[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Seeing this scene, Zhitao was completely frightened.

Wanwan wrapped 143 wriggling in his hands, and after 143 slowly turned back into a square shape, he said to Zhitao who was standing still: "The hot water is for washing hands, go and wash, and finish it early sleep."

He should have heard what Father Snowman said outside, Wanwan turned and left after explaining to Zhitao.

"Ah." Zhitao responded blankly, watching Wanwan go out.

After Bai Wan went out, he took a shower full of question marks. He was in a daze. He couldn't figure out why the two of them could still get along so well.

Million had clearly told him that Father Snowman had a big problem and that he should be vigilant against Father Snowman, but now he is the one who acts as if nothing has happened.

When Zhitao came out after washing, Wanwan was already lying on the floor and fell asleep, where she was on the floor before.

Father Snowman was lazily leaning on the sofa reading a book, and saw him come out and said, "The room inside is ready, go and sleep there."

In his hand was a white book, with no words on the cover, it seemed to have at least a hundred pages. Zhitao knew that Father Snowman had many books, but this was the first time he had seen this book, so he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. .

Father Snowman noticed Zhitao's curious eyes, closed the book, and said gently, "Go to sleep."

Zhitao noticed that Father Snowman's words had become stronger since he was found abnormal. He clasped his hands unhappily, turned and went into the inner room.

After he went to bed and fell asleep, the black shadow quietly came out of his room, turned off the light in the living room, and returned to Father Snowman's feet.

Father Snowman put the book in his hand aside, turned his eyes to the millions on the ground, "Speak."

After Wanwan entered the room and saw Father Snowman, he first expressed his desire to talk to him, but when Million wanted to talk, Father Snowman stopped him and asked to talk again at night.

Wan Wan didn't fall asleep, he sat up from the ground silently, and looked at Father Snowman who was leaning on the sofa.

There were many dark shadows around, but he could still clearly feel what was behind Father Snowman. The black shadow left a huge shadow on Million, making him almost speechless, but he knew that this was rare Opportunity, Wan Wanfa bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, forcing himself to wake up.

"I can……"

"Whatever you want, I can help you."

Father Snowman's eyebrows were low, and the white book was placed on his lap, solemnly looking like a god in the dark night. He hummed and signaled Million to continue.

Word by word, he begged the priest very clearly: "As long as I can live."

"I want to live."

Father Snowman didn't speak, and the black shadow behind him swam towards him, like a cobra with its fangs open. When Wanwan saw the black shadow, he breathed a lot less. This is the instinctive reaction of human beings when they face wild beasts.

The 209th, Father Snowman looked at him intently, and slowly thought of the first 208 people in his heart, with low character, high-mindedness, vicious and cunning.

Facing this kind of person, Father Snowman could see through it without spending too much effort, and he concluded without doubt: "I won't believe you."

Hearing this, Wan Wan's face became even uglier, his skin was pale, and his lips were covered with scars. If he were put in the group of ghosts before, he would probably look more like a ghost than them.

He anxiously defended himself: "I never hurt him, and I'm not the same as before, I was wronged, I didn't do bad things..."

Father Snowman looked at him condescendingly, like a king examining a soldier, and he made a final announcement to the soldier: "If that's all you want to say, then I don't think there is any need for us to talk."

Wan Wan's words were stuck in his throat, his eyes were wide open, and the two eyeballs seemed to fall out, he yelled: "Why! I didn't..."

Father Snowman frowned and looked at the black shadow. After receiving the order, the black shadow quickly covered Wanwan's mouth, and at the same time blocked Zhitao's ears intimately.

"The 208 people in front of you said the same thing, but none of them could really do it." Father Snowman pointed out calmly.

Wan Wan was covered with his mouth, resentment and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, Father Snowman could understand his eyes, but understanding did not mean liking.

He said almost tiredly: "And, among so many people, you are the only one who let him come into contact with these."

"That alone makes it impossible for me to trust you."

Zhitao turned over in his sleep, and heard noises in a vague way, but soon he fell into a deeper sleep.

In the dream, he came to Shiliu Village on the first day, and this time he was not accompanied by a millionaire, but a strange man.

The man has a shaggy beard, muscular muscles, and fierce eyes, making him look unfriendly.

But such a strong-looking man, in Zhitao's dream, was extremely timid. He would often talk to Zhitao with ambiguous meanings nervously, and then secretly wrote many notes with his own blood.

The most he said to Zhitao was: "There are many corpses buried in the white flowers in front of the pomegranate tree."

"Father Snowman killed them all."

"We're going to die too."

As if to confirm his words, this man died a particularly miserable death. He alarmed the ghosts in Shiliu Village, and then accidentally fell down on the way to escape.

The ghosts chased him like a hyena. When they saw him fall, the ghosts behind them jumped up. They gnawed at the man's flesh and swallowed the blood. The bones on the man's arms and cheeks were exposed. Crawled with black ghosts, even so, he was still alive.

Zhitao watched from the side, too frightened to move, he could only watch him being eaten alive, until there were only scattered bones left, no flesh and blood left on the bones, the ghosts secretly smiled , stuck out his long tongue to lick his nose, and looked at Zhitao with cunning and greedy eyes.

When Zhitao saw their fearful eyes, he heard familiar footsteps. He turned around and saw that it was indeed Father Snowman. The ghosts ran away like mice seeing a cat.

Zhitao was about to tell him what happened just now, when he saw Father Snowman smiling, the black shadow on the soles of his feet suddenly swelled up, and the black shadow stood huge and dark behind the priest, like Father Snowman's growth. Wings of the devil.

Zhitao was frightened by this scene, and couldn't help but look straight at the black shadow. The tall shadow noticed Zhitao's sight and swooped down. There were many wailing ghosts and bones in the shadow, With a strong fishy smell.

It wasn't until the sun hit Zhitao's face that he struggled to wake up from the bloody dream. Because of the content of the dream, his whole body was stunned, wondering if he was frightened and stupid, how could he do such a thing? Weird dream.

Zhitao rubbed his face like a little sea otter, trying to get rid of the influence of the dream, he got up and walked out of the house after his mood calmed down, the priest's house was empty, neatly placed quilts on the sofa and the floor, Million and Snowman The priest is not there.

Zhitao searched inside and outside the house but couldn't find anyone. There was still hot food on the table. It seemed that it was made by Father Snowman. It should not be long since he left, but he just couldn't find anyone.

Zhitao doesn't have much appetite now, and when he sees food, he thinks of ghosts eating people, so he didn't move the food on the table, but was going to go out to find someone in Shiliu Village, when he was about to leave, he suddenly noticed the ghost on the sofa book of.

It was the white book that Father Snowman read yesterday. There was no name on the cover, and it was obviously lying on the wooden sofa.

Zhitao approached the sofa curiously, picked up the book and read it. After opening it, he realized that it seemed to be Father Snowman’s diary. Date, the earliest time is ten years ago.

It seems that the priest has been writing this diary for a long time. No wonder there are so many pages. Childish Taoxin thought, she admires Father Snowman for persisting in writing for so many years. If it were him, he might not be able to write in a week.

He has never learned this language, so naturally he can't understand what is written in it. Even if he can understand, Zhitao will not deliberately peek at other people's diaries.

He closed the diary shyly, thinking that he would tell Father Snowman later that when he was at Father Snowman's house, the priest especially liked to share books with Zhitao, so that's why Zhitao picked up Read the book.

When Zhitao put the diary back on the sofa, suddenly a fluffy piece of paper floated down from the book, Zhitao squatted down subconsciously to pick up the paper.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped, and he noticed that there were red marks on the folded paper, but Father Snowman's house clearly did not have red pens or red paint.

This seemed to be an ominous omen, which made him uneasy, Zhitao picked up the note, on which were densely packed words, it looked like a page torn from a book at random.

Zhitao stood there holding the note. The note was like a strange cave, with unknown risks, but it could arouse people's strong curiosity.

So even though she knew there might be something bad in it, Zhitao still opened it out of strong curiosity.

There were only three simple lines of characters in the note, written in blood, the blood was already dark red, and the words were squeezed and twisted, as if written by a person in extreme fear.

[—The body is under a tree root in the backyard. ]

[Father Snowman kills them]

[I'm dying too]

The huge dark red death word pierced into Zhitao's eyes, this kind of blankness with unknown meaning easily aroused his uneasiness.

Zhitao's impression of Father Snowman is a staid and gentle person, which is very in line with people's imagination of priests, but in this note full of fear, it is said that Father Snowman is an outright murderer.

Zhitao inexplicably remembered the dream he had last night, he remembered the man in the dream, it seemed that this note was written.