The old man's thirst for money seems to be engraved into the bones of his soul, superficial, vulgar, greedy, treacherous, revealing the breath of a god stick from the inside to the outside and from top to bottom, but he is very good to him.

A liar who can't see ghosts, doesn't believe in divine powers, and will be shocked by his abilities, but can always pull out a mess for him.

The mystery of coming, the mystery of leaving.

23:57。 The train travels through the mountains and passes through a city, and the scattered lights look like falling stars.

Give Xiaofang enough time to relieve her emotions, and the time is almost up.

Ye Sheng withdrew from his memories and stuffed the eyeball back into Xiao Fang's hand.

"Don't cry." Ye Sheng said: "I'll help you restore your integrity." ”

It stands to reason that Ye Sheng should laugh at this time and add some affinity, but he couldn't laugh, so he pursed his lips and was silent.

The thin boy stood under the incandescent lamp, his shadow stretched.

Ye Sheng's facial features are very good-looking, his apricot eyes are deep and cold, and his lips are light red, which can be called exquisite, but he is always cut off by an overly sharp temperament, making him extremely cold and withdrawn.

At this time, he admired Ning Weichen very much.

Ning Weichen is the opposite of him.

He couldn't disguise the smile, Ning Weichen could easily hook the corners of his lips and smile ten thousand meanings. And the peach blossom eyes are affectionate, and when you gaze at people, it seems that you are the only one in the world.

Although Ye Sheng has always felt that this look is disgusting, he has to admit that this kind of contagion makes Ning Weichen's whole person carry a deadly brilliance and mystery.

In just three days, he didn't know how many kinds of Ning Weichen's personality he had experienced. This young man from a prominent family is far from being as innocent and harmless as he appears.

Along the way, he was warm and considerate, coquettish, aggrieved, silent and sad, and his emotions progressed perfectly, but none of them were true.

The real Ning Weichen may be in the understated dialogue that night.

frivolous, dangerous, and unscrupulous.

“……”

These 44 carriages are really unlucky, there is no normal person.

Ye Sheng regretted it countless times, why did he get into this car.

"I'll let her come out of the mirror when I'm trading with the baby girl. I can subdue her temporarily, you hurry up and sew her into your belly. ”

Ye Sheng took out the red talisman, he didn't look at it carefully when the old man gave it to him before, and now Ye Sheng found that there was a circle of pale gold words in the upper right corner of the talisman. The dragon flies and dances like a scribbled signature that reads, "Missionary."

Missionary? What a strange name.

Ye Sheng raised his eyebrows.

When the old man gave it to him, his face ached, and he kept shouting how precious and hard-won this red talisman was, and he wanted him to cherish it.

…… It can be regarded as a good use to save the lives of this carload of people.

"You hide first."

Ye Sheng bowed his head and said to Xiao Fang.

Xiao Fang still had blood-colored tears on her face, her fingers grabbed her clothes nervously, and she nodded lightly to Ye Sheng. She pulled a silver embroidery needle out of the pocket of her shirt and pulled out a ball of black thread.

Seeing this, Ye Sheng turned around and turned off the light in the toilet.

00：00。

The vision went dark.

Ye Sheng stood in front of the mirror in the toilet.

His own face was reflected in the mirror, from top to bottom, eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, lips, everything was extremely familiar.

The skin on Ye Sheng's neck is very white, and under the cold glow, it is like a piece of snow sinking into his clothes, and the black T-shirt makes the collarbone particularly eye-catching. The young man's shoulders were thin, and a few strands of black hair hung down, covering the sharp and beautiful side face, and everywhere was the youth and straightness that had grown at the age of seventeen.

Ye Sheng and himself in the mirror looked at each other.

The glass-like eyes glowed with a cold glow of inorganics.

After a while, he saw two small blood-colored handprints appear on the mirror, like animal pus. This time, the fetus was visibly anxious, lying on the mirror like a gecko, her body red and wrinkled, and the stitches on her belly twisted like centipedes.

"Give it to me! Give it to me! ”

The fetal girl also seemed to feel the breath of her "sister", and the resentment and hatred in her eyes were about to turn into black water and be revealed.

Ye Sheng said: "When you come out of the mirror, I'll give it to you." ”

The fetal girl's tone was sharp: "Give it to me!" ”

Ye Sheng's tone was cold: "Come out." ”

Wow -

The fetal girl made a weird and piercing sound on the mirror, and finally glanced at Ye Sheng hatefully. It seemed that the ant could not do anything to her, so she slowly crawled out. Her umbilical cord had not yet been cut, and it was dragging on the ground, bleeding black blood in a row.

The fetus opened her mouth, showing three rows of fine and dense teeth, and said greedily and hungrily, "Give me my sister quickly!" ”

Ye Sheng took out the quarter-palm-sized dead baby from his pocket.

The fetus suddenly screamed and rushed over.

When her heart was burning, Ye Sheng quickly pulled out the red talisman, dotted her own blood, and quickly pasted it on the fetus girl.

The fetus was stunned, then curled the corners of her lips strangely, and sneered: "Do you think I am the same as those fools? Want to use this against me? ”

She stretched out her arm to tear the talisman off.

The red talisman began to ignite from the edge, but the fetal girl didn't care about the flames at all, and her eyes were full of contempt.

She tore the red talisman off her face and smiled at Ye Sheng with an extremely twisted and vicious smile.

"You're damned!"

Ye Sheng did not speak.

The flames burned all the way, and finally burned to the word "missionary" on the red talisman.

The moment the handwriting of "Chuan" burned, a cyan light suddenly illuminated the entire toilet!

The fetal girl's smile froze and twisted in the light, and she looked up in disbelief.

Rumble.

Ye Sheng smelled a smell of belonging to a Buddhist temple in the green light.

In the sandalwood smoke, all kinds of flowers are fragrant, and lotus, water lilies, lilies, and orchids are mixed and blended, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. These are obviously flowers for the Buddha, holy and clean, but Ye Sheng instinctively noticed that something was wrong in them. It's too fragrant, it's too weird. Even the word "missionary" revealed a mad, twisted power in the panic.

The fetal girl was also suppressed by this force. Her limbs curled up in a cloud of blue light, unable to move, and angry.

But Ye Sheng noticed that the fragrance was gradually fading, and it couldn't trap the fetus for long.

Ye Sheng tilted his head: "Xiaofang." ”

Xiao Fang had already torn her belly open crying, she looked at the empty belly, thinking of the lost child and the cripple she had been all along. couldn't help but feel sad from it, tears flowed endlessly, and I almost couldn't hold the embroidery needle steadily.

Hearing Ye Sheng call her, Xiao Fang stepped forward, she looked at the fetus girl who was trapped by Qingguang, opened her mouth, but her ignorant and sad eyes showed sweet tenderness.

Child. She lost a child, and God gave her another child.

She'll sew it back into the womb.

So that she is complete.

Xiao Fang stretched out her hand to grab the fetal girl, who looked at the needle and thread in her hand, vaguely sensed what Xiao Fang was going to do, and screamed violently, retreating step by step, but was restrained by the preacher's incense and could not move.

A wrinkled, reddened face was distorted.

Hmph.

Xiao Fang hummed happily and began to thread the needle.

She was angry at the man who had ruined her collection, but if she had been her own child, then she would have forgiven her.

The fetus is in a crippled state, and her ability is similar to that of Xiaofang, and if she is sewn into this needle, she will never think of it again.

She looked at Ye Sheng's eyes and screamed: "If I die, she will wake up soon!" Do you think she's something good! She'll kill you too! She still has four babies in her belly! She's even scarier than me! ”

Ye Sheng reacted, and the fetus was talking about her "sister".

He lowered his head and looked at the stillborn in his hand. Ye Sheng immediately touched the stillborn belly with his fingers. He hadn't noticed when he took her out of the sauerkraut jar, but now he found it. The stillborn baby's stomach was very hard, and it looked like a pebble had been buried inside.

"Hmph."

Xiao Fang has already stuffed the fetus into her belly. Her body swelled, and the tear in her abdomen was just big enough to put a newborn skinny baby, and Xiao Fang held her belly and began to stitch it.

Silver needles pass through the flesh, and each stitch seems to have the ability to heal wounds, reuniting flesh and blood.

At the last moment when the belly was stitched, the fetal girl suddenly let out a loud scream!

But Xiaofang patted her stomach seriously and told her child to be quiet.

She was so happy that she quickly threw aside the needle and thread in her hand, and happily touched her bulging belly like a mother who was nine months pregnant.

Witness this absurd but harmonious scene.

Ye Sheng closed his eyes, and after realizing that the cold sweat had wet his clothes, his nerves that had been tense finally relaxed.

Ye Sheng didn't look back and walked out.

The fetus said that this sister would wake up soon, hoping to survive before the people of the unnatural bureau.

He is just an ordinary enthusiastic citizen who does not want to be investigated or rewarded. I just want to think that after this unfortunate adventure, there is no more derailment in life. Ye Sheng decided to return the object to its original owner, put the fetal girl's sister back in the altar, and let the Unnatural Bureau find it by himself, and he went back to sleep as if nothing had happened.

Ye Sheng didn't turn on the lights, and with his excellent night vision ability, he squatted in front of Li Jianyang's pile of messy items, pinched his nose and opened a sauerkraut jar.

Ye Sheng took out the dead baby and wanted to put it in the jar, but found that he couldn't put it in.

The mouth of the altar has become smaller?

Wrong.

He froze, looking down at something in his hand that was not human, but like a bloody mass of flesh. Thinking of the words of the fetal girl, I suddenly felt a chill floating around my body.

- It's not that the mouth of the altar has become smaller, but that this "sister" has become bigger.

After the death of my sister. She began to grow up.

“……”

Ye Sheng held back the discomfort and planned to rudely stuff the dead baby into the jar, but the baby's head was too big and stuck in half, and he couldn't get it in. At the same time, Ye Sheng felt that his fingertips were being licked and bitten by something thin.