Chapter 169 Strange Dream

The drunkard glanced at the two of them, didn't speak, and went straight to sleep on the bed.

Tsing Yi stepped forward: "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, sleepy." The drunkard said without opening his eyes.

"Then go to bed early." Tsing Yi turned off the light for him, and went to his room with Bai Yi.

The door was closed, and the drunkard opened his eyes again. He sat up, looked at the closed door, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Then he picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table and started drinking again...

He was not the only one who suffered from insomnia tonight.

Jun Moyan was lying on the bed with one hand behind his head, looking at the ceiling, frowning.

The things that happened that couldn't be explained by common sense made him feel that the world was a bit mysterious.

He has always been in a passive disadvantaged position, which made him feel very irritable, like a fire in his heart, and he had nowhere to go.

I can't figure out the other party's movements at all, and I can't find the other party's figure. This is definitely the first time that this kind of attitude of being slaughtered.

"Meow~"

The little milk cat on its neck moved, its little paws hugging his neck tightened, and its little head rubbed against him.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and smoothed its hair.

It was not until midnight that he slowly fell asleep.

However, less than half an hour after falling asleep, Jun Moyan fell into a region of chaos.

It is the kind of failure that suddenly falls from the land into the abyss.

The falling speed was very fast, and the wind blowing past his ears almost blinded him.

As he fell deeper and deeper, the surroundings became darker and colder, and he seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, as if he would never reach the bottom.

I don't know how long it took, and the surroundings are no longer black that can't be seen. Instead, it is the kind of hazy black that can be seen clearly but not really.

A dark breath came over.

He no longer falls, but it doesn't look like he's on the ground either.

So he lowered his head and looked at the ground, but only saw black smoke swirling around, and the part below the calf could not be seen clearly at all.

Jun Moyan frowned, looking at everything around him vigilantly.

There is a black fog everywhere, and it is impossible to see the scene three meters away.

Bursts of cold air came, making Jun Moyan feel like he was in hell.

He stepped up and walked forward carefully.

The further you go, the thicker the black fog and the lower the temperature.

This kind of cold is freezing into the bone, as if it wants to freeze human blood.

This gloomy, dangerous and unknown place, Jun Moyan should have been vigilant and fearful, but he actually felt kind.

This intimacy, coming from nowhere, made him feel inexplicable and strange.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of the river lapping on the bank in front of him, vaguely mixed with the screams of ghosts crying.

Jun Moyan paused, as if hesitating whether to move forward or not.

However, curiosity prevailed, and Jun Moyan only hesitated for a moment before continuing to walk forward.

He wanted to find out what this place was.

The closer he got, the clearer the ghost's cry became, and it made people feel chills.

The outline of a stone bridge ahead loomed in the black mist, making Jun Moyan stop.

The stone bridge gives people a simple and heavy atmosphere, as if it has been baptized by thousands of years of wind and rain.

And under that bridge, a yellow river that seemed to be stirred by mud passed across the bottom of the bridge.

The river was so fast that I couldn't imagine what would happen if someone fell.

The roaring and roaring of the myriad ghosts came from the river.

A gust of wind blew away the black mist a little.

Jun Moyan looked intently, and when he saw what was in the river, he felt numbness in his scalp and a chill in his back.