The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

The black mist churned and gathered, Ning Xingruan walked in the mist, the cool mist touched the skin, making him tremble as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow.

White lanterns were hanging in front of them not too far away, screaming intermittently, Ning Xingruan turned on the flashlight and chased them out, ran across a street, suddenly dense white lanterns appeared in front of him, and the person carrying the lantern could not be seen in the fog People can only see pale lights floating slowly.

Among them, only the lamp that Ning Pingyang was carrying was still moving outward quickly.

His hands and feet were so cold that he lost his senses, his heart was beating wildly, and the suffocation feeling under extreme fear made his eyes black for bursts.Holding on to his courage, he walked forward into these white lantern roads.

The white light was floating in the dark room, and it was still dark to see the road. The faint light from the mobile phone in Ning Xingruan's hand could only illuminate a distance of one or two meters ahead. He walked into this street and passed a When I was looking at the white lantern, I finally saw the person carrying the lantern.

Wearing a dark blue Chinese-style gown, with a pattern of longevity printed on the back of the chest, his expression is hollow, his movements are slow like marionettes, like pieces of paper, circling aimlessly.

With just one glance at Ning Xingruan, he quickly lowered his head, only looking straight at the road under his feet, not daring to let his eyes touch these people again.

Numb from fear, there were bursts of sharp tinnitus in his ears, and the surrounding was so silent that only the sound of his own footsteps, step by step, echoed in the black mist.

He didn't dare to make big moves, for fear of alarming "them".

Passing by one lantern after another, Ning Xingruan chose the path to the ancestral hall with his remaining rationality.He couldn't save his uncle, and even if he caught up, he couldn't bring him back.

The sharp pain from the bitten wound on his lips reminded him that this was not a dream. He was very afraid that his uncle would not be rescued, and his anxiety made his breathing tremble, leaving only one thought, to seek help from Daoist Qingxuan.

The moment he turned the corner, all the white lanterns fluttering around suddenly stopped, and then slowly gathered at a slow speed. Ning Xing and Ruan Yuguang saw this strange change, his scalp was numb and his feet were weak, and he couldn't care less Nothing to do, run away.

The surrounding mist is getting thicker and thicker, and you can feel the moist chill on your face.

After running for an unknown amount of time, when he was exhausted, a huge building suddenly appeared in front of him blocking his way.Ning Xingruan slowed down in surprise, and when he got closer, he saw the familiar black door before he suddenly recognized it.

This is the mountain temple.

It was the mountain temple that hadn't been repaired in his memory.Old and blackened walls, dilapidated eaves corners, peeling paint on the pillars at the door, mottled and ugly.

Weeds overgrown in front of the temple, and the stone steps in front of the gate were covered with a thick layer of dust.

Looking at this weird temple, he stepped back again and again.

There was a hoarse creaking sound, the temple door slowly opened a crack, and a cold breath wafted out. Ning Xingruan saw the mist lingering around him, and it seemed to penetrate into his skin.

so cold...

His teeth were chattering, and he couldn't hold himself up and fell to the ground. He saw two white transparent shadows floating out of the temple, with shapeless hands stretched out towards him.

Two hands pinched his arms, directly touching his skin through his clothes, the temperature colder than ice made him feel that his consciousness was frozen.

His body got up uncontrollably, his steps were stiff, and he followed the two shadows to move towards the temple gate.

The thick darkness in the crack of the door is like a huge mouth, waiting to be fed, and the food is Ning Xingruan's flesh and blood.

He thought he would lose consciousness in fear, but the bone-piercing cold kept him conscious.The only thought left in his mind was that there was no way to inform Daoist Qingxuan, so what should uncle do?

With the thought together, his limbs gradually gained strength, and he struggled weakly, but unfortunately he couldn't break free from the shadow's control.

Just as he was about to be dragged through the door, when he was desperate, there was a loud noise in his ears, followed by two screams, the sound exploded, shaking his eardrums to hurt, and a few drops of blood slowly dripped from his nose.

The hand that restrained him on the arm disappeared, and his collapsed body fell to the ground. He was gasping for breath, and the joy of the rest of his life caused tears to flow from the corners of his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the door of the mountain temple slowly closing, and through the crack of the door, he seemed to see the old statue, with a hideous and terrifying expression, and strong malice in its red eyes.

Being supported from behind to get up, he was limp and unable to use any strength, so he could only let himself lean in that person's arms.The cold embrace made him tremble uncontrollably, a hand stretched out from behind, wiped off the blood on his lips, and pinched his cheek.

"Poor little girl, you're too weak." A deep and cold voice sighed.

Ning Xingruan struggled slightly, he wanted to get up, but was restrained and couldn't move, the cold fingers on his cheeks moved slightly, he was forced to lean back, soft things stuck to the end of his eyes, wet and cold licked away the moisture from the corners of his eyes .

With a little force on his face, he was forced to open his mouth, and the cold breath invaded his mouth forcefully. Caught off guard, Ning Xingruan bit his teeth down, the mouth was filled with astringency, and the movement on his lips stopped slightly.

Followed by more impolite gnawing.

The wound on the inner side of the lip was crushed, slowly grinding along the wound, going deeper.

The tip of the tongue was tingling, the smell of blood overflowed, and was swept away again, as if dissatisfied, he touched the wound again and again, causing waves of dull pain.

Ning Xingruan whimpered and couldn't breathe. The lack of oxygen made his eyes gradually glow white. He struggled helplessly, but was forced to endure even more unscrupulous bullying.

Just before fainting, he was finally let go, gasping for breath, with pitiful and confused eyes.

The fingers on the face moved to the lips, rubbing them back and forth, the slight tingling brought Ning Xingruan back to his senses, and he heard the hoarse voice of the person behind him sticking to his ear: "Baby, you don't know how attractive you are, Look at the things in the fog, they all want to pounce on you to eat your flesh and drink your blood, what should I do?"

Ning Xingruan looked into the black mist along his pale and slender fingers. The tumbling black mist gradually condensed into heads with hollow eye sockets. Their remaining finger bones were tearing, squeezing each other, turbulently, and headed in his direction. Surge, but stop before a certain invisible boundary.

He shrank back in fear, but the person behind him let out a joyful laugh, and the voice entered Ning Xingruan's ear lightly and gently with temptation: "That's it, poor boy, the only one you can rely on is me, So how can you repay me?"

The cold lips rubbed lightly on the pinna, kissed the earlobe, and slowly fell on the cheek, which seemed to touch but not touch, causing a burst of itching.

Ning Xingruan sobbed softly through his nasal cavity, his heart was in a mess and his mind was muddled.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

I am obviously a man...why.

He has no choice at all, and he has no ability to resist, so he can only let me fish.

Frightened and wronged, Ning Xingruan couldn't help sobbing, tears falling like broken beads.

"I'm crying now." He sighed behind him, kissed his tears away one by one, and rubbed his face affectionately, "If you don't take the initiative, I will charge interest if I ask for it myself."

His eyes were covered, Ning Xingruan's sobs were blocked in his mouth, his eyelids became heavy, and the pain on his lips gradually faded away...

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"so serious……"

"...It's raining...the medicine is ready..."

The voice of the person beside the ear was buzzing, the head was gently dragged, and a pungent and bitter thing was poured into the mouth.

Ning Xingruan coughed and struggled, the disgusting taste spread in his whole mouth, tears flowed from his stimulated eyes, and his eyes were blurred.

The bowl near his mouth was taken away, and a cup holding clear water was brought over. After gulping a few mouthfuls of warm water, he raised his weak hand and gently wiped his eyes.

His hand hurt for a while before he saw that he had a drip on the back of his hand.

His body was very cold, his headache was heavy, his eyes were sore and uncomfortable, Ning Xingruan reached out to touch his forehead, it was very hot.

"I have a fever..." As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he realized that his throat was very painful and astringent, as if something was blocked.

Ning Pingyang groaned, quickly pressed his hand, carefully checked that there was no missing needle, and then sighed: "You have been burning for a whole day, why are you so sick?"

"Brother Xingruan, lie down properly and don't get up." Ning Xinglei who was standing on the side also said worriedly.

The high fever made Ning Xingruan's reaction a little slow. He was stunned for a while before he remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was still worried that he would not be able to inform the chief. Something must have happened to his uncle, but now it seems that there is nothing wrong with him. Could it be another dream? ?

Because the illness is too serious, the dream becomes more real in the drowsiness?

Since it was a dream, it was all fake. His mind suddenly relaxed, and he felt faintly glad that it was fake... he didn't need to be entangled.

In short, it's good that uncle is fine.

Feeling very uncomfortable, he lay down groggyly, licked his chapped lips, and then froze.

The smell of the medicine left in his mouth was mixed with a faint smell of rust, and there was a faint tingling in his lips and the tip of his tongue. He reached out to touch it, and there was a slight burning sensation on his lips.

Holding on to pick up the phone and turn on the front camera, he saw that his lips were obviously red and swollen, as if he had been kissed hard.

The coolness from the bottom of his heart made his scalp numb, and he felt shivering as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It's all real... It's not a dream, he slowly shrank into a ball, hugging his knees, trembling uncontrollably, buried his head deeply in his arms and dared not lift his head.

"What's the matter? It's hard?" Ning Pingyang pulled out his needled hand, bent down and asked with concern.

Ning Xingruan grabbed his hand and asked eagerly, "Uncle, when did I have a fever? I can't remember."

Ning Pingyang shook his head slightly, with a slightly reproachful look in his eyes: "I don't know, you ran out in the blink of an eye. Daoist Qingxuan said that you fainted on the way to the ancestral hall, and he took you to the ancestral hall again. The trustee sent me a letter."

After speaking, he said earnestly: "The Taoist priest said, you should take good care of your illness first, and he will come to you in person if something happens. The village is not peaceful, and you are easy to provoke those things, so we just stay at home and don't go anywhere."

"Okay..." Ning Xingruan replied in a daze, and lay down on the bed.

Daoist Qingxuan must have rescued him from those things. Tomorrow, he must ask the Taoist priest what is going on.

The black mist in the dream, and the male ghost, I don’t know if the Taoist priest took it away...