"What happened next?"
Xiao Mu asked again.
"What next?"
A look of fear suddenly appeared on Xu Qingyuan's face, "What next...I then went back to my room. Coincidentally, my wife also woke up from a nightmare."
"Your wife also had a nightmare, the same one?"
Xiao Mu quickly grasped something.
Xu Qingyuan looked surprised, a bitter smile on his face, "Mr. Mu, your guess is correct. My wife encountered the same thing, she had the same dream as me."
"So I thought, this could be a big deal."
"Mr. Mu, why do you think my wife and I had the same dream? Does it predict something?"
"Predicts something?"
Xiao Mu repeated the question.
There wasn't any prediction. Both Xu Qingyuan and his wife had dreamt the truth. The truth was that their home had indeed plunged into darkness that night, cut in half height-wise, grim and terrible, as if they had really entered the netherworld.
Xiao Mu shook his head, "Mr. Xu, do you know what I saw in your courtyard?"
