Thousands of demons fell for me

Luo Xingchen also noticed the cat's anomaly, and immediately thought of the traffic accident on the road.

Obviously this was the cat that was hit by Liu Shouyi. Although it ran away with all its strength, it was still injured internally. It may have accidentally touched the wound when I was holding it, which is why it is bleeding profusely now.

He hurriedly put the black cat back on the flat ground so as not to injure the cat's bones or internal organs again.

Unexpectedly, just as the cat landed on the ground, it jumped up as if it was completely fine, shook its head, threw two puddles of nosebleeds to the left and right, then jumped onto the fence, gracefully raised its long tail, and walked forward. With light steps, he ran to the distance along the edge.

Luo Xingchen followed Zhao Shiyun into the depths of the manor. The mansion in the center was a three-storey villa, which was built in a particularly western style, and the patterns on the doors and windows were all carefully carved.

Under the housekeeper's arrangement, Luo Xingchen and the other two moved into the guest room on the third floor.

The room had obviously not been lived in for a long time, and there was a faint musty smell in the air.

Luo Xingchen walked to the window and opened it for ventilation. Outside the window was facing a large wheat field, with green waves glowing in the breeze.

In the middle of the wheat field stood a scarecrow, whose body was slightly tilted to the right due to the perennial wind and sun.

The scarecrow's head is wrapped in a piece of yellowed sackcloth, which is swollen by the stuffing inside.

On the front of the sackcloth, there is a melancholy bitter gourd face painted with some kind of red paint, and a straw hat with some broken edges is on top of the head, which looks lonely.

"Giggle..."

Suddenly there was a cold laughter, and almost at the same time as the laughter sounded, the scarecrow in the distance suddenly raised its head and stared in his direction, the red line of its mouth that was originally curved downward slowly hooked upwards. It turned into a ridiculously funny smile.

"Boom boom boom!"

Someone knocked on the door three times, the weird laughter stopped abruptly at this moment, and the scarecrow in the field returned to its original sad face.

Luo Xingchen breathed out, locked the window again, calmed down, walked to the door, opened the door, and standing outside the door was the housekeeper whom he had seen at the gate before.

The dinner was ready, Luo Xingchen followed the butler, and went to the restaurant on the first floor with Qian Xiaoyu and Liu Shouyi.

The dining table is rectangular and filled with sumptuous meals.

Zhao Shiyun had already sat down at the main seat, and a chair was placed opposite her and on both sides of the dining table.

Luo Xingchen and Liu Shouyi wisely gave up the seat opposite Zhao Shiyun to Qian Xiaoyu, and the two of them sat on the left and right seats respectively.

"Please don't be polite, just treat this place as your own home." Zhao Shiyun picked up the knife and fork and smiled sweetly.

Qian Xiaoyu scanned around, looked at Zhao Shiyun, and asked suspiciously: "Well, Hani, where is my future father-in-law and mother-in-law?"

"They do business abroad all the year round and rarely go home, so besides me, there are only Steward Sun and Chef Wei living in this manor." Zhao Shiyun spread her palms and pointed at the man in a suit standing behind her. "This is Butler Sun, you have already met."

After she finished speaking, she clapped her palms again, and not long after, a person in a white chef's uniform came out from the direction of the kitchen.

The man looked to be in his 30s, with a slender chin and a slender face. There was a mole in the corner of his eye that was not obvious, and he was wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.

"This is Chef Wei." Zhao Shiyun said with a smile, "All the good dishes on the table are made by him."

Chef Wei was pushing a trolley for food delivery with both hands. On it was a silver tray with a diameter of half a meter. The tray was covered with a round metal lid, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Luo Xingchen felt that the chef looked familiar, so he couldn't help but take a second look to make sure he had seen him somewhere.

Since his position is on the side of the kitchen and the center of the entire dining table, Chef Wei naturally pushed the dining cart to his side, lifted the silver tray, and placed it on the table.

"This is Chef Wei's specialty, you must try it."

While Zhao Shiyun was speaking, Chef Wei also slowly bent down, pinched the handle on the top of the lid with both hands, and lifted the round metal lid.

Hidden under the metal cover was actually a bloody human head.

The person's head was closed with both eyes tightly closed. Judging from his face alone, he was a man in his 20s.

Luo Xingchen's alarm bell rang loudly, and he immediately clenched the knife and fork in his hand.

The eyelashes of the human head trembled slightly at this time, slowly opened his eyes, turned his eyes to look at him, then pursed his lips high, and slapped in his direction.

Almost out of the instinct of self-defense, he raised the silver fork and slammed it into the pouting mouth.

"Ugh-"

The silver fork hit the bull's-eye, and the human hair let out a mournful cry, which turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated into the air.

There was only one roasted pig's head left on the plate, which was crispy and tempting, full of aroma.

And the silver fork was inserted right into the center of the pig's snout.

He really wanted to suspect that he was overstimulated that night and had a strange hallucination.

"Xingchen, you're quick enough." Qian Xiaoyu stared at the fork enviously, and said enviously, "The pig's mouth is the most delicious part."

Luo Xingchen unhurriedly cut off the pig's snout with a dining knife, ensuring the incision was smooth, then stood up, walked slowly to Qian Xiaoyu's side, put the pig's snout into the other's dinner plate, and placed it in the center of the plate s position.

After seeing the salted pig's head, not to mention this special dish, even the other dishes lost their appetite.

Qian Xiaoyu looked at Luo Xingchen happily, gave him a thumbs up, and said flatteringly: "You are loyal enough, you should treat my buddies well."

After dinner, Qian Xiaoyu invited him and Zhao Shiyun to relax in the manor, but Zhao Shiyun politely declined on the grounds that she was unwell, and went back to her bedroom early.

Luo Xingchen had nothing to do, and wanted to get acquainted with the environment here, so he agreed.

There is a circular fountain in front of the mansion, with a beautiful and unique shape, and a layer of colorful translucent pebbles is laid on the bottom of the pool, reflecting the shining brilliance.

When watching the fountain, I couldn't help but look a few more times in the direction of the mansion.

He always felt that the spatial structure of this building was a bit strange. The yellow string connected to the bell at the door stretched all the way to the front of the mansion and connected to a room on the first floor.

Judging from the location, it seems to be near Zhao Shiyun's bedroom.

A cathedral was built more than 500 meters away from the mansion, and the wedding of Qian Xiaoyu and Zhao Shiyun will be held in that church five days later.

The two walked half a circle around the manor, and soon came to the wheat field.

Although he was apprehensive about this wheat field, Qian Xiaoyu was very interested in it, so in desperation, he had no choice but to follow him into it.

Fear of the unknown is equal to curiosity about the unknown.

When he passed by the Scarecrow, he couldn't help but take a second look. He still had the same melancholy expression, standing lifelessly in the middle of the wheat field, and it was obviously tilted to the right.

The sackcloth around the scarecrow's neck was tied with a circle of red rope, tied with a slipknot, and a small golden bell was attached to both ends of the red rope, swaying slightly in the breeze.

While Luo Xingchen was observing the scarecrow, a deep and hoarse voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Lonely, so lonely, I'm so lonely."

The scarecrow turned its head "creakingly", two wisps of black smoke came out of the eyes drawn with red paint, and the sad eyes were fixed on him, and the corners of the drooping mouth gradually hooked up.

"How about you stay with me?"

Luo Xingchen walked forward calmly, reached out and grabbed the scarecrow's waist on both sides, straightened the scarecrow's body that was tilted to the right, and pressed the wooden stick inserted into the ground a little deeper.

From the room on the third floor to now, he has endured it for a long time.

The red rope tied with the bell around the scarecrow's neck is also a little loose, high on the left and low on the right, which looks very awkward.

He untied the red rope and tied it again. His fingers inadvertently touched the scarecrow's rough neck several times.

The originally smooth red line of the scarecrow's mouth turned into a curved wave, and two drops of moist night dew condensed at the corners of the eyes.

"Thank you, thank you...huh?"

The scarecrow faltered and said, and a green grass grew out of the top of the head.

"Xingchen, forget about that dirty scarecrow." Qian Xiaoyu pursed his lips, let go of the emerald green ear of wheat in his hand, stepped back a few steps, and looked at Luo Xingchen expectantly, "I You really want to get married this time, don't you have anything to say?"

The scarecrow's eyes had already turned to Qian Xiaoyu, his eyes were mournful, but Qian Xiaoyu still looked carefree, as if he didn't notice it at all.

Luo Xingchen pulled off the ears of wheat from the scarecrow's head, walked straight past the scarecrow, slapped Qian Xiaoyu twice, and smiled slightly: "The playboy has finally found his home, I'm really happy for you."

"You are not sincere." Qian Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, pulled out another ear of wheat from the side, rubbed it in his palm, and suppressed the restlessness in his heart, "I can see that your unusual behavior at the door today , must be angry."

People say that love develops over time, but the childhood sweetheart opposite him grew up wearing the same pair of pants and even slept in the same bed, but he never seemed to transcend the friendship between brothers.

In order to test the other party's true intentions, he changed the girlfriends around him again and again. After so many times of aggressive methods, they finally achieved some results.

Knowing that he was going to marry Zhao Shiyun, Luo Xingchen not only lost his temper and played awkwardly at the door, but also personally cut a pig's mouth for Zhao Shiyun at the dining table to show his affection. What?

"You think too much, I'm not angry." Luo Xingchen patted Qian Xiaoyu's shoulder and said seriously.Even if he was really angry at that time, it was not because of Qian Xiaoyu.

Qian Xiaoyu sighed dejectedly, he knew that with Luo Xingchen's temperament, he must be embarrassed to express his feelings directly to him, it seems that the road ahead is long and the road is long and difficult.

"Hey, okay, I admit it." Qian Xiaoyu flung the ears of wheat back in his hands gracefully, and said heartlessly, "I don't think Zhao Shiyun and I are suitable, or we will leave here tomorrow morning. "

Sure enough, it was like this again.

Luo Xingchen was used to the speed with which Qian Xiaoyu changed girlfriends and wallets.

He nodded slightly, this place really gave people a weird feeling, it was right to leave as soon as possible.

When he returned to the room, the round yellow dough somehow found his bedroom, and entered his bedroom uninvited, with two thin legs hanging on the railing of the mosquito net beside his bed, swinging upside down like a swing.

He glanced at the dough, shook his head helplessly, and after washing, he lay down on the bed and prepared to rest.

But the dough monster was shaking more and more vigorously, flinging it in front of his eyes from time to time, or turning a 360-degree circle at high speed in the air, causing the whole bed to tremble slightly.

Luo Xingchen turned to the other side, closed his eyes tightly, and maintained his usual good endurance.

After shaking for about 10 minutes, the dough seemed to be a little tired. He let go of the railing, rolled in the air and fell on the bed, lying directly across from Luo Xingchen.

Luo Xingchen felt that the bed in front of him sank, and when he opened his eyes, the big eyes stared into the small ones.

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"small theater"

Luo Xingchen straightened the scarecrow, and tied the red rope around the scarecrow's neck.

Straw fungus: This human being touched my waist and my neck, he must be trying to trick me.Just right, I also picture him~