Chapter 30： Magical sense of security (2/2)
The two white-haired doctors were summoned and worked hard to wash his wounds several times and apply the wound medicine. Thousands of thousands asked him to let Sang look at him from a distance, not to let him get out of bed, not to be violent. movement.
Sang feels guilty far away.
...
The night slowly occupied the large black carved wooden window.
Sang kept a few fluorescent candles in the distance, put down the dark blue tent, and there was only a little dim light between the beds.
This gruesome environment seems to be particularly suitable for the lifeless.
Looking at him like this is more like a perfect immobile Yan Luo.
Even with his eyes closed, he can still see that this person is not easy to mess with. She couldn't help but fell to the jade pillow, stretched out her fingers, and traced the outline of his eyebrows carefully.
Just like he did to her.
He was born very pleasing. Sang can't help but imagine, if the strength of the two people is swapped, she can raise him as a white face! Raise for a long time!
After staring at him for a long time, seeing that he really didn't mean to wake up, she fell softly, sideways, squinting halfway, her eyes fell on his chest, watching the beautiful lines slowly rise and fall .
She didn't know how to watch the vigil, just to watch, don't let him die?
He stared at him for a while, and suddenly heard a clear voice from the corner--
”Tuk.”
Sang was taken aback.
Looking out through the dark blue mantle tent, the entire monastery shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, numbing the scalp.
You Wuming didn't feel this way when he was awake, because he himself was the head of the ghost, and if he was there, all the ghosts would bypass.
But at the moment he slept deeply.
Sang took a long inhalation and decided to confirm it, saving himself from suspicion and scaring himself.
She lifted the mantle and got off the bed, drew the shoes, took a candle, picked up her beautiful crystal jade sword, and walked in the direction of the sound.
”Tuk.”
The sound came more clearly.
In the corner stood a black screen.
Sang Yuan's heart beat faster. She has the illusion of exploring in ghost films.
”Otherwise forget it.” She settled down, adjusted her clothes, and walked back.
”Tuk, Tuk Tuk.”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” There is a **** that I don't know when to speak.
Intuition tells her that if you go back like this, this **** voice will be with her overnight.
It should be something like a mouse.
Calling Youyingwei in to catch the mouse seems a bit excessive. Call the waitress? Forget it, it's really unethical for girls to work overtime in this haunted house in the middle of the night.
On the lifeless ground, there is no need to consider the issue of personal safety. Sang thought from afar that at most he was taken aback. Anyway, he had to watch him tonight and scare him off.
She took a breath and walked behind the screen.
I saw a black wooden box placed at the top of the ground, half-height, boxy, with exquisite materials and exquisite workmanship.
”Tuk Tuk.”
The sound came from the box.
”Did you come up with it?” Sang asked very calmly.
”Tuk Tuk.”
”Don't want?”
”Tuk Tuk.”
Sang nodded from afar, thinking, it seems that it is not something that can understand people's words. The eight achievements are mice or cockroaches.
She reached out and touched the edge of the black wooden box.
What people fear most is always unknown. Knowing that the sound came from the box, Sang was far less afraid.
At this size, there is no way to hide zombies.
She opened the lid with the tip of her sword and squinted into it.
”Lying!...fuck!”
Seeing what was right in front of her eyes, Peerless Beauty made a decisive blow.
It was Jiang Jinpeng who looked at her right.
That day, in the imperial palace, Jiang Jinpeng, who was shot by You Wuming's palm, lost most of his body.
At this moment, he was like a wooden sculpture of a half-length body, and he was placed in this luxurious black wooden box in an upright manner, and Sang Yuan's eyes widened and squinted.
He is not yet dead!
A turbid single eye was full of blood, turned red, the expression of fear was twisted, and the body was still made of wood. I don’t know what poisonous hand is under You Wuming, but he can actually turn a living person into this way.
Sang had sympathized with him for a while. Was he forgotten here by Yumei? ! Gee.
”Otherwise I'll give you a good time? If you agree, you blink.”
Jiang Jinpeng blinked like crazy.
Sang hesitated for a moment, raised his sword and pierced his eyebrows.
This guy wanted her life at first, but now he has been tortured for so long, and the punishment is enough. It is a good deal for her to come to deal with him personally. Sang thought so far.
Jiang Jinpeng's one eye lost its luster.
The crystal jade sword was not stained with blood.
She closed the lid and sighed.
I did not expect that it was not a cockroach or a mouse, but a half-living person.
But now that he has become a dead person, there should be no more noise to make a restless life.
Sang Yuan placed the crystal jade sword on the long case and turned back to see Youyou.
”Tuk Tuk Tuk.”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
No, this time, it was a bit scary.
She watched Jiang Jinpeng die, and she couldn't die anymore.
That Duyin sounded more urgent, and urged.
Sang provokes a lot of anger at it.
”Hey, I want to see what it is!”
She put the fire candle aside, covering her eyes with one hand, looking out from the cracks of her fingers, the other carrying the sword, and once again lifted the lid of the black wooden box.
Jiang Jinpeng had fallen down, and behind his body, a puppet was sitting upright, far away from Sang.
If Jiang Jinpeng does not fall, then he and this doll are back to back. Just then his body just blocked the puppet, and at the moment he fell, and the puppet appeared.
Sang held his breath from afar, manipulated his fingers, and looked up and down.
The sound of ”Tuk Tuk” was uploaded by this doll.
Sang looked away from the side and found the mystery.
It turned out that there was a long string of amber rosaries hanging on the neck of the doll. The doll was sitting with chest on its chest. The rosary rocked back and forth, knocking on the wall of the box and making a sound.
It should be that Jiang Jinpeng moved to the doll just when he fell.
Sang exhaled from afar, no longer covering his eyes halfway.
She reached out the tip of the sword and stopped the rosary.
The world is quiet.
Sang withdrew his sword from afar, and was about to press the lid of the box, and saw the puppet fall straight back.
She was taken aback, glancing at the face of the puppet among the electric light and the flint.
The evil spirits are gorgeous, and the lips are full of malicious smiles. Is a male puppet. How old is it.
When it was about to look closely, it had fallen straight into the shadows.
If Sang wanted to take a closer look, he would have to walk directly above the cage and look straight down.
The teal palace is so ghostly that the candlelight doesn't enter the bottom of the box...
She made up the picture with a brain, and Ji Lingling shivered, gave up her thoughts decisively, and slapped the lid with a sword.
Solved the annoying sound.
She had no interest in the eccentric eccentricity.
In case you accidentally found something you shouldn't find...
A few green vines hung outside the carved wooden window, and Sang moved his ears far from the ear. He heard short-lived and twitched his hoofs in his nest.
”Does Gouzi also suffer from insomnia? Short-lived, sleep with eyes closed!” she shouted softly toward Qingteng.
Short life is still planing.
She went back to the bed, and the probe tried the dead temperature.
He didn't have a fever.
Silently watching the sleepy face of the madman for a while, Sang could not help but sighed softly again.
If this man is not such a lunatic, I am afraid that the noble girl chasing him can circle the cloud realm three times.
Like now, there are more than twenty people, even women have never touched.
Just wanting to be enchanted, she suddenly had a strange intuition that made her turn her head. After seeing the black screen in the corner of the temple, I could vaguely see the wide open lid.
Sang Yuanyuan: ”emmm...” Remember to close the lid just now.
Hehehehe? It must be closed.
She counseled for a second, and decisively crawled over You Wuming, lying on the side of the bed.
Let this shaxing be calm.
Within a few seconds, she felt something wrong again.
There was something above the mantle behind him...
She took a deep breath and slowly turned her head.
When Yu Guang glanced at a shadow, his wrist was suddenly gripped.
”Xiao Sanguo, how do you care for patients? Hmm?”
His voice was weak, and his tone was brutal and domineering.
Youwu woke up!
At this moment, Sang was like a ball filled with courage, and suddenly expanded.
She suddenly looked up at the top of the tent and found nothing on it.
She looked again at the black screen, and only faintly saw the outline of a well-shaped cage.
”Yu Wuming...” She flattened her mouth and looked at him. ”Is there a ghost in your temple?”
He stared at her like a ghost, for a while, you said quietly: ”You can see me dead, you can have one.”
Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”
She stared at the freshly awakened patient.
”Can you tell me the next time you confess yourself?”
”Okay.” His appearance looked poor, probably because of light.
After hesitating for a moment, she said: ”Just before I found Jiang Jinpeng by accident.”
You Wuming narrowed her narrow eyes halfway and said lazily: ”Well. Are you dead?”
”I didn't know it was dead at first, but after I saw it, I was dead.” Sang fart couldn't help but vomited a groove in his heart. What's this about Schrodinger's Jiang Jinpeng?
He smiled softly: ”Did you look dead?”
She didn't answer the phone and looked at him with her cheek, looking left and right.
He closed his eyes and pressed her eyes with his big hands: ”But can you see anything else?”
”A beautiful doll.” Sang said far, ”with a string of amber beads. I only saw one glance, if you can't ask, then don't say it, I don't know anything anyway.”
Youming: ”...”
He moved his eyelids and stared at her funny.
”Little Sanguo, are you thinking about something strange in your head?”
He stretched out his hand, pulled her to his side and lay down, his big cold hand pressed heavily on her side face.
He leaned over half of his body, stared at her eyes, and said solemnly: ”Don't guess, it's a weapon.”
”Ah, weapons?” She nodded stunnedly, ”Oh!”
A weird smile appeared on the corner of his lips: ”This is my secret, a secret that only you know. Dare to say it, you will die.”
”Uh huh!”
He narrowed his eyes: ”Little Mulberry, I think you are perfunctory.”
She rushed up and kissed his unpleasant mouth.
She had already sold her hue.
After a few more kisses, there is really a sense of belonging. She felt that only the person in front of her could make her kiss directly without any ill feeling. Even if he is sick. Not too sick.
Kiss, kiss, get used to it.
Breathing quickly, Youyou grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away.
He panted heavily and pressed his cough forcibly, flushing his cheeks.
For a while, he said badly: ”Do you want to use Hibiscus fat now!”
The eyes are slanted and the view is dangerous.
Sang Yuan made up for the way he was lying on her body while vomiting blood with force. With a twitch of his mouth, he quickly retracted into the bedding and smiled politely: ”Sleep.”
Since he woke up, the gloomy atmosphere in the temple disappeared, and the deep cyan color only felt thick and vicissitudes. Not even short-lived.
It's a magical sense of security.