A gust of wind came from behind, and out of the corner of Zhao Zimai's eyes, he caught a glimpse of red next to the foot of the chair: it was a skirt, an apricot-red phoenix tail skirt.

He knew who the man behind him was, but at the same time, his backbone seemed to be grasped by a cold hand, and his fingers touched down the joints and slowly fell to his waist.

"He killed me......"

The cold breath of a woman rose and fell in his ears, and he could smell the smell of the dead on her, not stinking, but stale, like the rotten smell of an old house that had not been inhabited for many years.

"He killed me......"

There was another low sob, and the woman's cold hands reached behind his navel through his flesh, and her body followed forward. Like a snake, she squirmed slowly and burrowed into Zhao Zimai's body.

Is this what it feels like to be taken away? Zhao Zimai looked out through his eyeballs, he could see all the furnishings in the room, and he even saw "himself" sitting at the table, one hand gently scratching on the table, dipping a little water stain on the table, and slowly writing out the word "sheng".

After a while, he heard "himself" laughing, and strangely, this voice was still the same as his original voice, but it was different from the situation after Mu Xiaowu was taken away by Sang.

"I'm alive."

After saying these three words, he spread his hands out in front of him, carefully studied his white, slender, bony fingers, and then pressed his hands to "his" arms and chest. He rubbed "himself" several times to make sure that this living tall body really belonged to "himself".

"I lived ......"

After saying these three words again, he stood up and walked around the room several times. It's just that his posture is really weird, his steps are light, his waist is swinging, and he looks like a delicate woman no matter how he looks.

If it weren't for the fact that he was searching his stomach and thinking about how to get his body back, Zhao Zimai would almost have laughed out loud by his appearance. But just as he was desperately trying to regain control of his body, there was a knock on the door of "tuk tuk" outside. The voice was not loud, but Zhao Zimai felt that with Baotian's sharpness and cleverness, there was such a person standing next to him knocking on the door, how could he wake up.

But instead of waking up, Baotian was snoring louder and louder, and Zhao Zimai heard it clearly. He saw that "himself" was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly to the table and sat down again, cleared his throat, and rushed out of the door to ask, "It's so late, who is it?" ”

"It's me, open the door." Sang's voice floated from outside the door, and although it pinched its throat, Zhao Zimai still recognized its voice. He felt that he had swallowed a reassuring pill, and his heart was suddenly steady.

"I've fallen asleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

As he expected, "himself" quickly refused Sang's request, but the door immediately gave him a reason that he could not refuse.

"Childe, Baotian seems to be unconscious, open the door and see what's wrong with him?"

***

Baotian was hugged in by "Sang", and after he put him on the bed, he no longer cared about his safety, but walked up to "Zhao Zimai" and stared at his eyes and smiled.

"You laugh...... What the? "Zhao Zimai" panicked and pulled a trace of messy hair from the corner of his forehead behind his ear, and said, "What are you staring at me?" ”

"It's nothing, I just think you're a little different today, and you're like a woman." Sang's smile was fixed at the corner of his mouth, and it didn't dissipate for a long time.

"Zhao Zimai" hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed, he was a little flustered, his eyes were dodgy, and he didn't dare to look at Sang again.

Sang didn't force him, he just sat down beside him, and after kicking his feet in front of him a few times, he suddenly reached out and unbuttoned the placket. It was wearing a small moon-white coat, and its snow-white skin loomed under the thin clothing.

"You...... What are you doing? "Zhao Zimai" moved to the side, and his gaze turned to Sang again, "Okay, why are you taking off your clothes?" ”

Sang fanned the wind in front of his face with one hand, "It's hot, can't you feel it?" ”

"It's a ghost when it's hot, and there's a chill on his body, and he's about to die of cold." The real Zhao Zimai in the body saw Sang untie his clothes, hurriedly turned his eyes to the side, and muttered secretly. Soon, however, he realized why Sang had done so, and after snickering to himself, he waited patiently.

"Zhao Gongzi", Sang moved two inches in the direction of "Zhao Zimai", and put his arm on his arm, "Ah, Zhao Gongzi, why are you so cold?"

"Zhao Zimai" wanted to pull her hand out, but halfway through the draw, she held her palm. She clenched his hand tighter, inserted her slender fingers into his fingers, and continued, "Is it a cold, after all, that bamboo forest is cloudy and cold, and there is a lot of resentment. Heck, don't get caught up in something unclean. ”

"How so?" "Zhao Zimai" was a little panicked in his tone, "Where did the unclean things come from?" ”

Sang pursed his lips and smiled, "You ask me?" I'm going to ask you again? ”

Its voice suddenly became fierce, and its fiery red eyes narrowed into a thin slit, "How can the real Zhao Gongzi stare at a woman's chest except for his clothes, unless the one who occupies his body now is a woman at all." ”

As she said this, a hot air suddenly erupted from her palm, and the heat condensed and turned into a ball of fire, reflecting the whole room red.

The strange thing is that Zhao Zimai didn't feel the heat, his hand was obviously held by it, and the flames flowed and flew between the connected palms, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he felt unusually comfortable, and the chill that had been coiling around his body slowly drained away, and his blood, his soul, all returned. He tried to move his fingers, and found that his body was beginning to regain his control.

The real Zhao Zimai is back.

"It's not easy to have a full meal, there are many people in the bamboo forest, and it's your lair, it's not good to attack you, so I can only lead you to attach to him first......"

"Hundreds of years old ghosts are rare now, and they are much more delicious than those newly dead......

"What? Hate? He was killed by his husband before he died, and he will enter my mouth again after death...... Do you know that I am saving you, and you can only reach Bliss as soon as possible......"

"His body is good, his muscles are strong, and he is extremely weak, but with me, no one wants to get ahead of me......"

For the first time, Zhao Zimai felt that Sang's words were really many, and he didn't say much on weekdays, how could he say so much to a wronged soul?

There was a sad sound of wind in his ears, and he saw the apricot-red skirt again, like a fishtail, flashing before his eyes, and disappearing into the boundless darkness ahead.

The fire was extinguished, and only Sang's hand was still clasped tightly with his.