RPG Chapter 59: Set fifty-nine
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Setting 59: Supernatural Research Society (12)
"Wow...wow...wow...wow...wow...wow..."
The doll screamed, shrieked like a baby crying, and howling like a night cat, bringing the breath of the people present to chaos.
The whole ancient house seemed to be shaken, and there was a clear "chacking" sound everywhere, but no one cared more, their eyes and attention were all caught by the dolls on the coffee table. Up.
"Wow--wow...wow..."
At this time, the doll is like a living person, crying and pulling a knife that pierced its body. Obviously, it penetrated the body filled with cotton, but the body of the knife was dripping with blood.
The bleeding doll looked at them bitterly, as if looking at a group of dead people.
"Go."
The sound of the host awakened everyone, and the players ran away from the living room.
The doll and its crying were thrown behind. It was still pulling the knife in its body little by little. The moment the knife was pulled out, it was the beginning of hide-and-seek.
Shan Ziwei already had a preliminary expected hiding place in his mind. At present, the Manda Mansion has also opened those rooms. The master bedroom on the first floor is a good choice. But when Shan Zi Wei ran to the corridor on the first floor, he was shocked to find that the doors of all the rooms in the corridor were open.
Is the "click" just now the sound of unlocking? Shan Ziwei looked all the way from the bathroom with the open door to the stairs leading to the second floor, stunned by this supernatural game. In order to play hide-and-seek, are all the rooms in the Manda House open?
Shanzi Wei's thoughts turned, he immediately gave up his previous expectations and ran up to the second floor.
On the east side of the second floor room before, only the middle entertainment room was open. Now the six symmetrical rooms in front of Wei Wei have their doors open. Shanzi Wei did not hesitate to rush into the first room on the right side of the stairs-that was the study he had coveted for a long time.
In most horror decryption games, the study room/library with bookshelves is the base camp for storing materials, which contains at least 10% of the information of the entire game, and even hides the foreshadowing to the true ending. Another reason that Shan Ziwei rushed into the study so impatiently was that the paper and pens needed by the "pen fairy" were stored here.
After entering the study, Shan Ziwei's first action was to turn back and close the door and lock it, but an invisible force resisted the door, making it at most ajar, unable to really close it.
Shanzi Wei was not disappointed. He expected that a thin door would not be able to stop the steps of the resentful spirit. This was only to give himself some psychological comfort. After closing the door ajar, Shanzi Wei turned and looked at the study.
He had already known the layout of the study from the structural diagram of the room before. At this moment, when he really faced it, a certain idiot still felt tremendous pressure. Except for the wall behind him, the other three walls are all fixed with rows of bookshelves, and all kinds of books are densely placed on them. It cannot be said that it is a sea of books, but only by the "pond" of this small book. , Shanzi Wei is about to drown.
#这应有光点# (ps: traditional fear solution games will use light dots to mark the key items on the screen)
#The 200th year when the keyboard game is absent, think about it#
#Wan Ranzhong's useful information: come and catch me, catch me and I will let you hehehe~#
Shan Zi Wei took a copy of "The Collection of Flying Birds" and looked dumbly at the "You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow." "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is like autumn leaves." Jingmei"...These are not sets, but real books! It's a real book that you can read, **** it!
Roughly speaking, there are at least three hundred books in this room. It takes Wei Wei to look through it in a year. At this time, it is obvious that Wuwang Prison needs to look for puzzle-solving tips like the white paper. Shanzi Wei walked quickly to the center of the study. In the center of the study, there is a 2 meter long mahogany desk with a large black leather chair at the back, which is very solemn and elegant.
The items on the desk are very simple: a pen holder with several pens, a dozen blank a4 papers, and no puzzles that Wei intended. Just as Shanzi Wei picked up the pen and paper, a big horror suddenly came.
Titicaca~~~Titicaca~~Titicaca~~~
The string of laughter was like a rusty saw cutting the rotting wood, stabbing Wei's temple with pain. He knew for the first time that laughter can be so distorted, so dirty, so hysterical, just like that appalling Black Friday, every syllable is a discordant interval, and it ends at the most uncomfortable point. , The listener does not feel the slightest beauty, some are just nausea.
Ticket~Look, look, look and look--I've come to look for you.Ticket~~~Ticket~~Ticket~~~
Even if he was vomiting with fear, Shanzi Wei didn't dare to plug his ears, but desperately listened to the "thing" and began to act.
Titicaca~~~Titicaca~~Titicaca~~~
Click... Click... Click...
Amidst the nightmare laughter, there are subtle, weird footsteps, and it becomes more and more obvious-because it gets closer and closer!
Shanzi Wei's head banged like an explosion, and his face suddenly changed. He wanted to take the pen and paper and leave, but he didn't expect that the thing didn't search the first floor and ran directly to the second floor!
After a few breaths, the sound of footsteps has reached the top of the stairs. Shanzi Wei Lenghan has come down. His situation is quite dangerous. The study is by no means a good place to hide. All the bookshelves are fixed on the three walls of the south, east and north, and they have a panoramic view at a glance, and there is no gap to hide.
The only bunker in the room is the desk. Hearing the footsteps of "Bah, Bah," coming here, Shanzi Wei could only lament his lucky e of the top spot, and quickly got under the table.
"Boom."
It was a small moan that bounced back when the door panel hit the wall. A deformed figure stood stumblingly at the door, looking distortedly at the chilling study.
"Titicaca ~ Titicaca Titicaca--"
The horrible laughter resounded in the study, and Wei Wei shrank under the desk, as if he was full of bowstrings. The mahogany desk where he hides is a typical French style, sealed on three sides, and very thick, which prevents him from being seen by the thing at first glance.
Don't come in... Don't come in... Don't come in...!
Shanzi Wei prayed desperately, the desk he was hiding in was too big, even if there was a black leather chair in front of it, it could only cover a part of the gap. Anyone who walks around and looks down at the front can spot him.
"Click... Click... Click..."
For a moment, Shanzi Wei Zhen hoped that he would be deaf, so that he would not hear the increasingly clear footsteps that meant death.
——"Ghost", came in.
It swayed left and right, as if unfamiliar with its new deformed body, with only a layer of white skin left on its bones. When it moved, it was like that thin skin was pulling the bones in action. Although its posture is extremely out of shape, its movements are not slow. It walked halfway through the room in a few steps, without knowing that every time it stepped on, the "click" sound was like a plumb hammer in the heart of a white-haired young man. tap.
"Titicaca...Put out my eyes and I can still see you."
It scanned the neat bookshelf with no white eyes. It turned around and looked at the desk in the middle of the room.
"Titicaca...plug my ears, and I can still hear you."
It squeezed to the desk and squatted on the desk.
"Without feet, I can still walk by your side, Titicaca..."
The broken laughter leaked from the lipless mouth, and it twisted its head and looked upside down under the desk.
"Without a mouth, I can still—"
There is nothing under the table.
It seems to have forgotten the words, and the voice cut off for a moment, and then continued to "Ticks" smiling indifferently, while standing up and walking outside, repeating the first few paragraphs of the death song.
"Titicaca...Pug out my eyes, I can still see you...plug my ears, I can still hear you..."
The dead silence was restored in the study.
After a while, Shanzi Wei fell from the bottom of the table, and his whole body was beaten with cold sweat.
This desk has a beam design on the front of the bottom of the desk, which is not wide, it is only used for decorative carving. At the moment of the moment, Shanzi Wei put his hands and feet on the left and right inner walls, propped his body horizontally, and clung to the inner corner formed by the beam and the bottom of the table, and escaped in a thrilling manner.
Call, call...
Shanzi Wei collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, only 20 seconds, but it made him feel as if a century had passed. God knows how much Shanzi Wei is afraid of seeing a grimace sticking in and smiling at him when he is holding on to the bottom of the table.
It's terrible...
The MP that consumed 2/3 of the mp gradually recovered. Shanzi Wei just thought he would die. As long as the ghost stretched his head to the bottom of the table, or the ghost stayed longer, he would be caught upright. Even when he was resting, Shanzi Wei did not dare to relax his vigilance at all times, always paying attention to the movements of ghosts. Judging from the sound of distant footsteps, the other party was some distance away from him, but it seemed that he had not left the second floor.
Sing Ziwei crawled out from the table, he is not in a hurry to leave the study at the moment. The thing has just been searched in the study room, so it shouldn't be touched so soon. It's in a relatively safe vacuum.
Little Gaia opened her mouth wide, swallowed the pen and paper handed by Wei Shanzi, and was then carried by the back collar like a small animal by her owner.
The sight of the white-haired young man began to drift. Even if it wasn't the first time that he had confessed to the toy box for the Red Peach Sp, he was still a little hard to speak. After all, this is a holographic online game that is indistinguishable from reality, not at all like the understatement of typing a few letters on the keyboard in the past.
"...I...like you..."
After the first sentence of "like" is spoken, the subsequent confession is not so stuck. Shanzi Wei said several "likes" in one breath, and when he turned around, he found that little Gaia had pulled the mask off his head and put it on his face again. He seemed shy and joyful, and even embarrassed that he had a certain nympho.
Shanzi Wei squeezed the hot earlobe. The word "like" is too evil. It has been given too much meaning and emotion by humans. Just speaking it will cause heart throbbing.
I'm afraid only those dudes who have been in love can be indifferent. Shanzi Wei thought of the host. The black-haired young man was able to take care of him whether he was "in love" or "exclusively", saying those love words was as easy as eating and drinking, without any disturbance.
I can’t tell. Is such a "boring" host in the game really "sorrowful" in reality?
Wei didn't know the list of "tsk tusk" and "hehehe" secretly, sometimes the more plain the "like" he expressed, the more terrifying the energy contained in it. This shows that "liking" is no longer a matter of one or two heartbeats, but like eating and drinking water, it has become a subjectively "objectively existing" truth.
——People want to eat, this is a normal thing.
——I like you, this is normal.
The red heart sp is steadily rising in the pink atmosphere, and one person and one toy are satisfied with each other. After solving his own hidden dangers, Shan Ziwei once again focused on the current situation. The ghost's footsteps are still on the second floor, but it is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems that the ghost is searching inside. Shanzi Wei Dake took this opportunity to run downstairs, but...
The white-haired young man scanned the dazzling array of books, and just gave up. He was a little unwilling. Is there any way to determine the location of those key books——
...Wait, location?
A flash of light flashed in Shanzi Wei's mind: He thought of choosing one of the three cabinets before!
——Since he can find the doll based on the past fear solution game, can he find useful information in the bookshelf according to that game?
Just do it if you think of it, Shanzi Wei tried hard to recall the memory. There were three investigable light spots in the study room of the past fear solution game. The author had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and each light spot was in the center of the bookshelf. Shanzi Wei was stuck in the study for a long time, so he was very impressed.
According to the position of the light spot in memory, Shan Ziwei took three books from the center of each shelf and placed them in a line on the desk.
"Biography of Strange People", "Rebirth: Masters 3", "ptsd".
Shanzi Wei was silent. Just by looking at the name, he felt that his past metaphysics was possible, probably, or unreliable.
With a glimmer of hope, Shan Zi Wei opened the first "Biography of a Strange Man", which is a classical Chinese version of "Zhihu Zheye".
【Shark people: There are shark people living in the South China Sea. They live in water like fish. They do not waste their achievements. Their eyes can weep beads... They are born, do not communicate with words, and die without eating. The corpse is dissolved and eaten, which is called a specialization. This shark is vulgar, and others are inadequate.
Human jade: There are people who are good at raising jade in Huaizhou, whose name is Su style. One son was born with jade, to win the spirit of the heaven and the earth, the glory of the sun and the moon, for the great...Woohoo, it is also a jade for a man, and a jade for a man who is defeated. I knew what was going on today, and I regretted my carelessness.
Foul Eater:...]
This is about this collection of strange and strange novels, which collects strange and strange things in the world. Shan Zi Wei felt dizzy after two glances, and felt his body hollowed out after gnawing through two articles. Apart from the obscure writing, the slightly exaggerated content is quite fascinating to read. Take the two articles that Shanzi Wei has read, for example, "Sailor" introduces a humanoid group living in the South China Sea and living in the water like fish. They will weave continuously, and the tears they shed will turn into pearls. There was someone who was caught alive by the shark who fell in love with him and took him home. Because of the language barrier, this person didn't eat food and gradually starved to death. The shark ate his corpse openly, thinking that he would be together forever. The author commented at the end that this is the custom of the shark people. Although it is appalling, it is not worth criticizing for people of other races.
If "Sailor" is a tragedy caused by different races, then "Human Jade" is that human beings can't live by themselves. It is about a family of Su-style jade that has been operating jade for generations. One day, a child of God was born. After consideration, Su Shi used the secret formula of the clan to make the **** child into human jade-although it is in human form, it is no different from jade in essence. It can only be kept at home and cannot be in contact with the outside world. People raise jade, jade raises people; family raises jade, man raises family. With human jade, the Soviet style became more and more prosperous, and when it was prosperous, it could be an enemy of the country. However, one day, Renyu walked out of the house while the guards were negligent. Human jade is too innocent, and once it comes into contact with the outside world, it will provoke evil and become a big evil thing. Su Shi was about to make it into a man, and build a haunted house to suppress it, but it was too late. Under the trouble of fierce jade, Su style plummeted, and the inheritance was broken. The author sighed at the end that if he didn't turn the **** child into a human jade, but let him grow up, he would definitely become an amazing talent in all directions. Although the Soviet style is not prosperous, it will not end in ruin.
Single Wei Lianmeng figured out the general meaning with a guess. It is indeed a bit difficult for an idiot who has not graduated from junior high school. Originally, I was not sure if this book was useful. In addition to the difficulty of understanding, Shan Ziwei quickly gave up on continuing to study and turned to the next book: "Rebirth: The Masters 3".
...This book looks even more irrelevant.
"Rebirth: Home Master 3" is the third book of a full-length novel. At first glance, the name is the standard and cool essay routine of the family. The list was too lazy to read the content, so he turned to the back to read the introduction.
[Introduction: Sima Hao has been reborn amidst the rebellion, ushering in a brand new beginning.
In this life, he is no longer a sick seed to be slaughtered by others, but the one of the Sima family who speaks of one thing.
The cousin who coveted his seat, the parents who watched him coldly, the uncle's family who robbed his resources...
As soon as the time came, there were a lot of newspapers. 】
Unsurprisingly, it is a typical *Si rebirth counterattack. The third book just talks about the rebirth of the protagonist who saw through his cousin’s plot to frame him, and is fighting fiercely with the current chessboard. There is no relationship with Mao. Shan Zi Wei put it aside in despair, and frustratedly picked up the last book.
"ptsd"
Listen Wei opened the book, which was also in English. This is not difficult for Shanzi Wei—even less than the troubles caused by classical Chinese—as a programmer, he may be worried about speaking English, and reading and writing is absolutely no problem.
[Post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd) refers to the delayed and persistent mental disorder that an individual experiences, encounters the actual death of oneself/others, or is threatened by death, which results in the delayed appearance and persistence of the individual.
The core symptoms of ptsd have three groups: traumatic re-experience symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and increased alertness symptoms.
Traumatic re-experiencing symptoms are mainly manifested as the involuntary emergence of trauma-related situations or content in the patient’s thinking, memory or dreams, and severe emotional reactions may also occur, and even the trauma may seem to happen again.
Avoidance and numbness symptoms are mainly manifested as patients' persistent efforts to avoid events or situations related to the traumatic experience, refusal to recall people or events related to the trauma, and some patients even experience selective forgetting and cannot...]
"Ling Ling Ling~~~Ling Ling Ling~~~Ling Ling Ling~~~"
A bell rang suddenly, Shanzi Wei's head buzzed, and the book fell to the ground with fright. The white-haired young man looked down with a pale face, staring at the floor as if looking through it to the non-stop ringing phone in the living room.
[Setting 4: Your partner triggers a ghost call. When the phone rings in the future, no one will answer within 1 minute. The uncomfortable spirits will appear and kill the living one by one until there is no life. also. 】
Shanzi Wei's heart is bleak: I am really afraid of what will come. The less I don't want it to come, the more time it will come.
No matter how much he tried to pretend to be dead, Shanzi Wei had to answer the phone as agreed. He tiptoedly approached the door, carefully looking out through the crack in the door.
Click... Click... Click...
According to the negative test in the corridor, Ruoyuruuowu's footsteps and the urging telephone ring intertwined into invisible waves of terror, sweeping layer by layer. Shanzi Wei's cold hair stood up all over his body, and his fast wandering gaze fell on the second guest room diagonally opposite due to fear.
Outside the door of the second guest room, the light from the human headlight shone the deformed shadow of "that thing" on the floor of the corridor, and saw that shadow tremblingly grow bigger and bigger—it seemed to be right. Coming to the door, he seemed to be attracted by the ringing of the phone.
Once the ghost guards on the phone, it's over. So even if his hands and feet were trembling with fear, Shanzi Wei opened the door with a huff, and rushed downstairs when the ghost was about to leave the guest room at any time.
Huh-huh...
Shanzi Wei ran with his head blank, his body controlled by instinct, until he grasped the phone handle that was about to fall apart. Because of the cold sweat in his hands, he almost didn't even lift the slippery microphone.
"Ling Ling Ling~~~Ling Ling Ling~~~Ling Ling Ling~~~"
Even when I picked up the microphone, the ringtone did not stop until Shanzi Wei put the microphone to his ear, and the deafening ringtone was completely rested. The whole ancient house was quiet, but Shanzi Wei's head was noisy. He held the microphone stiffly and listened to a "man" yelling heartily on the other side of the phone.
"Come on--come soon!! Blood, a lot of blood...! Dead...dead, dead! My wife is dead--"
The man yelled as he panted, obviously frightened. Shanzi Wei was also very frightened, because he wanted to answer the phone and immediately hung up, and quickly found a place to hide again, but he couldn't move at this time. Before seeing host Rose Blood, they didn't feel much special when they answered the phone. They didn't expect that this ghost call would have to be listened to.
What's worse, Shanzi Wei's other ear heard the sound of footsteps that became clearer and clearer.
Click... Click... Click...
——The ghost has come down.
The man on the phone is still chattering: "My wife is dead! Dead! She was killed—I, I saw the murderer! I didn’t expect, I really didn’t expect him to be like this Do..."
Shanzi Wei is so anxious that he is about to come out of a heart attack: You should talk fast, don't **** bullshit! ! !
"...The murderer, the murderer who killed my wife---chacha."
Even if I heard the host mention it, even at this extremely critical moment, Shanzi Wei was still stunned by the sound of his head being close at hand. It was too real and too cruel, and the blood spurting from the other party's head seemed to be Sprinkled on half of his face across the phone line, warm and sticky.
Shanzi Wei shuddered, and reflexively threw the microphone back to the landline. At this moment he was able to move, and Shan Zi Wei Lima was about to go to the kitchen to find a cabinet to hide, but was frightened when he turned around.
A skinny leg stepped out of the corner of the corridor, and the next moment the ghost stepped into the living room. It "Tichetka" smiled and staggered towards the coffee table surrounded by the sofa.
Since Wei Fu was on the sofa, he wanted to shrink himself into a nano-molecule invisible to the naked eye. He was too frightened, the sofa was not high, as long as the ghost is closer, closer...
The white-haired young man closed his eyes and waited for the imminent death.
"Noisy--"
The sound of toilet flushing abruptly rang from the bathroom into the living room. The ghost twisted its head 180 degrees, and it didn't turn around, just like that, it went back to the original path and got into the bathroom.
Wei, the rest of his life after the catastrophe, softened to the foot of the sofa motionlessly. Although he was still alive, he felt that he had already died once.
Why has no one complained about this **** game? Shanzi Wei questioned the sky one hundred and one time. The existence of this game is a crime!
Shanzi Wei couldn't help being overwhelmed. Not only was the square sp (fear), but his life span was even shortened.
In the future, if he encounters the supernatural chessboard again, Shanzi Wei decides to commit suicide as soon as he enters the chessboard, and then he will kill himself.
The sound of "click" footsteps came out of the bathroom, and Shan Wei Xin was startled. He didn't expect the ghost to search the bathroom so quickly. Fortunately, this time the ghost did not return to the living room, but went upstairs "click, click," and gradually became inaudible.
Shanzi Wei quickly got up and ran into the bathroom with his head probed. The sound of pumping water just now was probably made by a small partner in order to save him. Shanzi Weiyi wanted to thank him, and second, he wanted to cooperate. After all this tossing, Shanzi Wei found that the sound has an outstanding seduce effect on ghosts. As long as this is well grasped, the difficulty of hide-and-seek can be greatly reduced.
Into the bathroom, Shanzi Wei knew why the ghost went out so quickly—it was too small here, it didn't seem to be a place where people could hide. Shanzi Wei looked at the narrow wash cabinet. There were only some toiletries and no one in it.
Is he wrong, there is no one here, the toilet flushes automatically?
Shan Ziwei looked inside the bathroom. The bathroom was roughly divided into two parts. The first part was the place for washing and going to the toilet, and the second part was the shower room. A shower curtain blocked the view.
Shanzi Wei walked over and opened the shower curtain. Suddenly, a bathtub filled with blood jumped into sight.
Shanzi Wei's breath choked, and he couldn't help taking a few steps back. Sure enough, there is a jar of blood in the bathroom of every haunted house. Generally speaking, there are one or two key props hidden in these scary scenery. In the past, Shanzi Wei controlled the game characters to do so, instead of doing it himself, he was naturally stress-free; now Shanzi Wei is staring at the tank of blood, and really doesn’t want to put his hand in. God knows what will be in the bathtub——
Suddenly, a human head appeared in the blood.
"Wow--"
Shanzi Wei heard his scream, half of the scream was covered by the opponent's hand. Shanzi Wei stared at the host who crawled out of the bathtub, blood-red liquid dripping from the handsome eyebrows of the black-haired young man, evil and charming like a vampire with blood.
Seeing that the white-haired young man recognized him clearly, the host released Wei Wei. Shanzi Wei felt very embarrassed. He didn't want to scream. The horror before was okay. At least he knew that Gao Neng was about to come and was mentally prepared, but if you suddenly shock you like this, people will be scared enough.
"Why are you here..."
The answer is well known to both of them, apparently the host flushed the toilet and saved Shanzi Wei just now, and then hid in the bathtub when the ghost came in.
In fact, what Shanzi Wei wants to ask is: how dare you hide here--this is **** water of unknown things!
Suddenly, their expressions changed.
Click... Click... Click, click, click, click, click! ! !
In the blink of an eye, the sound of ghost footsteps arrived outside the door. It should have heard Shanzi Wei's screams, it almost seemed to fly down from upstairs, and it was completely impossible to imagine how its twisted body could achieve this speed.
"Put out my eyes and I can still see you."
Guixiao Tiakadi walked into the bathroom, his bare head swayed 360 degrees, not letting go of any corner of the bathroom.
"Block my ears and I can still hear you."
The ghost stopped in the shower room with the blood in the bathtub on his head.
"Without feet, I can still walk by your side."
At the bottom of the bathtub, among the blood, the white-haired youth and the black-haired youth are pressed together tightly.
Shanzi Wei felt that he wanted to know himself again at this time, and the question he wanted to ask just now has an answer-when his life is threatened, the human potential is really endless.
The occupants of the Manda Ancient House are very rich, and the bathtub is very large, but no matter how big the bathtub is, it will be crowded to accommodate two adult men at once. At this moment, the ghost seemed to have taken something into the blood water-its original body was a doll, and it was naturally resistant to liquids, so it held a flower knife and made gestures in the blood water. As a result, Shanzi Wei and host had to stick to the bottom of the tank. Due to limited space, the two were stacked on top of each other: the host was lying on the bottom of the bathtub, and Shanzi Wei was pressed against the host. There was no gap between the two.
Blood water seems to have just flowed out of the human body, it is very warm, but no matter how hot it is, it can't warm the touch of the person below. Shan Zi Wei's heart was barren, he could endure blood and water, but he couldn't endure his nympho.
Shanzi Wei: I am sick of your uncle! trash
He started to move up a little bit, and opened the contact area with the host, but was almost cut by the ghost's knife.
The host noticed it, stretched out his hands to hug Shanzi Wei, and pressed it back on his body.
"Put out my eyes, I can still see you... plug my ears, I can still hear you..."
The ghost was repeating the death song while stirring the blood with a knife. Two centimeters under the tip of its knife, there was an nymphoid in desperation.
Shanzi Wei's face was flushed, his heartbeat had already lost an inch, and the blood quickly flowed all over his body, causing waves of turbulence.
This is not the most uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable is that he is almost deprived of oxygen due to the rapid blood flow.
I can't bear it anymore--
One pair of eyes opened in the middle of 氤氲. The host looked at Shanzi Wei with a distorted expression, and his black eyes were soaked in blood into scarlet.
He pressed the back of Shan Zi Wei's head and blocked his lips.