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Cong laughed enough, and finally pursed his lips, looked up at Zhong Lan, and said as if pleading and muttering to himself: "Even if it's hope, can you accompany me?" Stay here with me all the time? ”

Suddenly, a tingling sensation hit his brain, and Zhong Lan held back the reflex nerves that were about to make a move.

However, she still tightened her face, stared into the young man's eyes, and said with great sincerity: "I can't accompany you. You're dead and you don't know why you're dead, I'm alive and you know why you're alive. I have more important things to do than you do. ”

Cong's eyes gradually darkened, but his voice became more and more gentle: "I like you very much, can you always accompany me?" ”

The feeling of trembling on the scalp became more and more obvious, and Zhong Lan, who was holding the psychic jade tightly, found that Cong's whole body was gradually invaded by red qi, especially a pair of dark eyes, the simple kindness at the beginning was completely gone, and the gloomy appearance made people feel furious when they looked at it.

Seemingly dissatisfied with Zhong Lan's answer, he approached her step by step, "I like you very much, stay with me." ”

The feeling of danger was imminent, and Zhong Lan pinched his fingers hard to hold his heart and couldn't help beating violently.

"Do you like it enough to kill me?" The sudden sound stopped the footsteps from approaching, and when the two of them were close to each other, Zhong Lan's words were like a sharp blade to break the unnecessary stalemate in the dangerous atmosphere.

She ignored the change in the face of the young man in front of her, and she was not afraid of the blue-to-red ghosts around her, leaning against the wall behind her, and there was no way to avoid it, so she could only face it head-on.

"Because you like me, I have to be with you?"

Zhong Lanxiao pointed to the big bed in the room, "Are you locked inside?" Lingering in this close space, unable to communicate with normal people, barely maintaining a superficial calm, trying to lure innocent people to death. But I don't know why I died, how ridiculous? ”

"I ...... No...... Is it ......" Cong suddenly raised his eyes and glared at Zhong Lan, reaching out to grab her.

Zhong Lan knew that he was surrounded by ghosts and could not escape, so he endured the pain and let Cong's sharp fingertips dig into his flesh and blood.

Sneered: "I have a sentence that is wrong. You died, do you know how you died? ”

She stepped forward, feeling her nails sink deeper and deeper into her flesh, smiling deeper.

"Are you alive and aware of the meaning of your existence?"

"Let me guess why it's crazy? These companions ......" Zhong Lan raised his eyes and glanced at the hideous-looking ghosts around him, "Do they really have good intentions towards you?" Why don't these things find you? It looks like they're all dead.,Do you really have no malice towards people? So as a yin-yang-eyed boy who can see ghosts, is it really full kindness? ”

Every question made Cong's face change, and Zhong Lan sneered, seeing that he finally held his head and had a headache.

Zhong Lan, who was about to say something more, suddenly darkened her eyes, and when the light invaded her vision again, she found that Cong had disappeared, and she was the only one breathing in the entire empty room.

And he was the only one sitting alone on the bed, locked in chains, unable to escape.

This is...... Zhong Lan closed his eyes and opened them again, a light flashing in his eyes. Feel his world?

Is this the real plot of the yin-yang-eyed boy? So what happens if she doesn't decline Cong's invitation to accompany her, and what happens if she declines the invitation and gets killed?

A few thoughts flashed in Zhong Lan's mind in an instant, and when he raised his hands, he saw that it was indeed a pair of white and bleak palms, and his skin was extremely fragile and pale because he had not seen sunlight all year round, and even if he looked at it with the naked eye, he could clearly distinguish every blood vessel.

Green, purple, all in sight.

Take a deep breath.

Accepting the body while bearing its fragility, Zhong Lan sat up and tried to break the chains with her hands, but no matter how much strength she tried, it was to no avail.

The chains weaved into a large net, and the boy was completely tied to the bed.

"For as long as I can remember, I have woken up from this bed, fallen asleep, day after day, almost thinking that there is only myself in this world. There are also some strange things. ”

The voice that suddenly sounded was actually the original one, and Cong's narration was calm and unfluctuating, surrounding Zhong Lan's ears, waiting for her to listen to the information.

As he spoke, the surrounding picture changed, and Zhong Lan could only sit on the bed, but the room was no longer empty. The head of a long-haired woman that came out of the roof, the huge worm that climbed on all fours on the wall, the pieces of flesh that stretched out under the bed, like fermented steamed buns, quickly swelled and occupied the entire ground, and the various souls that squatted in the four corners and stared at him with their eyes.

He didn't say anything, just watched, and at first he thought it was dead things, but when he realized that every day passed, these things would get closer and closer to him.

"I want to touch, I want to accept something different, I want to know if there are other people in this world besides myself, even though I know very well that these things are not people."

"One day, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I opened my eyes and saw the head of a woman facing me on the ceiling, her long hair hanging down to my neck, twisting up little by little, tightening me and almost killing me. The mucus secreted by the flesh on the ground bubbled green and gave off a foul smell, and too many things opened their mouths greedily at me, each of which tugged at my hands and feet, and I thought I was going to be torn apart......"

But he didn't die.

Parasitic in the body of the bush, Zhong Lan experienced everything he told in his words, from life to death in just a moment, when he fell into a nightmare, he could wake up again after falling asleep.

Tortured day after day, these things don't know if they want to get anything from him, or they don't want anything, they just stare at this body with greedy and bloody eyes, and they can't help but want to smash it, but they are careful to keep his last breath.

He didn't say a word about these things.

In addition to the daily delivery time telling him that he is still alive, more often than not, Cong feels that he is already a ghost.

for their eyes and hearts are blackened.

Until one day, the man opened the chains, as if suddenly he had found the son, and said to him with joy and guilt: "Look at your mother." ”

"I was confused and angry. What is a mother, what is a father, I have spent more than ten years in this room of one person. (To be continued.) )