Seeing Shuyang's appearance, Li Sang no longer had any doubts. He guessed that maybe Shuyang's consciousness was fuzzy yesterday and he didn't remember clearly. Maybe he thought it was Rong Yu's trick.

Thinking of this, Li Sang put down his guard. He looked at Shuyang with burning eyes and asked, "Shuyang, what happened? You can tell me and I will do my best to help you."

Shuyang shook his head and put on a determined look, "No, Mr. Li, I have to deal with it myself. But is your mental illness getting better?"

Seeing that she took the initiative to mention her inner problems, Li Sang was stunned for a moment, and a burst of joy emerged in his heart. Both of them knew that the inner illness was fake, but Shuyang took the initiative to mention it at this time, which meant that she wanted to get closer to him.

But he was still reeling from what happened yesterday. He knew the effect of that medicine best. He had been in Yongguo many times in China and never failed.

He looked at Shuyang with some discomfort, "No, does Miss Shu have any new treatment methods now?"

Shuyang Zhengchou had no chance to talk about hypnosis. She stood up from the chair and slowly approached Li Sang. Her tone became gentler, "Mr. Li, I have been researching a new method recently, but I have never tried it on others.

But, are you willing to be my experimental subject?"

Li Sang couldn't help himself when he saw Shuyang's expression. He smiled and said, "Of course, I'm willing to do whatever you want to me."

Shuyang asked Li Sang to sit on the sofa, "Mr. Li, now lie down on this sofa and close your eyes to completely relax."

"Okay." Li Sang lay down with some excitement.

This sofa is a hypnotic sofa customized from abroad, specially designed for people with mental illness. The entire sofa is made of the softest fabric, and the inside is also filled with the softest velvet. When you lie on it, you feel like you are falling into a cloud.

middle..

As soon as he lay down, Li Sang felt unprecedentedly comfortable. He didn't even need Shuyang's words to guide him, and he felt the urge to sleep.

Shuyang's voice became softer and softer, "Mr. Li, now imagine in your mind the scene you dreamed about. On a huge stage, with bright lights, a woman wearing a white fishtail skirt walks towards you.

Come here, do you see it?"

"I saw it. She was smiling all over her face. She raised her hand and put it in my palm. We were dancing." Li Sang's face turned into a smile.

Shuyang continued: "Yes, dancing, what next?"

Li Sang's voice became more expectant, "She was looking at me tenderly, and her hand touched my cheek."

Shuyang couldn't hold back a wave of nausea. She wished she could just hack the man to death with the knife on the table.

She took out an earphone and put it on Li Sang, and clicked the play button. This was a forbidden song, lasting ten minutes.

Then she whispered a few words into Li Sang's ear, as if telling a story. After a long time, she slowly left the consulting room, leaving only Li Sang who was still lying on the sofa listening to forbidden music.

At night, Li Sang woke up slowly and felt that the surroundings were dark. He tentatively called Shuyang's name a few times, but there was no response.

Only then did he realize something was wrong. He picked up the earphones and listened to them again, then immediately dropped them to the ground. The music inside was too weird.

The sky was very gloomy at night, and there was even a hazy smell in the air that made it hard to see clearly.

Li Sang lay on the bed and did not sleep soundly. His right hand held the sheets tightly.

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell!"

In the darkness, he opened his eyes suddenly. There was no light around him. He didn't know where he was. He only felt that he was stepping on a soft sponge, and he was even a little unsteady and staggering.

He walked forward, trying to get out of this dark place, but there was no direction anywhere.

He could only hear the wind blowing by his ears, and then he heard someone quickly say in his ear, "Go to hell."

That feeling was so real that he collapsed on the ground in fear.

"Who is it? Come out!" He screamed with all his strength, but his screams only received echoes, endless echoes.

"Go to hell."

It was like the devil's whisper, blasting in his ears over and over again. He tried to find who was speaking, but there was not even a figure.

The next second, countless voices came from all directions, all saying: "Go to hell."

It's like there are countless flies hovering around your ears, trying to drive them away, but there is no one to be seen at all.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and he turned around in fear, only to see a knife falling to his side, but he still couldn't see anyone.

Then there was another dagger, and countless sharp weapons fell at his feet, as if there were countless people lurking in his body, trying to kill him.

Then, he suddenly felt severe pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a long knife passing through his chest.

"Help!"

He suddenly sat up from the bed and tapped the table beside the bed with a familiar hand. The light was turned on, and the light swept through the dark room, and he felt a sense of security.

After taking a heavy breath, he finally regained some composure. He looked down and saw that the long knife across his chest had long disappeared. There was no pain at all. It was obvious that everything just now was just a dream.

He rarely had nightmares like this. He would only have nightmares when he saw too many bloody scenes when he was young.

But everything in the dream was too real, as if someone really wanted to kill him.

Li Sang looked left and right, always feeling that someone was lurking around and might jump out and kill him at any time.

After turning on all the lights, he calmed down. Everything in the bright room made him feel safe.

what is going on?

In the light, a trace of doubt arose in him.

Rong Yu was sitting in the office. There were many documents piled on the desk in front of him, most of which came from the latest transactions of the Wen family.

Zhao Xiaoqi walked over leisurely and said, "Third brother, when are you going to give me a holiday? Lu Xi has argued with me several times and said she wanted to travel. If you don't give me a holiday, I will ask her to ask Shu for help.

Miss."

Rong Yu couldn't help but laugh, thinking that Zhao Xiaoqi had really worked hard these days, "You should send this anonymously to the old fox of the Wen family and hurry up."

"Really?" Zhao Xiaoqi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that the third brother actually let him go.

"If you keep talking nonsense, don't go."

"No, no, no, get out of here!" Zhao Xiaoqi immediately took away Rong Yu's tablet.

But after seeing the above content, I felt a little strange, "Third brother, why did you tell the old fox this news so quickly?"

"Is it soon? Wen Zhan did something wrong. Let's order some appetizers for her first." Rong Yu said coldly.
Chapter completed!