meaning, we may have to come here to gather tomorrow night. Let's add a phone number or WeChat?"

However, Zhou Haorui and Yang Liu Qingqing were both vigilant and declined Lao Jiang's proposal, not revealing their contact information or other information.

When he returned to school, he deliberately took more detours and paid great attention to whether anyone followed him...

"Will we meet again tomorrow?" Zhou Haorui thought now, "There will even be more people?"

He thought for a while and it was almost four o'clock in the morning and was exhausted. He turned off his computer, went out to wash the bathroom on the floor, and then came back to sleep.

I only realized how tired he was when he lay down. Although he was in a heavy mood, he closed his eyes and felt like he was asleep in a daze.

After so many days, I finally got a sleep...

Blur, hazy, chaos, and the lingering strangeness are intertwined.

The light and shadow were rising, and he seemed to see a group of people wearing bird-beaked doctor masks looking at the night sky, as if he heard a sound... It seemed to be the crow again, its voice hoarse and spoke an obscure language.

Zhou Haorui's head began to hurt again, and the crow's voice kept repeating. It was not the plague coming, but a word...

"Go, use the power of the crow to eliminate the illness..." The crow said again, "Go and make the plague go away, sacrifice them to the crow..."

Suddenly, Zhou Haorui felt that he had woken up suddenly. The light in the dormitory was dim and the three Summer friends were still sleeping soundly. He sat up on the bed.

The cold wind blew, and at some point, the wooden door of the dormitory was opened, and there were a few cold reflections.

Zhou Haorui's heart suddenly sank. Those figures were not wearing bird-beak masks, but were like those goat-headed men that night, making him feel strange and dangerous. He quickly got out of bed and woke up Wang Jiaqi and the others, "Jiaqi, Ziyang, Li Hui, wake up!"

However, the three Summer friends were still asleep, as if they had fainted.

The black shadows outside the door appeared and walked in. They were wearing black robes and goatee beards, with blurred faces like sheep's heads.

"Let's go with us. Being a sacrifice is your luck, and the growth of new life requires nutrients."

Those people are approaching step by step.

"Grass..." Zhou Haorui murmured, and quickly shouted and went to find weapons. This was the sixth floor of the dormitory and could not escape through the window.

He shouted loudly, but there was no reaction outside, only dead silence.

He walked over and pushed and beat Wang Jiaqi and the others, but they still didn't wake up.

The six goat-headed men gradually pushed him into the corner. The badminton racket he grabbed was impossible to use.

But when these goat-headed men came up to capture him, Zhou Haorui still struggled hard, wielding his badminton racket to hit them... The racket was caught by a man, and several other men pulled his hands and feet, bang, bang, bang, heavy fists fell down, and kicked him hard, hitting his vital point...

Zhou Haorui twitched in pain, and every nerve was torn apart. He could no longer struggle and could only let himself be dragged out by these people.

It seems that the incident happened that night, but this time, will there be a crow helper?

Crows will not always guide you... learn to walk in the fog... use the power of crows...

Your power will grow, your power has grown...

In the violent pain, Zhou Haorui remembered the words that the crow kept saying in his dream just now, and the crow mark on his right wrist became hot.

With that ray of enlightenment, he shouted out the words:

“060607070806070907060607020600,060607070806070907060607070400070606070708060709070708060709070907010700070603010507080607090706,000501010700070603010507

0702040105!0600070603010507070802010506090406.0600070603010506030106010506090406.0600070603010506090406.0600070603010506090708010601050505040505.06010704060504060402060106070806010705000506060707080607090706."

Suddenly, the men who were dragging him made shocking screams. Their faces, necks and skins quickly turned black. Small and large pustules arose on the black skin, and some quickly turned into orange-sized wounds, and then burst into a festering and pus-flowing wound.

It was like the man suffering from the Black Death in Mary King Alley.

The Black Death has come to these people, but there is no treatment for scalpels or soldering irons.

In a blink of an eye, all the goat-headed men turned into a pile of bones and a pool of pus in extreme pain...

It was also at this time that Zhou Haorui felt that everything around him was twisting.

"Ah..." It was like a balloon burst, he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up on the bed, looking around blankly, covered in cold sweat.

Just now, what was just now was... a dream?

The wooden door of the dormitory was closed, and there was no goat-headed man on the ground, and the three roommates slept peacefully.

"Dream?" Zhou Haorui murmured, looking at the mark on his right wrist, but it was still burning a little, as if a fire was flowing by.

The obscure words he shouted in his dream... He remembered them all, as if they were engraved in his mind, was that just a dream? Or... supernatural power? spell?

Is it the power of the crow?

Zhou Haorui opened his lips slightly and stopped. If he read that sentence himself, would it really be... what effect would it be?

Yang Liu Qingqing and Lao Jiang, have they had this dream too?

What does Mary Golden Alley experience mean tonight...

He only felt one of the meanings of that spell: "The crow returns blood to blood."

Zhou Haorui sat on the bed, looking at the door of the dormitory, and thought for a moment.
Chapter completed!