Qin Mengdie recalled the strange dream last night, while waiting for the dead head to find her, but she didn't see him coming over after waiting for a long time. Perhaps because she didn't sleep well last night, she actually fell asleep while lying down.

This time she didn't have any strange dreams. She just felt a little cold and hot, her head was dizzy, and she wanted to wake up but couldn't lift her eyelids. There seemed to be noisy voices next to her.

Zhang Suyun sat beside the bed, holding a towel that had just been wrung out in his hand and covered Qin Mengdie's forehead with red eyes: "What's this all? My mother suddenly went there. Xiaodie went to the grave mountain in the middle of the night, and now it's burned like this. Why am I so unlucky?"

Qin Tian was standing behind her, comforting her with a rare gentle feeling: "There will always be such a day when people get old, and no one can avoid birth, old age, sickness and death. Xiaodie was just overly scared, and it should be fine if she had a fever. Someone has already bought her medicine and should be back soon."

Qin Mengdie was unconscious and only heard the sound of talking around her, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. Her mind was in chaos. Otherwise, she should have known what was going on. It was just that she was frightened and had a fever last night, and Zhang Suyun felt sorry for her.

Soon someone brought the medicine in. Zhang Suyun took the medicine and thanked it, and then took it to Qin Mengdie. She changed her towel and wanted to accompany her, but she was called away again.

Qin Tianzheng naturally followed. When this tragedy broke out, his wife, who was hit hard, needed his company more than his fevered daughter. This is what he thought.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping, but Qin Mengdie suddenly heard a familiar voice calling her: “Qin Mengdie, wake up quickly, I’m here, how long do you have to sleep?”

She opened her eyes in a daze and saw a familiar face, and only one face, because he was just a dead head.

"Why are you here?" Qin Mengdie exclaimed, staring at the dead head and glaring at her, then suddenly realized, and said, "Why are you here? I have been waiting for you for a long time or not?"

The dead man didn't care about her so much, and asked bluntly: "What's the matter with me? Please tell me a long story short, I still have something to do."

Qin Mengdie was stunned for a moment. She had seen him so many times, but she had the worst attitude this time. Did she offend him? By the way, she must have been angry with her for the last time taking photos.

He was just a dead head, so she wouldn't believe that he would have something to do. It's useless to find an excuse.

Seeing her stunned for a while, she said coldly: "I'll leave if I'm fine. Since I don't like me so much, please don't look for me in the future."

Qin Mengdie then came to his senses and looked at him. Seeing that there were scars on his face, he suddenly thought of the zombie incident last night, and asked with concern: "Are you injured? Did the zombie make it yesterday?"

The dead man turned his head away from her face and refused to let her see it, with disdain in his tone: "How could he hurt me with a little zombie!"

"Who did this?"

Qin Mengdie sat up, leaned against the bed and stared at his side face. There were also scars on it. How many can he cover his face if he turned his face away?

"The Corpse King."

The dead head's words were a bit awkward. It would be fine if the corpse king made him so embarrassed, but he was seen by this woman. This is why he came here so late.
Chapter completed!