There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Thanks to the blessing of the light before this, Wen Yuran was able to see the true face of the thing he was entangled with before - it was probably a woman, but the flesh all over her body was broken, and the biggest wound was completely broken from her right shoulder to her chest. Divided into two halves, the blood-red eyes stared at him viciously.

As for the warrior who fell from the sky, Wen Yuran also saw his true face clearly. It turned out to be Qian Lang who he had been looking for everywhere, but the other party's current state seemed to be very wrong.

Wen Yuran knew that Qianlang had a serious obsession with cleanliness, and there was a whole box of all kinds of gloves in the house.And this kind of cleanliness is especially incisive when in contact with people other than him. He doesn't even like to use the washed cups in restaurants or bars, and the tableware must be wiped and cleaned by himself before reluctantly starting to use it.

But now?Now Qianlang's white coat is covered with blood, even with a few small pieces of meat, his gloves are missing, and even his face is stained with blood, not to mention the hand holding the axe, almost all of them are gone. is blood.Even so, he couldn't see the slightest expression on his face, and that couldn't even be considered his usual indifference and coldness to the outside world. Those inorganic eyes made people daunting for no reason.

After a while, Wen Yuran reluctantly went back to make a definition. It was probably a kind of indifference, a complete indifference to everything including himself. No matter what was destroyed, destroyed or killed, it was as natural as breathing, like breathing. It's something as small as accidentally stepping on an ant.

The not-so-sharp ax fell on the female ghost, but it caused the female ghost to let out shrill and sharp screams. She struggled desperately to escape, but Qian Lang grabbed her tightly, and there was no way to escape.

Objectively speaking, for Wen Yuran, he should feel extremely at ease now, but this is not the case, because he has to worry about Qianlang's mental state at this time.

While his mind was in chaos, Qian Lang had no intention of stopping at all, until the screaming female ghost gradually became transparent, and finally her entire body disappeared completely as if it had melted.

With a "bang bang", the ax was thrown on the ground and broke into two pieces. Qianlang's upright body suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, and the rapid panting didn't sound like exhaustion, but more like being out of breath and desperately breathing. He tightly grasped the right wrist that was holding the ax just now, until his fingers turned white.

Wen Yuran immediately got rid of the hair that was still wrapped around her body, threw it back casually, and hurried forward, knelt down and patted Qianlang's back to help him calm down: "What's wrong, where did you get hurt?"

He didn't get a reply after a while, and the other party's condition didn't improve either, so he could only pick up the mobile phone that Qianlang had thrown aside casually, lowered the brightness slightly, and then looked at Qianlang to see what was wrong with him. He was stunned.

His eyes were still as blank as before, as if his soul had come out of his body and hadn't returned to his original position, cold sweat dripped down his chin to the ground.And the nails of his left hand were sinking deeply into his fragile right wrist, because it was already covered with blood, Wen Yuran didn't know if he had scratched and bled, he only knew that he had to stop it immediately.

Put the phone against the corner of the table next to it, and adjust the angle so that it can just shine on this side.Wen Yuran stretched out his hand directly and tried to pull Qianlang's left hand away. After this attempt, he was surprised to find out how much strength Qianlang had used to grab his wrist. If he was allowed to continue like this, the arteries would be buried. No matter how deep it is, it will be scratched by him.

"Let go! Hey, did you hear what I said! This handsome guy? Show me his pretty hands? Can you let go! I'll tell you that I'm afraid of myself when I'm serious..."

This man was so powerful that Wen Yuran spent a long time trying to pull the two hands, but they didn't move.And after he said this for a long time, Qianlang's eyes didn't move, as if he was in a trance, his eyes didn't even have focus.

It seems that the hard one can't touch this person, he has to try the soft one.Why did you suddenly become like this when you were alone?Could it be that this place is too horrible to frighten the nervous breakdown?It shouldn't be, even he has nothing to do, there's no reason why Qian Lang, who has always been calm in the face of these things, can't bear it.

"Qianlang? Do you think you want to cry or what do you want? We can discuss it. Give me an answer. How about I scare you to death before the ghost. Okay, even if you don't speak, at least let go of your hands." Come on, be good..."

He mumbled to himself for a long time, only to be pleasantly surprised to see Qian Lang's reaction.

He turned his head slowly, his breathing gradually became steady, his dark pupils finally came into focus, and he stared straight at him, his lips moved slightly, as if he said something, but the voice was too small to be heard.But now Wen Yuran didn't care about what Qianlang said, and only when he seemed to have regained his composure, he quickly pulled Qianlang's hand away, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and wiped off the blood on his right wrist, Showing a clear, bleeding wound underneath.

Judging from the shape of the wound, it was obvious that he grabbed it just now.

"You take the paper and press the wound first..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly hugged, and it was not any kind of hug he had ever experienced, but was almost embraced by the other party... Probably this kind of forcefully bringing out a little bit of hugging. Feel the hug.

To be honest, this posture made him very uncomfortable, not only because as a big man, he had to bend over to be hugged, but also because he was pressing on Qianlang's wound, which caused his hands to be directly twisted behind, forming a Unusual posture.

At the same time, thanks to the infinitely shortened distance, he was finally able to hear clearly what Qian Lang had been muttering softly.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry..."

The same sentence was repeated over and over again, as if the repeater was damaged, without even the slightest change in tone, which made people feel chills behind for no reason.

"It's okay, I don't know why you're apologizing, but I accept it. I'd be happier if you were more normal!"

Really helpless, Wen Yuran patted Qianlang's back with his empty hand, and was silent in his heart: Do we have to have such a warm and harmonious communication in the dark haunted house?

"Anyone who hurts you is unforgivable, no matter who it is, even me."

It was clearly whispering close to the ear, but without any emotion, it was frighteningly cold, not only did Wen Yuran not feel at ease, but even more frightened, there must be something wrong, right?

Bite the bullet and continue: "Then do you have to listen to me?"

nod.

"Okay, then let me go and press the wound yourself."

Much smoother than expected, Qian Lang obediently withdrew the force on his arm, but instead of pressing the wound with paper as he said, he held Wen Yuran's wrist with his backhand: "Treat the injury first."

Looking down at his hand, Wen Yuran didn't know what to say. It was when the back of his hand was scratched on the ground when he fell before, and there was not much blood. For a big man, he went to play basketball. A broken skin may be more serious than this injury.

"Don't talk nonsense, let me just ask, do you want to let go?"

No response, no action.

Wen Yuran raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Then don't blame me for being a hooligan."

His free other hand took full advantage of its length, smoothly circled behind Qianlang, and slapped his ass mercilessly. The sound echoed in the room, and Qianlang heard it It is like an infinite echo constantly playing back in the ear.

"!"

At that time, Qian Lang's expression changed, and his whole body froze as if the pause button had been pressed.

So Wen Yuran easily broke free from his hand, picked up his dusty coat, and carefully tore the innermost shirt from the edge, forming a long strip of cloth.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Qianlang's whole face was red until the ears through the light, and he was sitting there kneeling like a fool, like an innocent girl who had just been bullied.

Hehe, if he knew this trick was easy to use, he would have done it a long time ago, and now he is not only completely revived, but also honest.But then again, is Qian Lang such a thin-skinned person?

He started to bandage Qian Lang's wrist in a particularly comfortable mood.

After regaining consciousness, as the warm cloth strips wrapped around his arms, Qian Lang felt that his whole body was not well, and his face was as hot as if it was about to burn.

Is this my dear's close-fitting clothes, or did you wrap it with your own hands... Can he lick it QAQ "Okay, if you wrap it up ugly, just pretend you can't see it, first tell me how you know I'm here?" He They didn't dare to ask what happened to Qianlang's state just now, for fear that something would happen if he accidentally provoked someone.

"Of course I have a certain feeling for the master. I found that you entered the area of ​​this house and immediately followed the sound to find you, but it was still a bit late." Qianlang's face was still a little red, and his words were a little bit Vibrato, but the color of guilt is more obvious.

Wen Yuran suddenly remembered the weird voice he heard at the top of the stairs before, combined with the ax in Qianlang's hand... His face was a little weird. Could this be the real face of the "monster" that scared him half to death?

"Well, you're amazing. I'm here to look for you. Are you okay? I saw a person in white clothes near here on the second floor who seemed injured, isn't it you?"

"I'm fine. I was on the third floor just now. What you saw should be the afterimage here." While speaking, Qianlang kept touching the cloth strip tied around his wrist with the other hand. We have no one else. If you see figures here, they should be afterimages. When this place was reduced to a ghost building, ghosts slaughtered, and some victims would have extremely strong fear and other negative emotions. There is a probability that they will stay in that place. Afterimages, people like you who can see ghosts may occasionally see them when they come in. But it’s not lethal, it’s similar to stereoscopic projection.”

So what he saw on the stairway was just an afterimage?

small theater:

When we first met, Wen Yuran was quite afraid of Qianlang, because this person looked strange. After we met for a while, Wen Yuran was still afraid of Qianlang, because this person was shameless and scarier than him. After getting acquainted, Wen Yuran was still afraid of Qianlang. , because he always has to worry that his pants will be taken off at any time. After everything is done, Wen Yuran is still unavoidably worried——

"Don't look at me like that, your eyes make me feel like I'm going to be cut off QAQ"