clock trap

"Help, Yangyang, the ghosts are looking for us..."

Feeling dizzy and dizzy, Yu Sen burst into despair and irritability, and pushed himself hard against Si Xuanyang.

"What's wrong!" Si Xuanyang was awakened in his sleep, subconsciously tightened his arms, and carefully held up Yu Sen's face buried in his neck: "What's wrong with you? Have a nightmare?"

Yu Sen put his eyes on the back of his hand and moaned weakly: "The ceiling is our nightmare."

Si Xuanyang raised his head suddenly, and his whole body froze.

Right above the ceiling facing their big bed, a female ghost with long hair in a white dress was smeared face to face with them, staring straight at them with a pair of black hole-like eyes.

The same white mist as last night spread in through the crack of the door, and was absorbed onto the female ghost's body as if alive, making her somewhat illusory figure become more and more solid and obvious.

Under the blue night, his face looked whiter than that white dress, with a lifeless look, and his black hair spread out like seaweed, floating around, except for the barely handsome face, on the neck of the female ghost , hands, feet... as long as the skin can be seen, there are shocking knife wounds all over.

Those knife wounds don't seem to be drawn randomly, the direction of the blade is very consistent, and the drawing is quite artistic.

The wound had been through for many years, and it had turned a dark red to dark color, making the thin body look extraordinarily miserable.

This is probably the unlucky guy who became a drink in the vampire's cup in the old castle. Si Xuanyang understood it, calmly propped himself up, and covered Yu Sen's head with a quilt calmly under the female ghost's venomous gaze. strict.

Female ghost: "..."

Do you fucking think I'm blind?

Si Xuanyang saw that the female ghost didn't intend to do anything yet, and he slowly touched something under the pillow with his palm, and said, "You knocked on the door last night?"

The female ghost seemed to be stunned, and there was an inexplicable 'hog' sound from her throat, but Si Xuanyang knew that she had admitted it.

He asked again, "Is it your fault that you were in the bathroom before?"

The female ghost smiled grimly, showing her white teeth, and shifted her gaze to the covered cicada pupa next to Si Xuanyang, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm looking for him."

Si Xuanyang's eyes turned cold: "What do you want him for?"

The female ghost's throat moved up and down, and the sound of swallowing could even be heard. The scarlet tongue licked the corner of her mouth, and there was a hint of beast-like greed in her clouded eyes.

"His blood... smells so good..."

She was slashed by a vampire hundreds of thousands of times to bleed her blood, and finally died of blood loss. After becoming a demon, she was naturally more interested in human blood.

Especially the one that...smells delicious, and if it really tastes good, it is definitely the top Qiongzhi Manna for them.

Si Xuanyang's face darkened even more, and he sneered, "It's ridiculous that someone who was killed by a vampire ended up getting along with a vampire."

The female ghost's expression was ferocious and she was about to go into a fit, but Yu Sen couldn't hold back any longer. She stuck her head out from under the quilt, and said weakly, "Actually, some things smell good, but it's really not good to eat them." Must be delicious..."

"Shut up!" Si Xuanyang glared at him fiercely, "Bury your head in! Don't you like to bury your head!"

"People like to bury you in the socket of your shoulders"——Yu Sen pitifully watched Si Xuanyang's eyes turn red to the point of almost cruelty, swallowed nervously, swallowed all the muddy words into his stomach, and then He buried his head obediently in the pillow, and consciously lifted the quilt to cover his head.

Hold your breath.

Female ghost: "...he is really obedient."

She then showed a malicious smile: "I don't know if Lance will obediently send the delicate flesh on his neck to Lance's mouth when he wants him... "

A sharp light flashed in Si Xuanyang's eyes, and he took out a book from under the pillow. It was the hard-shell Bible they got on the first night.

The other hand gripped the table knife under the quilt.

In fact, he didn't know if the Bible was deterrent to the female ghost, but every thing given by the wall clock should be useful, and he took it out at this time to test it out.

And the moment the Bible appeared, the female ghost on the ceiling really changed her expression, her facial features twisted and her teeth grinned, she wanted to pounce down and tear them apart, but she hesitated, like a wild beast facing the trap around its prey, reluctantly roared.

Si Xuanyang raised the corners of his mouth coldly. Fortunately, they carefully kept the things given by the wall clock nearby every time. He had a Bible here, and Si Nan had a cross there. Put them all under the pillow, otherwise they would be far away. Just relying on the white mist that looks like dry ice on the ground at this moment, if you want to get the things, you have to pay the price of countless blood holes.

It's just that the female ghost stayed on the ceiling and the white mist on the ground didn't disperse, and the temperature in the room became lower and lower.

Si Xuanyang glanced at the cicada chrysalis wrapped tightly around his side, and frowned.

He put his hand on the cover of the Bible, looked up at the top and smiled: "Don't go? Then go to sleep, and I will read you a little bedtime story."

So, with the female ghost's furious expression on her face, she turned to the first page of the Bible and began to read aloud.

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth..."

As soon as the first sentence was spoken, the female ghost seemed to be stuck seven inches, and there was a shrill scream from her bloody mouth. The white mist surged on the ground, and the cold air flowed. She swooped down, and under Si Xuanyang's frightened eyes It turned into a cloud of white mist, melted into the ground, and then like an ebbing tide, all the white mist quickly receded from the crack of the door again.

The house was quiet again.

Si Xuanyang paused for a few seconds, exhaled slowly, closed the Bible, looked up at the empty ceiling, and lifted the quilt beside him.

"she left."

"I'm cold..." Yu Sen said weakly in the pillow.

Si Xuanyang clenched the quilt tightly, and hurriedly leaned down to touch his forehead, and then touched his hand: "Is it the cold that came in just now? Where is it cold?"

"......Cold Heart."

"!!!" Si Xuanyang was anxious: "So serious!?"

"Yeah, you haven't read me a bedtime story, and you were preempted by a female ghost. My heart is cold, my heart is cold, my heart is ashamed!"

Si Xuanyang: "...Are you fucking poisonous?"

"It's not poisonous, I'm sick," Yu Sen peeked at him with one eye peeking out from the pillow, "If you don't read me a bedtime story today, my cold-hearted illness will never recover."

Si Xuanyang looked at the little half of his bloodless face, his eyes sank, and he scolded in a cold voice: "Lie down for me!"

Then resignedly opened the Bible again.

Yu Sen turned over and lay down, stretched his arms around Si Xuanyang's waist, and raised his head: "I'm ready."

Si Xuanyang: "..."

He sighed and read from the book: "In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth..."

There was a "thump, thud, thud" sound of running away in a panic outside the door.

Yu Sen immediately looked indignant: "Damn it, the female ghost still likes to eavesdrop! Is there any morality to eavesdrop on other people's boudoir affairs!"

Si Xuanyang's black face: "Shut up! Are you still listening?"

"Listen...don't scold, don't scold!"

Si Xuanyang stared at him for a few seconds, then read that sentence for the third time: "In the beginning, God created the world..."

The room was quiet, and the deep voice seemed to be reading poetry.

Before he could say a few words, and even within a minute, he felt that the arms around his waist were much looser. When he looked down, he had already fallen asleep with his brows wrinkled. Against the background, it became paler and paler.

Si Xuanyang's heart was stabbed lightly, the pain was not severe, but it was continuous and dense, which made his breathing slow down.

Gently closing the book, he carefully took off Yu Sen's arm, stuffed it into the quilt, held his cold hand for a while, and put the coat he wore during the day on top of the quilt.

After it was done, he lay down again, embraced the person, and closed his eyes.

There is a faint cold and warm fragrance lingering in the nose, even the sleep is sweet.

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The next day, Si Xuanyang was woken up by Si Nan's cries and slamming on the door.

"Yangyang! Why is your brother and my life so miserable——!"

Si Xuanyang opened his eyes irritably, and what he saw was Yu Sen's face as pale as paper, and even the blood faded from his lips in an instant.

He seemed to be startled and grabbed the skirt of his left chest, but he couldn't open his eyes.

Si Xuanyang panicked all of a sudden, and frantically lifted Yu Sen's head, covered his ears helplessly, and put his other hand on his chest to help him breathe.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... nothing will happen, nothing will happen..."

However, Si Nan was still shouting outside, and Yu Sen flinched, moaning and clutching the corner of Si Xuanyang's clothes. He only felt that his head was going to split open, but the pain in his chest was even worse, like a big hand pinching his heart. He stopped, kept squeezing, and even tasted blood in his throat.

Si Xuanyang didn't dare to let him go, but the knocking on the door continued, so he had to call him slowly, trying to wake Yu Sen up from the panic and nightmare.

There seemed to be a woman's sinister laughter in the air.

Yu Sen struggled to open his eyes, curled up his body and panted, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat as if he had just been picked up from the water, and waved weakly at Si Xuanyang: "I'm fine, go and open the door for him, later You must think that something happened to us."

Si Xuanyang gently smoothed the sweat-drenched black hair on his forehead, helped him dry the sweat on his forehead, and wrapped the quilt tightly around him to prevent the cool breeze from entering. .

Then the anger in his eyes exploded, and he walked towards the door with a murderous look.

Yu Sen curled up in the quilt, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. He could feel that if he stayed here for a long time, his body would go from bad to worse.