The figure snaked up, and the slender water mark opened in the moonlight.
And I was floating on the sea, unable to move even a single step.
A scent of Ruo Ruo Wu penetrates into the nostrils, a bit like sandalwood, mixed with a faint fishy smell, which is different from the fishy smell of sea water, but it is impossible to describe what kind of behavior it is.
Smelly
My damn feels this scent is also deja vu.
Dreams are old dreams, and incense is also old incense. Maybe I know this person who is swimming around.
Thinking about it this way, there was much less fear in my heart, and I looked squarely at the figure swimming over. The sea is so wide that it seems to be swimming from a short distance, but in fact it is very far away.
I'm patient, since I can't wake up, then I will observe.
The figure is getting closer, and I gradually see its outline. She wears long hair and her skin is black, shining silver in the moonlight.
This damn thing is a water ghost.
There is a creepy feeling on the back. This is a fear from instinct, but the reason why people are intelligent creatures is because we can overcome the domination of instinct.
But what makes me angry is what kind of thing can make me instinctively afraid.
Getting closer and closer, I finally saw the figure clearly, and it raised its head. Under the moonlight, a monster face and two black eye sockets were facing me.
This face cannot be called a face. No matter in reality, in a movie, or in a dream, such a face has never appeared in my life.
It is a face made up of countless sea snakes closely intertwined. It doesn't seem to be a snake. Its body is very slender, without patterns, but densely distributed with scales.
This face is so tight and so integrated that a intensive phobia patient has to faint on the spot when he sees it.
As I swim closer, my goose bumps are about to explode, but I stand stiff and can't move.
It raised its head and swam towards me. I can see clearly that the body on the sea is also composed in the same way as the face.
The singing came from the mouth.
It got closer and closer, floating by my side, the singing stopped, and the mouth opened, revealing the fine and dense teeth inside.
A black slender tongue protruded from the depths of its throat, twisting around, and finally, it stuck to my mouth and slowly swam into the depths of the throat.
My mind suddenly exploded.
Suddenly awakened!
This is wet Jiao!
I sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed and opened the curtains. I was already sweating profusely. I stood in front of the window and gasped for breath, wondering in my mind.
It turned out to be a wet Jiao.
I have never seen a wet dragon before, and I have only seen a portrait of a wet dragon in an ancient book by Meng Qisheng, but the ancients’ four-different painting method is basically not very similar.
But I can confirm that what I dreamed of was a wet flood.
Because Meng Qisheng once narrated his dreams to me, in that intermittent dream, the wet Jiao is this image!
The huge full moon, the sea, the figure, the singing, and the long tongue.
This is the wet Jiao.
How could I dream of this thing like Meng Qisheng
The things that I didn't think about in my dreams can now be thought clearly. The familiar smell was the smell in the study when Gu Nanshan had an accident.
Incense, insect incense, statue of Mazu, Gu Nanshan.
Dreamland, wet flood, sea, full moon, insect fragrance.
Damn it.
I whispered in my head, damn it.
Is this the finale? One by one, it seems that they have begun to contact each other.
This is the return of the world. (End of this chapter)