A dating guide turned into being surrounded by female ghosts?

Chapter 132 Dream

When the blood splattered from these looms enters their bodies.

Lin Yue suddenly felt some voices and images that shouldn't exist appear in her mind.

The fox-woman beside him was still sweating profusely and covered in blood, striking the loom.

He felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

Finally, she suddenly sank into an extremely deep place. Lin Yue didn't know how long she had been unconscious.

Suddenly, several shouts came from the side.

"Old Rong, Old Rong!"

"Old Rong? Who are you calling?"

Lin Yue thought to herself in a daze.

"Old Rong! Old Rong!"

The voice shouted a few more times.

Lin Yue felt her confusion shattered by the sound.

Everything suddenly became clear before my eyes.

He saw a middle-aged stranger with thinning hair and a Mediterranean hairstyle shaking his shoulders.

"Old Rong! Wake up, we've got work to do! Get up!"

Who exactly is Lao Rong calling out to?

Are you calling me?

But who is this guy?!

Lin Yue was filled with questions.

He was about to say something when he was suddenly horrified to discover that his mouth had acted before his mind could.

"Oh, okay, I'll get up right away."

Lin Yue was immediately startled.

Because my own mouth was talking on its own.

Moreover, the voice wasn't his own; it carried a strong Northwestern accent.

Lin Yue immediately remembered.

It seems that Pei Shengrong's ancestral home was in the Northwest region.

In addition, this middle-aged man with a receding hairline called himself "Old Rong".

Could it be that... after guessing what had happened?

Lin Yue's mind trembled violently as she desperately tried to regain control of her body.

But he was like a ghost trapped in someone else's body.

I have absolutely no control over even a single finger of this body.

And in the very next second...

The rest of the body also started to move.

Lin Yue saw "herself" get up from the shady ground and then pat the dust off her back.

The sensation of the hand patting my body was so clear.

Strangely enough, no matter what he did, he couldn't gain any control over his body.

Furthermore, he could clearly see his reflection on the reflective surface of the metal device next to him.

Lin Yue saw that she was wearing a blue work uniform with the four characters "Tianxi Textile" printed on the left side of her chest. She was very thin, probably less than 1.7 meters tall, with single eyelids, triangular eyes, small eyes, a flat nose, and sparse hair. There was also a black mole with a diameter of 0.2 millimeters on the left side of her neck.

This is clearly what Pei Shengrong looked like when he was alive.

Furthermore, consider the four characters on "one's" chest and the surrounding environment.

This is clearly the time before the fire at Tianxi Textile Factory.

"Am I in Pei Shengrong's dream?!" Lin Yue exclaimed in her mind.

He is now in a state of extreme shock.

I don't understand what happened or why it turned out this way.

"Could it be because of excessive contact with that loom, causing too much of the loom's 'blood' to seep into his body?"

Lin Yue could only guess at this in her heart.

Evil spirits, beings that transcend logic and common sense, are truly magical and unimaginable.

How exactly did they do that?

The idea that one person can enter another's dream is simply a fantasy.

Yet all of this happened so vividly before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Shengrong followed the bald middle-aged man out. They arrived at the back gate of the textile factory, where a large truck, more than ten meters long, was parked, loaded with piles of raw fabric.

And the work of these auxiliary workers.

It means moving all these raw materials to the factory's warehouse for storage.

The small number of workers immediately began working with great enthusiasm.

Although this job involves heavy physical labor.

But people who are still in their prime and have become accustomed to this intensity have long been used to it.

They could even chat casually while moving things.

"I heard our factory is going to close down? Is that true?"

"That's definitely true. The factory's profits aren't great right now. Haven't you noticed that there aren't as many trucks delivering raw materials as before?"

"Bullshit, you idiot who didn't even finish junior high! Our factory didn't just go bankrupt, it was acquired! Do you even understand?"

"An acquisition is just being sold off, isn't it? What's the difference between that and going bankrupt?"

"Get out of here, get to work!"

A man in blue overalls suddenly stopped and looked at his colleagues with concern.

"Does that mean we'll all be unemployed from now on?"

The humanity that spoke earlier.

"Don't worry, I heard it from Aunt Wang who serves the food. The factory is talking to other companies and they want to keep us old employees as much as possible. The old factory manager is a kind person, he won't treat us unfairly."

"Heh, that sounds like a good relationship, but do you think they'd be willing?" "Uh, I heard they're quite unwilling, but they've been negotiating all along, right? We can't control that, we'll just have to wait for news."

Pei Shengrong seemed to be a rather quiet person. Although it was clear from some subtle body language that he cared a lot about these issues, he just silently did his work without saying a word.

Lin Yue, meanwhile, has been trying to regain control of this unfamiliar body and return to the real world, but unfortunately, it seems that the results have not been very good.

Although the truck was loaded with a lot of raw materials, a good dozen tons.

But amidst the busy work of a group of people.

The raw materials were quickly transported away.

The intense labor had exhausted Pei Shengrong; he was panting heavily, and his thin body trembled slightly from excessive lactic acid buildup.

Lin Yue even felt that this fatigue came from her own body, rather than from a vague dream.

The sun was about to set at this time.

It was time for the textile factory to close for the day.

Pei Shengrong followed the flow of people leaving get off work to the bus stop outside the factory, took the bus, and returned to his small and dilapidated home.

Bowls and chopsticks were piled up, several empty green beer bottles were placed on the table, and there were a few unwashed dirty socks on the floor.

The whole room was filled with a foul, sour smell.

But Pei Shengrong ignored this and, despite being covered in sweat, skillfully opened the old television set, which was covered with a velvet cloth and was at least ten years old.

It seems that Ping has never paid for television services, so there are only a limited number of channels available.

Pei Shengrong didn't care, looking at the familiar-looking host without any emotional fluctuation, and reporting on various major events at home and abroad in a standard broadcasting tone.

The loud television sound momentarily drowned out the lonely voice in the room.

As evening approached, the night gradually fell.

"Bae Seung-young" never changed the channel even once, and the TV station's programs changed from news to melodramatic dramas.

The matter is nothing more than whose son is being irresponsible and whose wife is having an affair:

Even Lin Yue was starting to get bored.

For some reason, during the brief pause in the television broadcast, he suddenly heard a soft breathing sound less than two meters to his left.

Lin Yue was originally fighting for control of her body.

His nerves tensed instantly, and out of the corner of his eye, Pei Shengrong glanced at the empty floor to his left.

Not only was there no one there, but there wasn't even a single piece of furniture.

Where is that breathing sound coming from?

Suddenly.

That eerie breathing sound started again.

"call"

And in the place where the breathing sound came from, there was still no one in sight.

It was as if this breath came from an unseen monster from the void.