Chapter 252: Leaving Person Illuminating Fire

The rustling sound sounded like something being dragged on the ground and rubbed, from far to near, passing through the small grille window on the iron door, intermittent.

"Hide, hide!"

A strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously. 'It' had come.

The small room had no windows. The only place to hide was the wardrobe against the wall. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took out the lighter, *click*, and produced a flame. He bypassed the round table in the center of the room in the dark, carrying the kerosene lamp, opened the wardrobe door, and drilled in.

Entering the wardrobe, a damp, musty smell rushed toward his face. Inside hung a few rough clothes sewn from linen, and a dirty blanket was huddled in the corner. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe held the lighter in his right hand, and the kerosene lamp and dinner knife in his left hand, and closed the wardrobe door.

The rustling friction sound got closer and closer. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe released his hand, and the lighter went out.

In the darkness, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe could only hear the thumping sound of his heart beating in his chest, as well as his own slightly rapid breathing. The friction sound outside the door didn't know when it had disappeared, and the iron door of the room didn't sound like it was opened. It seemed it hadn't entered this room.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe waited in the wardrobe for a long time. There was peace in the darkness.

*Click*, the lighter lit up a bright yellow flame, illuminating the narrow wardrobe.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pushed open the cabinet door with his feet, walked out holding the lighter, the iron door on the wall was still tightly closed, and the tableware on the small round table had no traces of being moved. It hadn't come in.

"What is that thing?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe recalled the sound that had come from outside the door before. Rustling, intermittent, not rhythmic footsteps, but like something tied to a rope and dragged all the way, from far to near, toward the door of his room.

And the strangest thing was that the sound wasn't a continuous straight line, but an intermittent dashed line, sometimes present, sometimes absent, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing.

The firelight flickered. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked at the lighter, which had little gas left. It seemed that the owner of this body was an old smoker.

The lighter would soon be out of gas.

Searching himself, he didn't find any lighting equipment like a mobile phone or flashlight, and there was no travel bag or suitcase in the room. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe lit the kerosene lamp and installed the lampshade, carrying it in his hand.

Rustling...

That eerie friction sound rang out again.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe turned around, only to see a thin, hunched human figure curled up in the corner of the wall, its empty eye sockets staring straight at him. Under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, he saw that the iron door of the room had opened at some point.

He died.

"Ah..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe woke up abruptly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"What's wrong?" A pair of soft hands grasped Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's hand. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked sideways and saw Xia Yubing sitting beside him, looking at him with concern: "I saw you sleeping and frowning as soon as I entered the door. I couldn't wake you up no matter how I called. Did you have a nightmare?"

Looking at Xia Yubing's face, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe suddenly smiled: "I did have a nightmare."

Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' was predictive. In the Bishuiwan Manor, what she foresaw was the rule of Special Let. At the Sunshine Gas Station, what she encountered was the rule of Jueyuan. So what did he foresee this time?

This time, Bai Zhi's 'inspiration' was triggered automatically without him using Bai Zhi's identity, pulling him into a dream. Did this mean that in the near future, he would encounter the strange event in the dream?

"By the way, I was killed by a ghost in the dream..."

Would death in a dream affect reality?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe quickly checked his own state. One of the living identities he recorded in his brain to act as a scapegoat had died. "Being killed by a ghost in a dream, I will also die in reality." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe exhaled slowly. It was really not easy for Bai Zhi to live until now.

Perhaps he should have been like Bai Zhi at the Bishuiwan Manor back then? Huddled in one place without moving or doing anything, waiting for himself to wake up and break away from the dream?

"This would indeed be more stable, but without actively contacting the strange, it also means that until the dream ends, no information related to it can be collected."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pondered for a moment and made a trade-off in his heart: "Unlike Bai Zhi, I am a Gridder who rides a ghost. Taiyi's scapegoat ability gives me multiple death trial-and-error opportunities. Actively contacting the strange in the dream and collecting useful information will also be helpful to me in reality."

Xia Yubing, sitting on the side, looked at his thoughtful appearance, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe withdrew his hand from her palm, left the sofa, and entered the independent bathroom that came with this VIP lounge.

At the same time as entering the door, the features on his face connected seamlessly, turning into another person.

"Please appear, God of Wealth." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe threw a copper coin.

This person who acted as a scapegoat for him in the dream was a new client meeting the God of Wealth for the first time. It only took 1 copper coin to buy his life back and continue to be a scapegoat for himself. This was a very affordable deal.

As for what impact a person dying and living for no reason would have, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't care.

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First, the scapegoat he chose was either a gambling ghost like Liu Hongzhi who died on the roadside and no one cared about, or a village bully or shrew who usually didn't behave well and had many enemies, so it wouldn't be strange if they were stabbed to death one day.

Second, because Lan Shiwen helped him wipe his ass.

After washing his hands in the bathroom and coming out, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took off his leather shoes, changed into pajamas, climbed onto the big bed in the center of the lounge, and put on an eye mask with a comfortable posture. There were still a few days before arriving at the Europa Federation, so he continued to sleep.

"Eat dinner yourself, don't wait for me."

"Hm."

Xia Yubing, who understood something, didn't disturb him, got up and adjusted the indoor temperature to 23°C suitable for sleeping, covered him with a thin quilt, and left the lounge silently.

Lying on the bed, sleepiness attacked from all directions.

Even though he had just woken up not long ago, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe now felt that he was even more sleepy than when he hadn't slept all night before. It was a kind of mental exhaustion. The only thing that got rest in the sleep state was the body; his brain and spirit were still active in the dream.

No wonder Bai Zhi always looked like she couldn't wake up.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe relaxed his body, letting the deep sleepiness drag his soul into the abyss-like dream.

In the haziness, a musty smell of rotting wood drilled into his nasal cavity. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe opened his eyes. Everything around was pitch black. His waist and limbs felt sore and painful. This body seemed to be curled up in a dark and narrow space like a baby, hiding in this posture for a long time.

In the pitch-black darkness, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stretched his sore body, pushed to the side, and the wardrobe door opened.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 253 =====