The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

When the sky was about to dawn, Xia Weian finally couldn't help but dozed off. In just ten minutes, it turned out to be a dream.

In the dream, she was standing in a black mist, unable to see the surrounding scenery clearly, and could not tell the direction. An inexplicable panic and fear surrounded her tightly like this black mist. The environment made her extremely uneasy, so she could only run forward desperately, only running could give her a sense of security.

"boom!"

She slammed into a wall, bounced back a few meters, and fell backwards to the ground.

When she looked up, she saw that the wall moved suddenly, moved slowly, and turned around. When she took a closer look, it turned out that what she hit was not a wall, but a person.

This person was wearing loose clothes, his face was blurry, and he was dressed like an old Montenegrin demon, with a sinister look from inside to outside.

She slowly walked towards Xia Weian. At this time, Xia Weian should be afraid, so she turned around and ran away, but inexplicably felt that this person was not malicious, so she just sat there blankly, watching her approaching herself step by step .

"You and I have a chance. I saved my life many years ago. Now I give you a favor. I want to save your sweetheart, Wanfu Temple, the monk who undoes the lottery. If you think about it clearly, everything in the world can be exchanged. If you To save the life of your sweetheart, you must exchange it with your love, if he wakes up, you two will forget each other, and there will be no intersection."

This person is a woman, her voice is very pleasant, but she has an evil and seductive voice. After speaking, she turns around and is about to leave. Xia Wei'an hurriedly chased after her, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm just a soup cook."

The sound fell and the fog disappeared, and the flat ground under Xia Weian suddenly turned into a cliff, and she fell down with a "crash", and the sudden weightlessness made her cry softly: "Ah!"

At this moment, the whole person woke up. She thought about the scene in the dream. She didn't know whether it was true or not. At this time, the police came and told her that the matter had been dealt with, and asked her to sign the document and pay the corresponding compensation before leaving.

She readily signed and was about to go to Dr. Li first. At this time, the morning news was being broadcast on TV, and the host's voice was very serious: "It is reported that a murder case occurred in Liuxian Lane this morning. A woman was killed in Li's clinic. The scene was bloody and brutal, and the police have cordoned off the scene."

Xia Wei'an paused, and quickly turned to look at the TV. The camera swept past the deceased. Xia Wei'an felt that the person looked familiar. The next moment, the identity of the deceased was broadcast on the TV.

"It has been verified that the deceased was Lin Caixin, the daughter of Lin Cheng, the chairman of Lin Enterprises, and the time of death was probably between 3:00 and 5:00 in the morning..."

"Three to five?"

Xia Wei'an murmured to herself, if she hadn't been delayed by chasing after her, she would have gone to Dr. Li's place half an hour earlier, so why would Lin Caixin be there? Where is Dr. Li going?

She had a series of questions, but the questions flashed through her mind, and she had no time to analyze them carefully. The scene in her dream reappeared for real, and she went out and immediately went to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

She has been to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and the monk Xiezhi once gave an attributive sentence to her marriage: the marriage has been broken by twists and turns, and it is difficult to continue in the past and present!

There may be a real connection here, but at the moment she would rather believe it.

While driving on the road while listening to the news, it was a follow-up report on Lin Caixin's bizarre death.