[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

How could it be a statue?

Didn't he smash the idol?

The two completely different memories were like a giant python entangled together, causing Zhitao's head to ache. This sharp pain blocked his tongue and he couldn't say anything. He could only stare at the statue with a dull expression.

It may be because Zhitao discovered the truth, the child-like idol has long since lost the smile just now, and the eyes with four pupils are staring at Zhitao, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast, the coolness crawled along his back .

Squeak.

Jiang Wenhao pushed the door slowly and walked in. Compared with the statue that was obviously out of order, he was more calm, and just asked softly, "Did you find it?"

Zhitao reacted quickly and avoided the door, stood in the middle of the temple and looked at the left and right sides. On the left was the evil god who ate human flesh, and on the right was an unknown figure wearing Jiang Wenhao's identity. He asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, Jiang Wenhao looked at him distressedly, and said softly: "Since the elder brother and the younger brother share the same name."

He was unfamiliar with four pupils, and said clearly: "Then I am Jiang Wenhao."

Just by hearing him say that, Zhitao knew that this person was not the Jiang Wenhao he was familiar with, but where was it really?Is it brother or brother?Or is it the missing one?

His thoughts were in confusion, and the sound of his heartbeat was beating arrogantly in his ears, making it even more difficult for him to think. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, leaving traces on the gray floor.

Jiang Wenhao said distressedly: "Why do you care so much? Isn't it good to be here? It's so scary outside, why do you go out?"

scary?Zhitao quickly raised her eyes to look at him, "What has become outside?"

Jiang Wenhao put his hands in his trouser pockets, his body swayed in place, like a child thinking about it, he said in a drawn out tone, "Well..."

He talked for a long time, and then said in a tangled voice: "I said, you won't blame me, will you?"

"No." Zhitao said quickly.

Jiang Wenhao groaned, he believed that Zhitao would not lie to him, so he said with confidence: "The gods are taking revenge on the people of Luohua Town."

Master Jiang's face flashed in Zhitao's mind, and his crazy voice seemed to be heard again, Zhitao had difficulty breathing, "How to revenge?"

Jiang Wenhao's voice overlapped with Mrs. Jiang's, and he said with a smile, "God said to let the worms eat them all, first the eyes, then the hands and feet, and finally the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and other internal organs."

"—all of them," Jiang Wenhao smiled, showing his fangs, and then closing them again, "Eat them."

That crisp voice made Zhitao think of a beast with sharp teeth, and from a beast to a bloody corpse.

This association made Zhitao feel cold all over his body, and he looked at him with wide eyes, the malice in Jiang Wenhao's body oppressed the person in front of him unreasonably, Zhitao's face was pale and bloodless.

Jiang Wenhao saw that his appearance had changed back to a well-behaved one, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

He opened his innocent eyes, as if saying that he didn't do it on purpose. After finding out that Zhitao didn't talk to him, Jiang Wenhao showed undisguised disappointment.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He muttered aggrievedly, walking towards Zhitao.

Zhitao was so frightened that she backed away, there was no place to hide in the temple, but fortunately Jiang Wenhao didn't really come up to catch him, but just stood at a distance.

In the silence, Jiang Wenhao said suddenly: "Don't hate me."

He said with a desolate expression: "Obviously you have promised not to hate me, so are you going to lie?"

Of course Zhitao was lying, but in this situation, she still chose to shake her head obediently instead of trying to provoke him. Jiang Wenhao squinted his eyes and smiled, then sat on the red cushion in front of the statue.

Zhitao carefully kept a distance from him, neither too close nor too far away, Jiang Wenhao looked up at the statue, and said thoughtfully, "Do you want to know how he died?"

Hearing this, Zhitao didn't turn her head around, "Who are you talking about?"

Jiang Wenhao propped his head and smiled, and he also asked, "Which brother of mine is dead of mine that you want to know?"

Zhitao came to his senses, he subconsciously reached for the ring, he pinched the hard ring and said, "The one I know."

After finishing speaking, Zhitao asked in confusion, "Is he really dead?"

The Jiang Wenhao who lost his memory is really not him?

Or is it really the same as the person in front of me said, just a false dream?

"Hmm..." Jiang Wenhao looked up at his head and thought about something, "Actually, he couldn't live past the age of 15, but he lived so long because of you."

Jiang Wenhao blinked in Zhitao's direction, and said in an unclear tone: "You are equivalent to helping him bear part of the suffering."

His gaze was wrapped around Zhitao's abdomen, and Zhitao pressed her stomach, a guess was about to come out: "He has something to do with that flower? No."

Zhitao swallowed the words again, remembering the story of the twins, and asked hesitantly, "Which flower is he?"

If he ate the flowers, wouldn't he be eating Jiang Wenhao?Zhitao frowned, standing there thinking hard.

Jiang Wenhao hummed for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, and finally said: "You can also say that, but it is more appropriate to describe it with power. That flower is his power."

"It's too far away." Jiang Wenhao pressed the cushion and said casually: "He was eaten by me."

Zhitao froze in place, still thinking about the story of the twins in her head, and asked in disbelief for a moment: "Why? Aren't you his brother?"

Jiang Wenhao blinked, and his four pupils gurgled. Instead of answering Zhitao's question, he asked, "Did you find out that I am a god?"

He was so obvious, and Zhitao is not a fool, so of course he could find out, Zhitao asked full of doubts: "Why did you do this?"

"Because I didn't know he was my younger brother," Shenming said confidently, "He doesn't smell like flowers, and he wears a patriarchal ring, so I naturally thought he was the patriarch of the Jiang family."

"And I'm just taking revenge on the Patriarch," he said finally.

This is exactly what Zhitao thought. Jiang Wenhao was indeed sent to the God of Cookery as a scapegoat by the Jiang family, but this made him even more unwilling. He couldn't help thinking: If he went out to look for Jiang Wenhao that night, maybe It wouldn't have happened.

This kind of juvenile peach who was unwilling to be tortured was exhausted, and he suddenly understood why Jiang Wenhao blamed himself so much and regretted not going out to pick him up.

They all feel that they have killed their lover.

But what the god said next caught him off guard. The god smiled and said, "But I know something interesting."

"When the Jiang family and the Sang family were arguing over who to send to the God of Cookery, Father Jiang suggested sending him."

Zhitao was stunned, she didn't expect Father Jiang, who had always been an invisible person, to be involved in this matter, the god stroked the cushion under her body, and continued: "Because."

"As long as he does this, Grandpa Jiang will promise him the Jiang family." He tilted his head and said proudly: "But I finally asked him to give you the Jiang family."

What he said seemed to give Zhitao a toy instead of a huge family.

Jiang's father was indeed very concerned about the Jiang family's affairs, and Zhitao suddenly felt that he had failed. He had been investigating the cause of Jiang Wenhao's death, but he hadn't found out all the clues around him.

After he finished speaking, the temple became quiet again, only the sound of the red mat rubbing against the ground could be heard, as if something was hitting the red mat, Zhitao was restless and didn't notice the movement.

He thought and thought, and finally asked in the direction of the god: "Is the previous thing a dream?"

Why does the smashed idol still exist?What happened to Jiang Wenhao who lost his memory?And broken streets...

bump.

Zhitao stared in amazement at the white petals protruding from the red mat. It was much larger than Zhitao remembered, about the size of a basketball, and a familiar face appeared from among the layers of petals. He said silently in the direction: "Wake up quickly——"

The red mat was topped by flowers higher and higher, and long green leaves protruded from below. The god stood high on the red mat, watching everything in chaos with an expressionless face.

Are you still in a dream?

"Huh—" Zhitao woke up again.

It was still a familiar room, but it was much older. He got out of bed vigilantly, walked quickly to the brown wooden door, stood in front of the door and hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

Accompanied by the old creaking sound, things outside come into view. Under the scorching sun, the insect eggs that were originally as small as dust have already hatched, and the four-eyed insects are flying in the air. The sound is like a piece of ice, Penetrates into the human bone.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw dense worms, and Zhitao froze, but fortunately, the worms ignored him and just flew aimlessly in the air.

They sometimes land on the wood, and as soon as they land, their mouths will not stop eating, just like locusts eating crops.

Zhitao swallowed his saliva, and walked out through the black swarm of insects. The road was extremely quiet, except for the movement of the insects, there was nothing else, and he saw nothing at the same time.

Didn't see anyone, didn't see anything.

But this is not a good thing, Zhitao can't help but think, those people will be eaten, right?

The more he walked, the more panicked he became, and he didn't even notice that his hand was pinched green. He walked to a familiar road. Strictly speaking, he only walked four times on this road leading to the temple. This is the fifth time.

But he felt very familiar, as if he had walked many times.

This temple is the same as Zhitao remembers, the statue was destroyed, the door was also damaged due to the crowd at that time, the eyeballs and the like had long since disappeared, only a hammer was placed on the table.

Zhitao stood there holding the door frame, staring at all this, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, but he couldn't say what was strange.

Suddenly, he remembered.

"We searched for it immediately, but we didn't find the hammer."

Officer Hu said they did not find the hammer.

Zhitao leaned her head against the door frame, only to find it difficult to breathe, should she trust the words in her memory, or should she trust her own eyes?

Or maybe it was just being put back again, Zhitao comforted herself so much, but she couldn't help walking towards the table, and finally picked up the hammer.

There is no movement around, nothing like the temple before.

One corner of the statue was smashed by Zhitao, and the head was empty. Zhitao couldn't find the familiar green ring inside. He stared blankly at the flower that the god was holding.

Zhitao touched the hand that the god was quietly holding on to Hua, and then slammed it down. The sound of breaking sounded one after another, echoing in the temple.

"...I heard movement here!"

Zhitao's hammer hit the table, and the stone flower in the statue also shattered on the table. He turned his head and looked at the door, where a stranger appeared.

The stranger was wearing thick white clothes, with a huge black mask on his face, and a strange circular device in front of him. When he saw Zhitao, he shouted excitedly: "Survivors have been found!"

"We have been searching for more than ten days. Why did a survivor suddenly appear? Is there any problem?" A familiar figure appeared behind the stranger.

Zhitao stopped breathing.

"Then don't care? Boss Jiang?" The stranger asked bitterly, rubbing his head.

Jiang Wenhao and Zhitao looked at each other, then looked away, coughed deliberately and said: "Of course we have to take care of it, we are specially here to deal with this matter, and it's such an old town, it's not good for him to live alone Bar."

Stranger Million: ... Boss, that's not what you said just now.

The author has something to say:

*It's finally finished!

This is the first novel I have finished writing, I am really super happy! (sprinkle flowers)

Another thing is: I am very grateful to all the little angels for their support. I seriously like every comment! (Like the madman is me)

If it weren't for everyone's support, I might not be able to write such a long story, so I really appreciate it. . . . . , the big orange is the most important, 7, o(≧▽≦)o, Atractylodes, Xianjiu, Miss Rabbit and other little angels. (owo)

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