Chapter 65 Uh-huh, ah-

ah Yan Zhi was stunned,

even forgetting to breathe.

He stared at the man in front of him without blinking.

Black hair, thin lips, a pair of eyes as deep as obsidian, facial features that seemed to be carefully carved, good facial contours, and body proportions should not be bad.

Because he didn't look down, he was only staring at his face.

Yan Zhi stared at his face closely.

He had seen this face before, but not in his ashamed dream.

Instead, he found a photo in the drawer not long after he moved in.

The photo looked very old, and the corners had traces of yellowing.

The man in the photo was wearing a black coat and sitting on a chair, looking coldly ahead, and there was a black gun on the table.

If there was no gun, he would look like a good person, but with the gun, I always felt that he might not be a good person.

Those eyes looked at people without a smile, cold and icy, as if looking at a dead person.

Even through the photo, people can feel scared, and he immediately put the photo back.

In the following nights, he couldn't sleep well and often had nightmares.

The first nightmare was the face in this photo.

The first time I dreamed of him, I dreamed that he put a gun to his chin and asked,

"Why did you come to my house?"

The cold muzzle of the gun was against his warm chin, and the feeling of alternating cold and hot was too obvious.

Although Yan Zhi was so scared that his legs were weak, he had something to say.

He said in a trembling voice,

"This is the house I rented, and I paid the rent."

"I don't know who you are, or maybe you know the owner here, but the owner of this house went abroad, so I rented it."

He didn't stray in by mistake, he rented it through formal channels.

This is really his home now, although it is not a permanent home, but it is also his temporary home.

The man slowly moved the gun to the corner of his lips.

"Really?"

"Who rented it to you?"

Yan Zhi didn't dare to open his mouth, he was afraid that the other party would poke the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.

The man really poked, but he poked the corner of his mouth, which was because he was disgusted that he answered too slowly.

"Speak."

Yan Zhi whispered, trying not to open his mouth and said the name of the middleman.

"He rented it to me."

"He said the owner went abroad and won't be back for a short time."

The man may have believed him and put down the gun in his hand.

For the second time,

he dreamed of that man again.

The gun in the man's hand turned a circle in his palm.

"Does the photo look good?"

Yan Zhi stared at the gun in his hand, afraid that he would point the muzzle at him again.

"Yes, it looks good!"

This person is exactly the same as the one in the photo.

This is clearly the real body in the dream, how dare he say it is not good-looking.

Especially since this dream is not under his control.

When the man heard him say this, he paused in turning the gun.

Fourth, he didn't expect the boy in front of him to say that he is good-looking.

He was a little curious.

"Good-looking?"

The man repeated Yan Zhi's words, and his face still showed no joy or anger.

I don't know what he thinks of this comment.

Yan Zhi was very nervous.

He has never praised a man since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to praise him.

I thought, is it not good to praise a man for being good-looking?

He changed his words halfway,

"No, it's not pretty."

Before he could finish, the man looked at him with his dark eyes.

"What's not pretty?"

Yan Zhi:!!!

It's pretty, but he won't praise it.

"Well, well, I..."

The man interrupted his "well, well, ah," and said,

"You shouldn't make such a sound in this situation."

Yan Zhi said "ah".

The man suddenly disappeared.

On the third night,

the man showed up as promised, but the gun in his hand was gone. Maybe he put it away, or maybe he was tired of playing with it.

Yan Zhi looked at him again.

The man without a gun in his hand looked much gentler, a bit like a good man.

Yan Zhi said,

"I don't know who you are, but I did rent this place, and I didn't take advantage of others."

He is not the kind of person who takes advantage of others casually.

Not to mention this kind of burglary.

The man said "well".

"I know. "

After saying that, the man suddenly stood up. The extreme height difference forced Yan Zhi to look up at him. Yan

Zhi still felt that he was a little dangerous.

He pleaded very sincerely,

"Then can you please not appear in my dreams in the future?"

Dreams can also hurt.

What if the gun accidentally went off and hit him? He was worried that he would be trapped in the dream world, and his real body would rot here without anyone knowing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Zhi looked at him expectantly.

"Okay? "

The man disappeared immediately.

He never appeared in his dreams again.

Later,

he was paralyzed by a ghost.

And those embarrassing things happened.

Yan Zhi looked at the man's familiar face, and at this moment he had a bold idea.

"You, are you, are you..."

Is it the ghost that pressed him from behind and made him call him "husband"?

It would use all kinds of tricks to mess with him and make him feel defeated. Even in the daytime, he could not forget the trembling feeling.

No wonder his classmates said that he was heartbroken when he hadn't seen him for a few days.

Because even if he didn't want to, his body would want to, too many times, and he had become addicted.

Yan Zhi's face was getting redder and redder.

But there was someone next to him, so he couldn't ask those embarrassing questions.

For several months, he tossed and turned under the ghost, crying, shouting, begging for forgiveness...

Gradually, he found that he could not control himself and fell into the dream.

When he woke up in the daytime, he would wonder if this was just his fantasy.

He couldn't believe it.

He checked the information on the Internet again and again.

Some people said that he was just too tired, and his consciousness woke up before his body was awake.

The ghost really made him feel that it was next to him.

It was not a so-called scientific answer.

After that, he became more and more obsessed, and even wanted to meet him.

But before he could think of how to do it, the house began to fall into chaos.

The ghost that made trouble didn't come, and he tossed and turned all night.

And now that he has seen him, he doesn't know what to say.

Is it fortunate? It should be, right? Fortunately, it was not a dream of only him.

Yan Zhi looked at him, waiting for his answer.

The man nodded directly.

"It's me."

Yan Zhi lowered his head embarrassedly.

It was him, it was him, it was really him!

It turned out that the ghost who did those things to him in the dream was this man.

They actually met.

Met three times.

At this time,

all the evil ghosts in the living room had dispersed, and the huge lotus phantom completed its mission and disappeared in the living room.

There were only three people and one ghost left in the living room.

Su Yixuan stared blankly at the man and the ghost opposite him, a strange and harmonious scene.

And Yan Zhi looked shy.

He couldn't help but speak.

"Why do I feel like they are talking?"