[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

The butler ran away quickly, unable to see the direction ahead.

I regretted it in my heart, he shouldn't have come out.

This kind of unknown fear is the most frightening thing. It seems that there is a knife hanging on the head, which may fall at any time.

The butler's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his steps became slower and slower. Running like this recklessly, instead of turning red at all, his face was as pale as a layer of plaster.

He finally couldn't run in the long corridor, so he had to stop to rest. He didn't realize that his face had started to stiffen, and the wrinkles were solidified on his face like plaster, only the eyeballs were rolling in the wide-open eye sockets.

The butler wanted to cry for help, only to realize in horror that his mouth could not be opened, and the upper and lower lips were tightly sewn together, making it impossible to make a sound.

He lowered his head in astonishment, a sharp dull pain came from his chest, and a white bone penetrated his heart.

The butler fell down with a muffled sound, his eyes staring blankly at the top, and the dim yellow lantern fluttered gently.

The death of the housekeeper ignited the tense atmosphere in the entire Duan Mansion. The servants resigned and left very few. Master Duan spit old blood from his throat, couldn't stand on his feet, and fell to the ground in embarrassment. There were scarlet bloodshots in his eyes. His expression was approaching madness.

The housekeeper had been with him for dozens of years, but now it's gone, the entire Duan Mansion is about to be wiped out.

Master Duan shook his head. He was afraid of death, and even more afraid of the pain of death. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to escape from this terrible place.

Reluctantly got up, pulled his only son, "Quick! Pack up, let's go!"

He stumbled into the room, packed his luggage in a hurry, and put valuable things in the bag indiscriminately.

After his son finished cleaning up, Master Duan pulled someone up and ran away. Thinking of something, he turned around and went to another yard to find the Taoist priest. In order to leave Yecheng safely, it is always useful to bring a Taoist priest.

Master Duan ran too hastily, his head was in a mess. When he finally cleared his mind and came back to his senses, he found that the scenery in front of him was not right. It was not the rockery ponds in his backyard. Everything in front of him turned into nothingness. The sharp pain in the soles of his feet Pass it on.

Master Duan looked down and saw that the soles of his feet were covered with flames. The flames burned brightly and spread upwards, covering his entire calf. He could no longer see the soles of his feet clearly.

Master Duan turned pale with fright, jumped up crazily, and turned his head to look at his son in fear. He was surprised to find that the person he was pulling was not his second son, and that face was also very familiar to him.

With light eyebrows, white robes, and bleeding from the hole in his forehead, it was Duan Hanchuan.

The son he hated and feared.

The scene of Duan Hanchuan's death emerged in Master Duan's mind. The other party was standing in front of him with a pale face. Master Duan's heartbeat stopped suddenly, his eyeballs protruded, and there was a frightening sound in his throat. hands away.

With a distorted face, he said, "You, don't come here! Get lost!"

"You're going to die, why don't you let me go."

"For the sake of raising you, you can let me die."

Master Duan cried and screamed, the flesh on his face trembled, he was extremely embarrassed, he wanted to run away frantically, but he couldn't move his feet.

Tongues of flame wrapped around his chest, drowning his whole body in flames.

His skin was constantly being scorched, making him miserable, and his soul was burned to death.

"Save...save me, I don't want to die."

Master Duan struggled like a trapped animal, with blue veins on his forehead, and was swallowed up in the end.

The servant who came to say goodbye did not find Master Duan. When he went to the backyard, he saw a black skeleton on the road. There was no flesh, only burnt bones.

The servant was shocked, and the whole mansion confirmed it, thinking that this skeleton might be Master Duan.

There was no fire in Duan's mansion, how could Master Duan be burned with only bones.

It's so weird.

Then it cannot be explained by common sense.

A servant went to Bureau J, and soon a JC came to Duan's mansion, and pieced together the bones. In terms of height and shape, he was definitely Master Duan.

As usual in cases, no cause of death could be found.

Everyone has a feeling in their hearts that it was not harmed by others, and of course they can't find the reason.

After news about the Duan Mansion got out, it caused an uproar. The Duan Mansion, which used to be so rich, just disappeared?This is too ruthless, it's scary to say it.

The second young master, who was the only one left in Duan's mansion, hastily buried Master Duan, not even caring about his filial piety. After selling Duan's mansion quickly, he hurriedly left Yecheng.

The second young master left quite smoothly, perhaps because he was the only one who didn't hurt Duan Hanchuan.

Duan's mansion was sold out, and the servants in the mansion had no reason to stay, so they packed their bags and prepared to leave.

Luo Ning tidied up her clothes, Master Duan is gone so soon?

Where will Duan Hanchuan go after taking revenge?

Probably won't go back to Duan Mansion again.

Luo Ning was a little confused. He had been here for so long, and he hadn't even seen Duan Hanchuan's soul. He was unwilling to leave this dream like this, so Luo Ning found a place to stay with his luggage on his shoulders.

He is not short of silver dollars now, so he can easily rent a small yard.

Busily cleaning the house, Luo Ning was so tired that her back hurt and she slept soundly at night.

When the sound of even breathing resounded in the room, there was a slight sound from the crack of the door, and an ethereal figure stood in the room. There was no blood on his body, and a layer of smooth skin covered the bones.

He has a gentle appearance, dark pupils, light lips, with a ray of sickness, making him look even more gentle and weak.

Duan Hanchuan walked to Luo Ning's bed and saw that Luo Ning was sleeping soundly. He placed his slender fingers on Luo Ning's cheeks, and rubbed his fingertips gently, feeling the soft and warm temperature. Luo Ning sucked the opponent's fingertips with her small mouth.

Moist and slightly itchy.

Duan Hanchuan's fingers seemed to be scalded, his eyes were darker, he couldn't feel his own heartbeat.

But now he is very happy, rubbing Luo Ning's lips with his fingers, looking at the full curve of those lips.

Duan Hanchuan lowered his head obsessively, and planted a kiss on Luo Ning's forehead.

He really wanted to have this person.

Duan Hanchuan slowly hugged Luo Ning tightly, and his body and Luo Ning were tightly pressed together without leaving a single gap.

Luo Ning just faintly felt a little cold, frowned slightly, and turned around, just in time to slip into Duan Hanchuan's arms.

Duan Hanchuan took a deep breath comfortably, embracing the warmth in his arms, the stinging pain of the coldness in his bones was relieved a lot.

Luo Ning almost couldn't get up the next day, hissed, her body was so sore as if it had been crushed.

He pinched his shoulders, he just cleaned the room yesterday, how could he be so tired, he's not that delicate.

Luo Ning didn't take this matter to heart, he locked the gate of the yard, and went to Duanfu's old house again.

The place was still gloomy, but at last a little sunshine came through.

This time Luo Ning went again, but the gate of the mansion could not be opened no matter how hard it was pushed, it was tightly locked, and the inside seemed to be completely sealed.

Luo Ning had no choice but to leave the old house, carrying a basket full of scented wax, followed the route he had inquired, and came to the Duan family's ancestral grave, where he found Duan Hanchuan's stele.

There is a photo on the stele. The man on it is gentle and handsome. It is the appearance of Duan Hanchuan when he grows up. His eyebrows and eyes are strange but familiar to Luo Ning.

Luo Ning stared blankly for a long time.

The incense was burning slowly, and a gust of breeze blew slightly, caressing Luo Ning's cheeks, gently and softly, like the gentle caressing of a palm.

Duan Hanchuan was standing behind him, he couldn't see the emotion in Luo Ning's eyes clearly, he just felt that Luo Ning was a little sad.

He wondered why Luo Ning came here to see him, he was sure they didn't know each other.

But it's always good that someone is still thinking about him.

Duan Hanchuan's gaze softened, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Luo Ning's waist, resting his chin on Luo Ning's shoulder, and the two of them pressed tightly against each other.

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The soreness in his body lasted for two days. Luo Ning didn't take it seriously at first, but for a long time, he slept heavily at night, as if his body was pressed by a stone, and when he woke up, he felt very sore.

No matter how dull Luo Ning was, he should have noticed something was wrong. He was in a dream, and he would not get sick. How could his body be abnormal.

Thinking that this is a virtual dream with supernatural elements, the combination of all these situations looks like a bed press.

Luo Ning's face turned pale immediately, and a chill came out of his heart. He looked at the yard, could it be that the yard is not clean?

But it's not right, if there is really something weird, it's impossible for the neighbors in the neighborhood to not reveal a little bit of news.

Looking at the empty room, Luo Ning raised her head cowardly, the beams were clean, and the roof was still shining with bright sunlight.

He couldn't see whether there were ghosts or not.

Because of doubts, tension and fear in his heart, Luo Ning had to turn on the lights when he slept at night. He tossed and turned in bed and could not sleep well. Seeing the light and shadow reflected by the moonlight on the window, he quickly stretched out his hand to close the mosquito net and pulled the quilt Wrap tightly around your body.

He also poked the system to wake up, and asked Xiaoba to pay attention to whether there was anything wrong at night.

Luo Ning was tense, and finally fell asleep late at night. Duan Hanchuan, who had been by his side all the time, showed his figure, lying beside Luo Ning as usual, with his arms shackled around Luo Ning's waist.

Seeing one or two strands of Luo Ning's hair curled up mischievously, a smile flashed in his eyes, and a kiss fell on Luo Ning's ear with his thin lips.

The arms slowly tightened.

He knew that the other party might have found out, but even so, he would not let go.

Duan Hanchuan thought of his empty body, and his hatred for Master Duan deepened. If he is still alive now, he can really own this person.

After Luo Ning woke up, he was still uncomfortable, and then he heard the truth from the system.

His perception was not wrong.

Last night, there was indeed someone pressing down on him, but it wasn't the lonely ghost he imagined, but someone he couldn't find everywhere.

Going around, Duan Hanchuan turned out to be by his side all the time.