Ning Weichen helped him treat his wounds, and he helped Ning Weichen relieve his loss of control. Win-win.

Ye Sheng only took the initiative one step, and he regretted it a little later.

The kiss was so deep that he frowned in pain.

The discoloration in Ning Weichen's eyes slowly faded, he lowered his head, his breath was hot, and sprinkled on Ye Sheng's face.

Ye Sheng grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away, panting lightly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Recovered from the state of ghostly confusion and completely sobered.

Ye Sheng avoided his gaze, was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "We may be able to help each other." ”

Ning Weichen was careless and repeated his words: "Help each other? ”

Ye Sheng: "Hmm. ”

Ning Weichen smiled: "What level of mutual help?" ”

Ye Sheng: "......"

Ning Weichen knew that he was blank for many things now, so he didn't continue to ask anything, the kiss that Ye Sheng took the initiative just now made his brain a little confused now, and he watched Ye Sheng leave his side in silence.

After Ye Sheng's body was no longer in pain, tiredness and sleepiness came up like a tide. He lowered his eyelashes, pulled a piece of paper from the bedside table, and wiped the blood from both hands. In the process of wiping the fingers on the back of his hand, Ye Sheng spoke: "Ning Weichen, I am starting to believe a little now, maybe we were really a couple before." "Otherwise, he wouldn't keep making exceptions and making exceptions.

Ning Weichen looked at him calmly.

Ye Sheng threw the paper into the trash can and said, "But I'm really tired now, let's talk about it tomorrow." ”

He was really tired, thinking at high intensity for a day and a night, running around, and confronting, Ye Sheng felt that he could sleep with a pillow.

He didn't realize that his tone was a little affectionate, Ye Sheng casually brushed the hair on the front of his forehead, only intending to unbutton the upper two buttons of his shirt.

Ning Weichen said lightly behind him: "Take off your clothes." ”

Ye Sheng was a little stunned.

Ning Weichen said: "With clothes, your injuries won't heal." ”

"......" Ye Sheng couldn't help but feel awkward and began to unbutton his clothes.

When he took off his shirt, he knew that Ning Weichen had been watching from behind.

The dim light shone on the boy's shoulder. When one hand is withdrawn, the shirt slips off, revealing the bare half of the back. The young man lowered his head, his waist was thin, his temperament was as cold as a sword, and the red butterflies on his shoulders burned like fire.

Ye Sheng only took off his shirt, and he was only seriously injured by his upper body. Although the landlord picks the door, he is still very concerned about the cleanliness of things. If you are afraid that the cup sheets will become moldy, wash them from time to time.

At least when Ye Sheng lay down, he smelled the fragrance of laundry detergent, which was completely different from the surrounding environment.

Ning Weichen closed the window.

Ye Sheng really fell asleep as he expected. His vigilance was beside Ning Weichen, and he would involuntarily lower his head, and his head sank into a soft pillow, the night of Changming Mansion was very quiet, and the bustling noise of the city was far away, Ye Sheng closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

The outside of the Changming Mansion is indeed quiet.

But not inside.

The woman downstairs pulled her neck out as hard as she could, her cloak twisting upwards, and with a weird smile on her face, trying to poke her head into the top floor. But after sensing a terrifying coercion, he immediately retracted like a spring.

The moment Ning Weichen closed the window.

On the first, second, third, and fourth floors, all the strange noises and blood-colored figures were isolated from the top floor.

Chapter 107: Strange City (7)

Because of the landlord's stinginess, the lights of Changming Mansion were turned off on time at eleven o'clock every night.

This crooked tube building has a high wall fixed to the east, and the remaining three sides, northwest, south, and west, run through a circular corridor. There are four households on the first floor, sharing a public restroom. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, the road is narrow, and the basins and buckets for washing are all piled up in front, so crowded that people can't find a place to stay.

On the second floor, 201 lives a couple, and the woman is a curly-haired woman who pushes open the window and talks to everyone during the day. Her boyfriend is a gangster who graduated from junior high school, wanders around collecting protection money, and comes home late every day.

301 on the third floor is a middle-aged couple, both of whom are farmers who have moved from the countryside to the city to work. The woman runs a breakfast cart, gets up early day and night, and takes care of the housework. Men are idle, doing nothing at home except eating or sleeping. Their son is in elementary school, and in order to allow his son to study with peace of mind, the couple also rented 302, and the wife usually sleeps with the child at night.

Living next door to 303 is a young man who works and has just been laid off by the company some time ago.

The few people who were added in the back, the two brothers Yang Zong and Yang Bai lived in 401, and the desire demon and his little lover lived in 402. There is one room for the demon follower, and one room for Luo Xingyan. After living in the Changming Mansion, everyone thought that they had found shelter and put their minds at ease.

Next to it are a series of high-rise buildings that surround the entire apartment.

After the lights of Changming Mansion went out at night, it was so dark that he couldn't see his five fingers.

Yang Zong took off his shoes and went to bed, lay down in a comfortable quilt, his body relaxed, and the fatigue of the day turned into lazy sleep.

Yang Bai slept next to him, hesitated for a long time and then spoke: "Brother, do you think it's really safe here?" ”

Yang Zong: "Hongmao said that it was safe here, and he would never lie to us." He is the strongest of us, and there is no other way but to believe in him. ”

He really didn't want to go to the outside city and be chased by ghosts. When they came to this world yesterday, they heard a cry, and when they walked over, they saw a squatting and crying girl at the foot of the street lamp, with a slender back and a ponytail tied with a rubber band. When they first arrived, the two brothers were terrified and tried to call her. As a result, the girl turned around, and the front was still a ponytail.

The brothers were so frightened that their hair almost stood on end.

They are supernatural beings, and they must have seen ghosts, but the female ghost in the white dress is too weird. She had no hands or feet, her white dress was stained with blood, the front and back were the same, and she didn't make a sound, just approaching them gloomily.

Yang Zong touched his arm coldly and said, "It's so evil, what kind of place is this?" Why we're here, and how we're going to get out. ”

Yesterday they braved the rain to run through the streets and alleys, and met countless heretics along the way. Cat-faced granny, conjoined people, headless corpses, big-headed dolls, anyway, the whole city is a blood-colored grotesque world. If they hadn't met Luo Xingyan, they might have been chased and crushed to death by the headless corpse driving the truck.

Yang Bai let out a long sigh: "I don't know, fortunately, this mansion looks like normal people." ”

Yang Zong also sighed: "Alas, I hope there will be a clue to go out when I wake up tomorrow." Go to sleep. ”

"Okay."

Yang Zong was worried for a day, and immediately snored and fell asleep.

Yang Bai's awakening ability is largely in the audio-visual aspect, although it can't reach the level of perspective, but he can clearly perceive something in the dark. For example, when he closes his eyes, he always feels that something in the room is watching him.

Those cold and numb gazes woke him up, and Yang Bai opened his eyes gaspingly, but he could only vaguely see the bare ceiling in the darkness.

Yang Bai's breath was unsteady and his body trembled, he suspected that this was his hallucination, and forced himself to close his eyes again. But I felt a little sleepy, and the feeling of being stared at came back strongly, impenetrable and overwhelming. He felt that his bed was full of "people", and there were also "people" lying on the ceiling, and all faces were peeping at him.

Yang Bai trembled and grabbed the quilt, opened his eyes suddenly, and found nothing.

Is there anyone else in the room? No, ghosts and the like are F-class heretics, and they can't be invisible.

Yang Bai touched Yang Zong's arm in fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, brother, do you have ......?"

It's just that Yang Bai's words haven't finished yet, and a voice comes from outside the window. Someone was knocking on their window, or rather, it was more like a knock than a knock.

401's curtains had long since broken and could not be pulled together, revealing a three-finger-wide gap.

Yang Bai looked over there and saw a woman's face trying to squeeze in between the gaps in the curtains. It was the woman who greeted them during the day! Her bright red lips became more pronounced at night, and her skin was pale and odd. The neck is infinitely elongated, as thin as a kite string. Wavy curls hunt and fly, like a floating balloon.

Now the human head balloon is gently hitting their window.

Sensing Yang Bai's fear, the woman's dark eyes rolled, and he showed a weird smile.

Yang Bai was so frightened that he wanted to scream loudly, but he completely lost consciousness behind him.

Yang Zong was asleep, and he felt that someone had stepped on him, got out of bed, and walked to the window.

Footsteps sounded, and he thought his brother had forgotten to close the window.

It's not just 401 tonight.

The desire demon chose to live with his little lover in order to vent his physical desires. He touched the woman's soft waist and thought: Forget it, the woman still sleeps comfortably, and there is no need to risk your life to try it.

Putting aside what they had in their minds, after the two of them turned over the clouds and rain for a while, the demon was comfortable, pushed the woman away, and fell on the bed in a large shape. The bed in the ten-square-meter room was also small, and the woman could only curl up in a very small corner. She hugged her body, looking frightened and remorseful. I regret why I was so greedy, and I should have left with my body to make some money. Why do you want to hit the idea on biological agents and follow others into dangerous places?

Now she can't wait to hold her thighs all the time, she doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to die.

The woman cried, and in the middle of the night she was about to fall asleep, when she suddenly heard a voice outside the door.

"Beauty, have you slept?"

It's the man during the day.

The man said, "There are a lot of mosquitoes here in Changming Mansion at night, and you just moved here." I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so I'll send you some toilet water and mosquito incense, and you can open the door for me. ”

His voice is calm and happy, and he is completely like a kind and simple middle-aged uncle.

In the spring and summer evenings, there are indeed a lot of mosquitoes, at least the women have fine skin and tender flesh, and their arms and thighs have been bitten countless bags. It hurt and itched, and she couldn't sleep at all.

…… There should be normal people in this mansion.

The woman clasped her arms, took out her mobile phone, got dressed, and carefully got out of bed, intending to open the door.

What she didn't know was. She thought that the honest and optimistic man was now standing outside her door, with his whole face against the door, and he tried his best to stuff his eyes into the cat's eye. The middle-aged man's fat body during the day is even more bloated at night, like a corpse that has been soaked in water for three days after drowning. His eyes were blue, his eye sockets were sunken, he looked overindulgent, and his eyes were full of blood-red fanaticism.

Luo Xingyan didn't sleep at 404 at all tonight, and the S-level executive didn't have a high need for sleep, and the time was pressing. As soon as the lights of the mansion went out, he went out to investigate the young man on the second floor who had not shown up. If this is the most dangerous place in the grotesque city, it also means that this is where the story takes place. Could the story king be in this building, and which tenant is he?

"Brother Luo!" But as soon as Luo Xingyan came out of 404, he was entangled.

It's the youth of 403 next door.

The young man had diarrhea in the middle of the night, and he didn't dare to go to the toilet alone, so he wanted to have a companion. He stood in front of Luo Xingyan's door, and was about to knock on the door, but the door opened. The young man was overjoyed: "Brother Luo, where are you going, are you going to the toilet too?" ”

Luo Xingyan gritted his toothpick and looked at this demonic little follower.

He didn't like to carry a drag oil bottle when he was on a mission, so he smiled and said, "I'll go to the old woman to bargain." ”

The young man's face turned pale, but he was still afraid to please him: "Brother Luo, I'll come with you." ”

Luo Xingyan didn't have anything to bite, he was very unhappy, so he followed casually. After he came to this world, he lost all perception of the supernatural value, and he didn't know if this was one of the rules of the story king. The attendant took out his mobile phone to illuminate it, and when he went down from the fourth floor to the third floor, they saw a sitting black figure at the entrance of the stairway. "Holy!" The attendant was so frightened that he almost threw away his phone. Luo Xingyan grinded his toothpicks, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the boy sitting at the top of the stairs doing his homework, as if he was the son of the couple.

"What are you doing here, little brat?" Luo Xingyan has lost the ability to judge heresy, and naturally he will not let his guard down against anyone.

The child ignored him, he held his schoolbag, put it on his lap, bent over his head, and used a pencil to write in a regular manner on the Tianzi book.

The attendant trembled: "Luo Luoluo, Luo Ge, or let's go back." ”

Luo Xingyan said: "Go back to a fart." ”

Luo Xingyan walked over and asked condescendingly, "Are you here alone?" ”

Where the little boy was sitting, the faint light of the street lamp shone in through the window, illuminating him. Luo Xingyan blocked the light, the little boy couldn't see clearly, and finally raised his head from the homework book and stared at him numbly.

Luo Xingyan asked again: "Why don't you write your homework in the room, you have to write it here." ”

The boy muffled, "At eleven o'clock, the landlord will turn off the lights." ”

Luo Xingyan said: "Do you have a lot of homework, and you haven't finished it yet." ”

The boy shook his head: "They're too noisy for me to write." ”