After knocking on the door of the evil god pretty [unlimited]

When Si Qingyan woke up again, he was already in his own building.

The dark and oppressive roof, the humid air with a bit of musty smell, and the sound of boiling people and horns outside the window disturbed people's dreams.

Si Qingyan lay on the bed for a long time before his dazed head finally started to turn.

He looked up and looked around.

He was lying in the room full of various notes and diaries. He had inspected the entire building before, and only this room had beds and bedding. It seemed that the previous owner bought it himself.

He tried to leave the building before, but couldn't find the door to leave anyway.

Si Qingyan got up from the bed, took mineral water from the ground aside, and drank most of the bottle in one go.There are no tables and chairs in this room, just like a rental house for annual holidays.

During the movement, he found that the wounds on his body had disappeared, and his skin became intact again, without even a scar, as if those wounds had never been there.

His blood-stained clothes were also taken off, and now he was only wearing a pair of underpants and a white shirt.

After drinking the water, Si Qingyan climbed back to bed and lay down, wanting to continue sleeping.

Although the wounds on his body were gone, the dizziness from excessive blood loss was still there, and the feeling of extreme exhaustion from not being able to rest for several days was left behind.

When Si Qingyan woke up again, it was already night, and there was silence outside the window, except for the faint street lamps.

There was no light in the room, so it was completely dark, and could only be seen vaguely with the help of street lights outside.

Not long after Si Qingyan opened his eyes, the temperature in the room dropped suddenly. He saw that a person dressed in red appeared in the room.

Looking at each other, they threw something at Si Qingyan, and Si Qingyan instinctively caught it.

It was a photo that had been torn and glued together. The person who glued the photo was very poorly crafted. Many places were glued crookedly, and some of the tape was even wrinkled on the surface of the photo.

In the photo, a rather handsome woman is sitting cross-legged on the bed.

In her arms, a four-year-old girl who resembles her by three points and Qian Huaishan by five points is sitting cross-legged like her. The little girl raised her small head, looking at that it should be her mother's. The woman's face, both of them had bright smiles on their faces.

"Is this Qian Xiaohan's spirit possession?" Si Qingyan immediately recognized the two people in the photo.

It’s been a while since the photo was taken, and it was taken with Polaroid. There is no glue on the surface, and it has turned yellow because it has been sandwiched in the book for a long time, but this does not affect the bright smiles on the faces of the two people in the photo.

"Ah."

Si Qingyan flipped through the photos, and found that the photos were glued down rather poorly, as if made by a child.

Now he has no way of knowing whether the photos were pasted up by Qian Xiaohan himself and then stolen by Qian Shulong, or because Qian Shulong secretly pasted up the photos because he knew that Qian Xiaohan had a bad conscience after he died.

"Put it away." Si said.

Si Qingyan nodded, he knew that the ghosts were extremely important to ghosts, they were the basis for the existence of ghosts in the world, once the ghosts were destroyed, the ghosts would be wiped out.

On the contrary, as long as the possessed spirit is still there, even if the ghost is scattered, it can still recover.

In the dungeon, Zuo Haoming's contract ghost was broken up several times.

"Where are Zuo Haoming and Xu Qingqiong?" Si Qingyan suddenly thought of them.

"Back to where they should go."

Knowing that Zuo Haoming and Xu Qingqiong were still alive, Si Qingyan was not asking about the situation of Xiong Hua and his group, so he didn't care.

He is not responsible for whether Xiong Hua's group is alive or not, and Xiong Hua's group is obviously not prepared to be responsible for him, and even if necessary, he believes that Xiong Hua's group will choose to let him die at any time.

Si Qingyan looked at Si with a smile, "What about your spirit possession?"

The corners of Si's mouth curled up, and there was a slight coldness in the eyes that condensed all the evil in the world.

Knowing that he didn't want to give the spirit object to himself, Si Qingyan didn't mind, and lay back on the bed after smiling.

It can be seen that Si Qingyan, who has been cleaned up, has a head of half-length white hair that is fluffy and messy. Coupled with the white shirt on his body, he looks more refined, just like a character walking out of a game poster. reality.

Under the shirt, the flat body is slightly thin.

With the shirt down, Si Qingyan's two slender, white legs were casually draped, and her upturned toes were round and white.

He paused, and looked away.

At that moment, he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was beating in his chest, and that feeling made him a little panicked and a little helpless.

Without saying a word, he just disappeared.

Si Qingyan pulled the quilt to wrap herself up, and closed her eyes.

Just as he was about to sleep again, the temperature in the room, which had just risen, dropped suddenly again.

He opened his eyes and looked at another red figure that had just appeared in the corner of the roof in the distance.

That is Qian Xiaohan.

Qian Xiaohan is like a cat that can climb the wall, she hangs in the corner of the roof, she should have been following Si before.

There were many new wounds on her body, and her hair was cut off in many places, obviously it had already been tidied up.

Seeing that she had disappeared at this moment, she carefully moved along the wall towards Si Qingyan, approached Si Qingyan, and stopped above Si Qingyan's head. Her hair, which was already longer than her, moved as if consciously, and slowly moved towards Si Qingyan. Yan took the photo and left.

When Si Qingyan noticed it, he raised his hand and handed the photo to Qian Xiaohan.

Qian Xiaohan was taken aback when Si Qingyan moved. She turned around and wanted to run away, but when she saw the photo in Si Qingyan's hand, she held back again.

Her hair slowly curled into her boss Qingyan's hand, took the photo from Si Qingyan's hand, and brought the photo in front of her.

Seeing the woman with a bright smile in the photo, she made an inaudible purr like a cat from her throat. She was very happy to snatch back the most important thing to her from Si's hand, but she was also very sad , because she couldn't find "mother".

"When I can get out of this building, I'll take you to find her." Si Qingyan looked up at Qian Xiaohan's face under his hair.

With a bloodless face, bloody eyes, and cheeks with obvious baby fat, Qian Xiaohan chose the four-year-old appearance at the same time as in the photo after awakening from ordinary red clothes to consciousness.

Probably for her, even if she is no longer human, even if her consciousness is chaotic, she was the happiest and most memorable when she was four years old.

"Hmm..." Qian Xiaohan slowly raised her head.

"Take you to find your mother." Si Qingyan explained.

Qian Xiaohan is no longer human, and she can no longer be defined by human thinking. Now she is more like a cat acting on instinct.

Hearing this, Qian Xiaohan started to move. She manipulated her hair and slowly put the photo that was most precious to her on Si Qingyan's chest. Lightly brushed over the photo.

Si Qingyan was a little surprised when he saw it.

Is Qian Xiaohan going to hand over her spirit possession to him for safekeeping?

There must be his own considerations for giving Qian Xiaohan's spirit possession to him. He believes it, but he is more willing to return it to Qian Xiaohan, because it is not just a spirit possession to Qian Xiaohan, it is also a kind of spiritual possession. There is a picture of my mother.

He didn't expect Qian Xiaohan to return it to him.

Before Si Qingyan recovered from her surprise, Qian Xiaohan had already come down from the wall, and she squatted on his bedside like a cat on all fours, looking at him eagerly.

Si Qingyan was dumbfounded, "I mean later."

There was no exit from this building, even if he climbed through the window, he couldn't leave. He had to think of a way to leave this building first.

Knowing that she couldn't go to "mother" right away, Qian Xiaohan was a little sad. She lowered her head sadly to look at her hand on the ground, and all the hair curled up beside her was drooping.

In less than three seconds, Qian Xiaohan looked up expectantly again.

She waited.

Si Qingyan was dumb again.

He stretched out his hand, and slowly approached her head under Qian Xiaohan's watchful gaze, ignoring the hair that instinctively floated up in an attacking posture, and gently touched Qian Xiaohan's head.

Sensing Si Qingyan's actions, Qian Xiaohan was stunned.

Her wary eyes softened gradually, and her floating hair also became soft. They wrapped around her boss Qing Yan's hands, and she yearned for the feeling of being treated gently.

That made her think of "mother".

After touching his head, Si Qingyan withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

His physical exhaustion has not completely disappeared, and he still needs rest.

Seeing this, Qian Xiaohan lightly poked Si Qingyan's cheek with the tip of her hair. After knowing that Si Qingyan stopped touching her head, she squatted down in a corner and looked closely at Si Qingyan. .

When Si Qingyan woke up again, it was already noon on the third day.

After sleeping for two full nights, he felt a little weak, and his stomach kept growling.

Not counting the time in the dungeon, it was already the fifth day since he was pulled into this building. During the five days, he hardly ate anything except water.

Si Qingyan got up staggeringly, found the clothes left in the building by the previous owner, put them on, and began to think about how to leave the building.

If he can't go out again, he will starve to death.

He lived on the third floor, and after getting up, he walked downstairs.

Walking through the stairs and reaching the second floor, he began to check room by room, not letting go of every window.

If the previous owner could get out, it means there must be a way out.

There are a total of six rooms on the second floor, and it took Si Qingyan some time to inspect each of them. When inspecting the entire floor, Si Qingyan felt a little faint.

Si Qingyan supported the wall and moved towards the first floor after slowing down at the stairway.

It is said that it is the first floor, but the layout is actually the same as that of the upper floor. There is a corridor connected by stairs, and there are six rooms on both sides of the corridor.

On the first floor, Si Qingyan checked along the stairs.

Qian Xiaohan has been following along, seeing Si Qingyan opening the doors of every room, she seemed to understand something, ran to the front and opened the doors of every room, then turned her head and looked at Si Qingyan anxiously. Qingyan.

All the doors were opened, and the sunlight shone into the building through the windows of the house, giving a faint light to the dark building, and Si Qingyan's pretty face was blurred under the light.

Si Qingyan uncomfortably raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when he got used to the light and looked again, he had already appeared beside him.

Having glanced at Qian Xiaohan in the corridor who would go crazy when he saw him, he floated into the corridor, and after a small sound, a door-shaped thing was pushed out a crack.

The light shines into the corridor, illuminating the entire dark corridor.

Together with the light entering the corridor, there are also those voices and horns outside the corridor. This building is in the center of the downtown.

Si Qingyan looked out of the gap, there was a sidewalk in front of the door, there were countless pedestrians passing by on the sidewalk, the road was in front of the sidewalk, and there were countless vehicles on the road.

Neither pedestrians on the sidewalk nor people in cars seemed to be paying attention to their side.

Si Qingyan patted his hungry stomach, leaned on the wall and walked towards the door.

Qian Xiaohan immediately wanted to follow, but seeing the bright sunshine outside the door and Si standing behind the door who was not afraid of the sun, she retreated timidly into the depths of the corridor, "Well..."

Si Qingyan walked into the sidewalk to look for food.

As he stepped in, people on the sidewalk finally saw him, but they only passed him with a quick glance.

Seeing that Si Qingyan was about to leave, Qian Xiaohan became anxious. She roared and was about to rush to the stairs, but when she ran to the stairs and saw the bright sunshine outside, she ran back in fear.

He glanced at her and closed the door.

"Hiss!" Qian Xiaohan gasped.

I raised my eyebrows.

The door that had just been closed in the corridor was suddenly opened, and both Si and Qian Xiaohan looked towards the door.

The sunlight penetrated into the house from outside the door, illuminating the entire corridor, making the dark, damp and musty air in the corridor fresh.

Under the sun, Si Qingyan, who was wearing a shirt, had his half-length white hair tied up casually, and he was casual and beautiful.

Seeing Si Qingyan, Qian Xiaohan was delighted, but Si was puzzled.

He could feel that Si Qingyan was starving himself to death.

He was never human and could not understand the feeling of hunger, but he still knew what death was.

He didn't want Si Qingyan to die.

"I have no money." Being watched, Si Qingyan was pitiful.

He held his stomach with one hand, the low blood sugar made him dizzy.

After disappearing, he reappeared, and when he reappeared, he had something extra in his hand, so he threw it to Si Qingyan.

Si Qingyan took it, and it was round and heavy. He looked at it, and it turned out to be a string of copper coins.

Si Qingyan looked at the copper coin with a sense of age and then at Si, his expression became complicated for a moment, "How long have you been dead?"

He originally thought that Si was about the same age as him, but now it seemed that Si might be his grandfather's grandfather.

Seeing what Si Qingyan was thinking, he was stunned for a while, and he glanced at the strange and bustling world outside the door, and disappeared again.

When he reappeared, he already had a bronze knife glowing with blue light in his hand.

Si Qingyan looked at the pile of bronze, then at the copper coins in his hand, put away the smile on his face, showing a little more solemnity and respect, respecting the old and loving the young.

This is no longer grandpa's grandpa, this is already grandpa's grandpa's grandpa's grandpa...

Seeing the solemnity and respect on Si Qingyan's face, he felt dazed for the first time.

It is about to disappear again.

"No need!" Seeing this, Si Qingyan quickly stopped him, he was really afraid that Si would give him a handful of shells when he reappeared.

Si Qingyan looked at the copper coins in his hand, untied the weathered rope, took out five coins from inside, turned and went out.

After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at Si in the room, "Do you want to go with me?"

Si was slightly startled, "This is not a copy."

Unless Si Qingyan walks without eyes, he won't die easily and doesn't need protection.

"But I want to walk with you." Si Qingyan smiled brightly under the sun, and he felt that Si's awkward personality might be due to being out of touch with the world for too long.

Kindergarten teachers have taught, respect the old and love the young, start from me.

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