There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Although today is a working day, when we arrive in the downtown area, there are still only a few people around. There will always be uncles and aunts who come out to shop, couples who come to the commercial street for shopping and dating, and pass them by.You can also hear the singing of street performers mixed with the begging of beggars, all of which are drowned out in the publicity broadcasts of various shops.

Wen Yuran is not disgusted with such a lively place. After seeing all kinds of scary and spooky scenes, such a popular place makes him feel safe.A place full of people can always make people feel that death is far away from them.

After all, human beings also live in groups, and there are still a few outliers like Qian Lang.

Another girl walked by and accidentally bumped into Wen Yuran because of the crowd. Wen Yuran carefully supported her shoulder: "Are you all right?"

"I'm looking for someone." The girl lowered her head, her voice was a little hoarse, and she stretched out her hand to wrap the crimson shawl tightly, "Can you tell me where he is?" I don't know what perfume she was wearing, but I smelled it It sounds peculiar, a little familiar.

"Well, I'd love to help, but do I know the person you're looking for?"

The girl still lowered her head, her tone was cold and stiff like a machine: "You took him away."

"!" Sensing the strangeness, Wen Yuran stepped back quickly, and finally was able to see the girl's lowered face clearly.

The bluish-gray face looked lifeless, and the opened eyes were pierced with countless thin needles, and the blood that flowed out dyed the eyes red, and these eyes were staring at him with extreme viciousness at this moment.

That smell was not perfume at all, but the smell of blood, and the shawl on the girl's shoulders was not at all, but the blood flowing from her eyes, flowing down her cheeks and neck, staining the piece of clothing red.Her belly was quite big, like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for several months, but Wen Yuran didn't feel that it contained a child at all.

He turned his head to look to the side, but Qian Lang was no longer beside him at some point.

"Damn..." Cursing secretly, Wen Yuran turned around and ran away without thinking. At the same time, he kept looking around, trying to find Qian Lang's figure in the crowd.

This time, he really didn't bring out the Vientiane ring at all.

Running in the crowd is very inconvenient. He has to dodge the oncoming people from left to right. Occasionally he bumps into one or two, but he can't apologize properly. He just leaves a quick "sorry" and continues to run forward.

Soon, he found that the crowd around him was not what he had imagined.Everyone's eyes were covered with needles, countless tiny needles reflected dazzling light in the sun, and blood dripped down the ground... Everyone stood still in place at this moment, and I don't know how many pairs of needles were injured. Eyes pierced by needles stared at him.

Whether it was a gray-haired old man, a man in his prime, or a small child, they all stood motionless at this moment, watching him quietly with a strange smile on their blood-stained face.I don't know when it started, it became extremely quiet here, not even the sound of the car running, only the sound of the soles of his shoes colliding with the ground when he was running.

Wen Yuran couldn't help but stop.

It's not that he doesn't want to run, but that he can't find a place to escape.

There are people everywhere, all of them are so weird, he is stared at by countless bloodshot pupils, and there is no place that is safe.

No matter how bright the morning sun was, it could no longer bring him a sense of peace of mind.He looked down at the hands of the girl he had just helped, which were stained with blood and glowed dark red under the sunlight.

"Run here and don't look back."

Hearing a familiar voice, Wen Yuran raised his head abruptly, and saw Qian Lang standing among weird people on the other side of the street, with blood running down his forehead, waving towards him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl named Chen Zilin walking slowly towards this side just now, Wen Yuran didn't care too much, and stopped looking at those people who made his scalp tingle, and just ran in the direction of Qianlang sullenly.

The only luck is that the passers-by except Chen Zilin looked scary, but they didn't move, so there was no other risk for Wen Yuran running all the way except for a little challenge of psychological endurance.

As soon as he ran close, Qian Lang grabbed his wrist, and he was immediately led away, running quickly along the street.

what is this?A supernatural version of Street Royale?

Wen Yuran has a lot of questions, such as where Qian Lang went just now, how did Qian Lang get injured, why Qian Lang chose to escape so passively this time, but running so fast exhausted his energy so quickly that he couldn't escape at all. Ask when you are free.

After running away from the commercial street, Qianlang stopped. Wen Yuran, who had been pulled by him, did not expect him to stop suddenly, and bumped into his back unexpectedly.

"Huh...huh...this is...what's the matter..." Wen Yuran complained out of breath, holding his hands on his knees to adjust his breathing.

Compared to him, Qian Lang was only slightly short of breath, and he adjusted back to normal within a short period of time, but his face was extremely ugly, with a suffocating killing intent in his gloom: "He wants to kill you."

"Kill me? Who?" Asked inexplicably, but Wen Yuran had already thought of the answer before he could finish speaking. Except for Qian Tong'an, who could kill people in this way, he really didn't think about it.Speaking of which, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't shown his face once since the time at University A, but Qian Tong'an was always able to show his presence so persistently.

Wen Yuran didn't even catch his breath, when Qianlang grabbed his arm violently, the expression on that handsome face still stained with wet blood seemed to be in confusion, he looked at him vacillatingly, and grasped his hand Trembling slightly: "Let's go home, Qi Feichen can take the things, there must be some traps at home, if..."

The surroundings have returned to their usual appearance, and they look a bit eye-catching like this.Pedestrians passing by cast strange glances from time to time, and when they saw the blood dripping from Qianlang's head, they quickly moved away from them, so as not to cause disputes.

"Qianlang?" Sensing that the other party's mood was obviously wrong, Wen Yuran tentatively called Qianlang's name in a low voice.

But it seemed that Qianlang could no longer listen to the words, and just looked at him with blank eyes, muttering to himself: "I shouldn't have brought you out so rashly, in case you were really accidentally injured... ..."

"Calm down, I'm alright, it's probably you who are not alright now." Wen Yuran was confused, and was about to take a step back when Qianlang, who noticed his movement, pulled him suddenly and was hugged directly.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you, I will not let him hurt you, I will kill him..."

What's the matter, the mood swings suddenly so big, prenatal syndrome?Wen Yuran was wondering, and slapped Qianlang's ass mercilessly: "Aren't you usually quite tall, why are you so cowardly all of a sudden? You first find your IQ back and talk to us first."

In fact, Wen Yuran didn't really want to chat with him. If possible, he wanted to take him to treat the wound on his head as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran dragged Qianlang's arm and continued to walk forward. Fortunately, this place was not far from his home: "I'm not afraid of what you're doing here? Even if we did meet, wouldn't you be able to defeat that idiot? Now your boyfriend! I! I want to take you home! Hold back if you have any opinions."

People make progress through setbacks, and now Wen Yuran already knows how to deal with Qianlang's brain twitch.And just as he expected, after hearing these few words, even though Qian Lang still looked dazed, at least she followed him obediently and silently.

It's a little embarrassing to use the identity of a boyfriend to scare people. I feel like I've joined the crew where the domineering president falls in love with me.

After walking quietly like this for about 10 minutes, Qian Lang, who had been pulled by Wen Yuran's arm, suddenly said, "I fell into Qian Tong'an's trick just now, so I couldn't stay by your side all the time."

Yo, it's back to normal.

"So you came back with a bloody mess with him." Wen Yuran squinted at him, still wondering, "Then what were you afraid of there just now? I haven't freaked out yet, so I think you're going to be mentally weak first." "It can't be that he is too strong, right?

"This curse can only be escaped before it expires. There is no way to do any artificial damage. If you get hurt in front of me again, I might really go crazy." Qian Lang said softly.

The life during this period of time was so happy that he almost forgot the extremely deep shadow of the past.And if something goes wrong just now, maybe his master will be injured in front of him again, which makes him feel like returning to that nightmare day again, and also awakens the deepest fear in his heart again.

And after extreme happiness, this fear also becomes more intense.

"Are you a little princess with a glass heart?" Wen Yuran retorted casually, "Okay, okay, I promise that if something happens, I will run away, faster than a rabbit, so put your heart in your stomach. You brought a tissue No? Wipe the blood off your face, it’s not good to scare a child..."

The blood didn't bleed too much, it was almost solidified at the moment, it was probably just a minor injury, Wen Yuran wasn't very worried.

In contrast, he was more worried that Qian Lang would find Qian Tong'an to perish together if he was upset. It would never be good for two psychopaths to get together.

small theater:

Wen Yuran: It's too scary. Why do ghosts touch porcelain these days, and I don't dare to help them casually anymore?

Female ghost: I just acted according to the script, in fact, she is very gentle o(*////▽////*)q

Qian Lang (!): You helped her, why did you help her, is she prettier than me QAQ

Wen Yuran: Don't be like this, how could you have such a terrible idea of ​​life and death love between humans and ghosts!