"Can you explain to me where my money comes from?"

Ye Xian stood at the door and asked Xu Yuexin. Xu Yuexin didn't have anything to do, so she happily agreed. For a high school student, 150,000 is simply an astronomical amount, and if he doesn't explain it clearly, his mother thinks he went to rob a bank with a knife.

When he opened the door, it was already past three o'clock, and although it was late, he still woke up his mother. When my mother heard that she had taken 150,000 yuan back, she thought it was a dream, but after many confirmations, and Xu Yuexin's assurance, plus a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door, the confused mother sent Xu Yuexin away suspiciously, and was alone in the room.

Ye Xian didn't care what mood his mother was in now, he lay down and fell asleep after returning to the room. It's not early now, I slept until the next afternoon, and when I got up, I found that my mother had cooked the rice, and it was all hot in the rice cooker, but now he saw these vegetables and rice, and he couldn't eat it at all.

Suddenly, he remembered the little Taoist priest who was injured last night, the sweet smell of blood. As soon as he thought about it, he immediately rumbled and was hungry, and this kind of hunger torture almost made him uncontrollable and rushed out of the street to find someone to gnaw wildly.

No, you have to go to the back mountain to have a look, otherwise you won't be able to live this day. I was hungry all day long, and I didn't eat anything, who knows if I would starve to death? I didn't eat anything, and I ran straight to the mountain behind the school alone.

The home is not very far from the school, it will be there in ten minutes. Looking at the mountain peak that was still gloomy under the scorching sun, he did not have the fear and discomfort when he first came, but from the moment he walked up the mountain, he felt more comfortable than ever, and his hunger was much lessened.

The mountains are still the same as before, there is no difference. The potholes on the mountain are still there, presumably because no one came up, so no one noticed the abnormality. And the charred corpse that was killed by Lao Dao, after a day of exposure, only a set of black clothes remained, and the original style could not be seen clearly.

When he came to the dry well on the top of the mountain, there was a sudden gust of wind, but he did not have the slightest effect. Instead, he squinted his eyes in enjoyment, and when he saw the darkness under the silence, he didn't have the slightest fear, but wanted to go in and live for a lifetime.

"It's a strange feeling," he muttered to himself, standing on the edge of the dry well. At the beginning, the woman in white was driving the coffin to rise from the silence, presumably the woman in white was in the silence, and she was amazed when she saw the woman in white for the first time, and the scenes appeared.

Is the woman in white who is as beautiful as a picture scroll in this dry well? I don't know what kind of monster it is? Is it a zombie? Or a ghost? It's just that there is no clear zombie record on the first page of the general outline of Taoism, otherwise he must have determined whether he has become a zombie or some other monster.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the dry well. He looked at the darkening environment, and his heart was as calm as water, more and more peaceful. It seems that the darker it is, the more reassuring he is, the less he feels fear, and only the sunlight is the existence that disgusts him.

It wasn't until he landed at the bottom of the dry well that his eyes glowed red, and the pitch-black environment around him suddenly became clear. Obviously, he can't see anything in the darkness around him, but he can clearly see everything around him, and this level of darkness is that people can't see their fingers at all.

This made him even more sure that he was probably no longer human, and would even slowly become some kind of man-eating monster. But his body has not changed in the slightest, but his skin is a little whiter, and there are more red blood spots in his eyes, all kinds of phenomena, which make him feel that what he will become is very likely to be a zombie!

Lao Dao killed a zombie, and the woman in white who came out of the coffin that rose from the dry well is likely to be a zombie as well. He was bitten by the woman in white, and of course he turned into a zombie, if all this speculation is reasonable, can he only survive by sucking human blood?

The perimeter of the bottom of the dry well is supported by dozens of stone pillars, and it is very empty. It is as if the mountain has been hollowed out, and there are tens of thousands of square meters of space. Dozens of stone pillars are carved with dense dark red characters, which are vivid, as if they will jump out at any time.

These words are portrayed very regularly, as if someone did it on purpose. Even on the ground, there are many things that are recessed like drainage ditches, densely covering the entire space, like a huge picture scroll, carved under this dry well.

These stream-like ravines flowed with a viscous red liquid that led to a pond-sized pool of blood not far away. From time to time, red blood bubbles emerge from the blood pool, and after bursting, a trace of waves is set off, and with the flow of blood-colored liquid in the ravine, a peculiar pattern and fluctuations can be faintly felt.

It seems that the entire underground layout is to provide nutrients for this blood pool, and to keep this blood pool from drying up. As for where the liquid came from, he did not know.

Looking at these blood-colored liquids, his hunger suddenly burst, and the bloodthirsty feeling rushed straight to his brain, and the sweet smell of blood hit his nose, making him unable to hold back anymore and jumping directly into the pool of blood. He didn't care if there was any danger, **, which made his brain chaotic, and he could no longer restrain the instinct of his body.

After jumping into the pool of blood, I was immediately cool, and the refreshing feeling spread throughout my body. His muscles began to strengthen, and his epidermis swam swiftly through small snake-like veins.

His eyes were red, two sharp snow-white fangs sprouted from the corners of his mouth, and he frantically sucked the blood from a pool of blood. It was as if the desert had been thirsty for several days and was on the verge of dying, and the traveler suddenly found an oasis and jumped into a pool of clear water.

Grunt!

He spat out a bubble that burst across the surface of the pool of blood. Just like the blood bubbles he saw, gradually, he sank to the bottom of the blood pool, where a woman was floating, but Sheng Xue's white clothes had been dyed red by the blood pool, and like Ye Xian, the woman's eyes were red with light, and her snow-white fangs flashed with a piercing coldness.

The two approached, and the woman seemed to have sensed it, and actually hugged Ye Xian gently, and a trace of closeness appeared in her eyes. At the beginning, because of the old nine-character mantra, the corpse blood was reversed, and the blood of the corpse king flowed directly into Ye Xian's body, and the brutal side was suppressed by the nine-character mantra, plus he didn't drink fresh human blood for a long time, so Ye Xian didn't have the real strength of a zombie.

It can be said that Ye Xian in the past few days is the weakest zombie, Ye Xian, who can get a lot of blood from the moment he jumps into the blood pool, activates the zombie bloodline in his body, and although the old Jiuzi mantra suppresses the brutal thoughts, it cannot suppress the corpse blood of the 10,000-year-old corpse king.

This corpse blood frantically transformed Ye Xian's body, and the black and smelly dirt was expelled from the body, Ye Xian's skin became more and more pale, and the whole person looked hideous and terrifying, with blood-red eyes, snow-white fangs, and blood vessels surging all over his body, clenching his fists tightly, and roaring hideously!

It wasn't until the woman gently hugged Ye Xian that this bloodthirsty rage was suppressed, because the woman's blood flowed backwards, half of the corpse blood flowed into Ye Xian's body, and the two were like relatives, with the same blood flowing in their bodies.

The kindness in the depths of this blood made the woman's blood-red eyes appear with a rare touch of tenderness. Ye Xian also gradually woke up from the transformation of the corpse king's bloodline, looked at the woman beside him, and was stunned.

At this time, the woman could no longer be called Shengxue in white, because her clothes had been stained red with blood. She looked at Ye Xian curiously, and pinched Ye Xian's body from time to time. Being teased like this, Ye Xian, as a normal young man in the twenty-first century, will naturally react physiologically.

As soon as the spear below stood upright, it was held by a soft and cold white little hand, pinched it curiously, and then approached, as if he wanted to pull open Ye Xian's pants to see what it was. But will Ye Xian let him pull away? Of course not, he grabbed the woman's hand directly and was about to speak.

The woman seemed to be startled, let out a roar, her fangs bared, and she looked at Ye Xian viciously like an ancient desolate beast. Ye Xian immediately didn't dare to move, rolled his eyes and pretended to be dead directly, sticking out his tongue and not moving.

Seeing that Ye Xian didn't move, the woman regained her composure, grabbed Ye Xian and shook it vigorously, seeing that he didn't react, she focused on Ye Xian's upright spear again. Ye Xian, who pretended to be dead, was called a comfortable man, and was made and played by the woman in white, played and played, and tossed several times, and the little brother was about to break, so he stopped.

Only then did Ye Xian dare to open one eye and look at the woman. The delicate white face like a pink carving, the bright red lips like drinking blood, a pair of seductive eyes, and the small bridge of the nose are all perfect, like a work of art in the sky.

The figure is not to mention, graceful and convex. The touching upright giant steamed bun, and the snow-white skin that is exposed, the deep ravine is simply incomparable to the small ditch and the big ditch.

The red clothes rippling in the pool of blood, a pair of white thighs looming, and the mysterious forbidden place makes people's blood swell, such a peerless beauty who captivates the country and the city, what four beauties in ancient times are simply weak, and the most beautiful woman in the world is undoubtedly the gorgeous shadow in front of him in his opinion.

"What's your name?" Ye Xian opened his mouth to speak, but he was poured with blood, and he could only make a gurgling sound, and the woman tilted her head cutely, as if she didn't know what Ye Xian was doing. In desperation, he could only gesture with his hands, but the woman still couldn't understand.

After many ineffective movements, he swam directly to the pool of blood, and the woman paused and followed with some hesitation. When the water surfaced, Ye Xian crawled to the edge of the blood pool, sat on the ground, and after a while, the beautiful woman also came up, swam next to Ye Xian, jumped directly into his arms, and sat on his body.

I'm rubbing!

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