sultry

When Ye Rongzhen woke up, he was exhausted.

What catches the eye is a carved wooden bed and a brocade quilt embroidered with large peonies.The two rows of red candles in front of the window were dimly shadowed.

He sat up, and could vaguely see the bright red lantern.

This is where?

The sweet aroma hits the nostrils.

There was a dead silence all around.

Only then did he see a thin cut on his wrist, the length of a thumb.

It was also carefully wrapped.

He tightened his grip on the gauze in his hand.

Walking down, the whole body is weakening.

The gunshot wound on his chest was also wrapped in gauze, and it was treated very cleanly.

He walked further and saw two sticks of incense burning in two rows of red tents.

In the middle of the incense table, there is a palm-sized object enshrined.

Cigarettes curl.

Looking carefully, it seems to be a mummy formed by the fetus in the placenta, which seems to be made for a long time, with a pair of lifeless eyes looking at people blankly.

There was a plate under there, and there was fresh, red... blood in the plate.

Because he smelled blood.

The aroma became more and more tangy.

Ye Rongzhen felt dizzy again.He fell to the ground, feeling himself in a cold embrace.

Someone picked him up and put him on the bed, gently stroking his face.

Soon his consciousness became chaotic, as if he was awake, sometimes he lost his five senses, sometimes it seemed that someone had come, and when he woke up, there was no one there.I don't know how long I was drowsy, but suddenly, as if in a dark and empty place, something was dripping down.

Tick.

Tick.

It's like the sound of a faucet ticking in the most peaceful night.

falling down.

The voice gradually amplified, amplified, and so loud that it gradually pulled his consciousness out of the chaos.

He was soft all over.

When the eyes are open, even the eyes are soft.

He saw his arms hanging from the sheets.

On the wrist, blood dripped down.

Drops of red blood fell down and landed in a white porcelain.

It was the bowl that once contained blood on the incense case.

A pair of slender hands landed on his wrists, wrapping his wound gently with gauze.

Looking up, I saw a young man in his early 30s, tall, wearing a suit, wearing rimless glasses, and a refined temperament.That temperament almost covered up his ordinary facial features.

A pair of slender eyes stared at him through the lens.

With a smile.

"Master Ye, are you awake?"

Qu Yin.

It turned out to be Qu Yin.

The person in the palm struggled.

Qu Yin stopped him effortlessly, and warm breath gushed into his ear, "Ye Gongzi, be quiet, I won't touch you. I just want to borrow some blood from you."

Ye Rongzhen's eyes widened in horror.

"That child was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day as you."

"I need to borrow some of your blood."

Qu Yin said with a smile.

In fact, Ye Rongzhen's blood is not necessarily required.

There are so many people born in the same year, the same month, and the same day in this world.

However, Ye Rongzhen used to be someone close to Cao Ying.

He still wanted to move.

Anyway, Cao Ying has been offended completely.

"Master Ye, this is the eighteenth floor underground. The bottom floor, this floor, is only you."

"The floor above you is the casino, and the floor above you is the den of prostitution."

"There are elevators extending in all directions underground. But you can't get out. Stay here obediently. I will take good care of you and talk to you."

"Qu Yin...are you sick?"

Ye Rongzhen asked incredulously.

Qu Yin held him in his arms and said quietly, "Ye Rongzhen, do you know? You are in my hands."

Qu Yin touched Ye Rongzhen's face.

What does it feel like to kiss?

The two brothers of the Cao family almost turned against each other.

He thought so, and did so.

Ye Rongzhen's wrist was still bleeding.

So a bloody kiss fell on him.

Qu Yin stood up, and said softly, Young Master Ye, in the future, you should eat well.

This is the only card in the duel between him and Cao Ying.