Purple Yawu

Lu Fengqian was awakened by a strange sound.

It's really weird to say it's weird, if you have to describe this sound, you can say it's some kind of sphere rolling on the wooden floor, mixed with the sound of extremely sticky water.

Lu Fengqian thought about turning on the light, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyes, but his consciousness was very clear.

Gradually, he felt as if something was pressing from his ankle to his chest, and an unreasonable sense of fear surged, making Lu Fengqian breathless.

He knew that he must be suffering from a nightmare, so he skillfully raised a little finger to let himself slowly regain his mobility.

This trick really worked. Not long after, Lu Fengqian sat up from the bed, got up and turned on the light.

Gululu, Gululu...

The sound continued.

Lu Fengqian glanced at the ceiling. In the drawings of angels and demons, there were no clues or blood.

It's not the ceiling, it's...

Lu Fengqian walked to his bed, squatted down and shone a flashlight on the bottom of the bed.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him.

I go.

Lu Fengqian raised his eyebrows, and reached out to pull the thing out.

It was a bloody head, except for the eyes, the other facial features seemed to have been bitten by some animal, and it was impossible to distinguish.

Lu Fengqian didn't have much trouble, he seemed to have seen this kind of thing many times - he started to think about it while holding his head.

But after studying it for a long time, Lu Fengqian couldn't see anything except that it was a boy's head.

He was a little discouraged, put his head by his feet, and washed his hands covered with sticky blood.

The sound of the water was rushing, and as if to match it, a burst of giggling laughter floated into the room.

Lu Fengqian walked out of the bathroom, and saw that head seemed to be resurrected from the dead, its facial features were distorted, and its mouth was opening and closing, as if it was chewing something.

Gululu, Gululu.

The head rolled again.

For some reason, Lu Fengqian suddenly felt that this head was terribly annoying. He walked to the bed and stepped on the face of that thing with a "slap".

"what!"

There was a scream from the hair, dying, and there was no sound.

Lu Fengqian felt much happier, threw his head at the door, returned to the bed and fell asleep again.

At this moment, He Ming staggered a step, startled by the scene in front of him.

Also a head.

No—how did the promised vacation hotel turn into a midnight haunted house?

He Ming cursed the system silently in his heart, then moved closer to look at the head.

There was blood and nothing but a mouth.

He knelt down to look at it, but unexpectedly the mouth started to squirm, and when he listened carefully, he was actually humming a little foreign tune.

He Ming pressed his temples. If he didn't have tools in hand, he really wanted to dissect this head to see what kind of fish was inside.

He suddenly thought of a person, and went out the door holding that head.

Thus, such a strange scene appeared.

In the middle of the night, a handsome man in white was holding a bloody head against a bird's nest, and knocked on the door of a certain guest.

When Lu Fengqian opened the door, he greeted the other party's ancestors a thousand times in his heart.

"Brother Lu."

He Ming hugged a blood cell, smiling brightly.

Scarier than ghosts.

Lu Fengqian closed the door, and saw He Ming pointing to the head with a shoe print on his face, frowning and asking:

"Yo, you are so fierce."

Lu Fengqian: "I rolled onto my bed just now, I was startled, I accidentally stepped on it."

He Ming poked at that head: "Your one is different from mine."

Lu Fengqian: "What?"

He walked over to compare. He Ming's only had a mouth, and his own had only eyes.

If the eyes and mouth were fused together, it would look... a little familiar.

"It's a little boy."

He Ming spoke first.

Lu Fengqian suddenly realized: "Is he dead?"

"uncertain."

A small conversation sounded, attracting the two people's attention.

He Ming said softly, "Who stays awake in the middle of the night chatting in the corridor?"

Lu Fengqian opened the door and looked out.

He Ming pressed on him and leaned over.

A group of people were talking in the dark corridor, and there was a very familiar young man, Feng Zhuo.

Vaguely, He Ming heard them talking about "Why is the order wrong" and "Escape together".

in what order?

The two were confused.

The next day, when Lu Fengqian woke up, he found that the head had disappeared, and He Ming had left without knowing when.

When he was going out, he happened to see a blond woman sending He Huali to the car. The little guy was reluctant, and he didn't look like a family member anymore, but the woman's face was blue and purple for a while.

A female cleaner in overalls passed by, and Lu Fengqian called out to her.

"Hey, why haven't you seen your young master recently?"

The female cleaner's face was a little red, and she said shyly: "I heard that the young master has returned to his grandmother's house recently, and he will go for six weeks."

Seeing that there was hope, Lu Fengqian asked sharply, "Are the young master and young lady real siblings?"

The female cleaner seemed to be choking, and she stammered and replied, "D-of course it's my dear, why are you asking this?"

Lu Fengqian: "It doesn't look alike, offended."

The other party nodded with a "hmm".

As far as this textbook lying is concerned, Lu Fengqian can already confirm the fact that "the young master and the young lady are not real brothers and sisters" without asking any more questions.

"You bullied my sister again!"

"What are you talking about, we only have you as a baby girl."

"My brother is here."

"Young Master will not be back until six weeks."

What everyone said, reappeared in Lu Fengqian's mind like a horse watching flowers.

Then all this makes sense.