Let's play horror games

"What do you think, Old Hei?" Changmao asked.

Hei closed his eyes, showing a rare look of fragility.

Long Mao leaned back: "It's rare to see you avoid, but you always have to face this matter."

As he spoke, he scratched his head again: "Don't think too much, I have a feeling that Xueba will come back. You haven't seen him hit me that hard, I suspect he has wanted to hit me for a long time."

Yan Li complained: "Are you quite self-aware?!"

The three of them knew very well that, compared to the faceless man just now, Xixi was just waving wildly with a broom at that time, and the reason was still because she was being teased, it was simply an insignificant fight between friends.

A person without emotions would not do such a thing.

Hei still didn't open his mouth, and the long hair was unyielding: "Old Hei, you also feel something? Otherwise, why would you recognize it at a glance?"

After a long while, Hei finally uttered:

"We respond to each other's bodies."

Changmao: "...Old Hei, if I didn't know that you are a decent person, this statement would be a bit dirty."

Yan Li pondered: "Don't talk nonsense. Is it because of the fourth level 'sacrifice' that you have established a connection?"

Hei nodded. "Probably, but very faintly. When I first saw him, I only recognized him by the bracelet on his left hand and his walking habits."

Long Mao beeped softly: "Habit of walking? Are you a researcher of Xueba?"

Hei ignored him: "Later I mastered that feeling. When I calm down or close my eyes, I can vaguely feel a firefly-like halo. I know it's him."

"This time, I have the same feeling. Moreover, he obviously has an appetite for me."

When he said this, he was very calm, without a trace of panic and anxiety of being coveted by monsters, and even seemed a little happy.

Both Yan Li and Changmao were silent.

Changmao struggled for a while, and then said: "Old Hei, calm down. Xueba is trying so hard to endure, at most he will bite your neck in the morning, don't send it up by yourself."

The two didn't know that when Hei Zao met for the first time, he sent his own blood to each other's mouth.

Hei showed a subtle expression, and said after a few seconds:

"No. I want him back."

Chang Mao and Yan Li: "..."

--While the answer is correct, what's with that suspicious pause? !

--How did my most reliable companion suddenly turn weird? !

--Hehe, I can only continue to smile and work hard.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Li rubbed her face vigorously: "Let's suspend this topic for now, I'm starving to death, and the funeral will be held later."

The three of them have experienced life and death, and they are not picky people. They patted the stone-like dry bread on the ground and ate it.

Yan Li kept an eye out and put away the leftover bread.After all, I have to stay in this ghost place for seven days, who knows if there will be another meal.

Then, the three searched Huang Zhui's room again.

Nothing special, except that there is an old poetry book, almost broken, hidden in the wall.

Yan Li opened it casually and read:

"Your mouth is the bread I devour, born with the morning light."

Changmao sincerely raised his hand: "Mr. Yan, I don't understand, I just feel hungry."

The dry bread just now was unpalatable.

Yan Li ignored him, frowning: "I don't quite understand, but after reading the text, it seems to be a love poem? Anyway, it's quite strange."

All words that have nothing to do with his father are prohibited here. This alone may be the reason why he was buried.

The three put it away carefully, and then, it was time for the funeral.

The author says:

To explain, Lao Hei clearly felt the difference between the protagonist and the past after a few contacts, but he actually had no confidence in his return.

But on the other hand, feeling the indelible connection between each other makes him a little happy... Eh, suddenly suspecting that Old Hei is a shaking MΣ(lliд??)?