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After watching the picture transmitted by the system to his brain, Su Kui was silent.

It's not uncomfortable, it's only a little pity, although in the original book, Xi Chun's fate was changed because of Xiang Ru, and even died because of her.

But which is right and which is wrong, she, who is purely brushing the task, has reservations.

Yang Xiaoman pushed the door from outside wet and entered, sat on the bed with a confused ass, trembling and in a daze.

Su Kui glanced at her and didn't speak. The big round eyes looked extremely condensed, and she stared at Yang Xiaoman fixedly, or rather, she should be staring at the things on her back.

The blood stains on the white hospital gown, the originally delicate face was blurred by jumping off the building, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and it looked extremely terrifying.

It's Xiang Ru.

She looked at it in a daze, maybe her gaze was not disguised at all, Xiang Ru on Yang Xiaoman's back slowly reached out to hold up his head that could not be supported due to breaking his neck bone, and slowly grinned at Su Kui, smiling coldly.

Scarlet blood oozed from her mouth.

"Tick, tick—"

fell on Yang Xiaoman's face, Yang Xiaoman rubbed his arms in hindsight, opened his eyes that were swollen like walnuts, and touched his forehead, which was clean and nothing.

Why, then, did she clearly feel the liquid dripping on her face just now?

"The deceased is gone, mourn, Yang Xiaoman, you go take a hot bath and change your clothes first, you will catch a cold."

Yang Xiaoman nodded stiffly, got up and walked to the bathroom with a tired look.

Su Kui stopped her from behind, "Wait." ”

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoman turned around, but he couldn't lift his spirits.

Su Kui followed, raised his hand and gently stroked her, pursed his lips and said, "You have something on you, I'll help you take it down, it's okay now, go ahead." With that, he slapped her on the back and pushed her into the bathroom.

When he turned around and closed the door, Yang Xiaoman looked at Su Kui's empty hand suspiciously, what was it?

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There was a rattling sound in the bathroom, and Su Kui sat in the old seat, and God was using her fingertips to flick the pages of the weird story collection she often read on the desk.

The cold breath gradually surrounded her, and the pages of the book were blown to the sound of hunting.

Su Kui squinted his eyes and looked back nonchalantly, "You want to kill Yang Xiaoman?" ”

There were strange fluctuations in the air, Xiang Ru was sitting on her original bed, her legs with both kneecaps shattered were swinging, her head drooping in front of her chest, and she was staring at her tightly with her eyes rolled.

"Cheng Xichun, what the hell are you doing!"

"Me?" Su Kui raised his eyebrows and snorted, "If I say that I specialize in catching ghosts and eliminating evil and promoting good in the world, do you believe me?" ”

"I believe it."

"Oh?" This time, Su Kui was curious, "Do you believe it?" ”

"Hehehehe, I believe it, so you have to die!!" She suddenly became irritable, the air was filled with blood, and her hands became claws, and she struck at her white and fragile neck with lightning speed, and choked her neck fiercely.

There were bloody tears in the eyes that only left the whites of the eyes, and "pop, pop" fell on Su Kui's face, lined with a snow-white background, which was especially eye-catching.

"If you know this, why don't you save me? I **** can't sleep well every night, you see it in your eyes, and you're secretly laughing at me, right? Yes?! ”

The strength of his hands was even greater, and his fingertips slammed into Su Kui's flesh.