Strangely, there was no oil in the lamp, only light.

The two people sat cross-legged on the bed and talked to themselves.

In addition, everything was hazy, like a misty fog covering the room, making things visible but not clear.

Not only can't he see clearly, but he can't hear clearly what the two people said to him. But the strange thing is that he can't hear clearly the words they uttered or the sentences they said, but he knows what they mean to him.

"Mr. Qiao, you're polite. In fact, we are not pedestrians on the road, but Taoist priests from Yishan. We are not going anywhere at night. We are here specifically to find the monster."

Middle-aged people are emotionally dull and don't know how to answer.

And he didn't answer.

I vaguely realized that this might be a dream.

The two figures sitting on the other side of the Tongbu seemed to know this, and said to themselves:

"Meeting Mr. Qiao was a fateful encounter. I never thought that there would be an unexpected fate, and Mr. Qiao's moral behavior is admired by demons, ghosts and people alike.

"Now that the monster has been caught by us and ordered to return all the money and not to cause trouble in the future, the matter is settled.

"Although this monster has never killed anyone, only causes trouble at night and does not cause major trouble, and it only started causing trouble recently, the Runze County government still posted a notice offering a reward. The reward is not much, just twelve taels."

The middle-aged man did not speak or move.

It doesn’t even seem like there is a “self”.

There is only one perspective in the corner of Tongpu, where you can see the scene and hear the sound.

"Thinking of our fate with Mr. Qiao, and thinking that Mr. Qiao's life would be difficult after paying off his debts, we placed the token left by the monster under the poplar tree on the right side of the Guandao entrance when we left the thatched shop. If Mr. Qiao was interested, he could

I heard that after the monster returns the money, take the token to the government to receive the reward, and just tell the truth."

The light in the room slowly dimmed.

The consciousness of middle-aged people seems to have disappeared.

When I woke up, it was already early in the morning.

The door of the thatched hut was wide open, and the early morning sunlight had already poured in. The house was full of dust, and two dogs were barking in their baskets.

"Ouch……"

Middle-aged people feel particularly dizzy and dazed, as if they have overslept.

"last night……"

The middle-aged man vaguely remembered that he had a dream, which was quite strange.

He quickly turned his head and took a look inside the house.

The two young men have long since disappeared.

"..."

The middle-aged man shook his head and put aside his distracting thoughts, stood up, put on his shoes, and carried the bamboo pole on his back.

What happened last night was obviously just a dream.

He felt that he was always thinking about the monsters on the road yesterday. In the past few days, he had been thinking about such monsters, ghosts, gods and wonders, so he had such a dream at night.

Dreams are such strange things.

It's even less worth taking seriously.

Where can such wonderful things come from in the world? Not to mention such magical things, even such good things as giving you money have never happened.

As for the headache, it was probably caused by catching a cold from the wind yesterday or not sleeping well in this thatched cottage.

I overslept, and it was already afternoon when I walked home.

After waking up, the dream was already blurry. The middle-aged man quickly put it behind him and went home with a backpack on his back.
Chapter completed!