I, C, attend the funeral

Both Zhao Yin and Zihe couldn't adapt to the environment of otaku living alone.

Open the door and you will see the shoe cabinet and wardrobe in the entrance. The messy shoes and clothes are fine, the inflatable dolls that are ready but are not willing to throw away, the socks that are thrown away, the pants that need to be washed, and even a person who knows at a glance. The unpainted lunch boxes... are all piled up at the door.

Zhao Yin frowned, stepped over the shoes on the ground, and followed Zihe into the living room.

The two of them walked through the very narrow entrance and went directly to the living room.

Byun Zhuo had straps attached to the roof fan—it didn't look like it could bear his weight.

Zihe raised his head and saw Bian Zhuo was trembling all over, looking in pain, turned his head and said to Xiao Yao: "What should I do?"

"Hold him down." Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to support Bian Zhuo's thigh.

After hearing this, Zihe stepped on the chair, hugged Bian Zhuo's waist, dragged the suicide anchor off the table, and then pressed Bian Zhuo's shoulders with both hands to prevent Bian Zhuo from getting up again.

Zihe's hands could feel Bian Zhuo's whole body was hot, and his body muscles were trembling crazily, as if he had just been dragged up from an ice hole dozens of degrees below zero.

Zhao Yin casually squeezed a water glass from the side and found a small knife from the side drawer.

Zihe looked at the movement of the deadly boy, saw that the other party was holding a knife as if he was about to stab his finger, so he quickly grabbed the deadly girl's wrist, "What are you doing?"

"Take blood." Zhao Yin raised his eyes to meet Zihe's, and said calmly.

"Take mine!" Zihe stretched out his hand without saying a word, and handed it to Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin stared at the young man's hand in front of him, his palm was pale, and some spots could be vaguely seen on the cuffs of his long sleeves.

He pursed his lips and looked up at Zihe, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, as if it didn't matter if he let him go.

"You need the blood of a person with particularly strong yang energy, you can't do it, you look like a blood loss." Zhao Yin didn't take Zihe's hand in disgust.

Zihe was stunned for a moment, seeing that Zhao Yin wanted to cut his own finger, he was impatient - my little body must be perfect, how could there be a wound!

He grabbed Zhao Yin's wrist, turned his head and shouted towards the entrance: "Little Li!"

Li Juanshen stuffed the broken inflatable doll back into the broken closet in the entrance through a stack of toilet paper, and threw the toilet paper into the trash can in disgust.

His disgusted eyes swept over the garbage on the ground and the balls of toilet paper in the garbage can, stepped over two pairs of street shoes, walked through the hallway to the table, and first looked at the person who was pushed down on the chair, sluggish. The trembling Bian Zhuo raised his head and asked Zihe, "What are you doing?"

"Hand." Zihe stared at Li Juanshen's hand, said while pointing to Zhao Yin with his chin.

Li Juanshen stretched out his hand towards Zhao Yin.

What happened to his hand?

The next moment, Zhao Yin grabbed his index finger and dragged him to the water glass.

"Why - what the hell!" Li Juanshen asked, Zhao Yin quickly grabbed the dagger in his right hand and cut Li Juanshen's fingertips. Before he pulled his hand, he squeezed a large drop of blood into the water glass.

"..." Li Juanshen immediately stuffed his fingers into his mouth, took a breath, then stared at Zhao Yin and Zihe and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'd like to lend you a drop of blood, what are you talking about?" Zihe didn't even glance at Li Juanshen, while muttering mercilessly, he stared at Zhao Yin as he pinched the water glass, and put the mouth of the glass under Bian Zhuo's nose.

Immediately, Zhao Yin tilted the water glass slightly, letting Li Juanshen's blood full of yang energy slip to the mouth of the glass.

He put the water glass against Bian Zhuo's face, and the drop of blood was only a thin line away from Bian Zhuo's nostrils - it looked like Bian Zhuo had a nosebleed, and Zhao Yin was catching the nosebleed with a water glass.

The trembling of Bian Zhuo's body never stopped, and at this moment, his head also began to tremble.

"Press his head and don't let him move around." Zhao Yin turned his head and said to Li Juan.

Li Juan gritted his teeth deeply, furious in his heart, but seeing the serious and solemn expression of the high school student in front of him, he finally took a step forward and held Bian Zhuo's head with both hands——

For some reason, when he faced Zhao Yin, he often forgot that the other party was a high school student, and had a subconscious desire to obey when facing his boss.

While fixing Bian Zhuo's head, Li Juanshen glanced at Zhao Yin's face from time to time—maybe it was this serious and indifferent face?Or those determined and powerful eyes?

But Li Juanshen never felt that he was an easily influenced person.

He pursed his lips, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I have always been strong, and it is naturally easy to use when facing normal people.

But these two young people in front of them are obviously not normal people!

He was messing around here with these two magic sticks, and he even got a drop of blood drawn - it's a good thing none of his colleagues and friends knew about it, otherwise it would be really embarrassing and embarrassing.

The three of them were all focused on the live broadcast of Bian Zhuo who had hanged himself, and for a moment forgot about the mobile phone that was still on the edge of the table.

At this moment, the barrage never stops:

【Ahhh!Brother Hammer's face!His face!I'm going to faint!Let me be possessed by a ghost!Beg him to save me! 】

[I've had enough!What about the live broadcast of Ghostbusters?To hang himself live? !I was so scared that I forgot to eat, but suddenly I ate dog food?This is a manly move?ah? 】

[I don't care, it's so damn beautiful!It's my husband!It's my husband! 】

[Little Li with a big beard is so pitiful, what should I do if I feel sorry for him?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 】

[Big beards have no human rights!If you want to bleed, think of him!Ha ha ha ha! 】

[The bearded man is so cute!I pick him!Come to your aunt's arms quickly, and don't play with those two bad guys! 】

[Hahahaha, the bearded man has grown into a tall and strong physique, why is he so soft and sweet!Beep! 】

If Li Juanshen saw these bullet screens at this moment, he might feel like he would blow up the headquarters of this live broadcast platform!

—Fortunately, he didn't see it.The live broadcast platform is holding on to its life for the time being.

……

After the three intruders appeared in the live broadcast room, few people cared about the trembling anchor Bian Zhuo.

People's pursuit of "beauty" often overwhelms their fears—what's more, this fear is not the kind of fear that directly threatens them.

……

Surrounded by three people, Bian Zhuo was covered in cold sweat, dripping down his cheeks, and wet his short T-shirt.

He stared blankly at the front, unfocused, but the tears kept flowing down the corners of his eyes.

No one knows what Bian Zhuo is thinking now, but in short, it must be uncomfortable.

Li Juan held Bian Zhuo's head deeply, waited for 2 minutes, and said impatiently:

"What's this for? Why don't you call 120?"

He stared at Zhao Yin with burning eyes.

Zhao Yin didn't turn his head, but said softly: "Don't make a sound, don't move."

"..." Li Juanshen really wanted to shake his hands away so that the two young gods would stop trying to influence his behavior, but... After pondering for a moment, he still didn't move.

The fact that the big cat Kled can actually write puts a heavy stone in his heart - in the face of these mysterious and mysterious situations, he probably still wants to confirm.

In the end...is this world the way he knew it in the past, or...it's completely different.

He stared at Byun-joo and the glass with a drop of his own blood under his nose.

While breathing, the air seemed to freeze, and there was only Bian Zhuo's rustling sound when he was trembling, and Bian Zhuo's slight choking and sobbing when he was crying.

Just when Li Juanshen felt impatient again, Bian Zhuo's head twitched suddenly became violent.

Li Juanshen looked up at Zhao Yin worriedly, but saw that the other party looked confident, not nervous at all, just quietly pinching the quilt, looking straight ahead - as calm as an invigilator.

Li Juanshen had to exert more strength to keep Bian Zhuo's head from shaking and struggling too much.

Turning his head slightly, he saw Bian Zhuo's dazed and dull eyes began to roll up slightly. Although the eyes were open, the eyelids were shaking rapidly, as if he was playing a game where he wanted to blink but desperately held back.

Li Juanshen felt his mouth dry, and the inexplicable tension made him hold his breath.

"He—" he opened his mouth and wanted to ask Zhao Yin again, with a tense tone, he was very worried about Bian Zhuo's sudden death.

"Hush..." Zhao Yin didn't look up at him, but interrupted his words and hissed softly.

Hush, Zhao Yin also arched his waist slightly, as if he was a little more nervous than before.

Li Juan pursed his lips deeply, took a light breath, looked up at Zihe, and saw that the other party had been standing quietly, grabbing Bian Zhuo's arm to keep Bian Zhuo's body from leaving the chair, with a rare serious expression.

He had to calm down first - he thought he would wait another 5 minutes at most, no, maybe in 2 minutes he couldn't help but abandon these two pretenders and dial 120.

Only when he suspected that he was being stupid all along, Li Juanshen's eyes staring at Bian Zhuo's face suddenly widened.

He held his breath, his originally round eyes became wider and wider, unconsciously, he opened his mouth slightly, and his lips trembled with Bian Zhuo.

He wanted to swear, but he didn't dare to make any sound.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling, even Bian Zhuo seemed to be choked up suddenly, only weeping silently, without sobbing too much.

I saw a small light red meat worm slowly, slowly sticking its head out of Bian Zhuo's nostrils.

Although the little thing is only light red, the red on its body has a strange color, which makes people feel frightened when viewed - subconsciously feel threatened.

Li Juanshen didn't dare to move an inch, he unconsciously increased the strength of his hands around Bian Zhuo, and forced Bian Zhuo to never move—as if he was afraid of scaring the little worm.

There were two golden dots on the top of the bug's head, which seemed to be very small tentacles.

After it poked its head out, it didn't feel the danger in the air. It paused for a few seconds, and then crawled forward under the breathless stares of everyone.

Li Juanshen felt that if the little worm didn't crawl out again, he would almost suffocate from holding his breath.

His lips were trembling, his hands were cold, and Bian Zhuo's skin under his palms was extremely hot, almost hot.

Zhao Yin's hand was very steady, he held the water glass almost motionless, as if he was not breathing.

The air froze, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

The little light red meat worm moved forward again, its tentacles touched the drop of blood, and the golden tentacles were dyed red.

The next moment, like a hypocrite who eats and tastes, it suddenly pounced on the drop of blood.

Its whole body burst out of Bian Zhuo's nostrils at once, and behind the light red front half of its body were actually two black silk-like tails.

The half-finger-long black silk thread immediately turned blood red after it rolled the body into the blood drop -- it seemed to be using the whole body's skin to absorb Li Juanshen's blood.

Seeing the little meat worm quickly turn from light red to blood red, and his whole body stretched and fat, Li Juanshen only felt numbness in the back of his head—thinking that this thing came out of Bian Zhuo's nostrils, he felt his whole body It's all bad.

Zhao Yin is very patient and very calm.

He waited until the whole black thread and long tail of the little meat worm crawled out of Bian Zhuo's nasal cavity and was completely rolled into the blood drop in the water glass, and when no part of the worm's body came into contact with Bian Zhuo's skin, he suddenly raised the water glass and took it back.

Without stopping for a second, Zhao Yin quickly took out his hand from his pocket, and sprinkled a handful of incense ash mixed with glutinous rice into the glass directly.

The next moment, he flipped his hands like a shadow, snapped the glass on the table, and completely fixed the little worm between the water glass and the table—there was nowhere to escape!

Only then did Zihe shake his already stiff wrist, put aside Bian Zhuo who was leaning back on the chair back tremblingly, and stood up straight.

He leaned on the table and stared at the worms in the water glass that Zhao Yin was pressing.

I saw the seemingly weak body of the little meat worm, spinning like a scalded snake in the glass, so fast that only the red shadow in the glass could be seen forming a circle.

The water cup it hit made a loud noise, apparently with considerable strength.

Zhao Yin stared at the glass with heavy eyes, and pressed the water glass with his hand, without relaxing at all.

Li Juanshen also let go of Bian Zhuo's head, because he used too much force, Bian Zhuo's hairstyle was completely messed up, and the places on the sides of the young anchor's head and face where he pressed were purple.

He wiped the sweat from his palm on his jeans, and took a step closer to look into the glass that Zhao Yin was pointing at—the meat worm was still spinning around fast, trying to hit the glass and the table.

The glass was already filled with a stream of light red smoke, making the red shadow in the glass even more hazy.

"What is this?" Li Juanshen asked in a low voice unconsciously.

"Shadow puppets, poisonous insects in the miasma forest in the south, were grown into Gu insects by Wu Zhu. I don't know how much blood they drank... to raise them so big." Zhao Yin turned his head and looked at Li Juanshen, stretched out his fingers, and compared them. Half a fingernail' as short a distance,

"It's just a tiny bit of worm that sucks blood and drills into the human brain. Some live for a short time and are absorbed by people; some live for a long time and will suck blood from the host's brain, causing damage to the brain nerves and causing trance. to be manipulated."

"..." Li Juanshen swallowed dryly, staring at the thicker and thicker smoke in the glass, unable to utter a word.

After a few minutes, the smoke in the glass was so thick that the upside-down worms could hardly be seen, and the sound of the collision of soldiers disappeared, Zhao Yin finally let out a breath, but he still didn't dare to let go .

As long as this little bug doesn't have a single nerve that dies, it can still lose a part of its dead body and come back to life.

He sprinkled a thick layer of incense ash around the glass and spread glutinous rice on top.

"Is there a lighter?" He turned around and asked Li Juanshen.

Li Juanshen kept his eyes on the glass, took out the lighter from his pocket, and handed it to Zhao Yin silently and obediently.

Zhao Yin lit the lighter and started toasting the glass.

Seeing this, Zihe walked to the table, put his hand on the bottom of the glass, and pushed away the terribly small hand.

Zhao Yin looked up at Zihe, Zihe smiled and said, "You can't burn your hands."

As he spoke, the corners of Zihe's eyes were crooked, with a relaxed smile on his face.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips, and stared at Zihe with his deep eyes for a while, then he blinked his eyes, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, but he didn't speak, nor did he reject Zihe's kindness.

Only then did Zihe press down on the glass contentedly - he didn't feel that his behavior was so dog-legged that he didn't appear to be a 'spirit', 'vicious', or 'dominant'.

The glass was getting hotter and hotter, and Zihe had to pinch a napkin, fold it into several stacks and press it under his fingers.

The smoke in the glass gradually dissipated as the glass became hotter, and water vapor began to form in the glass. Soon, several people could clearly see that the bugs caught in the glass had completely turned into light gray. The long black tails have all turned gray.

Only then did Zhao Yin hand the lighter back to Li Juanshen, turned around and found a tin box containing cookies in the house, poured out the cookies inside, put the insect corpses in the glass, and all the glutinous rice incense ash into the glass. The cup is wrapped and poured into an iron box.

In the end, he repeatedly cleaned the table with a few pieces of toilet paper, and finally put all the garbage in an iron box, put it in a bag and put it aside, he was relieved.

Looking back at Bian Zhuo again, the young man was covered in cold sweat, his whole body was pale and bloodless, and his body was still trembling unconsciously.

However, fortunately, he finally regained consciousness, with a pale face, weakly slumped on the chair, he raised his head to look at Zhao Yin, Zihe and the others, and said with tears and snot, "Thank you...thank you... "

Zhao Yin stretched out his hand and patted Bian Zhuo's shoulder, "I'll call you a car in a while, and take you to the hospital... Well, it's better not to go to Binhai No.1 Civilian Hospital."

"Has the bug... been cleaned up? Is it possible... that there is another one in the body?" Bian Zhuo asked, embracing his arms, feeling so cold.

Although he recovered a bit, he was still terrified. Thinking of a worm crawling out of his nose, he felt chills all over his body, and was so frightened that he wanted to cry and collapse.

"Don't worry, there are no other bugs. If you want to raise one like this, it will take at least ten years. It is impossible for the person who made a Gu to be willing to use two on you, not to mention... that person may not be able to have one." The second one." Zhao Yin said as he walked to the bathroom and washed his hands.

When Zhao Yin came out of the bathroom, Li Juanshen finally took his eyes off the iron box.

He pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that they came to look for Bian Zhuo because of the live broadcast, and when he looked up, he saw that the phone was still on the table.

He stepped forward, grabbed the phone, and then took out the phone and sent a message to his colleagues, asking them to find the recorded video as soon as possible, and delete the scenes of him, Zihe and Zhao Yin.

……

The moment he grabbed the phone, the netizens who frantically swiped the bullet screen wailed.

[Why does this beard cover the camera! 】

【Let me see!I want to see!show me!I can still watch! 】

[Oh my god, let me see Brother Hammer's face!I want to see beautiful men!]

[Brother Hammer is so pretty!It's so cool!I want to be his girlfriend fan! 】

[Brother Hammer is so pretty!I want to give birth to him!It's really a hammer to death! 】

[Whether there is a perfect profile...hahahahaha...]

【233333】

[Is no one paying attention to that bug?Scared me ah ah ah ah! 】

[Fuck!What kind of bug is that!How did it come out of the nose?I was so scared that I felt cold all over! 】

[The slug lost its young life... 嘤嘤咻]

[The moment I saw the bug, I was limp on the chair, I thought I was going to die...]

[The anchor hugged himself in horror! 】

……

Zihe poured Bian Zhuo a glass of water, and then asked:

"The person who lives in the same ward with you, is there anyone who deliberately approaches you?"

Bian Zhuo raised his head and glanced at Zihe, his expression was in a daze for a while, and then he said, "It seems that there are no...the three are old people, and each has a guardian, so let's... just chat politely. No one has ever approached me……"

"I guess it was while you were sleeping..." Zihe said and fell into deep thought.

But Bian Zhuo showed a terrified expression. He might even feel scared when he sleeps in the future.

What's more... His eyes fell on the table in front of him - this table can't be taken anymore.

Gotta lose it, no!Burn it!

"Can you call a car and go to the hospital alone?" Li Juanshen turned to Bian Zhuo.

Bian Zhuo stood up slowly while leaning on the armrest of the chair, then wiped the sweat off his brow, nodded and said, "Yes... yes."

"Okay, then you can call a car to go to the hospital yourself. If there is anything wrong, just... call him." Li Juanshen said to Zihe, "Give him your number."

Zihe glanced at Li Juanshen, under the other's stare, pulled his lower lip, pinched Bian Zhuo's phone, asked Bian Zhuo to unlock it, turned off the live broadcast, opened the address book, and saved his number to Bian Zhuo In the mobile phone, he called his own number with Bian Zhuo's mobile phone.

After saving both sides, Zihe threw the mobile phone to Bian Zhuo, and each of the three tore a napkin, wiped their hands, walked around Bian Zhuo's chair, and went outside.

Bian Zhuo looked back at the three of them, took out his mobile phone and prepared to take a photo of the back of the three of them - although his home was messy and the background environment was not good, but... these three... are really heroes !

The back view of the hero leaving gracefully after saving lives is really handsome and worth recording.

Just when he was about to press the camera button, Li Juanshen suddenly said to Bian Zhuo behind him in a deep voice: "In the future, don't look for any haunted houses to explore live broadcasts. I'm afraid you can't stand the life of a little chicken like you." It’s a toss. What can’t be seen, heard, and filmed, is less recorded, knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.”

He didn't look back, and after saying this, he stepped over Bian Zhuo's dirty threshold, pushed open Bian Zhuo's smashed door, and walked out.

Bian Zhuo didn't dare to press the camera button with his fingers, and he watched the three of them just like when they came, and left his residence again.

He pursed his lips, trembling slightly, slowly lowered his arms, looking at the camera interface on his phone.

After a long time, he smiled wryly and thought: Although he received the signing notice from the live broadcast platform, but...do he really dare to continue broadcasting?

In the past few days...he didn't broadcast anything...that was beneficial to him.

Either he was scared to death by a ghost during the live broadcast, or he almost hanged himself during the live broadcast...

This... This also has sequelae... When he thinks about the live broadcast, he...he feels that something might happen to him...

Why is life so...so miserable!

I've been thinking about signing the contract, and finally I can sign the contract, but the live broadcast has become my biggest heart disease again.

Bian Zhuo squeezed the mobile phone in his hand, savoring the bitterness of life over and over again.

He is really suffering...

How could he be so unlucky!

Bitter to half-life to go!woo woo...

……

Three pairs of long legs stepped on the dust in the old corridor, and walked through the aisle piled up with various sundries.

Li Juan rubbed his temples deeply, still walking at the end, looking at the heads of the two people in front, with all kinds of thoughts in his heart, unable to calm down again.

Many things, although unbelievable, but... still happened!

When they got to the jeep downstairs, Li Juanshen asked Zhao Yin and Zihe, "Since Bian Zhuo's longevity lamp has been found, what shall we do next?"

If you want to find the person who arranged the life-and-death bureau that Zihe mentioned, can you be sure that he is among the three patients of Bian Zhuo that night?

Zihe shook his head, and while opening the rear door, he said: "Although the possibility is very high, it is still not 100% sure that Bian Zhuo is the Lantern of Burning Shou. We have to find the haunted house of the person who arranged the layout, and find the burning life." The layout of the Feng Shui Bureau is just right... We have to go back to the hospital first, and I'm going to meet Bian Zhuo's three roommates in the ward!"

The focus is not on Bian Zhuo, the person who made the arrangements may have focused on the feng shui bureau of the haunted house, relying on the shadow puppet to control Bian Zhuo to become a longevity lamp.

But... it is also possible that Bian Zhuo is just a cover-up—everything has not been finally and thoroughly confirmed, so no conclusion can be hastily drawn.

Zihe got into the car, and he had to find the thing with his own soul that supported the entire Fengshui bureau, so that he could determine everything about the Fengshui bureau.

When Zhao Yin heard Zihe's words, the hand that was pulling the passenger seat's door paused.

He turned his head to look at Zihe, with a satisfied expression in his eyes, as if he approved of Zihe's prudence and "no arbitrariness" and "no arbitrariness".

A barely noticeable arc appeared on his straight lips, and then he pulled the door open, sat in the car neatly, and stretched his thick eyebrows.

The originally deep and majestic eyes were shining with a hint of relief.

……

Li Juanshen got into the car and had to apply a lot of cooling oil under his nose.

Cheer up and continue to act as a driver on this particularly difficult day for him.

With one kick of the accelerator, the jeep drove to Binhai No.1 People's Hospital again.

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