Another flash of lightning flashed, and Wang Chuan suddenly clenched his hands into fists and slammed them on the window pane.

Cracks, bones crack, glass shatters, and the wind and rain rush into the hall.

The wind was very strong, and I stumbled backwards, and before I could stand firmly, I saw Wang Chuan jumping gently on the windowsill like a cat, and then jumped over, carrying Sister Qiu Mei in my direction.

It was so fast that before I could dodge, I slipped on the soles of my feet and fell to the ground.

He could only hurriedly raise his hand to block forward.

Seeing that the two figures, one black and one red, were about to pounce on me, suddenly there was a muffled sound in the air in front of me.

Immediately after, I saw Wang Chuan's close face leaning back suddenly.

And then he flew backwards diagonally like a kite with a broken string.

It was like hitting something.

Before I had time to take a closer look, I crawled behind him almost with my hands and feet.

It wasn't until I hit my face on his leg that I realized what a humiliating act it was.

It's like a mourning dog. But at times like these, face is not an important thing at all.

I was so close to Sister Chumei that I could almost feel the cold temperature of her body, and the faint rancid stench that peculiar to the dead man.

It reminds me of the memory of being possessed by her.

It's only for a moment, but the extreme creepiness is the fear that penetrates deep into every cell.

It wasn't until he fled behind the Immortal Boy that the fear slowly settled down like a parachute.

Outside the window, lightning and thunder, his back shining in the lightning light was tall and thin, I looked up at him, and subconsciously looked at his two legs.

I don't know if the skin I drew for him was almost up to the end of the day, and the legs had reverted back to their bones.

The pants were empty, and the wind blew softly, so that it looked more like a ghost than Sister Mei who was sitting on Wang Chuan's shoulder.

But there has never been a 'ghost' that looks more reassuring than this thin and thin back.

He stood with his back to me, as if he hadn't noticed my panicked moment.

only quietly looked at Wang Chuan, who was knocked into the wall.

The man, who seemed a little too short in front of him, staggered to his feet after a brief pause.

There was a giggle in his mouth, and he didn't know why he was smiling so happily.

When another flash of lightning came on, I noticed that the face that was smiling so happily had a large patch of tears and snot.

So is it crying or laughing? No one can understand the emotions of a madman.

But it was obvious that his eyes were rolling and his head was tilting back.

It seemed to look up at Sister Qiu Mei on his shoulder, and it seemed like she wanted to retreat.

But his body leaned forward in a daze, which made his whole person look like a smile on his face, very distorted.

After a moment, suddenly he said something vaguely, and he hung his head and walked in the direction where I and the Immortal Childe were.

He walked a little swaying, as if he was a little overwhelmed by the looming figure on his shoulder, but he was fast.

Bang! As I walked straight to the spot I had just been in, there was another muffled sound in the air.

Wang Chuan's head tilted back.

This time the person was not knocked away, but a line of blood flowed from the nose.

Blood flowed down his lips into his grinning mouth, he subconsciously smacked, and was about to continue forward, when his originally dilated pupils suddenly shrank, and he squinted his eyes and looked at me with a hint of surprise: "You ......"

You what?

Wang Chuan didn't say the next words for a long time, because he was like a machine that suddenly got stuck, and the next words and the little light that had just condensed in his eyes were extinguished at once.

Standing motionless, he stared at me for a long time, and then suddenly slammed his head forward hard.

As there was another muffled sound in the air, a patch of blood spread out in the air in front of him.

There was something in the air blocking Wang Chuan's face, like a wall, blocking Wang Chuan's way.

And this thing doesn't need to be guessed, it must be from the handwriting of the young man.

So in fact, even if I hadn't dodged just now, Wang Chuan wouldn't have been able to get close to me.

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly Wang Chuan hit his head forward again.

Bang bang, bang bang

I heard that the human skull is very hard, so the sound of hitting it is like a hammer hammering a wall.

Soon I saw that Wang Chuan's face was blurred with flesh and blood, and even his forehead had sunken, and the air in front of him was stained with a clear wall of blood by his blood.

The blood that filled the air made my stomach churn.

I want to vomit, but I don't dare to act rashly.

It can be seen that Wang Chuan's crazy actions are tantamount to suicide, but they are not out of his original intention.

As early as after the previous hard impact, he had actually rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

The reason why he continued to behave so crazy was because his head was being dragged into Sister Qiu Mei's withered palm.

She sat on Wang Chuan's shoulder, always hanging her head.

The darkness hid her face, making it difficult to see the expression on her face, and only her pale pupils could be seen, staring at the Immortal Boy in the night that was cut by lightning from time to time.

Keeping her eyes on it, her hand grabbed Wang Chuan's hair, and she smashed him forward again and again.

The mechanical repetitive action is like a silent provocation to the immobile son of the underworld.

Or rather, she is using Wang Chuan's life to threaten the young man.

I didn't think the threat would do anything.

But just as she lifted Wang Chuan's head again and smashed it forward, in the darkness, the voice of the young man sounded: "What do you want." ”

Sister Qiu Mei grabbed Wang Chuan's hand for a moment.

Then, the other hand was raised, pointing straight at me.

"She has no grievances with you, what do you want her to do?"

The Immortal asked again.

The voice is faint, but it is in control of my destiny.

So I subconsciously took two steps back, then held my breath and looked at his back.

Then he looked over his back and looked at the figure that was fluttering like a ghost fire, lurking on Wang Chuan's shoulder.

used to eat, sleep, cry and laugh together like siblings, but at this time, Sister Qiu Mei only had a strangeness on her face that made me shudder.

The face of a dead person is very different from what it looks like when it was alive.

Therefore, even though her eyes are open at this moment, she still looks exactly the same as the day she was buried.

Aware of my gaze, her gaze shifted from Hades to my face.

Dead eyes stared straight at me, without a hint of warmth.

After a while, she pinched Wang Chuan's neck.

Wang Chuan's body trembled as a result, and urinary incontinence was instantaneous.

The air was instantly filled with blood mixed with urine and horse fleas.

Then, I heard two words hissing out of Wang Chuan's throat: "Compensation...... Destiny ......"