non-human reincarnation

The blue pupils of those people looked extremely strange, Cheng Yan jumped on the seat very quickly.

He reached out to Chi Wu, held him in his arms and jumped off again. When he landed, Cheng Yan felt that the water had spread to his calf, and his voice brushed against Chi Wu's ears: "Listen to what they are thinking."

"I'll try." Chi Wu didn't mind their actions at the moment, and stretched out a hand from Cheng Yan's arms, "Block me."

Cheng Yan let go and pinched the passenger's neck: "Come on!"

Chi Wu slapped his hand on that person's head as if beating someone. During the long time of his mind reading, Cheng Yan was not polite, and cooperated with Chi Wu very much, making an angry look, and punched those passengers. Kick.

"Cheng Yan," Chi Wu's eyebrows moved, his voice was low, his lips were tightly pressed into a line, "this time the water will not recede."

Cheng Yan's peach-blossom eyes were half-bent, and he smiled muffledly: "Then it's good that we die together."

"..." Chi Wu tugged at the corners of his mouth in boredom, and touched the inside of Cheng Yan's clothes with his hands, "Take it off first."

"Ordinary human beings pay attention to dressing neatly when they die. Is it not good for me to undress like this." Cheng Yan said.

The water flooded to the thigh, and Chi Wu glanced at Cheng Yan's wound, and said, "The T-shirt inside is burned."

"understood."

Cheng Yan put Chi Wu back to the place just now, and said to the others in a playful manner: "When you lose your temper, you have to punch twice to be happy."

Chi Wu: "..."

Cheng Yan took off his coat while walking, and stopped at the end of the carriage.

They didn't notice just now that there was a three-quarter-circle depression on the inside of the door handle, as if something was about to be stuck in it.

The corners of Cheng Yan's lips curled up a little, and without any hesitation, he pressed the eyeballs of the man he killed before into the depression.

The all-black eyeballs were the right size, but they didn't work. Cheng Yan pushed the door, but it couldn't be opened.

"Cheng Yan, what's wrong there?" Quan Wenlin asked earnestly.

"It's nothing." Cheng Yan glanced at the depression, walked back, and touched the T-shirt on his body.

His t-shirt didn't have much fabric left, so it came off as soon as he tore it off, but some of the scraps stuck to the wound, and Cheng Yan frowned slightly during the tearing process.

Shocking water waves rose to the top of the seats, and it wouldn't be long before they were submerged.

"What should we do now?" Wulilu hurriedly asked, "Will we still be flooded?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "This time the water will not recede."

The woman's eyes widened suddenly: "What?"

"Chi Wu and I have props that won't be flooded, so be careful." Cheng Yan said.

"You killed people, and now that the water is rising, you tell us to let us handle it ourselves?" Quan Wenlin looked at the water line, his face flushed.

"I said" Cheng Yan took out the matchbox and twirled it twice with his fingertips: "Everyone, use whatever housekeeping skills you have, otherwise I will die here, and I can only go outside and take responsibility for you."

"How can you do this," Quan Wenlin said, "my ability is useless in the water!"

"Don't be nervous," Cheng Yan struck a match and put it on the broken T-shirt, "Just kidding."

The flame touched the blue slime left by the previous car in the T-shirt, and it burst into flames.

He gently threw the match down, and the water receded at the same speed as it fell. A smile flashed across the corner of Cheng Yan's mouth, he knocked on the matchbox, took out a match, and gave Chi Wu: "You come."

"How many more?" Chi Wu asked.

"There are too many."

Wulilu: "Cheng Yan! Why are you still going down!"

"Killing one is killing, killing a group is also killing," Cheng Yan stood where the match fell, and lifted the bone knife, "Why don't we see if the door will open after killing all of them."

He was only wearing an empty coat, the collarbone protruding from the zipper button, the muscles of the forearm under the cuffs were stretched, and he almost raised and dropped the knife without any hesitation.

Standing in it, Cheng Yan showed anger and gloom in every expression, blinking his eyes lightly without warmth, watching the heads of those passengers roll down and turn into flowing liquid.

Chi Wu raised his eyelids, and what he saw was this scene. He flashed back to a few hours ago when he opened the door of the carriage and saw Cheng Yan standing alone in the middle of the carriage.

He is very good-looking, Chi Wu thought, even though his body was full of dirt, he couldn't hide his handsome face and bright eyes.

"Chi Wu, burn everything that can be burned." Cheng Yan said, "I want there to be no water in this carriage."

Chi Wu calmly withdrew his gaze, and hummed in a voice that Cheng Yan could hear.

Wulilu was the quickest to respond, and then the rest of them took off their clothes one after another, and were lit by the match in Chi Wu's hand.

When the water receded an inch, Cheng Yan took the bone knife and moved forward an inch.

The blue in the eyes of the passengers became darker and darker due to the loss of moisture. Cheng Yan killed the last person, and the compartment was completely dry.

A few of them jumped out of their seats: "They are all dead, what should we do?"

Cheng Yan bent down, and after a while, he stretched out his hand, and there was a crystal clear blue bead lying in his palm.

"It's so beautiful." The woman couldn't help but sigh, "Where did this come from?"

The bead was thrown from Cheng Yan's hand, and then returned to Cheng Yan's palm, and said in a casual voice: "Human eyes, do you want it?"

"..." The woman wished she could take back what she just said, "You picked it out?"

Cheng Yan didn't say anything, walked straight over, stood in the aisle, raised his hand at a 45-degree angle, and said to Chi Wu, "Come down."

"I can do it myself." Chi Wu sat on the back of the chair, slid down gently, and stepped on the seat with both feet, "Can I go out?"

"Should." Cheng Yan said, "Let's go."

The group of them reached the front of the car, Cheng Yan put the blue eyes in, and there was a flicking sound from inside the door, Cheng Yan spread his palms, pressed on the door, and easily opened the door too far.

The rest of the people jumped up quickly, and stepped out with one foot, breathing hard as if fleeing from some poisonous gas, and sighed: "Finally come out!"

The connection between the carriages was still the same, a dining car was put there, and when they looked at each other and smiled gratifiedly, and looked back at the previous carriage, Chi Wu was already squatting on the ground, opened the second floor, and took out the only box of instant noodles from it.

Sighing a little more, Yuan Dian took a slow step: "..."

Cheng Yanyang smiled, went over to get a few chickpeas, sat down in a place where no one was around, and leaned back his head slightly.

His eyelids are heavy, and Chi Wu is in his hazy vision, a small one, hugging his chest full of mineral water, like every time they go to the supermarket for big purchases.

"Chi Wu..." He raised his hand, "Come here."

After saying this, he lost consciousness.

Two bottles of mineral water in Chi Wu's hand rolled down, and he ran to Cheng Yan's side as fast as he could, holding his face in both hands, feeling the scalding temperature.

"Cheng Yan?" He patted Cheng Yan, and after not getting the memory, he called him again, "Cheng Yan?"

Wulilu swallowed a mouthful of chickpeas: "What happened to Cheng Yan?!"

Chi Wu turned his hand away and touched his forehead: "I have a fever."

The others didn't know how Cheng Yan blocked the knife in Chi Wu's hand in the previous carriage, and they were careless.

"It's okay to have a fever. I guess it's been soaked in water for a long time."

"It's okay to catch a cold in the ladder, just go out."

"Chi Wu, where did you get the instant noodles—"

"Can you go away?" Chi Wu interrupted them, "If you don't have medicine, go away."

They opened their mouths, and after reading each other, they found that there was indeed no medicine, and finally chose to leave in silence.

"Chi Wu, do you want me to help?" Wulilu said, "I don't have any medicine, but I can do something else."

Chi Wu pulled Cheng Yan's clothes away: "Is there a way?"

Wulilu looked over and opened his eyes after being startled: "How can you be so hurt? Is there anyone in this ladder who can hurt Cheng Yan like this?"

He glanced again, still couldn't bear to look at it, and repeatedly couldn't believe it: "This wound, what a cruel hand, what happened to the car in front of you..."

Chi Wu lowered his eyelashes and did not speak.

Cheng Yan was disturbed by chattering on Wuli Road for too long. He snorted impatiently from his nasal cavity and tilted his head down.

Chi Wu supported him and slowly put him on his lap.

"What are you going to do now?" Wulilu said, "I don't know how long it will take to wake up."

Chi Wu shook his head: "I don't know, and I don't have any medicine."

"Physical cooling first?" Wulilu said, "But...it seems that there is no way to do it."

"Go and rest." Chi Wu said, "He didn't wake up so quickly."

Wulilu nodded, and paused when he got up.

Cheng Yan lay sideways on Chi Wu's lap, and at some point, Chi Wu's hand was already on Cheng Yan's ear, as if comforting, hoping that Cheng Yan could sleep better.

The surrounding sounds dissipated, and Chi Wu's thumb circled slowly on Cheng Yan's temple.

After the coat was spread out, Cheng Yan's wound was exposed to the air, Chi Wu let go of one hand, and gently fanned Cheng Yan's wound, hoping that the wound would heal faster.

Time passed very slowly. Chi Wu's arm was sore and drooping. He tested the temperature on Cheng Yan's forehead, then lifted it to the wound, and then cycled back and forth.

A long time passed, and when Chi Wu's arms were drooping, he was gently grabbed by someone.

The fiery touch made Chi Wu panic, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Huh?" Cheng Yan seemed half awake, eyes half closed, "Why..."

The soft palm moved to Cheng Yan's forehead.

"It's still very hot, it seems hotter than before..." Chi Wu asked, "Are you dizzy?"

Cheng Yan raised his hand from his side, folded his backhand and placed it on the back of Chi Wu's hand, still not sober: "What?"

"It's okay, go to sleep." Chi Wu said, "Don't open your eyes."

Cheng Yan was very obedient, nodded inconspicuously, closed his eyes, but forgot to put his hands back.

"Wuwu," Cheng Yan's voice was hoarse, deep and muffled, as light as a feather passing through his heart, "it's a bit hot..."

Chi Wu pursed his lips, took Cheng Yan's hand off, and then took his own hand, lowered his head and blew on Cheng Yan's forehead, if it was too close, then moved a little farther away, so that the wind on Cheng Yan's forehead would be cooler of.

No.40 Six times when Chi Wu lowered his head and blew on Cheng Yan's forehead, Cheng Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

He was hanging in the sky, the tip of his nose was very close to Cheng Yan, the breath from his lips slowed down and became normal breathing.

The corners of Cheng Yan's mouth curled up, and the end of his eyes curled up. The arcs of both were very small, but it still made Chi Wu's face burn.

The small movements were fleeting, and Cheng Yan closed his eyes again with a chaotic appearance of a big dream.

"Cheng Yan, are you awake?"

The man lying on his lap didn't respond.

Chi Wu made a gesture to push his head away, and Cheng Yan opened his eyes: "Be gentle."

"How long have you been awake?" Chi Wu asked.

"I didn't wake up for long, just now," Cheng Yan rubbed his head, "I still feel uncomfortable."

His method of selling misery is very high, so Chi Wu didn't push him away again.

"Is your leg numb?" Cheng Yan asked.

Chi Wu nodded: "I don't feel anything anymore."

Cheng Yan stood up with his arms propped up, and looked down: "The wound seems to be better."

"It's fine." Chi Wu raised his legs and clenched his fists to activate the blood bit by bit.

After a while, his fist was held down, and Cheng Yan said, "Let me do it."

Chi Wu's curled fingers loosened, lingering in Cheng Yan's hand for two seconds, then naturally fell down.

"Cheng Yan, why are you being so nice to me?"