Midnight Ship Says [Unlimited]

An Qing stood in front of him, leaning against her broken neck, looking at him with her head tilted.

Her eyelids seemed to be frozen, they lifted up, and the eyeballs popped out.His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he didn't have the slightest breath of life.

Chu Tu maintained his original posture and looked at her coldly.

Everything in the room is red.Red curtains, red hanging lamps, red ceiling.

The blood flowed out in net-like traces, covered the entire ceiling of the room, and gathered together, the liquid was finally overwhelmed, and the thick blood dripped from the ceiling drop by drop to the top of An Qing's head.

An Qing remained expressionless, letting the blood run across her cheeks and neck.

"May I ask you something?" Chu Tu asked without changing his face.

"I died because of you." An Qing opened his mouth, revealing an empty mouth, "I have not been forgotten, and I will never be forgotten."

Chu Tu didn't speak, his light brown pupils were dyed dark reddish brown in the shadow of the room, without a trace of light.

Seeing that he didn't respond, An Qing raised her foot and walked towards him stiffly step by step: "You are afraid of the disappearance of any life, but you are only afraid of the impact of those disappearances on yourself. They're all selfish wolves at heart."

"You killed me, you killed me. Stop putting on this harmless pity, you'll never close! I want you to go to hell forever!"

Chutu's figure didn't move, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate in any way.

An Qing thought that he was really scared, and that he was sick again, so he grinned and stretched out his blood-stained hands, trying to hold his head.

"You will never forget. All deaths will be engraved in my heart. Maybe it's just a one-sided relationship, and the relationship between you will not be broken because of the route. You will never be complete, and you will be connected to those who will never exist. .”

A sharp sword pierced her chest and nailed her to the opposite wall!

An Qing looked surprised and stared at Chu Tu in a daze.

"How can there be something neither human nor ghost?"

Chu Tu's voice didn't change, it was cold and calm. How could there be any panic?

Chu Tu walked over, simply grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out suddenly: "What did you misunderstand? Do you really think of me as a sad little devil?"

There was no blood on the sword.

There was a big hole in An Qing's body.With her surprised expression, her body slowly changed, and finally turned into a playing card.

Chutu stood relaxed, holding the sword in one hand, his shoulders slumped.His black hair fell loose and soft over his forehead, casting shadows over his eyes.

Bang—the door swung open.

When Shang Huannian opened the door and came in, his whole body tensed up. How afraid he was to open the door and see the tragic scene!

Chu Tu was not sensitive to his reaction, and slowly turned his head around with unclear eyes.

"Let's go." Shang Huannian's chest was still heaving due to the tension just now, "This is a restful night, anyone who is not asleep will see things they shouldn't see."

"Things that shouldn't be seen..." Chu Tu looked down at his sword, and the corner of his mouth twitched weakly, "Am I really afraid of these?"

Seeing him so unhurried and dazed, Shang Huannian gritted his teeth, rushed forward, and grabbed his wrist.

At this time, behind Chutu, the mural of the playing card was like an open door, and one dead person after another came out continuously.

Chu Tu didn't look back, but lowered his head and asked, "What's in the corridor?"

"Disgusting monster." Shang Huannian said, "It is troublesome for others, but with our skills, there is no problem."

"Then let me tell you, what is in this room." Chu Tu raised his head and smiled, "This is my demon."

The man who comes out of the poker is lifeless and soulless.

These are the passengers that Chutu had met on previous routes, and the small world in which they died was exactly what Chutu experienced.

"The one who came out was not the dead." Chu Tu narrowed his eyes, a little frighteningly open-minded, "It came out from the bottom of my heart."

If you look closely, these "people" seem to be mosaiced and blurred.Moreover, the degree of blurring is different from each other. Those long-ago figures have long been worn down by the years to only a rough outline.

"You..." Shang Huannian's eyes slowly widened.

How could he still laugh.

Chu Tu closed his eyes, smiled and said to him, "I won't look at them anymore. Can I trust you?"

Shang Huannian's nose suddenly became sour, and his brows and eyes softened.

"it is good."

These indistinct "people" rushed forward from all directions.

The two figures are intertwined.

With his eyes closed, Chu Tu completely trusted Shang Huannian's information.

As soon as Shang Huannian pulled him, Chu Tu understood and slashed forward.

When Shang Huannian was one o'clock, Chu Tu knew that there was another danger coming from behind.

When there was no one else in the room except them, and there were broken playing cards all over the floor, the silence in the room enveloped the two of them.

boom.

The sword slipped from Chu Tu's hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

They maintained the posture of cutting off the last figure, Shang Huannian stood with his back to Chutu, his arms folded from behind and held Chutu's left wrist.

Shang Huannian slowly let go of his hand, but suddenly, his hand was grabbed.

He turned his head in shock, only to see Chu Tu gripping his wrist tightly.Chu Tu's eyes were opened, and there was no dilapidated sense of struggling with memory and pain in the eyes. They were extremely clean and pure, and they also carried his inherent ability and sharpness.

"You..." Shang Huannian didn't know what to say.

"I cut off those bad pieces." Chu Tu's voice was deep and magnetic.

"I remember. When my eyes were burned that year, the neighbor's little one insisted on pulling me to show me the way." There was a smile in his voice, "Really?"

Suddenly, Shang Huannian turned around and hugged Chu Tu tightly with his hands.

He buried his face next to Chutu's neck, his eyes narrowed tightly, slightly foggy, but his arms were tightly wrapped around Chutu's body, not giving him a chance to move.The black hair that reached to the ears and temples intertwined with Chu Tu's black hair.

It was him who hugged domineeringly, and it was him who acted like a shy brat.

Shang Huannian's voice was muffled: "When did you remember? Was it when you had a headache last night?"

Chu Tu was so rubbed by Shang Huannian's face that he could only turn his head to the other side: "Under the grape trellis."

"You..." Shang Huannian wanted to ask something again, but was interrupted.

Chu Tu was hugged by a little wolf dog and couldn't move, but he still freed up a hand, seemingly unintentionally and leisurely curling two strands of black hair on Shang Huannian's ear: "However, I also want to ask. In my memory, the kid next door kept calling me brother, when did he get ill, huh?"

Chu Tu only felt that the other body became stiff all of a sudden.