Thousands of demons fell for me

He sat up calmly, grabbed the dough monster with both hands, and tied the other's writhing limbs to the railing beside the bed, tying them into a pair of symmetrical bows.

Then he lay back on the bed and continued to sleep.

The upside-down dough monster finally stopped, hugged the railing and remained motionless, with two small eyes sunken into the body, and round translucent small bubbles appeared from time to time in the middle below the eyes.

"boom!"

When I slept in the middle of the night, there was a dull loud noise, which seemed to come from the side where the dough monster was hanging.

Luo Xingchen was awakened by the sound, stood up and looked at the railing on the right.

The dough monster unknowingly untied its restraints, and fell to the ground like a piece of bread, its limbs stretched out straight, and crystal teardrops overflowed from its two small eyes.

Seeing Luo Xingchen looking at him, the dough monster suddenly swelled up, raised its slender arms, looked at him pitifully, and pointed out the window desperately with tears in its eyes.

Sensing that this strange creature was not malicious, Luo Xingchen followed the other party's wishes and walked to the window, opened the window and looked out.

There was no one around, and nothing unusual was found.

It's just that the tumbling wheat field in the distance, against the backdrop of the night, looks like a black haze, making the scarecrow standing in the middle look even more terrifying.

"Woooooo-"

Luo Xingchen was just about to close the window and go back to sleep, but there was a burst of mournful and gloomy crying from behind her, intermittently, it seemed to be very far away, but at the same time it seemed to be close to her ears.

He turned around warily, trying to find the source of the sound.

Right in front of the bed, a large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed against the wall, and the crying sound came from that direction.

Luo Xingchen walked slowly to the mirror, but the crying stopped abruptly at this moment.

The mirror reflected the scene in the bedroom, but there was no figure, not even his own image.

At this time, the Dough Monster touched his back with his long legs, his head stretched over his shoulders forward, and his body against his back trembled slightly.

"Squeaky-"

There was a slight rubbing sound on the mirror, and at the same time as the sound, words written with red paint appeared one by one.

The handwriting was very scribbled, the font was upside down, and there was a faint smell of blood, as if someone had written it on the other side of the mirror with blood.

Although it was not easy to read, Luo Xingchen still quickly read a series of blood words written on the mirror.

[Who killed me? 】

[My head fell off, it was so painful, so uncomfortable, give me back my head! 】

[It hurts so much, stop, it was you, you cut off my head, I hate it so much, I want to kill you. 】

The blood characters were densely packed and criss-crossed, and the excess blood even overflowed from the inside of the mirror and flowed slowly downward.

These bloody characters are written in different ways, and seem to be written by different people. The lines between the lines are full of depression, fear, resentment, and even a little bit of loneliness, which looks extremely horrifying.

Luo Xingchen felt a little uncomfortable, because those words were too messy.

He found a towel, went to the bathroom and wet it with water, then returned to the mirror, bent down, and gently wiped the mirror with a wet towel.

Just when the blood was about to be wiped clean, a figure in a white dress suddenly flashed past the mirror. The neck of the white figure was empty, as if it had lost its head.

He stood up involuntarily, took two steps back, and his back just touched the dough that had been standing on his left back.

The Dough Monster's body was shaking so violently that his heart was beating violently.

"what!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, a human head with loose long hair suddenly appeared in the middle of the mirror and bumped towards the mirror surface, its pale and distorted face stuck tightly against the mirror surface.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound on the surface of the mirror, and countless cracks were split, and the head in the mirror disappeared.

The dough monster rolled its eyes and fell to the ground next to the mirror with a "plop", its chubby body was as limp as a piece of dough, and the hairball on top of its head exploded into the size of a coconut.

Even though he is a monster, he is still afraid of ghosts.

Luo Xingchen took two steps back and looked around vigilantly.

Something rolled over on the ground and bumped into his heel lightly.

He lowered his head and looked down, and it was the severed head that was sticking to his feet.

The long hair on the head spread to the sides, revealing the pale and beautiful face of the woman.

The woman looked up, staring at him with wide-open eyes, and let out a cold laugh from the corner of her mouth.

On the opposite side of the window stood a body in a white dress. The neck was cut open with a sharp weapon. The cut was smooth and blood was bubbling out, dyeing the long white dress bright red. .

The body with a broken neck raised his right hand and pointed at the head at Luo Xingchen's feet.

And the head also opened its lips, and said in a deep and quiet voice: "Handsome guy, my head fell off, can you pick it up for me?"

Luo Xingchen was silent for two seconds, aimed at the window, raised his right foot and kicked hard at the head.

"Ah, my head!"

The human hair let out a shrill scream, the beautiful face twisted into a ball, jumped into the air, and flew out of the window.

Fortunately, the body with the broken neck reacted quickly enough, and immediately jumped out of the window with its toes hanging on the window sill, and narrowly caught the head with its hands.

The female ghost picked up her head, stood by the window, folded her head and hands on her chest, and sighed in frustration, "It seems that the method of throwing things to start a conversation is really outdated."

Not to mention outdated, ordinary women always throw handkerchiefs, this one is good, just throw her head.

Although Luo Xingchen had never seen a real female ghost, she had read quite a few ghost novels.

He calmed down, formed the lotus seal with his fingers, and recited the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra with all his concentration.

"Don't be like this, I just haven't seen the handsome guy for a long time, and I feel a little excited."

The female ghost tightly covered her ears with her hands, and said with an aggrieved expression.

All ten of her exposed nails are painted with cute cat head patterns.

Seeing that the female ghost was harmless and also a cat lover, Luo Xingchen lowered his arms and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The female ghost scratched her chin with her fingers, thought hard, and said discouragedly, "I don't know who I am. Ever since I woke up in this state of soul, I can't remember anything about my life."

"Then how long have you stayed in this manor?" Luo Xingchen asked further.

"Not long ago, just woke up not long ago." The female ghost squeezed her head tightly, looking a little terrified, "When I woke up, I found that my head had been cut off. I was very scared, so I couldn't help crying. I didn't expect to see you at this time."

She slowly floated forward, raised her head, handed it to Luo Xingchen, and said with a shy smile: "Handsome guy, if you have a family with your relatives, maybe they will remember everything when they are happy."

Saying that, the human head blinked its right eye at Luo Xingchen and gave Luo Xingchen a look, and raised its small cherry mouth.

Luo Xingchen stared at the head in front of him, because of his flying kick just now, a small stain was left on the female ghost's left cheek which was not obvious.

"Does it still hurt? I'm sorry just now."

He raised his hand, and gently wiped the female ghost's cheek twice with the inner side of his thumb, and finally wiped off the unsightly stain.

"you……"

The female ghost hesitated to speak, her cheeks flushed slightly, she suddenly turned her head, and planted a deep kiss on Luo Xingchen's palm.

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"small theater"

When Luo Xingchen stood in front of the mirror and wiped the blood, the female ghost in the mirror rushed up immediately, with red hearts popping out of her eyes.

Female ghost: Ah, there is a handsome guy!