I'm Just This 'Sue'

After struggling for a couple of times, the shadow lay down in a strip, almost faster than the corpse of the extra performer falling down.

After all, it was not past twelve o'clock.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Yunjing's voice suddenly sounded, and the shadow disappeared in an instant.

"Have they all eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Aren't you taking a break?" Hang Qing asked him.

Fu Yunjing smiled: "Yes. Will Mr. Su accompany me?"

Hang Qing also wanted to know what the hell Fu Yunjing had done, so he agreed without hesitation.Fu Yunjing came over, took Hang Qing's hand very naturally, and said: "Mr. Su is weak, be careful when walking." After the words fell, his thumb rubbed the back of Hang Qing's hand twice as if inadvertently.

A hot-blooded young man, it seems that seductiveness is an innate skill.

However, Hang Qing remained unchanged.

How can you expect a ghost to feel?

Fu Yunjing took him by the hand and went up to the second floor: "Where is your room?"

Hang Qing pointed in a direction, and when he finished pointing, he suddenly remembered.This is Fu Yunjing going to rest, so ask what is his room for?

Fu Yunjing didn't give Hang Qing a chance to regret, he dragged Hang Qing into the room, and then looked at the whole room: "Can I sleep?"

Hang Qing refused him mercilessly: "no."

Fu Yunjing showed regret, but consciously went to the sofa, took off his coat and planned to lie down.When Hang Qing saw his appearance, his heart softened for a moment.After all, Fu Yunjing did not sleep all night last night.It doesn't matter that he is a ghost, but Fu Yunjing is a person.

"You..." As soon as Hang Qing opened his mouth, Fu Yunjing suddenly took off the top vest, revealing his lean but muscular upper body: "I haven't showered for two days, can I use your bathroom?"

"..." Hang Qing looked up at the wall clock.

Eleven fifty.

Hang Qing said very generously: "Go."

Fu Yunjing bent down to take off his pants while walking towards the door.

Hang Qing: "..."

When Fu Yunjing took off his clothes, Hang Qing unconsciously turned his face away.Fu Yunjing looked back and saw Hang Qing's back was facing him, Fu Yunjing could no longer hold back the smile on his face, and it became more and more intense little by little.

Fu Yunjing happily pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.

The wall clock outside made a very faint "ding" sound-the hands pointed to twelve o'clock.

Hot water flowed out of the shower, and slowly, slowly, it turned blood-colored.Fu Yunjing lowered his head and pointed at his hair, his eyes were covered with blood red.Fu Yunjing's expression darkened, he straightened up, shook the water and blood off his head, turned around with a stinking face and punched the mirror, the shards of the mirror cut his knuckles.Fu Yunjing didn't care.The hot water came back to normal almost immediately.

Hang Qing glanced at the bathroom door.

There was no figure on the bathroom door, and it looked as if someone had disappeared from inside.But Hang Qing is not worried at all.A villain, who hasn't started to use his big moves, won't play himself to death.

But suddenly, a "clack" sound came from under the bed.It sounded like being frozen hard, and there was a sound of teeth knocking together.Hang Qing was speechless.Is this ghost still panicking?

The sound of clothes rubbing against the carpet gradually sounded.

The ghost was crawling out from under the bed.

There was a strong wind outside, and the windows were rattled.

A bloody smell floated into his nostrils.

The appearance of this ghost should be rather disgusting, Hang Qing let out a breath slowly, guessing that when the ghost was about to come out, Hang Qing was about to lift his foot to kick it back, lest the other party's honor would scare him.In an instant, there was a loud "bang", and the bathroom door was knocked open from the inside. Fu Yunjing walked to Hang Qing's side in a few quick steps with his long legs, and kicked hard with his long legs.

"Ah!" A scream sounded.

The ghost was kicked back under the bed.

"Are you okay?" Fu Yunjing asked immediately.

Hang Qing looked down, and there were two spots of blood on the light-colored carpet.

Fu Yunjing's hand was broken.

"your hands……"

"It's okay." After Fu Yunjing finished speaking, he hugged Hang Qing to his side.

The extremely domineering, extremely masculine movements made him break away from his identity as a brat.But... Hang Qing pressed his elbow against his chest, expressionless: "You have no clothes on, and, you hit me."

Fu Yunjing's movements paused, and then he showed a helpless look: "I'll put it on, don't move." But even though he said this, Fu Yunjing walked straight to Hang Qing's wardrobe, and before Hang Qing could speak, He opened the closet: "My clothes are dirty, and I don't feel comfortable wearing them anymore..." His voice stopped.

Because there are so many densely packed wardrobes, they are all nightgowns!

white, black...

It makes people feel depressed for no reason.

"No other clothes?" Fu Yunjing turned around and asked.

"No."

"The nightgown is also fine, maybe the nightgown fits better."

Hang Qing had to remind him: "Are you going to be honest with Junzi?"

Only now did Fu Yunjing feel the air leaking from his crotch.

Fu Yunjing turned his head and glanced at the white nightgown on Hang Qing's body, took a black one and put it on without hesitation, and said, "Occasionally, I need to liberate myself."

Hang Qing: "..."

The ghost will cry because of your careless attitude.

"I'm sleeping, maybe I'll lose everything when I wake up." Fu Yunjing smiled and walked to the sofa.

Hang Qing hooked his fingers at him: "Come here."

It was obviously just a simple action, but Fu Yunjing immediately felt his heart being clenched.The smile on Fu Yunjing's face was even brighter, he turned the direction without hesitation, approached Hang Qing, and then lay down on the bed, his movements were extremely crisp.

Only then did Hang Qing lie down on it.

Fu Yunjing whispered: "Is it because you are afraid? Why don't you leave here if you are afraid?"

Hang Qing ignored him.

"You shouldn't be stuck here for the rest of your life... What is it that keeps you here?" Fu Yunjing said in a low voice.

Hang Qing still didn't speak, Fu Yunjing thought he was asleep.

"It's a pity...the beauty is imprisoned in the castle..." Fu Yunjing said in a low voice while looking up at the ceiling intently.There are paintings on the ceiling.Western, Eastern... Countless paintings of different styles are blended together, and there is no awkward feeling.Was it painted by Su Lingshui?

Fu Yunjing originally thought that this journey would be very boring, but at this moment, he had an extremely strong desire to take the young man around him away from this ancient castle.

……

Hang Qing didn't sleep at all, he heard a reminder sound in his head: "The villain's favorability has increased by five points."

At this moment, Fu Yunjing suddenly turned around and held Hang Qing in his arms.

The ghost under the bed made "clack" and "squeak" sounds unwillingly.The former is like teeth colliding, the latter is like nails scratching the ground.Not only that, but the ghost didn't dare to crawl out, so it kept hitting the bottom of the bed underneath.

"Boom, boom—"

Fu Yunjing's face was a little ugly, but he immediately reached out and hugged Hang Qing.

Hang Qing: "...Are you afraid? This bed is of very good quality, even a ghost can't do anything about it."

The ghost below seemed to sense it, and for her dignity as a ghost, it began to hit the bottom of the bed even harder.

Fu Yunjing: "..."

"I'm not afraid, I'm worried that you are afraid." Fu Yunjing said, hugging him tighter, as if he was really worried about Hang Qing.

"Such a cowardly ghost, there's nothing to be afraid of. You kicked so hard that you didn't dare to crawl out..."

The ghost was silent for a while, and continued to hit the bed board vigorously-"Bang bang bang bang!" The rhythm kept going.

Hang Qing: "..."

Fu Yunjing turned over and sat up, his face was gloomy, and there was a bit of hostility in Zhang Yang's eyebrows.He knelt down and reached out to catch the ghost under the bed: "Today I can show you how to kill ghosts."

Hang Qing: "..."

Then there was a teeth-piercing "squeak" sound, which should be the sound made by the female ghost unwillingly grabbing the ground when Fu Yunjing dragged the female ghost under the bed.

"Ah!" This is the scream of the female ghost.

"Thrilling..." Hang Qing didn't know what the sound was.

"Ah!" A louder scream.

Hang Qing couldn't help it anymore: "Student Fu, it's a bit disturbing." Hang Qing turned his head, and then saw the female ghost lying at Fu Yunjing's feet with twisted hands and feet. The female ghost clasped it with her long bloody nails Fu Yunjing's trouser leg: "Ahhh!"

Fu Yunjing bent down, pinched the female ghost's chin with a cold face: "Anyway, they are already ghosts, so there is no need for a tongue."

Hang Qing: "..."

The female ghost closed her mouth in fright, and two tears of blood slid down her pale face.Hang Qing suddenly had the feeling that two men were bullying a weak woman together.Hang Qing paused, and said, "You stuffed her back?"

The female ghost looked at Fu Yunjing tremblingly, and in those weird white eyes, a little bit of prayer could be seen vaguely.

Only then did Fu Yunjing push the female ghost back with a gloomy face.

The female ghost lay trembling under the bed, and fell silent in an instant.

Fu Yunjing wiped the blood from his hands, and lay down next to Hang Qing, the stern and gloomy expression on his face receded completely, and he turned around and hugged Hang Qing in his arms, blood oozed from the injured knuckle skin, Sporadic blood stained Hang Qing's white nightgown.Hang Qing: "..."

This face change is really fast enough.

The story tells us not to disturb a person who has stayed up all night and is getting ready for bed.

The room on this side was quiet, and on the other side, Le Tong was running so fast that he almost vomited out his stomach juice.The evil spirits kept chasing after them, and the entire castle was extraordinarily large, with intricate roads. After Le Tong and Ruan Ying ran away, they were nowhere to be found.Not to mention going to Fu Yunjing and that Mr. Su...

Le Tong wiped the sweat off his face, and dodged the ghost's attack again.

Writing more supernatural texts and playing more supernatural games will indeed be useful, at least you can learn the tricks.For example, there must be killing by opening the door, there must be killing by turning around... When Le Tong was once again thankful that he survived, the room in Hang Qing was surprisingly quiet.

Le Tong leaned against the door and gasped heavily, guessing that the ghost would catch up so quickly, she carefully pushed open the door in front of her, and tensed her muscles, ready to run away at any time.The door opened, and there was a light inside, but there was no one there.But even so, Le Tong felt relieved.At least there are no ghosts.

Le Tong walked in and closed the door behind his back.

This is a male room, and it should be a room for older males.Because the layout of the room is very calm and atmospheric, there is no inappropriate element.However, there is a taste of low-key luxury everywhere in this room.

Le Tong walked in and turned around.

There was no dust in this room, and there was no cobweb or dust in the slightest because it was past twelve o'clock.

Le Tong walked to the desk, and there were books spread out on the desk, as if not long ago, there were people sitting here reading books.Le Tong was a little nervous. She walked over and found a notebook spread out on the table. There were lines of words written on the notebook, mixed with Chinese and English.But the Chinese writing... Le Tong could tell at a glance that it was the man who wrote comments on the photo album!

Le Tong's breathing became heavy unconsciously, she turned over the things on the table, and then saw the name on the title page of the book.

"Hellmann Dreiser"

Herman Dreiser.

It's the name written on the invitation letter.

That pervert really lives here!

But why never see the second person?Was it really killed by Mr. Su?No, it's impossible... Le Tong continued to flip through the cabinet, there must be other clues.Le Tong's breathing became rapid.This is no longer a game on the computer, but real reality.She dug out a thick photo album from the cabinet.Le Tong couldn't wait to open it.

Not newspaper clippings.

All are photos of Mr. Su.

But without exception, there are all photos of the same pose.

They are all pictures of Su Lingshui lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Le Tong shivered.Is this man really sick?