When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling's whole body was plunged into a thick ink-like darkness, as if something cold and chilling along his ankles, pulling him to slide into the dark abyss.

The chill ran down his ankles, climbed up his wrists and the most vulnerable neck, and the strength tightened little by little. The surface seemed to be covered with some mucus, with a faint fishy smell. When tightening, the liquid fell down with gravity Viscous flow.

Dark, cold, lifeless.

Or the instinct of survival made Qian Ling start to struggle in this situation.

The mysterious forces that were just pulling him did not intend to stop there, they began to probe deeper.

Qian Ling's strength was of no avail at all.

He wanted to call out, but in the deadly darkness, he couldn't make any sound.

The sticky sound of wringing his hands was all around his ears.

He had obviously been fooled once, but he fell for the second time without stopping.

Qian Ling herself felt ashamed.

But soon he didn't even have the energy to pay attention to this, because in the closed darkness where even light couldn't penetrate - the wind blew up.

The cold wind seemed to turn into an invisible big hand, holding Qianling in his arms from behind, and the coolness also penetrated from under the hem of the clothes.

Qian Ling was wearing a cheongsam.

He reflexively moved his knees together, but another force on his ankle did not allow him to do so, and even pulled his snow-white and slender ankle, pulling it in the completely opposite direction.

Qian Ling panicked for a moment.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any difference between the cold wind, but Qian Ling is very keen, he knows that this is the same 'person' he met when he was burning incense during the day.

Liang Yi climbed up her calf.

Qian Ling was so cold that she shivered all over, and her eyelashes were also stained with moisture.

His position in this dungeon is "Chongxi Bride", and not only did he hide the matter of women's clothing from Youjia, but even Youxuan himself probably didn't know about it.

Although Qian Ling doesn't know the real cause of You Xuan's death.

But seeing that he can entangle him several times in a row is enough to show that even if he turns into a ghost, he has certain strength.

If You Xuan finds out that he is a man now, if he becomes angry from embarrassment, he can easily fuck him to death in this place called a dream.

Before Qianling entered the game, he refused Lu Ziyu's help with certain words, but after entering the dungeon, he failed and bounced back to the middle station, which is too shameful.

When the coolness climbed up the inner thigh, Qian Ling blushed and shouted in embarrassment, "You Xuan, is that you?"

When Qianling heard her own voice, she was also taken aback.

He thought he couldn't shout.

After hearing his voice, the coolness stagnated for a few seconds and did not continue upward, and even the shackles on his hands and feet were loosened a lot.

Is this a kind of silent acquiescence?

But Qianling hadn't had time to catch her breath for a long time, and the coolness was about to move again, sticking to the skin inch by inch, like the cold scales of reptiles, without a trace of the body temperature of a normal person.

Qian Ling quickly put her knees together.

His voice was trembling and soft, and the drops of water in his eyes were about to cry, as if he was begging, he shouted, "Sir, are you blaming me?"

The coolness stagnated slightly again.

But this time is different from the last time, but sticking to the skin of Qianling's leg, kneading it as if playing with a treasure, and the strength wrapped around his neck was also released, as if waiting for his next words.

Qianling opened her mouth, her vocal cords were dry and aching from the squeeze just now.

Facing an unknown monster alone, the grievance brewing in his chest will not be relieved after a temporary escape, but will flood towards Qianling together with physical discomfort.

The words she spoke were also soft and hoarse, with a repressed but still very obvious vibrato, "What an honor it is for me to be the husband's wife. After the husband passed away, I wanted to follow him desperately."

If it is not in such a completely dark environment at this moment, you will definitely be able to see the crystal clear teardrops rolling down to the snow-white cheeks, and the corners of the eyes and the roots of the ears are flushed together.

You Xuan is a ghost, can he see it?

Qian Ling didn't know clearly, but he knew very well that the other party could understand what he was talking about.

"But before I go with my husband, I have to do one more thing, to find out the culprit for my husband," he cried until he paused, "so that I can go to see my husband with peace of mind. "

No one answered.

In the quiet space, there was only Qian Ling's helpless sobbing.

Just when Qian Ling felt lost, the shackles on his hands and feet were untied.

Qian Ling didn't have any strength in his body, and was about to slip and fall, but was lifted up by an invisible force in the next second.

Although it was still cold, it didn't have that oppressive malice.

There was a sudden chill on Qianling's cheeks, like an invisible hand gently wiping away the tears on his cheeks.

Then, the side of his neck hurt.

It was as if it had been severely burned by something, and the entire piece of skin the size of a coin burned like a fire, and it seemed that even the bone marrow was also burned.

He couldn't control his tears and crying anymore, his cheeks were completely wet with tears.

The coolness held his cheeks tirelessly, wiping his tears, and his movements became more and more gentle, for fear of hurting him.

Qian Ling didn't understand.

What does the other party mean?

"Shallow Spirit."

"Shallow Spirit."

Suddenly a voice broke through the darkness, and the surrounding universe collapsed instantly. He was finally able to move, and the feeling of being down-to-earth became clear again, but Qian Ling's head was still in a drowsy state.

Qian Ling opened his eyes.

The moonlight was hazy for a moment, the person in front of him was wearing a long gray gown, with yellow flames dancing on his fingertips, it was an unburned talisman.

"woke up?"

The voice was still pale and did not fluctuate, and he put out the talisman with a wooden face, You Yunmu turned around and walked to the altar, and lit the extinguished incense candle with a torch.

The originally gloomy mourning hall was filled with warm firelight.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Qianling hummed.

His voice was hoarse, and his body was covered in cold sweat from a dream. His black hair was sticking to his cheeks, and his coat had fallen to the ground. He raised his hand to wipe it, only to find the cold sweat and tears on his forehead.

He said with difficulty, "I dreamed..."

Qian Ling timidly glanced at the open coffin, curled up her fingers silently, and just when she was about to say nothing, You Yunmu took the initiative to speak,

"Dreamed about You Xuan?"

You Yunmu turned around and looked at him.

The moonlight fell on the "girl" in front of her with special preference, the teardrops hanging on her slender and thick eyelashes glowed faintly, the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes were slightly rosy, like a god under the moonlight.

You Yunmu's eyes darkened, and he said lightly: "What happened in the mourning hall today must also be related to him."

Although it was an inquiry sentence, but he used a positive tone.

Qian Ling could only nod.

"I did dream about my husband, but I didn't quite know what he wanted to do. But I'm sure there was another reason for my husband's death."

"In any case, You Xuan did something wrong. The dead should have their souls rest in peace, not bother those who are still alive,"

As You Yunmu frowned, he suddenly approached.

On the contrary, Qian Ling was frightened by him and took a step back.

You Yunmu didn't stop, but reached out and grabbed the back of his neck.

A coolness rushed in, and he shivered.

Qianling: "..."

Really worthy of being a family, this ancestral body temperature.

The skin of the snow neck under his hands was excellent, soft and elastic, which distracted You Yunmu for a few seconds.

He put away other distracting thoughts, and with his slender fingertips, he picked Qianling's beautiful long hair like satin, and there was a bright red brand that looked like weeping blood, and the mysterious runes on it were clearly visible.

You Yunmu frowned slightly, "What did You Xuan do to you in your dream?"

Qianling was taken aback for a moment.

After reacting, her cheeks turned red in an instant, but her long eyelashes were stained with tears, as if You Yunmu had said something unrestrained.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, You Yunmu hurriedly asked again: "You'd better not have any reservations, tell me the truth."

He tapped the side of Qianling's neck,

"If you still want to live."

Qian Ling suddenly remembered that the stabbing pain in the dream was exactly where You Yunmu was pointing.

The hotness of the scorching soul is still vivid in my mind.

He didn't dare to hold back anymore, and told everything that happened this afternoon and evening.

He spoke very softly, and his voice was soft and waxy. When he talked about the details, he couldn't remember clearly, but his cheeks were flushed all over. This was already the maximum he could do.

You Yunmu has been observing his expression, not fake, so he interrupted him in time before Qian Ling blushed to the point of overload.

"I see, tell me what happened tonight."

Qianling hummed obediently.

Then he told about what happened after he fell asleep at night. After he finished speaking, his tearful eyes looked at You Yunmu, full of helplessness and bewilderment towards everything,

It seems that at this moment, he is Qian Ling's savior.

After You Yunmu was silent for a few seconds, Qian Ling became a little scared, her voice was trembling, and she asked in a low voice, "Did I say something that shouldn't be said?"

"No, because You Xuan planned to kill you at first." You Yunmu said lightly, "But then he seemed to have changed his mind and left a death contract on you."

You Yunmu gently stroked the rune on the side of Qianling's neck with his fingers.

Qianling's skin is very thin, and with a little force, a clear red mark will appear on the fair skin, making the originally eerie runes a little more charming and ambiguous.

"...Death contract?" Qian Ling was at a loss.

"There are two forms of contract conclusion, live contract and dead contract. A live contract can be terminated naturally after reaching the conditions previously agreed by both parties, but a dead contract is just the opposite."

You Yunmu said: "The death contract is a forbidden technique. During the contract period, your life will always be in the hands of the other party. Unless one of the two parties to the contract dies, it can be canceled."

simply put.

You Xuan let him go, but not completely.

In case You Xuan had a seizure one day, he could be crushed to death anytime and anywhere.

Qian Ling said: "Then what should I do now?"

[The author has something to say: The latest update time will not be too stable because of holidays.

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