The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Roars and roars exploded from all directions, and the loud noise made some old people unsteady and fell to the ground. Ning Xingruan staggered and was embraced by the people around him.

The yellowed old paper suddenly ignited a blue flame. From the place where Ning Xingruan pressed his fingerprint, the flame fluttered and quickly spread to the entire paper.

Strangely, the paper was engulfed by the flames, but it did not turn into ashes. It shrank slowly, then fell apart, and floated into the air in the heat of the flames, and it took a long time before it gradually dissipated.

Ning Xingruan felt as if he heard screams coming from the paper, as if there was life, the paper was burned to ashes, and the screams that gave him a headache disappeared.

"what is this?"

He is confused.

The slender man pointed his finger between his brows, and the breath from his deep chuckle sprayed in his ears. The man behind said: "This is a contract, it's done, and your bond with it will not count."

Pointing to the black tablet on the altar, the words "Mountain God" on it seemed to be slowly distorting. Ning Xingruan watched them like melting red candles, making a paste and slowly dripping down the tablet.

The old people who fell on the ground also saw this scene. They screamed like crazy, rolled on the ground with hands and feet, and crawled towards the altar.

Ning Xingruan was taken aback, and quickly stepped aside, only to see Fourth Grandpa reaching out to hold the tablet, trembling to wipe back the red paint that flowed down, his expression was flustered, and his cloudy eyes were full of despair.

However, the handwriting had disappeared, and no matter how hard he tried, the paint still couldn't return to its original position.

Suddenly, he turned his head and stared at Ning Xingruan fiercely, his red eyes were full of hatred that he wanted to eat Ning Xingruan's flesh and drink his blood.

"It's you, you angered Lord Mountain God and want to kill you, kill you!"

"Dedicate your flesh and blood to the Lord Mountain God, and he will forgive us. Don't let him go, don't let him go!"

Ning Xingruan was startled, he knew that Fourth Master Ning was serious about killing him.

Coolness rose from the bottom of his heart, he was frightened, the originally kind elder was now looking like a madman trying to kill him, he was a living person, not a small poultry or animal, but on the face of Fourth Master Ning, he only saw He saw calmness and indifference, without the slightest ferocity and fear of murder.

The rest of the old people who were still in shock were awakened by his heart-piercing shouts, and all their eyes fell on Ning Xingruan. Their expressions were indifferent and numb, as if they were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without any emotion.

"This is the last resort."

"Yes, that's all there is to it."

"But, over there in Pingyang..."

"The mountain god will bless us."

The fourth grandfather got up tremblingly, and came to a conclusion.

Everyone surrounded Ning Xingruan, including the old Taoist priest.

Thunder exploded outside, and the roar from time to time turned into howls. There was a dull snapping sound from the beam on the top. When everyone looked up, the beam seemed to be split, and it was split in two vertically from the middle. .

Under the neat incision, thick black mist sprayed out, and the entire temple was instantly enveloped in black mist.The ground shook, the beams fell, the crunching of the pillars crooked, the wall cracked and then collapsed, mixed with the screams of injured people calling for help.

"Let's go." The person behind let go of him, "The temple is about to collapse."

Ning Xingruan didn't know how it became like this, the instinct to survive made him quickly run towards the doorway in his memory.Someone wailed and called his name, but Ning Xingruan didn't look back.

The ground was shaking, and bricks, tiles and logs fell from time to time. He stumbled and walked to the door unimpeded. A faint light entered his line of sight through the black mist.

Ning Xingruan's heart moved, and he quickly ran towards the direction of the light, but at this moment, the beam finally broke completely and fell down.

Ning Xingruan's smile froze from the whistling sound of the huge object coming towards him. He rushed forward in a panic, the glaring light hit his face mask, bright red rushed into his eyes, and he jumped into a ball of sandalwood .

With a loud noise, the mountain temple behind it collapsed, raising dust.

Being firmly caught, Ning Xingruan hugged the waist of the person in front of him tightly with both hands, his heart was beating thumpingly, he gasped heavily, and the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe made his eyes warm.

The black mist gathered, and Ning Xingruan saw that they were all rushing in one direction, and a creepy ghost scream came from behind, and he looked back.

In the faint light of a few gabion lamps outside the temple, the black mist churned and condensed into a huge face. Its expression was distorted and painful, its two empty eye sockets were facing this way, and its big mouth roared silently. gushes out.

Several similarly distorted faces emerged from its eye sockets, screaming and cursing, weeping and begging for mercy and cursing.

It's Fourth Master Ning and the others!

Ning Xingruan let out a cry of fright, immediately shrank and turned her head, lowered her head and slid into the arms of the person who was holding him, wishing to get into his clothes like a frightened rabbit.

This is the scariest thing he has seen so far.

A person's head stretched out its neck, and the skin on the distorted face peeled off, exposing the bloody flesh, and it seemed that the beating texture on it could still be seen clearly.The eyeballs fell out and drooped below their sockets. They struggled, and there was only a bloody hole in their mouths, but they could still make sounds.

The strong visual impact made Ning Xingruan more frightened than the previous experience of running into evil. He was hugged in his arms and gently patted on the back to comfort him. blurred.

In a haze, he heard the person hugging him talking, the deep voice seemed to have magic power, the piercing screams were suppressed, and the temperature that made him shiver was slowly rising.

After the last roar that almost shook the ground, everything around fell into silence.

The breeze caressed, and the sound of insects and birds that hadn't appeared for a long time came to his ears. Ning Xingruan realized that he was hugged in the air, and he fell into a deep sleep in the gentle sandalwood...

-

In the dim candlelight, Ning Xingruan opened his eyes.

In the room, the doors and windows were decorated with bright red silk, pieces of red gauze covered the walls, a pair of red candles were quietly burning, and in the dancing candlelight, he saw Mr. Yu's face.

He was sitting at the table, which was covered with a red tablecloth, with a wine jug and two wine glasses on it.

Mr. Yu was sitting opposite, wearing a bright red robe, changed from his usual coldness, with soft eyebrows and gentle eyes.

Is this a dream?Ning Xingruan looked down at himself. The robe was as bright red as Mr. Yu's, even with the same embroidered patterns.

Ning Xingruan closed his eyes, frowned and shook his head, then opened his eyes again, in front of him was Mr. Yu who was still looking at him gently.

Married to Mr. Yu in the dream?

He couldn't help but laugh, every time he had a dream in the past, the dream was a little too much, and it was the first time he sat face to face with Mr. Yu so neatly.

only……

This room, which looks like the wedding house in the TV series, is still a very unscrupulous dream.

He looked at Mr. Yu with some embarrassment, and suddenly boldly reached out to touch Mr. Yu's fingertips, and quickly retracted after only a touch.

It's cold. In my memory, are Mr. Yu's hands cold?He was a little puzzled.

Mr. Yu picked up the jug, poured the clear wine into the cup, the mellow wine smell quickly released, mixed with a special fragrance, Ning Xingruan just smelled it, and felt a little over the top,

"Drink, go to rest after drinking." Mr. Yu pushed the wine glass in front of him.

Ning Xingruan's eyes were glued to his fingertips, and when he heard his words, he looked away, feeling something was wrong, and subconsciously refused, "I...I don't know how to drink."

Mr. Yu got up and walked to him, squatted down and lightly picked up the wine glass with his fingers, and coaxed softly: "Hey, you're frightened, drink some wine to calm down the fright, or you'll get sick."

Sandalwood lingered on the nose, Ning Xingruan was confused for a moment, and a very terrifying picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

Countless bloody human heads rushed towards him, and exploded instantly when they rushed to him.

The red sleeve covered his face, covering the blasted heads for him.

The mountain temple seems to have collapsed. He...he was rescued by someone. Is that person Mr. Yu...?

He lowered his head and looked at the man squatting beside him, his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

I don't know if I was scared by the picture in my mind, or because of other reasons.

He remembered, the mountain temple collapsed, he escaped from the temple, he threw himself into Mr. Yu's arms, and Mr. Yu caught him wearing this bright red robe.

"Why are you there? Over there at the mountain temple..." His voice was hoarse.

Mr. Yu said softly: "It's okay, drink some wine and sleep, wake up tomorrow, everything will have a good result."

Yes, it was just a dream, and when I woke up, everything returned to normal.

Ning Xingruan felt that there was something in his memory that frightened him about to come out, like a beast that devours people, once it breaks through the shackles, it will devour him.

He was a little scared, hurriedly took the wine glass in Mr. Yu's hand, and drank it down.

Ning Xingruan blushed instantly as the hot wine entered his throat.The smell of wine permeated the mouth, faintly suppressing another strange taste, Ning Xingruan smacked it twice, but couldn't taste that taste from the strong smell of wine.

The alcohol quickly came to his head, his head was a little dizzy, all the messy things in his mind disappeared, his body was light, and he felt a little drowsy.

Mr. Yu got up, Ning Xingruan didn't know what was going on, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Yu leaned slightly closer.

Ning Xingruan looked at the beautiful face in front of him, his throat moved twice, and suddenly thought of an excuse, he said weakly: "I, I'm afraid."

Seems to be half drunk.

Drunk eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, lips moist, slightly drunk with alcohol, he sniffled lightly, sneezed, and pulled Mr. Yu's sleeve relentlessly.

Ning Xingruan didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt as if something important was missing in his body, he felt empty and uncomfortable, the cold wind from all directions seemed to be blowing into his body, it was so cold.

The coldness slowly crawled along the skin exposed in the air, penetrated into the skin, and penetrated into the flesh. He shivered, and the biting cold made him hum softly twice.

Putting his hand on Mr. Yu's wrist, the feeling suddenly eased, as if what he lacked was on Mr. Yu's body.

While drunk, he boldly put his other hand on Mr. Yu's hand, still not satisfied, he simply put his hot cheek on the back of Mr. Yu's hand.

It was strange, he was obviously very cold, but the coldness on his body slowly receded as he pressed against Mr. Yu's cool hand.

"What are you doing?" asked a low, hoarse voice.

Ning Xingruan raised his eyes slightly, his face was still on the back of his hand, he whimpered like a kitten, after thinking for a while he frowned and said, "Cold~"

As he spoke, he rubbed the back of Mr. Yu's hand.

With a low chuckle, Ning Xingruan was pulled to stand up, his head was dizzy, his feet were limp, he fell forward naturally, and fell into the arms of the person in front of him.

The warmth against his face made him boldly grasp the belt around his waist, his cool hair fell on his cheeks, and slid along his cheeks into the neckline.

Ning Xingruan let go of one hand, stretched it to the neck, gently grabbed the lock of hair, put it under the tip of his nose and smelled it, and muttered: "It smells so good, you, have you put on perfume?"

"No. You're drunk."

"Drunk?" Ning Xingruan raised his head in a daze, and saw two faces of Mr. Yu in front of him, both...beautiful, but so scary!

He whimpered twice, struggling to get out of Mr. Yu's arms.

But the arms around his waist were too strong, and he couldn't struggle.

He walked to the altar with his arms around the waist, the red candle was already half burned, and the candle tears were piled up on the candlestick, layer after layer.

Staggering, Ning Xingruan turned to a piece of paper on the table with his chin pinched.

The red and black characters crawled all over the paper like ants. Ning Xingruan's eyes were hazy, and he tried to open his eyes to look carefully, but he still could only see groups of small ants.

Ning Xingruan looked back at Mr. Yu, and asked for help pitifully: "I don't understand~"

Then he saw Mr. Yu looking at him with pity: "You are sick, let me treat you, okay?"

"...What disease? I'm not sick!" Ning Xingruan retorted.

"It's a serious illness, and you can only get better if you stay with me."

Mr. Yu lowered his head, there was only an inch of distance between the tip of their noses, the warm and cool breath sprinkled on their faces, Ning Xingruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, suddenly feeling sleepy.

He muttered: "Is it so serious? What should I do? I, I'm going to school. I haven't answered yet... I have to go to work and earn money..."

He rested his forehead on Mr. Yu's shoulder, rubbing it lightly, and the clothes on his shoulders were creased by him.

"Then what should we do? It's dangerous to go out, many people want to eat you, are you afraid?"

She coaxed softly, but Ning Xingruan laughed: "I, I'm not afraid! I want to go back, go to school, and never come back... This place is too scary..."

The crystal tears fell as soon as they fell, he cried pitifully, hiccupped with red eyes, and leaned softly against the man, the hand on his waist was loosened, his body slid down, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch him man's neck.

He cried more and more sadly, his eyes were dim with tears, and he looked at the man with accusations, his mouth curled up full of grievance.

"Do you want to eat me too!" he said loudly.

The edges of the man's pupils were faintly blood-red. He clicked his tongue, pinched Ning Xingruan's chin, leaned over and gently kissed away his tears, from the end of his eyes to his cheeks, and then to his chin.

The small chin was bitten hard, and Ning Xingruan pouted again in pain.

"I just want to eat you. It's so delicious. If you run away, you won't be able to find it again."

"Well, if you are willing to let me eat, I will treat you well."

Ning Xingruan groaned twice, lowered his head sobbing, something was going on in his chaotic head, the arm hooking the man's neck suddenly exerted force, he wobbled and stood upright, stretching his neck on his feet, as if To whisper.

However, the drunk man couldn't use his strength, and could barely cling to the man's shoulder and neck, his body swayed, and his face rubbed against the man's side neck a few times.

"Mr. Yu, please don't eat me, I...I can paint, earn money, and dance. I, I can also sing, don't eat me..." He sniffed, unable to hear Mr. Yu's answer, He became more and more sad and frightened, and finally stretched out a hand tremblingly to the man's mouth.

"Then, just, just take a bite, okay?"

He choked up, blinked his eyes, and the teardrops were pattering down, very pitiful.

The scarlet sleeves slipped off, revealing her fair and delicate forearms, which lay beside her mouth, looking very delicious.

The man looked deeply at the pleading young man, and bit down unceremoniously.

"Woo..." Ning Xingruan shrunk her neck, buried her head on Mr. Yu's shoulder, and bit the clothes on his shoulder indiscriminately, preparing to be bitten off.

However, the expected pain did not appear, the soft and cold lips were attached to the inside of the arm, a small piece of flesh was gently bitten on the forearm by the teeth, finely ground, a red tooth mark spread from the wrist to the elbow.

Staring blankly at Mr. Yu, Ning Xingruan was confused. Could it be that his meat is not tasty?

Still have to try one bite at a time.

"Make a mark first, save it and eat slowly." Mr. Yu casually squeezed his arm and rubbed it lightly.

Ning Xingruan was overjoyed, and softly said: "Can I stop eating from now on?"

"That depends on your performance." The man found new fun and coaxed him.

Ning Xingruan tried his best to think about how to behave, and finally broke free from his arm, and walked unsteadily to the table.He picked up the jug and poured wine into the glass, with trembling hands, most of the jug was poured on the table.

Ning Xingruan walked over with the wine glass with only the bottom layer left, and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Yu, I'll pour you wine."

Mr. Yu shook his head slightly and said in disapproval, "It's too insincere."

"Then, how can you be sincere?" Ning Xingruan was distressed.

Mr. Yu took the wine glass and put it to his mouth, Ning Xingruan drank the wine into his mouth in a daze, and then put his palm on the back of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head slightly.

After the kiss was over, the taste of wine in his mouth became much weaker, Ning Xingruan covered his mouth and stared at Mr. Yu with wide eyes.

"That's the only way to be sincere."

Ning Xingruan saw the redness in the depths of his eyes, he thought, Mr. Yu was so hungry that his eyes were red, and he didn't eat himself, he is really, really a good person.

"You don't want to sign that paper, and I can't bear to see you suffer, so let's use another treatment method, what do you think?" The man coaxed in a low voice, while Ning Xingruan nodded hurriedly.

It will not be eaten, but it can also cure diseases, a good thing!

He heard Mr. Yu sigh lightly, and said with a snort, "That's really cheap for you, but, sooner or later, the debt will have to be paid back."

"If you pay it back late, I can only charge more interest..."

Being picked up, Ning Xingruan put his arms around Mr. Yu's shoulders in a panic, and asked cautiously, "We, what are we going to do?"

"Sleep, rest well, and then you will have the strength to heal slowly."

On the carved wooden bed in the inner room, the bright red quilt was neatly laid out. Ning Xingruan was thrown on the quilt. The soft quilt was extremely comfortable. I will not be able to open it.

"Take off your clothes." The person beside the bed said coolly.

Ning Xingruan pretended to cry twice, and hummed: "I'm sleepy, I can't get out of it, so leave me alone!"

He heard the man sigh, and then the quilt covering his face was pulled away, the belts of his clothes were untied, and he took off layer by layer. Ning Xingruan was so sleepy that he accepted others' service with peace of mind.

Tucked into the quilt, he rolled to the innermost side with a grunt, and patted the place next to him wrapped in the quilt: "Blow on the lamp quickly, I want to sleep."

After a moment of silence, with a chuckle, the room darkened instantly.

After a few noises from the side, he realized that someone was lying down, so he muttered a few words, turned over and lay down on his stomach to sleep.

However, in the next second, his arm reached into the bed and fished him out of his bed.

Ning Xingruan was bullied for a long time before she cried and fell asleep with sore hands and legs, sobbing and sobbing.

……

The harsh light shone on his eyelids, Ning Xingruan turned over uncomfortably, and the smell of warm fragrance entered his nostrils, and he froze slowly.

Slowing down as much as possible, he turned over carefully and carefully, and saw a person lying beside him.

The long hair was scattered beside the pillow, half of the exquisite side face was bathed in the sun, and half was hidden in the shadows, and the eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under the eyes. Although it was out of season, Ning Xingruan was still stunned for a moment when watching this scene.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ning Xingruan's heart trembled accordingly. He quickly closed his eyes, but after hearing the sound of fabric being rubbed, he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you still want to sleep?"

Ning Xingruan opened her eyes, her face froze in embarrassment, she no longer knew what expression to make.

"Mr. Yu, how could I, I sleep here." The two were silent for a long while, before Ning Xingruan grinned at the corner of the quilt.

Mr. Yu was slightly surprised: "You don't remember?"

Ning Xingruan let out an ah, and got up abruptly, but the quilt slipped off, and his upper body was exposed in the air without any cover.Quickly pulled up the quilt, his embarrassment had changed to panic.

"I remember, I remembered... The mountain temple collapsed, they all died, turned into grimaces, and the black mist..."

He lowered his head and shivered, and was suddenly hugged into his arms with the quilt attached, and one hand gently patted his back through the quilt.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. The temple hasn't collapsed, and everyone is fine. Don't scare yourself."

Ning Xingruan slowly calmed down with gentle comfort, he huddled under the quilt and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yu, what's going on, why am I at your house? Shouldn't I be in the temple?"

Memories are scattered fragments that cannot be connected at all. It's like he had a big dream, and he just woke up from it now.

Mr. Yu comforted him softly, and then slowly explained the ins and outs.

"...They went there in the middle of the night, and there was a lot of commotion. No one dared to go up and look. When I went, everyone was unconscious."

"The village is in a mess. After I told your uncle, I will bring you here to recuperate for a few days."

The village has already reported to the police. According to the investigation, it is very likely that the smell emitted by certain plants played a role, or there may be problems with the water source or some food sources in the village, leading to large-scale hallucinations.

In short, everything is based on science, not feudal superstition.

After hearing these words, Ning Xingruan didn't know whether to believe it or not. He was very confused for a moment, and he murmured: "Is it actually a dream?"

When he came back to his senses, he saw himself being tightly hugged by Mr. Yu, his face turned red immediately, he struggled a little embarrassedly, Mr. Yu immediately let go of his hand with a chuckle.

"My clothes..." He lowered his head shyly, but unexpectedly saw a row of clear tooth marks on his arm, "This, what is this?!"

Mr. Yu coughed lightly, as if to take care of his emotions, and said vaguely: "You were frightened and restless yesterday, so I gave you some medicinal wine. It may be because you have a low capacity for alcohol. After drinking, you are a little, a little lively."

Ning Xingruan's heart beat violently, and said weakly, "I, I didn't do anything excessive, did I?"

Mr. Yu showed hesitation, hesitation appeared on his face.

Ning Xingruan had a bad feeling.

"You probably like being close to people, so..."

The image of rubbing against Mr. Yu's neck flashed in my mind.

Ning Xingruan covered her face.

"You said you were very fragrant, so you raised your arm to let me...then try it yourself." This is to explain the tooth marks on his arm.

The image of raising his arms and crying for Mr. Yu to take a bite emerged.

Ning Xingruan bit the corner of the quilt.

"...and then fell asleep."

Oh, he lay on the bed and asked Mr. Yu to help him undress.

Ning Xingruan was already like a cooked shrimp, red from head to toe, curled up with shameful toes, wishing to explode on the spot.

Pulling the quilt to bury himself completely, he bowed his body and pulled the edges of the quilt tightly.

"...I'm sorry, please leave me alone." Ning Xingruan had nothing to love.

After being patted twice through the quilt, Mr. Yu comforted him: "It's normal to lose your temper when drunk, don't take it to heart."

Ning Xingruan bit her nails, wanting to say that it is true that you should not take it to heart.

Turned over and got out of bed, put on clothes, and then the sound of footsteps gradually moved towards the door, the door opened and closed, and Mr. Yu went out.

Ning Xingruan poked her head out quietly, and spread her eyes on the bed like a salted fish.

In the dream, he was very disrespectful to Mr. Yu, and when he got drunk, the tragedy happened in reality.

With a wail, he pulled his hair, not knowing what to do.

Using force with his hands, his scalp was painfully pulled, he hissed lightly, and rubbed it quickly.

Suddenly, another scene emerged from memory, Mr. Yu fed him a glass of wine, then kissed him, and gave that glass of wine to...

Shame's face was almost on fire, he tapped his forehead, and he didn't forget to dream when he was drunk... Could it be that he insisted on feeding Mr. Yu himself after drinking?

Best just a dream.

However, no matter how embarrassing he was to panic, that scene was clearly and deeply imprinted in his memory as if it had really happened.Ning Xingruan restrained himself not to think about it, Mr. Yu would definitely not do that kind of thing, he had a criminal record before, so if he wanted to do it, he would do it himself.

It's just that I can't get rid of that strange feeling in my heart.

During the meal, Mr. Yu was as calm as ever, nothing unusual, but Ning Xingruan kept his head down throughout the meal, and the temperature in his face and ears never disappeared.

After the meal, Mr. Yu said: "You will stay here with me for the next few days, and then go down the mountain after the mountain is finished."

Ning Xingruan wanted to ask the sacrificial village how to deal with it, but almost all the elders in the village who presided over the sacrificial ceremony went up the mountain last night.

However, is Qingxuan's special physique true or false?If those so-called collisions are all hallucinations caused by the water source or other problems in the village as Mr. Yu said, then how can the wooden box left by grandma be explained.

Could it be that their village has been affected since a long time ago?

Maybe……

He was still a little nervous, so he asked Mr. Yu if he could contact his uncle. He still wanted to ask Qingxuan.

Uncle Liu brought him a new mobile phone, and Ning Xingruan suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have seen such tools as mobile phones and computers around Mr. Yu or Uncle Liu.

Maybe Qingxiu doesn't need these?

He remembered his uncle's number, and after he dialed, there was a lot of noise over there, and his uncle answered, before he could speak, he said, "The village is a bit chaotic, you should rest on the mountain for two days, don't go down the mountain, you know?"

Then the phone was hung up.

Ning Xingruan silently put the phone on the table, guessing that maybe when he went back, the villagers in the village would blame him for all the unforeseen events, so his uncle asked Mr. Yu to take him directly up the mountain.

At that time, other things must have happened in the mountain temple, but the police intervened. Is it okay for him, a person who witnessed it, not to come forward?

However, if everyone in the village deliberately concealed his existence, there would be no problem.

All kinds of speculations and thoughts were chaotic, not only did he not relax, but he felt more and more weird.

He lived on the mountain.

Mr. Yu didn't take his negligent actions that night seriously, but Ning Xingruan didn't know if it was his own illusion, he seemed to be a little closer to him.

Every time Mr. Yu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, it always made him a little more cranky.

He didn't know what happened that night, but in his memory, it was the moment when he rushed out of the mountain temple and was picked up by Mr. Yu in his arms.

Ning Xingruan couldn't be sure, and he didn't dare to admit it, but he certainly couldn't deny that, maybe it was the legendary suspension bridge effect, the emotions left at that moment still haven't completely dissipated.

"Eyes." Ning Xingruan was holding a brush in a daze, when a reminder came from the side, some cold fingertips touched the corners of his eyes, and then Mr. Yu's face approached, staring at the corners of his eyes seriously, with the wet towel in his hand Wipe lightly.

Ning Xingruan's heart skipped a few beats, and she lowered her head a little guilty, hiding her hot face.

Is this a normal social distance between friends?

"Raise your head." With two fingers supporting his chin, he was forced to raise his head, and the corners of his eyes were gently rubbed twice.Ning Xingruan lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Mr. Yu, the two of them got very close, his hand that had nowhere to rest was swept by Mr. Yu's hair, itching all the way to his heart.

"All right."

He lowered his head, the chin and the end of the eyes seemed to still have the feeling of being touched, he drank a cup of tea in frustration, and began to silently write scriptures.

Such embarrassing moments often happen, and Mr. Yu doesn't seem to realize it. Maybe he regards such actions as a normal way of getting along with friends?

Maybe it's because I've been on this mountain for a long time and I don't interact with people often, so it's normal to get close to myself.

After staying here for two days, Ning Pingyang called him and briefly explained the things in the village. Those Taoist priests were fined a sum of money and all went back. Followed back.

Ning Xingruan felt a little empty in his heart, and suddenly felt like he was walking on a cliff wire, and there was nothing under his feet, like an abyss.

The Taoist priests are gone, and so is Qingxuan. If there is a problem again, who should he turn to?

Qiang pulled himself together, he comforted himself, being fined meant that they were all fake, and what they said was also fake.The so-called ghost hitting the wall may be due to eating something that shouldn't be eaten, or being affected by the weird atmosphere in the village.

In addition, Qingxuan fanned the flames and believed it subconsciously, so he encountered all kinds of strange things.

...it must be so.

It's just that he wanted to lie to himself, but he couldn't.

Maybe we have to wait until we get back to school, if everything goes as usual, he will never come back.

The thought came to him, he tilted his head, his eyes fell on Mr. Yu, and his heart choked.

What's next... Let's talk about it later.

After all, I want to go back.

Ning Xingruan also finally met the aunt who has been cooking for them. She is a very shy and introverted woman. She keeps her head down and doesn't say a word. She only saw her once and never showed her face again.

They often stayed in the yard and in the study, Ning Xingruan never had nightmares again, and stayed here very comfortably.

"You can stay and live here." When Ning Xingruan was feeling emotional, Mr. Yu suggested very casually.

Ning Xingruan was stunned, and then said slowly: "That's not okay, I have to go back and defend myself, after graduation I will work and earn money, so what's the point of staying here all the time."

Mr. Yu looked at him with a faint smile on his lips: "Whether you can stay or not is not the same thing as whether you want to stay or not. Maybe, I can go out too."

Ning Xingruan's heart skipped a beat. He heard Mr. Yu's words, but felt that it was an illusion born of his impure thoughts.

Too many things happened here, which seriously interfered with his emotional judgment. Mr. Yu saved him again and again, and he was right to be grateful. Maybe after a long time after leaving, the strange emotions that should not exist have subsided .

When eating, Mr. Yu still took chopsticks to pick up vegetables for him. Ning Xingruan found that Mr. Yu ate very little, and he only drank half a bowl of soup every time. Aunt Lin would stew medicinal food for him separately for three meals.

His bony hands stretched out, and the ebony chopsticks were held by his white hands, which was very eye-catching.

Ning Xingruan was embarrassed to look at him, so her eyes fell on his hand, but...

what did he see.

On the white jade-like back of the hand, dense bloodshots suddenly appeared for a moment...not bloodshots, but densely packed wounds, as if cut out with a knife, rolled up, revealing a little flesh and blood.

His heart was beating wildly, and he stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and looking over, Mr. Yu had already put the vegetables into his bowl, with his hands hanging down his black sleeves.