The door was pushed open quietly.

Lao Fu put out the cigarette and took a step.

The room was extremely dark.

But Lao Fu had no expression on his face. The death of Spades had nothing to do with Su Fu.

But...it still has something to do, isn't it?

Lao Fu raised his hand, pinched his chest, gritted his teeth, his face feeling a little painful and self-blame.

If he hadn't asked Spades to accept this task, the girl he had watched as growing up would not have been killed by the Dream Eater.

Give it a breath.

Lao Fu's expression became natural again. He was wrong, but... Su Fu was wrong, too.

In the room.

Extremely quiet.

The sound of the clock ticking and walking resounded continuously.

Lao Fu took a step, and the sound of shoes colliding with the ground was very clear in the room.

Sudden.

He frowned.

A cold wind blew.

The red robe rolled up, and the black hair fell from the ceiling, suddenly blocking his vision. A cold face and bleeding eyes were staring at him coldly.

In the distance, the white cat with green eyes stared at him with its mouth open.

In a strange atmosphere, if an ordinary person had already had a numb scalp and walked away.

However, after Lao Fu experienced the initial surprise, he calmed down. This calmness originated from his confidence in his strength.

A female ghost in red?

Lao Fu's eyes narrowed under his sunglasses.

In the face of absolute strength...

Demons and monsters can only get out!

The majestic spiritual perception suddenly became released.

The little slave's expression changed, his body disappeared instantly, and he appeared again, hanging beside the cat girl.

The cat girl also had her hair all over her body.

Su Fu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up instantly.

Lao Fu has no expression on his face.

suddenly.

A whistling sound broke, and the glass in the window suddenly shattered.

With a click, a disposable chopstick suddenly burst out under the influence of mental perception.

Lao Fu's mind trembled and his head moved slightly.

The sunglasses were pierced by chopsticks and nailed to the wall.

"Who are you?!"

Su Fu lifted the quilt, turned over and shouted loudly.

But I could only see a suit and clothes flying up.

Lao Fu's figure has disappeared.

...

Downstairs of the dilapidated community.

The boss selling stone paste grabbed a bowl of hot ramen and looked at the disposable chopsticks with only one left with headache.

He shook his head without any odor.

Turning around and returning to the store, closing the door.

The roof.

Lao Fu looked at the boss who had returned to the store with lingering fear and took a deep breath.

"So strong... Is the seventh-level master?!"

The perceived oppression at that moment just now made his blood flow freeze.

A little grandmaster dream maker actually hid in a dilapidated community to open a small shop?

What is the purpose?

Protect Su Fu?

Lao Fu narrowed his eyes, and the deep scars shook. He remembered the previous information, which Su Fu's parents showed as top secret.

Could it be...

...

Su Fu looked at the disposable chopsticks trapped deep on the wall. There was a piece of sauerkraut leaf hanging on the chopsticks. The sunglasses were pierced and the lenses were broken into pieces.

Recalling the back before, Su Fu felt familiar.

Who is going to kill him?

Who is the one who saved him?

After becoming a dreammaker, Su Fu discovered that the world is really dangerous.

The white-haired girl last time, the man in black suit this time...

Su Fu fell into silence.

The little slave floated over, his pale face very serious.

Want to move?

Su Fu thought for a while.

In the end, I gave up. The danger may not disappear because of moving. There are still people who can protect him. Although I don’t know who it is, it is safe for the time being.

In addition to increasing his alertness, he must also improve his strength as soon as possible!

Close the door and lock it.

Su Fu leaned against the wall, hugged the cat girl, touched the cat girl's hair, and stared at the boss.

He is so fucked...can't sleep.

But he didn't dare to enter the black card, so he could only pet cats all night.

...

Late at night, the moon is full and the stars are sparse.

Zhou Wenqiang lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, lonely and lonely.

He is a card analyzer, yes, he is also a senior single.

During the day, he was immersed in the joy of identifying dream cards. Only when it was late at night could he feel the emptiness, loneliness and coldness deep in his heart.

What should I do if I can’t sleep?

Zhou Wenqiang urged Mengyan to enter an entertainment site.

When he is idle, he will look for some entertainment dream cards in the entertainment site to relieve the emptiness.

Although, from his professional card appraiser's perspective, most of these entertainment dreams are shoddy.

Huh?

“A pleasant daily routine in ghost school?”

"This name is weird, is it comedy? It should be very good if you can recommend it on the homepage..."

Zhou Wenqiang raised his mouth and opened his dream.

The picture in front of me changed.

He found himself in a cold and deep place.

It was very late at night, so quiet that there was no sound of insects.

The cold wind blew, whispering to her face, and she felt a little chilled inexplicably.

"It's not bad... This dream effect is a work of conscience!"

Zhou Wenqiang was surprised.
To be continued...