National Rare Monster Illustrated Book

Shen Qing was not brought into the city bureau by Cheng Jing, he was picked up by Qin Mo at the gate of the city bureau.

The heating inside the car surged, dispelling the chill outside.Shen Qing sat on the soft back of the chair, holding a cup of hot milk with a strong aroma in one hand, and the other hand was on Qin Mo's palm, which was warmed by his palm.

Qin Mo said: "I'm afraid of the cold and still wear so little."

Shen Qing took a sip of milk: "I don't want to wear it."

Too much clothing would make him very uncomfortable, and Black Snake was much more sensitive to the cold than anyone else, so it didn't make much difference to him if he wore more or less, it was all the same cold.

Inside the closed carriage was warm air, Shen Qing lowered his head to drink the hot milk, and pulled his hand away from Qin Mo.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "I could still hug you before, but now I won't even let you touch me."

Shen Qing ignored him, drank the milk by herself, leaving an empty cup with residual warmth in her hand.

He said: "Lin Meng was murdered, but she may be willing."

Qin Mo took the empty milk glass away from his hand: "Why do you say that?"

"In the photo, she is full of blackness. She didn't commit suicide, but was killed,"

Shen Qing said, "There is no resentment after death, and there is no lingering. She should no longer be in this world."

"You said before that her death was related to another person."

"An Liya."

Shen Qing nodded, "She has a bad debt on her body, that is her inner demon, and it will always be attached to her."

Only when the emotion is extremely strong can the evil debt turn into a demon—the shadow behind Zheng Suqin and the dead hand on An Liya's neck are their demons.

"Yang Xiaoyu also saw something, but it wasn't a ghost."

Shen Qing said, "Even if he dies tonight, it's someone who killed him."

Death is hard to see, chance and strength are indispensable.Even for Shen Qing, it is difficult to easily see whether a person looks dead or not.

He didn't know if Yang Xiaoyu would die, but what was certain was that there were other people behind Yang Xiaoyu.

Qin Mo said: "Do you want me to send someone to watch him, little black snake?"

"No, if something happens to An Liya and Yang Xiaoyu, I can sense it."

Shen Qing said, "By the way, according to your rules, where will Lin Meng's body be placed?"

"funeral parlor,"

Qin Mo raised his hand and wiped away a little milk stain from the corner of the young man's mouth with his thumb, "I'll accompany you there."

-

Lin Meng was placed in a funeral home on the outskirts of the city.

Her body was brought in more than ten hours ago, and it is still kept in the freezer of the morgue.Shen Qing used a trick to bypass the funeral home and the cameras, and sneaked into the morgue without a sound.

Outside the morgue, there are luxuriant grasses and withered yellow everywhere.It is located in a remote place, and when you look up, you can only see the continuous green hills standing quietly in the cold wind.

As soon as Shen Qing entered the morgue, she regretted it.

It's cold here.

The cold air came from all directions, filled every corner of the room, and penetrated into his clothes along the corners of his clothes. His limbs were cold, and his body temperature flowed away quickly.

Shen Qing exhaled, trying to warm herself up.

If I had known, I would have let him come with me.

Thinking so in his heart, he quickly found the freezer numbered "Lin Meng".

The lights in the room were not turned on, and in the dim light, Shen Qing unzipped the body bag, revealing Lin Meng's pale face under the bag.

The young woman lay on the cold table, her body stiff as ice.

Shen Qing said: "Sorry."

Pale fingertips touched the center of Lin Meng's eyebrows, and Black Snake's consciousness penetrated into her altar... nothing was found.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, Lin Meng's soul has long since dissipated, leaving only such an empty body.

Shen Qing withdrew his hand not unexpectedly, his knuckles were a little stiff, he silently covered it with the same cold left hand for a while, thinking that if he didn't go out again, he might be frozen into a fool again.

There were faint footsteps outside the morgue, Shen Qing stretched his nerves, zipped up the body bag before his thinking was frozen by the cold, and sent Lin Meng back to the freezer.

As he was about to close the freezer, the door jammed unexpectedly.

Shen Qing reopened the freezer and closed it again.The cabinet door was still stuck in the last few centimeters and could not be closed no matter what.

The sound of footsteps outside the corridor approached slowly, step by step, clearly audible.

The footsteps suddenly disappeared.

The morgue was dark, and there was light coming in through the crack of the door, which was blocked by something.

That's a pair of feet.

Boom, boom, boom.

Shen Qing heard a knock on the door.

It wasn't the knock on the door from outside, it was inside...in the morgue.

In the freezer containing the corpse, there was a dull knock on the door.

Shen Qing: "..."

He yanked open one of the freezers, and a woman's smirking and distorted face came into view unexpectedly.

"Giggle-"

Amidst the ghostly laughter, the black snake strangled her stiff neck expressionlessly.

"Death to life as soon as possible, walk slowly and never see you off."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The black flames soared, and the female ghost let out a sharp scream, and it shattered into pieces of black ash between Shen Qing's fingers, leaving a residue on the ground.

Shen Qing closed the door of the freezer, turned around - the feet outside the door had disappeared, he left the funeral home along the way he came, and plunged straight into the bleak wind.

On the outskirts of the city, Qin Mo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, opened his arms and firmly caught a black snake.

Shen Qing rubbed her face into the man's broad and steady shoulders, heat continuously surged along the place where the two of them touched, and the cold limbs warmed up again.

Qin Mo stroked the young man's flexible waistline with one hand, and smiled, "Good boy."

The thick overcoat tightly wrapped the little black snake that was almost frozen straight, and the warm air filled his breath. Shen Qing curled up in Qin Mo's arms, and closed her eyes lazily.

He looked really stupid from the cold, and fell asleep while nestling up, not noticing the changes around him.

call--

As the cold wind blew, the withered and yellow grass leaves in the suburbs rustled. For a moment, it seemed that there were many pairs of eyes hidden in unknown corners, with a fierce gleam like jackals shining in their eyes.

A strange atmosphere filled the air, and the ghosts were whispering, excitedly and greedily coveting the delicious prey in front of them.

"The dogs chased the wolf,"

Qin Mo lightly rubbed the young man's forehead with his thumb, "These things are worthy of coveting you."

He raised his hand, with the cold murderous aura of a golden iron horse wrapped between his slender and well-defined fingers, like the capsizing of the sea, the roar of the raging abyss—the tyrannical aura rushing in vastly, roaring and clearing away all kinds of filth.

The suburbs are like a hurricane passing through, the strong wind sweeps across the plains, only the young man in the eye of the wind is safely protected in Qin Mo's arms, without being affected in the slightest.

Maybe it was because of the familiar aura around him, Shen Qing slept soundly, the whole person was nestled in the warm coat, most of his face was blocked by the fallen black hair, only his pale jaw was exposed.

The wind gradually subsided, and he rubbed against Qin Mo's chest unconsciously. Qin Mo gently turned his face away, and planted a gentle and cherished kiss on the brow.

"Wake up and don't let me hug you anymore,"

He smiled lowly, "Give me some reward first, little black snake."

Qin Mo wrapped the little black snake in his arms, stroked his hair, pinched his face, and finally carried him home.

-

"Help! Help!!"

"I don't want to die! Ahhhhhh!!"

"Who can help me!!"

"Ghost!! There are ghosts!!!"

The piercing scream that was so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrum, Shen Qing was awakened alive.

He opened his eyes and found that he had slept until midnight.

——As the weather got colder, his sleep time became longer and longer.

There was another person besides him on the soft big bed, and he was being embraced by that person in his strong arms, and the heat filled the gap between them, making him feel warm.

"woke up?"

A man's deep and magnetic voice came from above his head, especially mellow in the night.

Shen Qing buried his hot and steady chest for a while, stood up and said, "Something may happen to Yang Xiaoyu."

The air was cold at night, Shen Qing shrank from the cold, and was pulled into Qin Mo's arms again.

"Let's go together."

"No, it's dangerous."

Shen Qing took off Qin Mo's coat from the hanger and put it on her body, saying, "Can you give this to me?"

"I can give you anything,"

Qin Mo said, "Let me kiss you, little black snake."

"..."

Shen Qing glanced at him, then went out the door in silence.

The night wind was bitter outside, Shen Qing was wrapped in a coat that wrapped her shoulders, her figure disappeared in the darkness, and disappeared in an instant.

He rushed to Yang Xiaoyu's community and bumped into a man downstairs in the unit.

The Taoist robed man stood majestically in the cold wind holding a mahogany sword, surrounded by a circle of burning talisman paper, the flames flickered on and off, as if he was contending with something invisible.

It was the demon hunter, Du Hao'an, who appeared in the building in the morning.

Shen Qing walked straight past the young demon catcher.

"and many more!"

Du Haoan said, "Is this your demonic aura? Demons are not allowed to hurt people, even if you are a national first-level protection—"

"I'm right here,"

Shen Qing interrupted him, "Which eye of yours saw me hurt someone?"

"Although there is no one now, but... ah! Damn! You, can you help?"

The momentum of the second half of the sentence obviously dropped, several talisman papers were extinguished, and Du Hao'an saw cold sweat on his forehead.

Shen Qing stopped.

He didn't want to help Du Haoan, but was stopped by a force...his power.

"Is your evil spirit a rebellion? Ahhh, you're going to die, you're going to die——"

"To shut up."

Shen Qing raised his hand, slightly bent his slender fingers, and grabbed the air hard.

The air was split, the rapid whistle trembled endlessly, and the invisible barrier was broken. A wisp of black air wrapped around Shen Qing's fingertips, and he hooked them out.

Du Hao'an only felt the pressure lighten, and managed not to kneel on the ground, but Shen Qing grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

They rushed to the third floor and smelled the pungent smell of blood.

In the messy rough room, someone was lying crookedly at the base of the wall, his chest was covered with shards of glass, and there was a pair of deadly scissors in his heart.

——Yang Xiaoyu.