With a big mouthful of breath, Joanna sat on the bed, holding the quilt tightly as if it was a shield that could protect her.

The nightmare just now was too clear and too real, which caused the fear left in her heart to be extremely strong and she couldn't help but tremble.

There was wind and rain outside, and the drizzling spring rain had been falling for a day and a night, and there was no stop until now. The dull thunder rolled across the earth, and it seemed to have become the background here.

Joanna tried hard to recall what happened before, but she didn't remember when she fell asleep, and she couldn't even remember when she was lying on the bed.

On the contrary, it was that nightmare...every detail was extremely clear.

She remembered that when she was reading at the desk, she vaguely heard movement outside the window, unlike the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, so she stood up and went to the window to take a closer look.

Then I happened to find that my elder brother was walking towards the hillside on the back of the house with an umbrella and flashlight in the wind and rain.

This made her interested and aroused her desire to inquire, but she was not strong at the time, she just had such an idea. It was not until she saw David and Rupert following her sneakily that she finally made up her mind.

It was probably a feeling of inexplicable resentment, which led to her impulse. Everyone's surname is "Murphy". Why should she be excluded from the core of the family because of her gender?

Even if there is no hope, you still have the most basic right to know, right?

So driven by this resentment, she did not think much about it, and changed into shoes and went downstairs quietly, avoiding the sight of the old housekeeper and servant, carried a lantern in the storage room and the utility room, took an umbrella and went out.

She also felt that the flashlight was not very suitable, for fear of being discovered by the people in front of her. Moreover, before entering the cellar, she didn't think that the cellar would be too big, and even had a universe inside.

Even the oil lamp is a lighting tool that has to be done, and it will be discovered inside by accident. After all, in Joanna's opinion, it is just a little bigger place. If the four people wander around inside, they may really be together...

As a result, I didn't expect that the area of ​​the cellar itself was already very huge, complex and twisted, with various debris and wine barrels stacked, and there was a trap door at the end of the deepest point.

The narrow and dark spiral staircase below leads to a suffocating huge underground space, like a huge ancient cemetery or a nest that was entrenched in the underground...

No one knows what terrible secrets are hidden below or what terrifying things are dormant.

——But luckily, it was just a nightmare.

Recalling the fear just now, Joanna swallowed a few saliva, bit her lips hard, and shivered a few chills. Then, she took a deep breath, then got out of bed and put on her shoes, and walked quickly to the desk.

There were no books on the desktop, but there were books she had been reading before on the bookshelf. After looking at it, she found the bookmarks she had stuck in.

After reading a few lines of text carefully, she regained the familiar feeling, and then she felt much more at ease. It seemed that she had just read it late, and then she felt sleepy and got up to go to bed.

But for some reason, the memory before bed did not seem to leave any impression. Instead, the nightmare just now always lingers, and it is not like the previous dream.

When I woke up, I barely had a rough outline. After a dozen minutes, I basically forgot about it. Then, except for knowing that I had a dream, whether it was a good dream or a nightmare, I didn’t know anything.

This is because when a person is sleeping, one of the last areas where the brain falls asleep is the hippocampus.

This is a gyro-like structure located between the left and right hemibrains, which plays an extremely critical role in the brain's transformation of information from short-term memory to long-term memory. But if the hippocampus falls asleep last, then this area is likely to wake up in the end.

Therefore, this creates a strange phenomenon. When a person wakes up, he may still carry short-term memories about dreams, but because the hippocampus has not yet fully awakened, the brain cannot retain this memory.

As it is now, it seems like it is a personal experience when you are awake. Not to mention that it has completely disappeared, the strange nightmare that even the impression has faded is an experience that Joanna has never had before.

Although she deliberately didn't want to go into it and just wanted to decide that this was an unpleasant nightmare, she still had a slight ominous premonition in her heart.

Walking to the window and trying hard to empty her mind. She stared at the darkness outside, watched the flashes in the sky briefly illuminate the mountains and forests, and listened to the drizzle of rain and the dull thunder.

It's so real, every detail is so clear... Is it really a dream?

She frowned, not knowing that the same thing was happening in other rooms in the big room—

People kept waking up from the "nightmare", scaring themselves and sweating, and their hearts were beating non-stop. But they found themselves directly leaving the dark underground space and getting rid of the terrifying nightmare.

They found themselves appearing on their bed, as if they had just opened their eyes and woke up from their sleep.

Not only did I sweat profusely, some people almost felt their body exhausted. After waking up, they collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily. Even if they decided that this was a nightmare, they couldn't help but feel that they had survived the disaster.

The same is true for Harriman. His heart couldn't stand it.

I originally thought that I had finally found the key clue to the family secret and was about to come into contact with an incredible world, and master the power to break through the fate of mortals through the secrets of the family inheritance.

From the fear and anxiety at the beginning to the excitement and expectation afterwards, he felt that his psychological quality was already considered excellent.

Unexpectedly, the style of painting suddenly changed, and suddenly turned into a dark version of the real-life temple to escape. The ugliness and indescribable fear in the darkness came unexpectedly, directly overwhelming his rationality.

Although I woke up in time at the last moment... but this is actually a dream?!

This is even more unacceptable!

Holding his thick family history, Harriman woke up from the bed, looked confused. He was stunned for a moment and looked around and found that the lights in the room were still bright. The only change was that the time was approaching the early morning.

In addition, my sleeping position seems to be when I was reading a book, but I fell asleep unknowingly as I watched it?

The so-called finding clues, finding the key, getting the instructions from the father conveyed by the old housekeeper, seeing the soul of the ancestors, finding the secrets of the family all the way... In fact, it is just a dream?

Do you want to be so mean! It’s like Harriman’s face turned green when he received a web game advertisement endorsement with Zhazhahui and Louis Koo.

He even would rather that nightmare be true!

...

...

It's a new day.

However, the weather has not improved much, and it is still raining all the time, but it seems that there will be no thunder in the daytime.

When having breakfast, the atmosphere was as silent as yesterday, and no one spoke much. After all, families like them should not think about having fun and having family together. They basically spent their time in silence.

However, compared to the silence that yesterday, today's atmosphere seems to be somewhat different.

The four of them looked a little pale, and they seemed to have a little listless spirit, as if they had been in a night's mood. Brewster's expression was unmoved, and he just asked indifferently.

All four children just forced themselves to smile, covering up their problems, saying that they had not had a good sleep or were not used to the new environment.

However, they all thought of some strange possibility, and the eyes of other brothers and sisters became strange.

It should be just a dream, it cannot be true, right?

Others appear in their dreams, but they are just their own problems, and they cannot be related to them...

However, why are the other people so in a state of disagreement? I wonder what kind of stimulation they are?

"I told you this before... there is only one heir."

At this moment, the old man put down the tableware in his hand, said in a calm voice.

"Whoever grasps the secrets of the family first will be the next generation of heads of the family, but it must be carried out through fair competition and cannot maliciously interfere with others."

“…”

“…”

A strange silence.

Harriman looked around his siblings and smiled, "Father, don't I understand what you mean... Can you say it more specifically?"

"It means that the clue is there, whoever finds it first will belong to whoever is. Others cannot think about malicious competition behind others..." The old man said, his tone without any rush, "This is the only requirement I have told you directly from the beginning."

Then, his eyes suddenly became deeper-

"It's like last night, it's absolutely forbidden..."

“…”

“…”

What happened last night? What happened?

Everyone was confused at first, and their brains couldn't react. After all, they had already decided that it was a nightmare.

In the silence that lasted for more than ten seconds, they finally realized one after another, and their faces gradually became extremely strange, unbelievable, and in an uproar.

"Last night? Didn't that be true...Aren't I dreaming? Father!"

Harriman stood up, clenched his fists and asked anxiously with excitement, staring at the old housekeeper with a bright look on his face, hoping to see something from the other party's face to verify his guess.

However, the old housekeeper had no expression on his face, as if he was a lifeless sculpture, without looking at him.

"That's indeed a dream, but you almost died in the dream..." Brewster sighed, as if he was very tired, "I can't tell you more specific things, you must master them yourself."
Chapter completed!