"Welcome the great immortal back to his position!"

Under the black night sky, a round voice called softly, like a summer cricket, light without any fireworks.

Zhang Jiufan turned his head away, turned around, and casually put Xia Liang on his briefs, curled up his body, and the face that became impatient due to disturbance brought a sweet smile again.

It seems that in my dream I saw the woman who made him full of hormones again.

The broad red coat wrapped around the slender figure, and the long hair extending to the waist swung naturally like a willow branch, falling on the slightly upright round buttocks.

rustle....

A wonderful sound echoed in the dream, and a drop of drooled drooled along the corner of his smiley mouth, along his stubble chin, naturally sagging onto the pillowcase, leaving a pool of invisible stains.

"Great immortal, great immortal, it's time to return to his position."

The different voice, with a hint of cleanness, was like a lady from a noble family, and even more like the little maid in the palace who was serving her close to her ears. She stood gracefully in front of Lao Zhang's bed, pushing and shouting.

Zhang Jiufan felt itchy. This lady-like lady is so dignified and virtuous, well-educated, graceful and generous. She can have a secret meeting with such a woman, even in her dreams, which is a great enjoyment.

It's such a beautiful dream. I can't help but creaking my teeth, and the sound of grinding my teeth is quite rhythmic.

"Daxian, stop sleeping, it's time for you to return to your position."

"Sister, is this really a great immortal? Why is it like a dead pig?"

"It should be so, his heaven is full and his pavilion is round..."

"But we slept too heavily, and we couldn't wake up with our magic power. We finally called the land and mountain god over here, and he was always so useless..."

"Be patient, Xiao Wu, your temper will not change and you will suffer in the future..."

"Sister, I know, but he... is waiting outside...or..."

It seems like someone is talking in a daze, like a flies buzzing, so annoying.

But he worked all day and watched the live broadcast for more than four hours at night. He just fell asleep and really didn't want to wake up. He pulled out his hand and waved it in the air for a few times, turned around, crawling on the bed like a dead dog. In a moment, the snoring sounded.

"Look, he's asleep again..."

"The great immortal may be raising his energy, after all, it is not easy to become an immortal..."

"Sister, don't make any arguments, listen to me..."

Bang!

pain!

it hurts!

The cheeks hurt so much!

One green and one red, two beautiful figures disappeared instantly, and the dream that I finally encountered was shattered. When I came to my senses, I felt that the cheek on my left seemed to be swung hard by an iron rod, which was extremely painful.

hiss....

I took a deep breath and felt the pain relieved slightly.

Who would hit me in the middle of the night?

It hurts so much!

You won't seek revenge!

It’s impossible, who would remember a lower-level worker in his factory?

Could it be that Wang Erdan had a few words when he was at work?

But it's too ruthless to start.

I wanted to take a few breaths to suppress my shock, but it was not easy to fall asleep, but my cheeks thrust and hurt, so I had to open my eyes and take a look.

It was in a daze, the light was very dark, it should be before dawn.

No one.

There should be no one, he remembered that the door was locked when he was sleeping.

But what's going on?

Zhang Jiufan touched his cheeks, and after a while, he had swollen Lao Gao. When he touched it, he became more and more painful. Obviously, subcutaneous bleeding may cause inflammation.

Maybe it was bitten by a poisonous mosquito.

He had heard that the mosquitoes in the factory were quite poisonous.

I have to go to work tomorrow and I have to find some anti-inflammatory drugs.

When I sat up, I was stunned.

There is no medicine box that catches your eyes. It is empty and you can only see the walls at the farthest point, with some curved patterns, like spray paintings on the popular walls in big cities.

The space is very large, as if you are in the parking lot downstairs of the community, extremely empty, and you can clearly hear the ticking echoes. There are things like water droplets falling in your blurred vision.

It seems to be raining.

Looking up along the rain curtain, I didn't see rain clouds, but a large area of ​​red and white, as if it had been painted by lime. On the top of this lime, there were stalactites covered with bamboo shoots, like the ice cone in my hometown in winter, so sharp that it was scary, with water stains wrapped around the surface, and it continued to gather at the top of the stalactites, gathering bigger and bigger. Finally, I couldn't bear the gravity and fell down.

Wave!

The water droplets fell on the ground, soft and silent, and were an endless piece of green moss. After several rounds of the water droplets, they slowly sank on the surface and gathered in a small stream.

The stream winds around the mossy stone slabs, disappearing into the stone gate in the distance, and a slight sound of flowing water can be heard.

Cave?

This cave, which was completely washed by nature, is very different from the dormitory where he is located, as if he is in a five-star tourist area.

He wanted to see where this was, but as soon as he raised his foot, he was shocked to find that his feet were fixed in the air, with his feet floating like this, four or five ribbons circling the soles of his feet, soft, as if he was stepping on a branch, one up and one up, and it fell to the ground no matter how hard it was.

this....

Zhang Jiufan was inexplicably timid and suddenly retreated, trying to return to the bed, but he jumped into the air without hesitation and plunged straight into the stalactite covered with water marks.

Without the pain as imagined, the body naturally penetrated the sharp knife-like stone cone, and the whole person was quietly suspended between the stone pillars that looked like a jungle, clearly watching the water droplets on the surface of the stone pillar condense into beads, passing through his body, and falling into the moss bushes below.

Only when I was in a high altitude did I look at the entire cave clearly.

This is a space that looks like a basketball court. The ground is very flat and densely packed with moss. Only a few of the ground are exposed on the surface, and dew drops fall on it to form a stream. These streams crisscross and faintly form a figure that resembles "gossip".

In the middle of the figure, there is a piece of bluestone that looks like a sarcophagus, which seems to have been cut through, extremely neatly.

In the middle of the bluestone, a person was lying peacefully.

Black hair and black pupils, simple double thighs, some bleached briefs, strong body, ordinary facial features, and a thin scar on the middle of the eyebrows...

this...

Zhang Jiufan immediately took a deep breath and stared at the figure with his eyes tightly. Especially the scar, his heart was filled with all kinds of inexplicably.

I?

It was him, his appearance was the same, especially the scar, which was his only work-related injury.

How could it be me?

Dead?

He is less than forty years old.

Death from overwork?

But if the lower self dies, then what's going on now? I'm so sober.

The soul is out of body?

Or ghosts.

All kinds of speculations are in a mess in my heart, and now it makes sense, why the stone pillar penetrates into itself and is also why it appears in such a place.

Dead.

It is very likely that God gave him a thought to himself when he appeared here.

Traveling everywhere was his dream.

Wearing the breeze and the bright moon, walking among the jungle and mountains, relaxing indulging in the body and mind.

Or drive a car, run freely on the highway, find a homestay when you are idle, taste some local specialties, taste local culture, and appreciate the local customs.

The one I wanted to go to most in Laojun Mountain in Henan. I heard that there are caves there and rafting is also very famous, the key is that it is economical.

I was planning to take my wife, daughter-in-law, and parents to the end of the summer vacation.

Unfortunately, it has been pushed for three consecutive years.

The reason is simple, the salary is too small, so you can't waste that money.

Even he has only traveled three times so far, and he has only been out of the province once, and it is still a public expense.

After graduating from college, he devoted himself to society, married and had children, and worked hard to make money. In just three or five years, Zhang Jiufan made it clear that poetry and the distance were far inferior to a job that really provided food and clothing.

If you have no ability, no prospects, or even no ideals, stay at the bottom like a parasite, relying on a stable salary of full attendance.

Day after day, year after year, there is no end.
To be continued...