The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

Song An hesitated for a moment, he is not a cowardly person, but the death scene of this kind of horror movie still needs to wait and see.

He closed the door gently, and raised his ears to catch the movement outside.The rustling sound continued, as if it was going to the corridor west of Yugeng, where Yue Ling and Fang Zhiqiang lived.

No, if he remembers correctly, there is room 404 that is absolutely not allowed to enter.

His heart fluttered restlessly, although it was dangerous, it was obviously a strong clue.

On the other side, the Yueling door quietly opened another gap, and a faint light poured into the dark corridor from inside.

This beautiful woman who had just washed her face had removed her heavy makeup at this time, showing a bit of youthful purity.

She also seemed to have heard the movement, took a towel to dry her face, walked out of the bathroom, and frowned dissatisfiedly when she saw the black figure standing there.

"What are you doing here at this time? If someone finds out, it will be troublesome."

However, the tall figure in a black robe whose face could not be seen at all did not respond.

Yue Ling began to feel that something was wrong. After all, the person who should come to her is not so tall, and the other person's whole body seems to be wrapped in a thick yin, even if it is so far away, it makes people feel cold all over.

She became vigilant all of a sudden, opened the distance from the opposite side, turned out a small pure blue spar in the palm of her hand, chanted a spell in her mouth, bit her fingertips suddenly, and yelled at the shadow.

The spar emitted a dazzling blue-red light, hitting Soi Ying's body, reflecting his appearance.His face was pale, his smiling eyes were crooked, his mouth was black, with huge gaps open like a clown, making him creepy.

In the face of Yue Ling's attack, he did not suffer any injuries, and his steps continued to move forward, as heavy as the feet wearing lead shoes rubbed against the ground, making harsh sounds.

Yue Ling's eyes widened in shock. Although she was indeed not as powerful as advertised, it was no problem to deal with this evil spirit.But the reality gave her a slap in the face, causing fear to surge in her heart, and she took a step back involuntarily.

And this step is a signal.

The black shadow rushed forward, sticking to Yue Ling's body like glue, eroding her skin bit by bit.This kind of pain, like being burned by fire, made Yue Ling scream in pain, twisting her body constantly to get rid of the other party.

But the other party was like glue-like silk, tightly wrapped around her skin, as long as she pulled her hand, it would grab a large piece of her flesh and blood.

After her skin was almost gone, the black shadow stretched out his hand and put it between her brows.

Obviously there are no sharp nails, but they cut through her scalp easily like a knife cutting tofu.Two pairs of black hands grabbed Yue Ling's well-maintained hair, and with a light pull, her face was pulled from the top of her head to the corner of her mouth.

The originally plump and rosy lips were torn open, hanging on the edge of the jaw like rags in the wind.

Song An vaguely heard the movement, he held the doorknob tightly, thought for a moment, then opened the door and walked out.

The corridor passing obliquely, stared straightly as if attracted by the darkness.The matryoshka doors placed on both sides smiled strangely, staring at him with beautiful round eyes.

Song An came to Yue Ling's room lightly, and sure enough, she saw that the door was not closed.He looked inside through the crack of the door, and saw a piece of flesh and blood lying in the middle of the bright red carpet. The already colorful blanket seemed to be full of blood, and it became more and more colorful.

He swallowed silently, instead of rushing in rashly, he observed the situation in the room.

Very good, the shadow is gone.

He just squeezed in, squatted beside Yue Ling, and found that she was still breathing.

Yue Ling's eyeballs were particularly terrifying at this time, without the wrapping of the skin around the eye sockets, they bulged outward as if they would fall out at any moment.

"Ten... 16 years ago..."

Her voice was so pitifully small that Song An had to move closer to hear her.But at this moment, he saw a tall black figure in Yue Ling's pupils, standing behind him, approaching him step by step.

Song An froze, he didn't even turn his head, stood up directly, and ran away.

At this moment, the huge bell rang again, hitting his brain like a thunderbolt, making his heart constrict continuously.

He didn't need to look back, he knew that the black shadow was not far away, obviously he was not running slowly, but the other party was like a shadow, not far or near behind him, as if admiring his embarrassing posture .

The door keeps receding in his sight: 401/402/403/404…

However, in the next second, his heart skipped a beat, because the house number that appeared was repeated over and over again.In other words, he was still running in the corridor to the west, just circling in circles like a ghost hitting a wall.

Song An could already hear the heavy rubbing sound behind him, and the cold and biting breath crawled all over his back, making the hairs on his neck stand up.

He glanced at 404, gritted his teeth, opened the door and rushed in.There is no other way, a dead horse is a living horse doctor, maybe there is still a way out here.

When the door of Room 404 closed, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.This place seems to be free from the space, isolating the friction sound outside, and can no longer feel that kind of coldness.

Listening to the violent beating of his heart, Song An licked his dry lips, but did not let down his vigilance.Because in this soundless silence, he sensed a greater danger.

The house was much more refined than the guest room he lived in, with a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the whole room with crystal light.The matryoshka dolls are also placed on the long dark brown wooden box, which is covered with exquisite patterns with glaze, and the production is unprecedentedly luxurious.

And just in front of the window sill fluttering slightly, there is a young man sitting.At this time, he obviously noticed the unexpected visitor, put down the book in his hand, stood up and looked at Song An.

Those were a pair of unique black pupils, as if they had absorbed all the light, they were as quiet and dangerous as a bottomless hell.

He was beautiful, but his complexion was too pale, revealing a morbid sense of beauty.The lip color is also very light, like a painting that has never been painted, and the fragility reveals an ethereal etherealness.

But Song An didn't feel at ease, he felt a more terrifying aura from this young man.

Just when he was about to speak, in the blink of an eye, the young man had already rushed in front of him, and tightly strangled his neck with his big bony hands.

So cold, so much strength...

This was Song An's greatest feeling at this time, because his throat was choked, and the breath in his lungs could not enter, which made him feel the pain of suffocation.Moreover, the bones in the neck couldn't bear such a strong force at all, and they had already started to make creaking noises.

It was not difficult for him to imagine that when his neck drooped, he would directly turn into a corpse.

He stretched out two hands and grabbed the young man's wrist, trying to break it apart.But the opponent's strength was astonishingly great, no matter how much he beat and scratched the thorn, he remained indifferent.

At this moment, the young man's face had changed, his deep black eyes showed a crazy murderous intent, the muscles on his face twisted violently, his nose exhaled excitement, it was not difficult to see that the other party was enjoying the existence of this moment.

Terrible.

It seems that in an instant, it has transformed from a human into a beast!

Song An knew that he would die if this continued, so he could only turn his mind quickly, looking for a way out.

With difficulty, he summoned the prop "Double-faced Buddha" and activated the side of the Holy Emperor.

The moment the props were lit up, it seemed as if some fragments of memory rushed into his mind.In the distorted pattern of time and space, a beautiful little boy was also pinched against the door by someone strangling his neck. He stared at the black shadow in front of him, but he didn't say any words of begging for mercy except for the tears flowing from the corner of his eyes, as if he had given up. struggled.

In a flash of inspiration, Song An realized who this little boy was, and slowly let go of his hands like ashes, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished like the sunset, leaving only a crystal tear falling from his reddish eyes , dripping impartially on the back of the young man's hand.

The young man froze for a moment, his ferocious expression slowed down, as if he was thinking about something, he tilted his head slightly and looked into Song An's eyes.The back of his hand trembled slightly, as if he had been scalded, and he relaxed his strength so that Song An could finally breathe fresh air, and suddenly collapsed on the ground and coughed violently.

After a while, he finally recovered his breath, raised his head to look at the young man, only to find that the young man was squatting in front of him like a big dog, tracing his face curiously.

He was about to speak, but saw the other party come up to him all of a sudden, gently licked the tear stains on his face with the tip of his tongue, and blinked his eyes in some puzzlement.

"Sweet……"

The voice of the young man is very pleasant, like jade and green, revealing a clear and elegant elegance.But the weirdness hidden in it makes people feel alert.

This is an undomesticated beast, possessing both the strength of an adult and the innocence and cruelty of a child.

How can tears be sweet?

Song An smiled wryly in his heart, but he had to hurry up and deal with the young man in front of him who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost.

"You hurt me..."

Because of being pinched vigorously, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant at this time, but there was an inexplicable charm in the reproach.

The young man suddenly became at a loss, and couldn't help but cover his ears, as if this would prevent him from getting itchy.

He looked at Song An pitifully, as if the crazy person just now was not him: "I'm sorry..."

Song An looked critically at his face, and then stretched out his hand reluctantly, signaling the young man to pull him up.

"Forget it, I'll forgive you this time, and when we meet again next time, you can't pinch my neck like this."

The young man stared blankly at the white and beautiful hand stretched out in front of his eyes. After a while, he suddenly became happy and grabbed him carefully.

So warm, is this the human temperature?

He smiled shyly, looking forward to the "next time" that Song An said.In fact, he is very lonely here alone, but everyone is always unwilling to approach him, and even refuses to let him go out.

Song An stood up, sat down in the seat where the young man had just sat, and took a look at his book.

"Lost Lamb"?