Qingyue Temple

In Langya Cave, the formation around the gloomy wooden coffin was lit up with red light, and the red light was like ink fountain lines, winding around the coffin.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

The coffin was moving, but it was restrained by the red beams in the formation.

Not far away, there were footsteps approaching hurriedly outside Langya Cave, but after entering the cave, they suddenly slowed down, as if they sensed something was wrong in the depths of the cave.

The sound of struggling outside the coffin stopped, and the red light disappeared.

"Squeak..." The coffin lid slowly opened.

It is going to find its prey.

Hiss.

The clothes brushed against the coffin, and it came out of the coffin.

The body is somewhat heavy and stiff.

It watched him step by step as if he was on guard for something, slowly walked into the cave, but when he saw the opened coffin lid in the cave, his expression immediately became frightened, and he hurriedly threw himself down in front of the coffin, looking at the empty coffin.

His expression became more gloomy.

what is he looking for

looking for it?

Looking at the man's frightened and angry expression, it seems that he is very worried about it?

There is an inexplicable feeling in my heart, even the thirst and hunger that run through my body seem to be temporarily satisfied.

Squinting its crimson eyes for a while, it put its hand on his shoulder, wanting to let him know that it is here, don't worry.

After being held by its hand, the man froze all over, and his originally warm body also quickly became cold.

why?

Because it's too cold?

However, don't want to let go.

He even wanted to get closer, to absorb more of the temperature on his body, the temperature in his breath, the temperature on his skin, and the temperature in his blood...

Seeing the man slowly lowering his head and looking at its hand, it suddenly felt as if the back of his hand was being ironed by the man's warm gaze, and his cold body began to warm slightly, as if the palm of his hand was dyed by the touch. on the temperature.

This faint warmth made it even more aware of its own coldness, which was unbearably cold.

It stretched out its five fingers with pointed long nails, and was happily thinking about pulling someone into its arms to keep it warm, when suddenly, it felt empty under its palm.

null……

people are missing...

gone again!

... so angry.

The figure in the cave was in a trance for a moment, and appeared at the entrance of Langya Cave. He wanted to forcefully go out again, but found that this place was the barrier between heaven and man.

Countless dark clouds formed whirlpools in the sky, the stars and the moon were all covered, as if a river of stars entered the sea, pouring into the cave. Two worlds inside and outside the cliff.

Evil energy poured in from the hole like a flood, even though the evil energy was like food to it, it still blocked its way.

It stood quietly at the entrance of the cave, looked through the solid evil spirit at the entrance of the cave, and saw him coming out of that house.

He was looking worriedly at the dark cloud in the sky, and at Langya Cave under the cloud, but he couldn't see it standing at the entrance of the cave looking at him.

He stood quite far away from it, murmuring as if to say something.

Can't hear.

It was not long before he left the door and returned to the house, which hid him from view.

can not see.

It stood for a long time in the corridor looking at no one at the entrance of the cave, and finally returned to the depths of the cave, returned to its own coffin, and closed the coffin lid.

The crimson eyes hadn't closed for a long time in the darkness, and the feeling of hunger almost drowned them all.

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Recently, I don't know what he did, and he didn't enter the evil spirit illusion for a long time.

In full reality it could no longer hold him, it could no longer touch him, it could no longer even leave the coffin in which it was confined.

It stayed in the coffin day by day, it lay quietly in it, and it couldn't get out of the coffin with its real body. Through the coffin, it watched him coming and going outside the coffin, and always didn't want to stay longer.

But it doesn't matter, if you don't come, it can already lure him from afar.

Look, here it comes in.

The drawn man hesitated at the entrance of the cave, as if wondering how he would come back after leaving, and took out a yellow talisman to burn, as if he wanted to dispel the evil spirit that was rushing into his body around him.

come in.

Come in.

Seemingly finding that there was nothing wrong with the talisman paper, he obediently walked into the cave.

Opening the darkness, it engulfed him in the newly woven web.

Behind, the yellow talisman that had just been burned, strands of ashes were floating in the air, and sparks erupted suddenly. After the sparks splashed in the void, a little bit of glass melted in the air.

Watching him walk to its coffin again, enveloped in its breath.

There was a faint burning sensation in the chest that was not beating.

He stood outside the coffin, following the strange patterns that gradually appeared on the coffin, observing bit by bit, with doubts and worries in his expression, and he even frowned.

Occasionally he would carefully observe the changes in its coffin.

Occasionally, he talks to it.

"Master, how are you doing?" Like this.

Master...

Although he doesn't know what Master is, he always calls it that.

Maybe its name is Master?

Love hearing him call it that.

Although I can't respond, I want to hear his voice and keep listening.

But he suddenly felt lonely, he didn't speak anymore, he didn't know what he thought of, he shook his head and turned around, as if he wanted to leave.

... so angry.

Always leave, why can't you stay with it all the time.

"Squeak..." It pushed down the coffin lid angrily.

Outside the coffin, the person who had already turned around stopped, hesitated for a moment before looking back, and found that the coffin that was making noise behind him didn't seem to have moved before walking up.

It looked at him, so close it could touch him if it tore the coffin apart.

He seemed to be frightened, and carefully inspected along the cracks in the coffin, as if he wanted to see if there were any cracks.

So cute……

But what is cute?

Well, it should be a kind of food, it thought.

Only, it's not cute anytime soon.

"Master, I'm leaving. I'll come see you tomorrow." Nothing was found, and he quickly raised his head to bid farewell and leave again.

……

Why, can't you stay with him...

Why keep going...

Under the fiery red coffin, evil spirits slanted in all directions like water, almost condensing into substance, forming shadows and black threads, entangled round and round towards him who was about to leave with his back to the coffin.

He couldn't move all of a sudden.

The cold black silk thread continuously bound him, it stepped out of the coffin, and gradually approached him.

Keep getting closer.

He seemed cold, and as he got closer, it could clearly see his back stiffened by the cold.

The sound of the heartbeat came through the thin body, making it even more lovely, controlling the evil spirits to penetrate into the blood vessels of his body and flow to his heart.

Stretching out its hand, it finally hugged him in its arms as it wished. Its long purple-black nails pressed against his chest. Because of its slightly agitated emotions, it became sharper and sharper, as if it could penetrate it with just a little more force. Skin, touching the warm heartbeat under his chest.

So warm, very warm.

Feeling the stiff and immobile body under him, staying in his arms honestly with the warmth of a living person, it feels more and more satisfied, and satisfaction is just more greed.

Its crimson eyes were as red as drinking wine.

thirsty……

Unusual thirst...

The temperature in the arms is obviously so comfortable, but it seems to carry a fire that can burn people. The closer you get, the more your throat feels dry by the flames.

Unable to bear it, he was approaching.

The waterfall-like long hair poured down with its bowed posture, flowing down from the neck of the prey.

Watching this scene, its eyes became more and more dangerously red, and couldn't help it, the fangs in its mouth popped out, sharply piercing the blood vessels on the side of the prey's neck.

The delicious blood flowed into the mouth, almost instantly awakening all the dead cells in its body, all of them were greedily sucking his blood, wanting to take him as their own.

"Master, Master..."

The weak call of the prey swayed into the ears, and the rationality that was almost intoxicated by the delicious food was pulled back instantly, and there was an inexplicable guilt in an instant.

Hiding the sharp fangs in its mouth, it carefully licked the wound it made.

Well, it doesn't hurt to lick.

I don't know why, after being licked by it twice, his reaction seems to be even bigger, and his scalp is about to explode.

why?Does it have barbs on its tongue?

While wondering, he saw that he had already struggled to free its hand.

It disappeared behind his back. After watching him break free from it, he stood there with a confused face. He stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his neck that had just been bitten. There were still two healing wounds on it, but the blood stains on the wound Has been licked away.

So cute……

Watching him touch the wound from its bite, the thirst that had just subsided began to burn its sanity again.

ate him.

ate him.

The crimson eyes were like fire, and they were fixed on those who watched around the coffin.

"Master, is that you? Are you there?" The little cutie who was bitten by it just now didn't seem to be angry, and knocked on the coffin lid to call it.

It looked at him quietly without responding, and saw him yelling to the surroundings, and his voice wafted everywhere in the cave. This feeling made it feel very good, and it even almost caught up with the feeling of sucking his blood.

The thirst in his heart gradually subsided under his voice, but what was replaced was an emptiness that could not be filled more and more.

Hope to hug him, hope that he is lying beside it, hope that he does not go anywhere, hope that he is closer, calling it in its ear.

After calling for a while, no one responded, and he returned to the coffin, touching the coffin lid with his hands, as if he wanted to push the coffin lid away, but hesitated.

It smiled slightly, scratched lightly with its long and pointed nails, and the coffin lid moved by itself when he was hesitating, creaking and opening in front of him, he seemed to be a little frightened, and then saw the empty space. A coffin of one thing.

Seeing the astonishment on his face, it slowly stretched out its hand, retracted the sharp edges of its nails, touched his back with its cold hands, and pushed gently.

He immediately fell into the coffin.

"Hey..." It also lay down in the coffin, closed the lid, and trapped him in its own coffin.