[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

After Baiwan pulled Zhitao out of the pomegranate forest, Uncle Wang's family who stopped the ghost also slowly disappeared. The moment Uncle Wang and the others disappeared, white grimaces filled the pomegranate forest again, looking unwillingly at Zhitao's leaving direction.

With his back to the ghost, Zhitao could still feel the ghost's malicious and angry gaze.

After getting away from the pomegranate grove, she couldn't feel the sight of the ghost, Zhitao's tense heart also relaxed, and asked Wan Wan curiously: "Where did you go today?"

They were walking on the mountain road, surrounded by tall trees, the canopy of the trees blocked the sunlight, making the place look very dark, Wan Wan's face was abnormally pale under the shade of the trees, and his eyes looked faintly at the juvenile peach next to him.

Zhitao's heart skipped a beat when she was watched, and suddenly remembered a ghost story. The girl met a ghost while taking the elevator, and a colleague she knew rescued her, but the girl died later, because the colleague was also a ghost, and he wanted to be alone. Help her out of the ghost elevator by eating the girl.

After all, what hundreds of ghosts can eat is definitely different from what a single ghost can eat. Thinking of this, Zhitao's feet feel as if they are stuck to the ground, and she refuses to follow the million.

His palms were sweating, he looked at the gloomy Wanwan, swallowed unconsciously and said, "...Why don't you talk anymore?"

Wanwan licked his lips, his mouth was full of scars, he still looked at Zhitao quietly, and said with difficulty after a while: "My throat hurts, I'm busy outside, so I'm alive."

Although Wan Wan drank water at Father Snowman's house, he didn't drink much, and his throat also felt uncomfortable. Now he can't speak without talking.

Zhitao said ah, only to notice that his voice was hoarse, and realized that Wanwan was explaining to him, Zhitao clasped her palms in embarrassment, someone came to save you with good intentions, but you still regarded him as a ghost.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant," Zhitao said with her ears puffed up, feeling as if her palms were going to be torn by herself, "I just got scared out of my wits just now."

Wanwan nodded, obviously not taking it seriously, Zhitao knew that Wanwan's throat was uncomfortable, he simply explained the situation and stopped talking, so they became quiet, Zhitao followed behind him, walking one after the other On the mountain road.

The surrounding area is very quiet, occasionally you can hear birds chirping and insects calling, but you can't find it when you look closely. Zhitao is concentrating on watching the road. He was scared by the black snake before, and now he is walking on this kind of fallen leaves. Still scared on the road.

So when Wan Wan suddenly made a sound, he was startled and almost fell down, but Hei Yingyan quickly grabbed him, and Zhi Tao stood there panting.

"Are you okay?" Wan Wan turned around and quickly repeated what he had just said, but this time it was obviously about the almost fall.

Zhitao knew that Wan Wan asked about the ghost for the first time, he scratched his red earlobe, and smiled cutely: "It's okay, it's okay, didn't you come to save me?"

Wanwan stared at him and smiled, as if flowers had bloomed on Zhitao's face, but Zhitao's smiling eyes were indeed like a lotus flower covered with dew.

Zhitao noticed his straightforward gaze, lowered her eyelashes, avoided his gaze, and asked uncomfortably, "What's wrong?"

So Wanwan turned his head again and led the way in silence.

There was only one way to go down the mountain. Logically speaking, after walking for so long, it was almost time for them to go down the mountain, but they seemed to be hit by a wall and couldn't get out.

They can see the street lights down the mountain at this distance, which is the same as the street lights they met when they went down the mountain before.

But the place they visited last time was only street lights. This time, besides the street lights, there were also a group of people in black uniforms, the same as Wan Wan, and they should be people from the mysterious asylum.

When Zhitao saw those people, she realized that the street lamp at the foot of the mountain was the real exit, which was completely different from the illusion she had encountered before.

They can always see the picture at the foot of the mountain, and they can also see the people in the mysterious shelter observing the surroundings. If they can see it, it means that they are not far away, and they should be able to go outside soon, but in fact they have not been able to go out.

Zhitao also yelled at the people down the mountain a few times, but they failed to attract attention. Instead, Wanwan shook his head at him, signaling him not to continue yelling.

Seeing Wanwan walking in the front without making a sound, Zhitao was very worried. Wanwan was not in a good condition before, and he was talking to the air. It seemed like he was going to be driven crazy. Now this situation It is even easier to get emotionally depressed.

"Millions," Zhitao stopped, calling the name of the person in front of her in a low voice, her voice trembling like a restless bird shaking its tail: "Shall we take a rest first?"

Looking back, Wan Wan didn't have the violent anger or abnormality that Zhitao thought, but was very calm, and nodded after hearing Zhitao's words.

After seeing the uneasiness on Zhitao's face, he comforted him with a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, just do as you say."

Zhitao pursed her lips, although Wanwan didn't act weird, but in this situation, she could only feel a strong sense of disobedience.

"The priest took me to a place before, we can go there to rest first."

After Zhitao finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. Priest Snowman still went there if he had a question. No matter what he thought, he was just going to the tiger's mouth. He was about to say forget it, when he saw Million nodded.

Wan Wan noticed his stunned eyes, and said naturally: "Let's go, you lead the way."

"It's getting dark now, I have to find a place to rest."

When Zhitao heard his words, she raised her head to look at the sky reflexively, and it was indeed getting dark. The wilderness is no better than a village, and finding a reliable place to start a fire is the main thing.

So now their positions were reversed, with Zhitao leading the way, and Wan Wan following behind. The place Father Snowman took Zhitao to was very close to here, and it was obvious that they only walked for more than ten minutes.

The small pomegranate tree stands upright, and the surrounding white balls sway to illuminate the place, just like seeing fireflies flying all over the sky in the dark. This kind of shining light always makes people relax.

This is why Zhitao subconsciously brought Wanwan here, he wanted Wanwan to see the beautiful scenery here, he turned his head to look at Wanwan, and asked excitedly, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Wanwan looked at him and Baiqiu silently, eyes in a trance, nodded after a while, and said slowly and solemnly: "Very beautiful."

"Thank you."

When Zhitao heard this, she turned her head away, looked at the floating white light and smiled happily, remembering what Father Snowman had said to him.

Father Snowman was nearly forty years old, and the years had made his temperament particularly mellow. He was mature and stable, but the moment he called out the name of Zhitao, there was obvious fragility in his eyes.

A person as stupid as Zhitao can see his fragility at that time, like a tall glass covered with cracks, with a thrilling charm.

After Father Snowman called out his name, he didn't continue to speak, but looked at Zhitao with lowered eyelashes.

Zhitao also stared at Father Snowman, his thin white neck was upturned, his Adam's apple was generously exposed to the air, like a fish floating out of the water to breathe.

Father Snowman seemed embarrassed by the look, turned his head to look at the small pomegranate tree and the white light floating around, and said softly, "You know what?"

"Here is 520 a white ball."

521 has the meaning of confession in this country. Zhitao thought that Father Snowman was confessing to him, and looked at him in astonishment, with an uncontrollable surprise in his heart.

But Father Snowman seemed to be referring to the number of white balls, and didn't say much.

Thinking of this, Zhitao talked to Wan Wan: "There are 520 white balls here, and there will be one more every seven days."

He noticed Wan Wan's eyes and laughed again: "The priest told me all about it."

What he said was an unconscious reliance on Father Snowman. Hearing this number, Million bit the scar on his lip forcefully, then licked it away slowly, and finally said: "I know, I'll go and light up the fire."

Zhitao watched Wanwan leave to find wood, and realized that he was not in a good mood, and was a little confused, wondering why he was suddenly unhappy.

But soon he gave up thinking about it, and helped to raise the fire together, the oldest method used by Wanwan to make fire by drilling wood, Zhitao only read it in textbooks, and it was the first time he saw people practice it, curious Squat down and watch.

He used to hear people say that it is very difficult to make fire by drilling wood, but he didn't expect that a million fires can be wiped out.

When Zhitao saw the little flame, she immediately turned into a boastful monster: "Wow, you are so amazing. I heard that it is difficult to make fire by drilling wood."

Wan Wan didn't make a sound, staring silently at the little black bar that was going to be recycled. It wasn't until the little black bar came to help just now that he knew that the black shadow had actually come with Zhitao. Obviously Zhitao had said that Father Snowman was chasing him he.

However, he also noticed that the black shadow was very small now, at least it didn't scare him as much as before.

Heiying heard Zhitao praise Wanwan, and unhappily twitched Wanwan's leg, the force was not heavy, as if being bounced by a rubber band.

After being hit, Wan Wan found that the strength of Sombra also became smaller.

Wanwan stood up and looked around. The surroundings were clean and there was nothing dirty, so he found an open space to lie down and fell asleep.

Zhitao was lying opposite him, with the fire in the middle, the black shadow stretched wide below, trying to cover Zhitao, Zhitao heard the crackling sound of burning, lying on the soft black shadow, fell asleep soon past.

In the middle of the night, Hei Ying was sleeping with Zhitao in his arms happily, when he heard Father Snowman calling him back to explain the business, he reluctantly let go of Zhitao and left.

After He left, Wanwan on the opposite side opened his eyes and sat up, staring at Zhitao with an unfathomable expression. The fire light had already been extinguished, but the white ball light and moonlight still illuminated the place very brightly. He could see clearly that Zhitao was sleeping soundly. small face.

Zhitao slept soundly, her eyelashes were curved, and her face was covered with soft and fine down, she looked as cute as a lamb.

Wanwan's eyes moved down slowly, and stopped at the position of Zhitao's heart. Nanan told him that the reason why Zhitao is still alive is because he has an immortal heart.

As long as it can be replaced with Zhitao's heart, after those seven days, Million can still survive.

Wanwan took out a folding knife from his pocket. The blade was sharp and could easily cut through the skin. He walked to Zhitao's side on his knees and looked at him with heavy eyes.

Millions are D-class personnel.

And the D-class personnel in the mysterious asylum are all murderers.