Will you really die?

  On the mobile phone screen, Baidu wrote in black and white: The mortality rate of rabies is 100%, and once it breaks out, there is no cure.

  No wonder the old wound on her tiger's mouth has been aching strangely these days, and she would inexplicably have a fever; there were also so many strange hallucinations... Was it all rabies coming to claim her life?

  Misty cicada threw the phone to one side and fell down, covering her head with a quilt. She remembered a story that her neighbor's wife had told when she was young: The old cat returns to the mountain.

  The neighbor's wife raised a large raccoon dog, and Mochen used to play with it when she was young. One day, it suddenly disappeared and didn't come back for a long time. Mochen went to ask the neighbor's wife, who sighed and said that the raccoon dog had grown old and returned to the mountain by itself. It would die on its own in the mountains, without letting people see it.

  It got stuck in Xiaomo's heart and she couldn't breathe for a long time.

  At this time, she inexplicably accepted San Shu Gong's invitation and took a 30-hour green train to this small mountain valley - could it be that she subconsciously knew that her life was not long?

  She saw Jiang Yuanfeng again, with a white-dressed and black-haired Yuan Ying standing beside him. She stretched out her hand to Jiang Yuanfeng without dignity and said, "Yuanfeng, do you know I'm going to die soon? Can you pity me and not leave me for the time being?"

  Mò Zhān didn't realize until now that she was so humiliating, in her heart, she scolded herself: Xià Mò Zhān go die. You actually said such a low and humiliating thing, then you might as well just die.

  "You're looking for death..."

  Suddenly, a young man's voice came from beside his ear. It was clear and cold like the moon, but seemed to have been dyed with the sweet fragrance of roses.

  Mò zhān was overjoyed, and facing Jiang Yuǎn Fēng, she exclaimed happily, "Yuǎn Fēng, I knew you wouldn't abandon me! Yuǎn Fēng, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

  Her hand suddenly felt a sharp pain, and before she could even finish her daydream, she let out a cry of pain and sat up in bed. Opening her eyes, the room was cold and quiet, with only the pale moonlight shining in, and no sign of Jiang Yuanfan or his gentle affection.

  The moonlight cast a pale glow on the young man's face. His cheeks were ashen, his eyes jet black, and his lips crimson red.

  "My goodness!" Meng Xiang was so scared that she almost jumped up, "Ghost, ghost!"

  He glanced at her slowly and calmly, "If you call out like this, people will think you're being haunted by a ghost."

  With such a cold tone, and such an attitude that is always neither fast nor slow, Moxie has already recognized Mo Xie. Patting her chest and taking deep breaths, she kicks him angrily with her foot, "What's this 'ghost pressing on the body'?"

  The moonlight seemed to have softened a bit too, "It's just that there are ghosts sneaking into your room at midnight to press down on you."

  His thin red lips curled up in a sly smile, "As for the ghost pressing down on you, what kind of exercise it would do with you, that's not for me to say."

  "You..." Mò Zhān's anger caused her to point at him, but she had already lowered her voice, "Then why did you come into my room? Even if we are family, shouldn't men and women maintain some distance?"

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who is Jiang Yuanfeng?"

  Her face suddenly flushed with heat. It turned out that the words she had shouted in her dream were actually all heard by this naughty kid?

  "What's it to you?"

  Misty cicada covered her face with a strand of hair, "Was it my nightmare that disturbed you? Little evil, thank you for coming to see me, I'm fine now, go back and rest."