Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

This was the last crisis they encountered that night.

As Song Chunyang expected, half an hour later, the hexagram array began to rotate counterclockwise.

Along with the hint of difficulty, Guan Qiaoqiao's system also gives key information.

...a book that records ancient hexagrams.

This book can be taken out and read freely, because Song Chunyang quickly found the evil hexagrams in it that fit his speculation.

And soon, Song Chunyang clearly saw a monkey-skinned man appearing at the back door of the shop that was originally clean, rolling around on the ground, as if he wanted to pour this body with boiling water and stick it to his body so that it could not come off. Monkey skin rubbed off.

Song Chunyang reviewed the general shape of the evil formation in his mind, and dragged Guan Qiaoqiao to tiptoe away from the front door.

As soon as the formation turned, the bottle girl on the street at the door also shifted its activity area.

Song Chunyang carefully avoided the area where the formation could reach, but heard screams coming from far and near from time to time.

It takes a lot of energy to take care of the people around him and himself, and Song Chunyang really has no time to care about him.

This hour was probably the longest hour in his life.

When he heard the mechanical notification sound announcing the end, Song Chunyang, who was drenched in sweat, went back to the brightly lit milk tea shop.

He still had the milk tea poured by Guan Qiaoqiao on his body, and the lemon grapefruit tea prepared for Yuan Benshan was on hand.

Everything was exactly the same as the scene before he went in, and the clock on the wall was still pointing to 07:30, just when the thick fog had just risen.

In half an hour, the movie he and Yuan Benshan wanted to watch would begin.

The nightmare just now seemed to be just an illusion.However, the body of the man who was chased by the bottle girl in the mission world just now disappeared from Song Chunyang's eyes like a carbon pencil drawing that had been erased by an eraser.

Disappearing like this is the little girl who just made milk tea for Song Chunyang.

... She is also one of the missionaries.

Out of eleven people, only five survived.

After all, without Song Chunyang's yin and yang eyes, if you want to find out the laws of the world, you have to be chased by ghosts. Calculating the straight-line distance of ghost activities is equivalent to jumping repeatedly on the edge of death.

Even if they have the guts, there are not many people who can see that the trajectory of ghosts is arranged by hexagrams.

Therefore, except for Guan Qiaoqiao and Song Chunyang, these people can only be said to be alive by luck.

The three surviving people happened to be allies. Facing the death of others, they just sat quietly for a while, showing the sad expressions of rabbits and foxes, and got up and left after a few minutes.

Guan Qiaoqiao, who followed Song Chunyang to successfully pass the test, was still in shock, and said to Song Chunyang: "You are so brave."

Song Chunyang stared straight ahead blankly, without speaking.

At this moment, the bell at the door rang, and Yuan Benshan walked in, laughing before saying anything, but seeing Song Chunyang who was half wet, he couldn't help being startled: "What's the matter?"

Song Chunyang saw Yuan Benshan at a glance, threw himself into his arms like a kitten, and burst into tears.

Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Is this the same person as before?

Song Chunyang was in a different world, all supported by his desire to see Yuan Benshan, and when he saw the person he was thinking of, his legs went limp.

There was no other way, Yuan Benshan could only announce the cancellation of the film project, recited Song Chunyang out of the milk tea shop, and said to take him back to change clothes.

Song Chunyang said tremblingly, wronged, Yuan Er, I almost lost sight of you.

Yuan Benshan smiled: "Isn't it just to buy a milk tea, why is it so hot?"

Song Chunyang originally told Yuan Benshan what he had encountered.

Yuan Benshan brought Song Chunyang into his dormitory, and summed up Song Chunyang's cry just now in two words: "Don't make trouble."

Song Chunyang was in a hurry when he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly took off his clothes.

He said, "Old Yuan, help me see if there is something on my back?!"

Yuan Benshan's eyes froze, and he stroked Song Chunyang's slender back.

On Song Chunyang's spine, from top to bottom, there are nine deep black engravings with different shapes, and the topmost engraving has faded, and its shape looks like a small eight-diagram diagram.

Yuan Benshan touched the gossip map that was about to disappear, and found that the traces faded with his gentle touch, but the lower engraved seal did not change color at all. Instead, a black mist entangled and climbed onto his body. fingertip.

Yuan Benshan's face changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his hand: "What is this?!"

Song Chunyang wept with a sad face: "I told you..."

Yuan Benshan's expression turned serious.

He hugged the frightened Song Chunyang into the quilt, kissed his watery blue eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid."

After being comforted, Yuan Benshan was about to get up and leave, but Song Chunyang grabbed his hand crying and begged softly: "Old Yuan, don't leave, I'm afraid."

Yuan Benshan stroked his eyebrows: "If you are told to take a bath now, you should be even more afraid. I will twist a towel for you and wipe your body. You smell like milk."

Song Chunyang buried his face in the quilt, only revealing a pair of jewel-like eyes, like a domestic kitten: "Then you go quickly."

Yuan Benshan smiled, turned and left, walked into the bathroom, and took his mobile phone away without a sound.

As soon as Yuan Benshan left, Song Chunyang wrapped his little quilt tightly, wanting to chew and analyze the information Guan Qiaoqiao told him again.

Suddenly, a slightly cold mechanical male voice came from his mind: "...um cough."

Song Chunyang suddenly turned over and sat up, bumping his head against the bed board, grinning in pain: "Who are you?"

Mechanical voice: "...I am your system."

Song Chunyang slapped his forehead: "Damn, I forgot about this."

Mechanical voice: "..."

Song Chunyang asked: "When did you come?"

Mechanical voice: "When you cry like a dog."

Song Chunyang: "..." Are your systems so unfriendly?

Mechanical voice: "I'm not your boyfriend, don't talk to me."

Song Chunyang: "??" Can you hear what I'm thinking?

Mechanical voice: "Heh."

Song Chunyang crossed his legs: "Then...Xiao Tongzi, what can you help me with?"

Mechanical voice: "..." He felt like a eunuch in a trance.

Although he already had a premonition that he was assigned to an unreliable host, Mechanical Voice patiently explained his function and introduced the operating mechanism of this system.

What it said was similar to what Guan Qiaoqiao said.

The main system will open the alien space at a specific time and place, just like what happened in the milk tea shop at 07:30 tonight.

Participants who have been assigned this task must arrive at the prescribed milk tea shop before 07:30 and wait for the task to start.

Don't keep the appointment, Liang.

Late, cool.

I can't survive the allotted time in a different dimension, Ryou.

The back of each tasker will be automatically engraved like the engraving on Song Chunyang's back, showing the identity of the tasker. Every time a task is completed, one engraving will be erased in order from top to bottom.

Song Chunyang raised his hand and asked, "I have a question."

Mechanical voice: "Ask."

Song Chunyang: "When will the time, place and content of the task be announced?"

Mechanical voice: "There is still one month before the next mission."

Song Chunyang: "... Isn't this just waiting to die irregularly?"

The mechanical voice thought for a while, and said ruthlessly: "Yes."

Song Chunyang was so frightened that he wrapped his little quilt tightly again.

He found that he no longer remembered the face of the person who died in the mission.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have forgotten so quickly, especially the man who killed him so badly, he even took a special look at him.

Facts have proved that dying in a different dimension will indeed be "erased" in reality.

He shivered: "What is the 'key prompt'..."

The mechanical sound business is obviously very proficient: "After you enter the alien space, as time goes by, the difficulty of survival will increase. I will receive the prompt information from the main system in due course and give you some corresponding tips."

Song Chunyang was full of hope: "Apart from this, what else do you have?"

The mechanical voice thought for a while: "Do you need me to amplify the sad spell for you?"

Song Chunyang: "..."

So, apart from publishing the content of the task, giving keywords, and reminding the tasker how long it will take to finish the task, this system is useless.

Mechanical voice: "Well. I'm useless."

Song Chunyang turned into a puppy's legs in a second: "Xiao Tongzi, I didn't mean that, your lord has a lot, okay?"

The mechanical voice was a little annoyed: "...my name is Xi Lou, number 3397."

Song Chunyang was surprised: "Are you human?"

Xi Lou: "..." If I were really artificial intelligence, I wouldn't have to worry about it now.

Song Chunyang patted his head, feeling quite amazed by the fact that someone was hiding inside: "Are you also working for the main system?"

"After I died, my soul was captured and taken in by the main system." Xi Lou said, "I signed a contract with the main system. If a host I follow can complete ten tasks alive, the main system will use energy to rebuild for me. Reshape the original body and identity."

Song Chunyang: "Then the longest host you have brought..."

Xi Lou: "Seven worlds."

Song Chunyang suddenly felt a sense of responsibility, and patted his chest: "Lou Lou, I promise, I will definitely get you a body back!"

Xi Lou was noncommittal.

He thought Song Chunyang was stupid.

Obviously too busy to take care of himself, he still has the mind to ensure that there is something.

Song Chunyang is indeed a fool.

He promised sincerely, because he already had a goal in his life, and he didn't mind giving Xilou another hand.

Yuan Benshan is his running head.

He hasn't lived his whole life with Yuan Benshan yet, he must live on, and he has the confidence.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, everything changed.

Song Chunyang asked for sick leave from the school these days and stayed at Yuan Benshan's place, but Yuan Benshan always stayed outside and didn't come back often, and he didn't know what he was up to.

Three days later, when he rushed back to the dormitory, he had a look of joy that Song Chunyang couldn't understand: "Chunyang, I found it! I finally found it!"

Song Chunyang was chatting with Xi Lou to learn more about the rules of the system, and he was stunned when he heard this.

Before Song Chunyang could speak, he took off his shirt and turned his back to Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang was shocked to find that there were nine black engravings on Yuan Benshan's back that were exactly the same as himself!

...the shape of a book is still vaguely visible on top.

Yuan Benshan hugged the dull Song Chunyang: "Chunyang, I went online, looked for friends, and asked around, and finally found information related to your situation from a forum. I chatted privately with several people who claimed to have participated in the mission, Some are here to join in the fun, but some are real. I spent a lot of money to get a mission information, and looked at it according to the time and place shown on it, and sure enough, you are not lying, I have this on me too—"

He took Song Chunyang's hand, guided it to his back, and let him stroke it: "...I asked my system, and it said that two people who are familiar with each other during the mission can sign an alliance agreement and share the same Mission... I can accompany you in the future. Chunyang, don't be afraid..."

Song Chunyang just woke up like a dream.

He almost went crazy, he punched Yuan Benshan on the shoulder, like a kitten running mad with his master: "Who told you to go?! Who asked you to accompany me—do you know how dangerous it is?! I don't care, I don't want to!!"

He threw himself on Yuan Benshan's back with red eyes, and wiped the remaining nine engravings with his sleeve desperately, tears streaming down his face: "I can't wipe it off...why can't I wipe it off?"

Song Chunyang, the fried cat, was pulled into Yuan Benshan's arms, and the gentle kiss pressed him involuntarily, making him a little out of breath.

After the blown hair was calmed down, and the little guy curled up in his arms and wept angrily, Yuan Benshan hugged him tightly and stared at his beautiful eyes with tenderness: "Don't be angry, okay. I will protect you." I will protect you myself."

With a crying voice, Song Chunyang said softly, "I don't."

"Don't make trouble." Yuan Benshan kissed his amber eyes again, "Trust me."

Gradually, Song Chunyang's boiling blood subsided.

He leaned into Yuan Benshan's arms, raised his hand and touched his eyes, thinking, I should protect you.