"Uncle, are you looking for me?"

"Uncle, can you give me a face?"

...

The innocent voice sounded, and Harrilu was slightly stunned and suddenly turned his head.

The moment I saw the figure behind me.

boom!

My head was confused for a moment.

His whole body stiffened and his pupils tightened!

I've confirmed that I've passed...Your sister! This guy has no face!

Behind Harry, on the butt of the horse, was a little girl in a pink princess dress. The little girl tilted her head and her head was facing him, but the front of the head was empty.

As if it was dug up, the wriggling flesh and blood made Harrilu's heart tighten and his heart was cool.

Gulu.

The little girl's face squirmed for a moment, and the falling minced meat made a thick fog float in Harrilu's eyes.

说好的童真,说好的无邪……

What's going on with this ghost kid?

Come out to ruin your childhood?!

Where is the face?!

Blood flowed down, dyeing the princess's skirt red, the little girl took a stiff step forward...

Harry Lu jumped up suddenly as if his butt was stabbed by a needle!

He raised Mengyan in his hand and planned to use the battle dream card to bombard the ghost child in front of him.

But……

The harsh ghost music penetrated his ears, making it impossible for him to concentrate on manipulating perception.

And, listen to this music.

He felt his body being hollowed out, becoming light and soft, and he could not exert any strength.

Damn!

What kind of dream is this?

Harry Rolls over and falls off the carousel. The real pain makes Harry Rory cry.

This is not his youth.

His youth...is a running under the setting sun!

Harry struggled to get up from the ground and ran forward hard...

His legs were a little weak for some reason.

However, the desire for survival deep in his heart made him run constantly.

The little girl with flesh and blood on her face raised her little hands crookedly, walking in a straight line like a little duck, accompanied by cunning ghost music.

There is a kind of beauty of "walking around the streets of paradise with me until all the lights are turned off."

Harry supported his waist and ran wildly.

His style is the speed of life and death.

The style of ghost kids is full of innocence and laziness.

The ghost kid chased Harri Road without any haste...

Why can anyone create nightmare dreams?

Didn’t it mean that no nightmares can become dream makers?

Harry Lu looked confused.

As he ran wildly, Harry came to the front of the Ferris wheel, opened the door of the Ferris wheel box and entered it.

Close the door tightly, leaning against the door, and breathing heavily.

The Ferris wheel moved and slowly rose to the sky.

While Harry was relieved, he also laughed loudly.

"You chase me, keep chasing!"

Harry Lu lay on the glass of the small box, looking at the ghost child standing under the playground with his head tilted, and couldn't help laughing!

How exciting!

Harry leaned against the private room and gasped.

It turns out that running...so exciting!

Unfortunately, such an interesting dream will soon be crushed into pieces by his third-grade dream.

This is the first time he has seen Harry Road in building a nightmare so interesting.

Um?

The cunning music rang again.

Harry suddenly became stunned.

"Bang!"

Outside the glass window, a blood-stained hand suddenly slapped the window, and the face squirming with the big pit appeared again.

Harrilu was so scared that he screamed, almost breathing a sigh of relief, and kicked his legs weakly away from the private room door.

"Uncle...you're pressing me."

The cold wind seemed to be blowing in Harry's ears.

Harry's body stiffened.

On his side, a pale, bloodless face emerged.

It was the face of a little boy, with green tendons covered with eye beads and grayish-white eyes.

Harry's mouth twitched.

A hissing roar.

Outside the box, a large pendulum whistled...

Suddenly he flew over the Ferris wheel box, and on the pendulum, a figure with half of his head broken stared at Harrilu in the box.

call……

The big pendulum swung and fell.

call……

It is up and down again.

Bang!

A loud bang.

The figure, which had half of his face, suddenly jumped out of the pendulum and stuck to the door glass.

Locked in the Ferris wheel box, Harry Road surrounded by ghosts only felt that the world was pitch black...

Ghost Paradise, Ghost Music, Ghost Dreams...

He recalled the ghost bride he met during the first assessment.

Harrylu seemed to understand something.

The originally tense heart suddenly relaxed at this moment.

My lower body shivered, and everything was boring.

The soul was baptized...

Harry Lu leaned weakly in the box and Su Fu's expressionless face appeared in his mind.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Farke Oil…”

A scream tore the silence of the ghost paradise.

The cold song is leisurely and melodious.

...

In the square.
To be continued...