Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

Luo didn't respond to Shen Jingwen's message. He sat up and rubbed his hair, drooping his head in frustration, not knowing what he was thinking. In the heavy darkness, the phone screen lit up again. He frowned and unlocked it, and found that It's Shen Jingwen.

To be honest, he is now more and more sure that the man who sneaked up on him just now is this well-dressed dean, but he has no choice but to have no evidence.

[go to bed early. ]

It was another irrelevant words, Luo muttered for a while, but he didn't know what to reply, he fell on the bed, covering his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling like escaping, but soon the feeling of spying in the dark made his hairs stand on end Got up, shuddered and stood up.

In the silent darkness, he looked at the bedroom where everything seemed to have changed, and found a red spot in the narrow corner of the bed. Luo couldn't help but clenched his fists and walked over. He was angry at the messy documents on the desk. On the ground where the succulent plant was placed, there was a tiny red spot, which looked dim in the dark but could not be ignored.

It was a miniature camera. Luo pinched the thing between his fingers, squinted to observe the shape, and then threw it on the ground indifferently and crushed it with his feet. The whole bedroom became messy, but now Luo hardly has any He had no energy to clean, but he collapsed on the bed weakly, covering his head with the quilt.

Shen Jingwen looked at his unilateral news on the chat interface, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, put the phone back into his pocket, then took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it, the gray smoke lingered upwards in the cold silence, The man slightly raised his head and looked at the dark window, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He couldn't help rubbing his fingers, as if reminiscing about the touch just now, even his lips started to feel hot, Shen Jingwen licked his lips, feeling an addictive pleasure, he couldn't wait any longer.

[it is good. ]

A special notification sound came from the coat pocket, Shen Jingwen squinted his eyes, watched Luo's reply at last, and finally left downstairs in a good mood.

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That altar...Luo thought about the little clues left by the mysterious man before, coupled with Wang Li's guesses, they went to the wasteland of the unfinished building in the northern suburbs.

At the beginning, the hype here was in full swing, but the developer took the money and ran away, leaving only these empty floors with weeds growing underneath, which looked very weird. Some guys who did mysterious live broadcasts also came at night Exploring the secrets here, but obviously, there are no ghosts, it is human beings who scare themselves.

"This place is really suitable for doing those sneaky spells." Wang Li said while biting his cigarette, he walked through the weed pile half a person's height with some difficulty, and with both hands he pushed aside the branch that almost hit his face with blood, and made a way ahead.

Luo walked cautiously following Wang Li's footsteps, and sometimes almost staggered and fell to the ground.

"It's time for you to practice more." Wang Li turned his head and curled his lips and said, his eyes were full of disgust for Luo's clumsiness.

"...Compared to me, you are the one who should live the most healthy life." Luo Hui said, patted the dust off his body, and stopped following Wang Li, striding forward.

"Hey, this kid." Wang Li called out strangely, but finally shook his head and smiled, and followed behind the young reporter.

The building in front of me had nearly nine floors, but it was only poured with exposed steel and concrete, and everything looked empty.It is full of waste left over from the construction of buildings, as well as some construction waste stored in the city outside. This place has become a natural storage place, exuding an unspeakable stench.

Luo held his nose and searched the empty building.

"Just the two of us, we can't wander around in this unfinished building like headless chickens." The cold air seemed to invade his body, Wang Li shivered, and then lit a cigarette to drive away the coldness .

"Symmetrical." Luo said. Ancient China paid the most attention to symmetrical beauty. This is the case for spells and altars. "It's on the second floor."

The dark circles under Wang Li's eyes were already so thick that he couldn't see his small eyes clearly. Strands of drooping hair covered the upper half of his face. If it wasn't for his clothes, he could still be called neat. I'm afraid he has long been regarded as a homeless beggar and sent to the police station.

Obviously, he fits well with this unfinished building.Wang Li sighed, followed Luo up to the second floor, and then they split up to find the location of the altar.Luo went to the north, and Wang Li went to the south. Walking on the concrete floor, you can still feel small particles rolling under your feet. Luo continued to walk forward and looked at the balcony not far away (no, it should only be said that there is no On the open ground for safety measures), there is a string hanging on which clothes are dried.

When he found it, Luo was even more cautious, for fear of making a sound. Soon, in front of him, he saw a fire rising from the ground, burning the contents of the pot, and boiling. Luo had a bad idea, and he revealed it. Opening the lid of the pot and looking at the cooking stuff inside, I couldn't help but retched while clutching my chest, it was the corpse of a baby.

With a pale face, the young man looked at the altar in front of him. There were statues of evil gods on it, as well as the spell drawn on yellow paper. , it seems that it has only been burned for a while, and finally there is a group photo of the family of four, which is placed next to the statue.

Luo slammed the censer to the ground with great force, and the incense ash immediately covered the whole area, creating a cloud of smoke.

"Come out!" Luo roared, echoing constantly in the empty environment.Then he picked up the statue, and then threw it on the ground, too, and it shattered.

Why does such terrible feudal dross still exist in the new era until now?Luo's eyes couldn't help but filled with tears. After venting his collapse, he listened to the movement with red eyes.

The sound of footsteps came quickly, and the young man dodged to the side, but his clothes were still torn. Luo bit his lower lip and looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him. He looked to be in his 50s, and his pupils were deeply, sticky. The thick and filthy evil, with burns on his hand that existed before, held a dagger tightly and looked at Luo with hatred.

"Why bother me?" the man said, his voice was hoarse as if he had been destroyed, like a cold poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

"Because you deserve to die." Luo said indifferently, clenching his fists.

The man rushed towards him again, and the young man couldn't resist being scratched on the face by him, blood oozing out.At this moment, Luo thought that he should listen to Wang Li's words and practice hard, otherwise he would not have reached this point.

"I've already called the police." Wang Li came from not far away with his mobile phone in hand, his gloomy eyes were on the man, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.

The man gave Luo a hard look, then turned his head and left. Luo was about to chase but Wang Li grabbed his arm.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing?" Luo asked anxiously, not even noticing that half of his face was covered in blood, "He's about to run away!"

"Leave these to the police." Wang Li frowned and looked at the scars on Luo's face, "You just go to the hospital for me."

"What's this?"

Looking at the place where the man ran away, an inexplicable sadness came to his heart. He lowered his head to look at the iron pot still being cooked on the ground. He couldn't help turning his head away, and took a step forward. Weeping silently.

Wang Li sighed, raised his arm hesitantly, and finally put it on the young man's back, and patted it lightly.

Zhu Mingyue ran away from the back of the unfinished building, and the sound of the siren gradually came to his ears. He got into the bushes, crawled forward, and more and more human voices filled his ears. The voice of the demon But he said something in his ear.

Finally, he fled to an alley and leaned against the wall to breathe heavily. He was no longer young. His aging body and illness made his spirit abnormal. He needed to find a way to delay his life. ——

He can't die!

"Do you need help?" Zhu Mingyue raised his head slowly, looked at the man standing in front of him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Yes, it's you..." He tremblingly raised his finger and pointed at the person in front of him.

"I can help you." Shen Jingwen looked down at the hunched man, but his eyes were infinitely indifferent, like alms from above.

"Dean Shen..."

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Luo sat on the chair in the hospital, obediently waiting for the nurse to treat the wound for him. The wound was a little deep, and it was really painful when disinfected with alcohol, but Luo didn't even frown, just looked at it blankly. Ahead, a little empty.

After the wound was finally treated, a thick gauze was pasted on his face, Luo closed his eyes and seemed to be in a daze.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice came from in front of him, Luo looked up suspiciously at Shen Jingwen's dusty appearance, opened his mouth, and looked around only to find that he had been sent to a man's hospital. I don't know if it's fate or bad luck.

"It's okay." Luo shook his head, his face still pale.

Shen Jingwen naturally sat beside Luo, looking at his bandaged wound, with distressed expression in his eyes: "Does it hurt?"

With this question, Luo seemed to finally feel the pain on his face, the burning pain, he frowned, and finally shook his head.

"It's not good to be so brave." Shen Jingwen said with a smile.

"How do you know I'm here?" Luo's lips twitched, and finally asked.

"Probably telepathy." Shen Jingwen said jokingly, but his expression became serious the next second, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing." Luo didn't want to talk about the case any more, with his lips tightly closed and his expression fragile.

Of course Shen Jingwen knew what happened, but to be honest, he quite enjoyed the feeling of seeing Luo appear in front of his eyes like a delicate and fragile product, which made him come alive.

"It's okay." Shen Jingwen patted the young man's shoulder and comforted him.

"It won't happen again."

The author has something to say: the last chapter is not human flesh, not human flesh haha

When I was writing it, I thought of Li Dongxu in "Others Are Hell", it was full of temptation...