At the same time, Manshu was also awakened by the sound of thunder and lightning.
She thought again of that stormy night, before the flash flood broke out, with the bright red blood everywhere, the woman's sinister smile, the man's indifference...
It was only three o'clock in the morning when I woke up with a start.
She couldn't sleep.
Also unable to sleep like her was Yan Zhan.
He dreamed again that he flew a helicopter to rescue someone, but in the end he watched helplessly as the person was swallowed up by a flash flood, leaving no trace of his body.
At first, I couldn't see the other person's appearance in the dream.
But tonight, he dreamed that the last person reached out to him, and it was a hand that he was very familiar with - Manshu!
Thinking that Manshu was in danger, he was unable to save himself.
Yan Zhan suddenly woke up.
He got up, put on a nightgown, stood by the window and stared for a while, then went downstairs to pour himself a glass of water.
After drinking the water, I still felt uneasy.
Manshu's face kept popping up in Yan Zhan's mind. What would that face look like if it was filled with hope, then fear, and despair?
The cell phone on the bedside rang suddenly, and Yan Zhan felt a splitting headache.
I picked up the phone and saw that it was Manshu’s phone number!
"Hello?" The man's voice was hoarse.
Manshu made the call impulsively. In fact, she was about to hang up, but who knew that Yan Zhan actually answered the call in seconds.
"Third uncle, why are you still up so late?" Manshu said in a sarcastic tone.
She couldn't sleep herself and woke up others, which was very rude.
"I fell asleep, and after a violent jerk, I woke up."
Wake up with a start?
Manshu was stunned. Yan Zhan was called the Living King of Hell. What could wake up a person like him?
"What a coincidence, I was also woken up by a nightmare." Manshu's mouth is faster than his brain.
"Yeah." Yan Zhan thought about the scene where she was swallowed up by a flash flood, and clenched her phone tightly with her fingers, unable to cheer up.
He didn't know why he kept dreaming about that scene.
But if a person keeps dreaming about danger, it must be a reminder.
He is not superstitious, but he trusts his intuition.
"Third uncle, what are you dreaming about?" Hearing the long silence there, Manshu's heart suddenly rose when he saw another thunder outside, so he simply found a topic to continue chatting with Yan Zhan.
At this time, perhaps only Yan Zhan could help her overcome her fear.
After all, of all the people who appeared in her life, Yan Zhan was the most powerful.
"Dreaming about you..." Yan Zhan paused. It was fine for him to have such a dream alone. There was no need for Manshu to be afraid.
"I dreamed that you were crying."
Manshu knew immediately that Yan Zhan was lying, but even if others didn't want to tell her, she didn't force him.
He only said to Yan Zhan: "What a coincidence. I cried so hard in my dream because I dreamed that I met a murderer who would disembowel someone."
"In the dream, my stomach was cut open and blood flowed all over the floor. No matter how I cried, it was no use. Third uncle, it would be great if you were here. You can definitely save me."
Manshu changed the dream and told Yan Zhan pretending to be relaxed.
Yan Zhan's heart trembled: I couldn't save you.
He suddenly felt that he should continue to dream.
Maybe, in the dream, even if he searched the whole mountain, he should find Manju.
She won't die, and he won't let her die!
Yan Zhan didn't know how to comfort her, so he just said in a deep voice: "Well, I will save you."
No matter when and where you are.
Manshu and Yan Zhan didn't say a few words, but she was actually very sleepy and suddenly thought: "Uncle Third, I'm a little afraid of thunder and can't sleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?"