The second floor of the house is almost finished, and the structure here is very similar to the structure of our rural house, there is a small living room on the second floor, and then there are rooms around it. The only difference is that there is no bathroom in the room in the countryside, and the bathroom is placed in the room here. It's also fashionable.

There are four rooms on the second floor, and near the stairs is a small room, which is estimated to be a utility room. There is also a relatively large one, which should be a children's room, and the master bedroom does not need to be thought of at all, it is on the opposite side of the house, and rural houses can be like this. And the master bedroom will generally be large. I gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and moonlight poured in through the large open window. I can basically see the situation in the room.

This room is at least more than 30 square meters, and if you add a bathroom, it can be more than 40 square meters. The bathroom next to the door is also made like a rural land that does not cost money, a full ten square meters. The decoration here is the same as downstairs, it is a black, white and gray design, which should be the style chosen by Zong Sheng himself.

The room has a large white bed, a white closet, a white table, and a white stool. The main color is white, and occasionally a few points of black are also used as embellishments.

I exhaled slowly, there was no one, he wasn't here. I was still a little unwilling, so I took out my phone and dialed the number again, and the prompt came to turn it off. Where the hell did he go? Back to your hometown? No way, he, like me, doesn't like that village, and he won't even think about going back even if he stays in a hotel outside.

I exited the room and was about to close the door when I felt the wind blowing through the window. When decorating the house, the doors and windows will be opened and ventilated. But now it's a big night, and looking at the moon in the sky, maybe it will rain in the middle of the night or in the early morning.

Our climate here is characterized by this, it often rains at three or four o'clock in the morning, and the weather clears at five or six o'clock. Thinking that the newly bought little table might be drenched in the rain, even if I didn't think of it as my home, I would have been kind enough to close the window for him.

As I walked to the window, I saw a foot sticking out on the other side of the bed.

Someone is still sitting on the floor on the other side of the bed! I chuckled in my heart, and walked over quickly, and the one lying on the ground, curled up, turned out to be Zong Sheng!

"Zong Sheng!" I let out a low breath and immediately crouched down and pulled him up. The bed was next to him, so why didn't he sit on the floor like this? How many days has he been here? I had a lot of questions in my mind, but he was already in a coma and couldn't give me any answer.

"Zong Sheng, Zong Sheng! Wake up! It took all my strength to sit him up. This man, who doesn't look fat, why is he so heavy?

Dragging, dragging hard, and it took a few minutes before I dragged him to bed. Now that he is in this state, he can't call the workers below to help, who knows what will happen? It's better to wake him up first.

I patted him on the face: "Zong Sheng? Zong Sheng? I put my hand under his nose and probed it, as if he was still angry, but it was very weak. Where did he get hurt?

I looked at his whole body, there was no wound, I pulled his collar, the scar on his collarbone still didn't change like that, why did he fall unconscious?

I patted my hand on him to see if I could find anything useful. He was wearing those army-green multi-pocket cargo pants, with pockets everywhere and stuff everywhere. I flipped it all out. There were small compasses, red threads, copper coins, incense wrapped up in red paper, mud in small pockets, peach nails, and small brushes, and many other things I didn't recognize.

I whispered, "Is this going to be a jingle cat?" Anything can be decorated. Hey, do you want to take you to the hospital? ”

After asking this sentence, I was stunned for a moment. How is it possible to send him to the hospital? The last time he scratched his own hand, the next day he was so good that there was no scar at all, if he was sent to the hospital, the people in the hospital still didn't call the police, or reported to the research institute and sent him to an autopsy?

What should I do if I don't go to the hospital?

By the way, he said he came to me because he was injured, and my qi could make him recover. I've always felt that the sensations he entered my body in my dreams should be something he should be able to feel, if that's the case, the time I fell asleep at the front desk before, was sucked by him and was exhausted, and then Shen Jien burned the top of my head with yin incense, will it also affect him?

I hurriedly hugged his head and rummaged through his shorter hair. Really! On the top of his head, there were two small traces of incense. He wouldn't have been in a coma because he was scalded by Shen Jien!

Now, what am I going to do? Keep letting him breathe in me?

I figured this out, hurried over and closed the door, locked it, then took off my shoes and lay down beside him.

"That's fine. Zong Sheng, if you want to inhale my breath, just suck it, don't kill me. Wake up, you think something is going to happen. ”

I lay down next to him, closed my eyes, didn't I just sleep and dream? Afraid of what?

But why haven't I fallen asleep after lying down for so long? I used to be able to fall asleep in a daze just while sitting, and he would appear in the darkness. But now I try to relax myself, and I try hard to sleep, but I can't sleep at all.

I propped up my head and looked at Zong Sheng, who was clearly unconscious next to me: "Hey, how can I let you breathe in my breath?" Ay! ”

By the way, blood, the first few times, I drank his blood, and on the day I drank his blood, it was as if it was easy for him to enter my body.

I grabbed his hand, it was white, but it wasn't silky, it had a thick callus. I chose the back of my hand, where he had scratched himself last time. He can cut his fingernails straight out of his mouth, but I can't. I rummaged through the room for a while before I found an uninstalled screw in a drawer under the bed.

"Zong Sheng, you bear with me, I can only use this screw to scratch you now. I don't have a knife, and I don't have your nails. "I was so ruthless that I paddled hard. I feel like I've pushed hard. But there was only a red mark on the back of his hand.

Biting his lip and looking at him, his face didn't change at all. I struck again, this time, I didn't look away, I was ruthless, and with a hard effort, blood really came out.

Looking at the skin that I had scratched, oozing blood, I took a few deep breaths and held my breath, then took his hand and put it in my mouth. The smell of blood permeated the air.

Didn't Shen Jien say that Zong Sheng was a ghost? But he has blood, and I'm still drinking it. He's a ghost, but he's definitely a big living person.

My chick complex has affected me again.

Putting down his hand, there was still the smell of his blood in his mouth, and he was lying on the bed without changing at all. I suddenly felt like crying. I've tried so hard to do these things, but nothing has worked. He's not going to just die, is he? He was scalded by Shen Jien to be like this, so how much can I think I hurt him, I...

"Zong Sheng, you must not be fine. You, if you really become a ghost, I, how can I tell your grandmother? "I was so anxious that I cried, and I always felt that if he really died, it would be considered that I had killed him.

When you cry, you feel so tired that you just want to close your eyes. I ended up falling on top of him crying and falling asleep.

In the dark, in the darkness, there is also his breath. I can feel that the person holding me is Zong Sheng, and I can also feel that the strength in my body is passing, getting more and more tired, really tired. I worked hard to say a word: "Zong Sheng, live well." I know you're alive. ”

I'm really tired, I'm so tired that I don't have any consciousness at all.

When I heard it again, it was an old man's voice that said, "Her breath is so weak that she almost died." Are you trying to kill her? She's dead, and you won't live for a few days. ”

Zong Sheng's voice said, "Isn't she not dead? Grandfather. ”