Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Jinnian shrank his neck a little itchy, and said hesitantly: "I'm obedient, I'm obedient!"

Er Yuehong didn't say anything else, but just led the other person towards him, but his eyes were fixed on Chenpi who was hanging on his palm behind him.

Jinnian couldn't see it, but he could feel his waist, which had just cooled down, being covered by a hot hand again.

It wasn't Er Yuehong's hand. My brother had just come in from outside and his hands were a little cold.

He stared at the beads rolling on the ground, still holding one in his hand. He lowered his head and counted them one by one. His legs were swinging on the edge of the bed, and red marks were left on his plump calves by the edge of the bed. He continued to torture himself without realizing it.

Er Yuehong sighed, leaned forward, put his bony hand around Jinnian's calf, and the other hand around his shoulder, gently lifting Jinnian up.

"I've told you so many times, be careful around you."

Er Yuehong scolded him while picking him up and gently rubbing the red marks on his legs.

Only then did Jinnian realize that his legs were numb. He followed Er Yuehong's movements, lying on his back on the bed, groaning twice.

Chenpi did not hide it either, and gently pinched Jinnian's waist with his hand. After receiving a fierce look from Jinnian, he raised his eyebrows, lifted his waist, and pulled the quilt beside him to cushion it.

Jinnian lay there contentedly, yawning from time to time, waiting for his brother to rub his legs.

The teenager was thin because of the previous ordeal, with only a little fat on his legs and belly.

The cold hands rubbed the roots of the legs, and the already numb legs became a little warm, and even the cold hands were stained with the burning temperature.

For some reason, Er Yuehong only felt the temperature of his fingertips gradually rising. The temperature from his fingertips spread along the soft clothes and into his heart.

“Ouch…it hurts!”

"pain?"

Er Yuehong sat beside the bed and asked softly in a very low voice.

Jinnian snorted twice and turned around, yawning because of sleepiness.

It didn't hurt, but it felt numb and itchy, like there were tiny feathers on my legs, and my brother's hands were so cold, like ice.

Er Yuehong took Jinnian's pulse while he was drowsy and nodding his head while holding Chenpi's belt.

After Jinnian fell asleep, he gently put her on the bed and glanced at Chenpi.

Chen Pi naturally knew what it meant and didn't act pretentiously. He looked at Jin Nian with serious eyes and pinched her hand gently, and Jin Nian let go.

He turned around and followed Er Yuehong out.

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The granite alley three blocks away.

The servant sent by Chen Pi to resettle the refugees was stumbling into his house, looking terrified, as if he had been frightened by something terrifying.

When the moonlight filtered through the thin window, it illuminated the strange blue spots that appeared on the back of his neck.

The servant suddenly felt thirsty and immediately ran to the yard.

He buried his entire face in the water tank under the eaves. The moonlight shone down, and the reflection in the tank was vague and unclear.

He scooped up some water with his hands and drank it. As he was drinking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the jar - his festering skin was oozing pus mixed with blood, which was dripping into the jar, splashing water.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams resounded through the sky, cutting through the night like a sharp blade.

The boy collapsed on the ground, tremblingly touching his face.

On my face, the cold water was soaked in mucus and felt as slippery as oil.

He held it up to his eyes with shaking hands, and saw a thick white liquid on his fingertips. The yellow liquid was crushed open, revealing a milky white worm that was still wriggling.