Boss, do you have a guess?

Bai Wangchuan obviously ran over directly.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his little face, which was originally fair, was now a little red because of his shortness of breath.He raised his head and looked at Qu Mo who was much taller than him. He was about to take a big breath after saying a word, but he was still anxiously concerned about the latter's safety.

This behavior made Qu Mo feel that a very secret part of his heart was suddenly warmed up.The confusion that kept him from waking up for the last time was also swept away, replaced by a kind of joy that should not appear at this time, stimulated by the emotion in those eyes.

He smiled, and brought Bai Wangchuan into the house.

He took out a paper towel to wipe his sweat from the paper tube on the table, and then said with a little helplessness: "I'm sure I'm fine, but you, are you exhausted from running all the way here?"

Bai Wangchuan waved his hand to indicate that it doesn't matter.

Qu Mo poured him a glass of water.

Bai Wangchuan was not too polite, took it and drank it down.Then, without waiting for Qu Mo to say anything, he took a deep breath and said, "I thought this in your stomach was not something important, but I only found out yesterday that this is what killed that girl." Son."

He finished speaking in one breath, and Qu Mo was confused.

But Qu Mo didn't have a chance to ask questions, so he rummaged through his gray cloth bag and came to a firm conclusion: "I have to deliver your baby early, please cooperate and find a place to lie down first." let's go."

Qu Mo's originally intended to cooperate smile froze on his face for a moment.Even the matter of "the girl was killed" didn't plan to ask any more questions, but just looked at Bai Wangchuan in embarrassment, his lips quivered and trembled, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

But within a few seconds of this delay, Bai Wangchuan had already pulled out a short knife from his backpack.The blade is about as long as the forearm, and there is a scarlet scabbard on it, the whole body is the same color, there is not much carving.

Looking up and seeing that Qu Mo didn't move, he immediately frowned, and said a little unhappy: "Hurry up, every minute you are late, you are in danger for every minute. Besides, his master is dead now, I want to get rid of him, he Maybe if you are in a bad mood, you will jump over the wall in a hurry!"

"no……"

Qu Mo is a little innocent.

His gaze swept over Bai Wangchuan's face, and then stopped on the knife.After holding back for a long time, I finally asked without moving: "You said delivery, where did you cut it?"

Bai Wangchuan swung the knife and pointed directly at his lower abdomen.

Qu Mo swallowed, feeling that the little Taoist priest who could be seen and touched was obviously much more terrifying than the invisible and intangible ghost baby in legend.After hesitating for a moment, he asked earnestly, "This...will kill people, right?"

"No, it can't hurt you," Bai Wangchuan said.

Qu Mo couldn't believe it.

Or if you just grab a normal person and look at this short knife that has been unsheathed and glows with a cold light, you won't believe it.

Bai Wangchuan seemed to be aware of this too, so he didn't stop doing anything, and stabbed Qu Mo with the dagger in his hand.

Because the two were very close, even if Qu Mo dodged instinctively, the blade still passed through his arm steadily.

Yes, through.

Qu Mo glanced at his intact arm in surprise, then at the dagger that was still shining coldly.Surprised and puzzled, he asked, "What's going on here?"

"Things that kill ghosts can't hurt people, of course."

Bai Wangchuan explained indifferently.Then he repeated the request just now, "Go and lie down on the sofa, don't waste time."

Qu Mo was actually a little interested in that knife.

But seeing that Bai Wangchuan really didn't lie to him, and seeing this man's anxious look, he could distinguish the priorities, and hurriedly obediently went to lie down on the black leather couch in the living room.

Then he saw Bai Wangchuan walking up to him with a knife and standing still.

Qu Mo didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that the way Bai Wangchuan was looking at him at this moment was a bit like a butcher in the vegetable market looking at the pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Although he had already tried and knew that the knife in his hand could not hurt his body, Qu Mo still couldn't help feeling a little nervous looking at the cold light of the knife.

Bai Wangchuan raised his hand and was about to drop the knife.

But before he moved, Qu Mo grabbed his wrist.

The latter smiled awkwardly: "You take it easy."

Bai Wangchuan frowned slightly.

But "it won't hurt" has been explained more than once, and Qu Mo must know it well.So he hesitated for a while, and the lines he finally answered were only two dry words——

"Ok."

Qu Mo let go of his hand.

In the next second, Bai Wangchuan raised the knife and dropped it.

Just like what he had promised before, there was really no pain at all when the knife entered his stomach.But what followed was a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.It felt like there was a huge ice cone in his stomach, freezing his whole body from the inside out.

First, the various organs in the abdomen, then to his blood vessels and skin, and finally along the neck upwards, and his brain was also frozen in it.

Qu Mo's eyes were wide open, but there was no life in them.

He felt so cold that he lost his ability to think, and was so cold that he could no longer see clearly.Not only the ceiling, but even the face of the little Taoist priest who is close at hand has been darkened, making it impossible to find.

Is this going to die?

Qu Mo didn't know.

He didn't even know what to think.

There is no terror, and neither is there anger.

And at this moment, he heard the baby's sobbing sound from before his eyes.Following the sound, the completely black eyes became clear again.

After the cold feeling disappeared from his body, he realized that he had left his sofa and his home at some point, and appeared in the small forest near the library of Xijing University of Finance and Economics.

It was night now.

The moonlight was dim and hazy, and a thin layer of mist seemed to form in the surrounding air, making the originally normal forest look a little blurry.Just like the set in a horror movie, the branches turned into ghost shadows, and the sound of the wind turned into ghost cries.

And the cry of the baby came from the depths of the distant woods along with the sound of ghost crying.

As long as you have a little brain, you can guess that it must be a trap now.

Qu Mo has never been a bad person.Although he didn't know why he was here now, he knew that the baby's crying had nothing to do with him, he just had to find a way to get out of school.

Thinking of this, he lifted his legs forward.

But in the next second, his face turned pale with shock.

It was as if the control system between the brain and the limbs had been infected with a virus. He found that he wanted to leave, but he was clearly walking in the direction where the baby was crying.

Want to shout, but can't make a sound.

I wanted to leave, but couldn't control my steps.

The crying of the baby did not know when it stopped. Qu Mo felt like a puppet who was pulled onto the stage by a string. Silk.

After walking a few steps like this, Qu Mo suddenly discovered a more strange problem.

In this state, let alone fear in his heart, he couldn't even feel a single bit of tension.It's as if things should develop like this, and it seems that the brain has been frozen by the cold just now.Until the shadow of the baby appeared in his vision, what he thought of was——

Sure enough.

The baby was lying on the clearing in the middle of the forest at this moment. He was wrapped in a bright red quilt, and his face could not be seen clearly. Under the moonlight, the skin that was not covered by the quilt looked black and black, which was a bit scary.

But after all, it is a ghost baby, so it is not surprising to have such a complexion.

Thinking of this, Qu Mo moved forward involuntarily, and finally stopped when he was three steps away from the ghost baby.

With such a close distance, he could finally see clearly that distorted baby's cute face.As seen from a distance before, his skin is blue-purple, crumpled like a piece of paper that has become moldy after being kneaded, loosely wrapped around his flesh and bones.A big bulge protruded from his eye socket, but because he hadn't opened it yet, there wouldn't be anything popping out of his eyelids.

Qu Mo stared at him for a while, then involuntarily shifted his gaze to the wound on the baby's face that almost split half of its face.

The skin was torn apart, and the bones were visible deep inside.

He didn't know how much vendetta it was to deal such a heavy hand on a baby.But what he knows is that he doesn't need to pay much so-called "sympathy" for this baby now, because he must be the one who made him appear here, and calling him to his side will definitely not be a good thing That's right.

Qu Mo was thinking like this, and was about to try again to see if he could move, when the baby's thin and wrinkled eyelids suddenly opened.A pair of big eyes without whites stared at Qu Mo's eyes, and then he raised the corner of his mouth and let out a scalp-numbing laugh.

With the laughter, he suddenly turned over, like a monkey with a scary appearance, quickly crawled towards Qu Mo.

Qu Mo couldn't move, and couldn't escape.

He could only watch helplessly as the monster crawled to his feet, then said his legs, and crawled all the way towards his head.

"Give me your body..."

Guiying made a child-like high-pitched voice, and Qu Mo felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it.I thought that unless I was a brain-dead, it would be impossible to agree to such absurd request.

"Give me your body..."

This time the voice was not an inquiry, but almost an order.

The ghost baby had crawled up to his ear, whispering softly.

Qu Mo wanted to say no.

But he found that when he opened his mouth, he slowly uttered a "good" syllable.

But before the syllable could be finished, a gust of wind rang in his ears, and with a muffled "boom", the ghost baby's body flew across his shoulders like a kite with a broken string.

Qu Mo: "???"

The voice of that little Taoist priest Bai Wangchuan sounded behind him: "You dare to act presumptuously on the people I am taking care of, are you really tired of living?"