you are scary

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"It's probably a bug. Since it's alive, maybe it's an ostomy."

After a moment of astonishment, Bai Qianwan regained his composure. He stared at Zhou Yang's wrist and said in a nonchalant tone.

The qi technique is a sorcery in the southwestern region. After cursing a living person, the worms will live in the human body and gradually devour the bewitched people from the inside until they die.The way of Wang Ejie's death also resembled the one described in the book.

The hot pot was served, and there was steaming heat all around, but Zhou Yang only felt that his body was icy and cold, without any trace of heat.The man sitting across from him, stirring the strawberry smoothie with a spoon looked at him like he looked at a dead person.Through the warm mist, Bai Qianwan suddenly looked like a young judge sitting in hell.

"Why..." Zhou Yang clenched his wrist tightly, his lips trembled a few times, showing his pale teeth, "I thought these things would be over when Wang Ejie died. The person who killed Wang Ejie is still alive. Don't let me go."

Bai Qianwan couldn't help thinking, the reason why Zhou Yang thought that Wang Ejie's death marked the end of the incident was because Wang Ejie was one of the last masterminds of the incident?But if this is the case, why did Zhou Yang fall into the quagmire?According to Bai Qianwan's impression, Zhou Yang was not among the warehouse juvenile delinquents who bullied him that year.

"Is there no other way?" Zhou Yang was dripping with cold sweat, his fear was completely written on his face, not only his face was pale, but his fingers were trembling visibly.

This is the panic of human beings in the face of death...

At this time, Bai Qianwan's brain was still imagining weird ideas that had nothing to do with these things.

Zhou Yang could hardly sit still, his panic turned into anger, like boiling soup in a hot pot, bubbling and bubbling.Fortunately, Bai Qianwan's silence was not too long. Before the anger poured on him, he came back to his senses and said, "Unless you know who the vomiter is, find him, and get the solution. Or kill him."

Excitement flickered in his eyes.

But this emotion is like a bird flying outside the window, it is only fleeting.Zhou Yang no longer cares about Bai Qianwan's micro-expressions. His mind is full of the tragic situation of his boss, Wang Ejie. He has a huge basketball head, his skin is purple and black and chapped, and green pus is flowing out. The foul smell seems to be wafting from the sewer. ——He didn't want to be like that, let alone die.

He patted the table hard, gritted his teeth and said, "How could I know who that person is!"

"Who did Wang Ejie suspect, why not make a little reasoning and speculation?" Bai Qianwan suggested.

Zhou Yangjia looked coldly with hatred in his eyes: "The person he suspects is you."

"But, I didn't do that." Bai Qianwan spread his hands indifferently.

"I managed to get out, drive a good car and buy a house..." Zhou Yang no longer had the indifference and elegance of Bai Qianwan reunited with him, he kept picking at the red mole on his wrist nervously, his eyes were red .He is now just a hysterical patient on the verge of death, longing for a straw to save him at the edge of the collapsing lake.

He stopped, stunned: "What should I do?"

How to do?

The strawberries and cream in the cup have been smashed by Bai Qianwan, like a puddle of red blood.

He silently recited Zhou Yang's words not long ago: "If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts calling your door. Mr. Zhou originally thought so... But the victims in the world are not all people who have done bad things."

Zhou Yang stared blankly at Bai Qianwan, the other's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and what he said unintentionally from his two thin lips, which had nothing to do with him, was shocking to him.

Cold sweat slipped from his temples, Zhou Yang stood still, speechless for a long time.

Bai Qianwan didn't notice Zhou Yang's change. He looked at the time on his phone and guessed that Song Nongmo should return to the apartment in District B.He had to go back sooner, otherwise he might have a choker on his neck in the future.He got up to say goodbye, and when he walked past Zhou Yang, he suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Help me."

Zhou Yang's eyes were as fragile and helpless as broken ice, and his face was wet with a thin layer of sweat.

He said: "I did something wrong in the past, but no matter what, I can't be guilty of death..."

What is Zhou Yang doing for this, and who is he confessing to?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bai Qianwan shook his head lightly, pulling his arms far away, "Besides, I can't help you."

Those books related to magic were left by him in the old house in District D. After he left, he never touched them again.

"But you are a wizard," Zhou Yang begged in a low voice, "you know something, right? For example, how to delay the onset of voodoo?"

Bai Qianwan wondered: "I haven't done this for a long time."

At the same time, Xiaokang Wang floated into the house in Area B like a flying butterfly and hung his body upside down on the chandelier.The big bed in the bedroom was empty, and the shackles were neatly folded and placed on the table just like when they went out.The cell was as quiet as ever, and the only thing that disappeared was the missing escaped prisoner.

"Unconscious prisoners should be punished well." Xiaokang Wang shook his head, "You can't do this, you have to learn the art of controlling people."

A man was leaning against the door of the master bedroom, holding the flame of a lighter in his palm.Smoke drifted from the lit spark drawer, he took the cigarette away, and sighed inaudibly: "I can never completely lock him here."

Xiaokang Wang smiled and exposed him: "You can, it's just that you can't bear it."

Can't bear it?Song Nongmo also asked himself in his heart.

Although he is well aware of Bai Qianwan's true nature, for a long time, Song Nongmo has faced him with a fragile and beautiful shell of human beings every day, and that weak and bright smile can always seduce people's hearts. , no one can detect his savage nature.

Should Bai Qianwan be blamed?Song Nongmo didn't intend to do this.Bai Qianwan will always come back, he knows how to measure.Song Nongmo could even guess how Bai Qianwan would apologize, kiss and rub shoulders with him when he returned home soon.

Their indescribable ambiguity since their teenage years is the sweet shackles on each other's wrists, and because of this, both of them are willing to give in and compromise.

"You like him, don't you?" Xiaokang Wang said.

A faint smile appeared on Song Nongmo's smoky side face: "Is there even a need to ask about this kind of thing?"

"I'm part of my natal family. For more than 2000 years, my brothers who died young and I met in another way. It's very fate." Xiaokang Wang narrowed his eyes teasingly, "You too, I never thought we would meet in the 22nd century."

Xiaokang Wang and Bai Qianwan don't look alike.The appearance of the warriors admired in ancient times is probably the typical example of the well-off king - thick eyebrows, square chin and wide forehead, which have nothing to do with Bai Qianwan's delicate face.Strange as it may be, they share a subtle resemblance at certain moments, nonetheless.

"Me too?"

"The sorcerer and the prince exchange privately, without any shame, I have witnessed it with my own eyes!" Xiaokang Wang stared at the relief on the ceiling, already caught in the memories of thousands of years ago.

"Shameless?"

Even though he felt absurd, Song Nongmo was still somewhat pleased by Xiaokang Wang's description.

"I might as well entrust you with a dream." Xiaokang Wang Hui blinked his eyes mischievously, thinking that Bai Qianwan once forbade him to entrust Song Nongmo to entrust him with a dream, he became playful, "It's very interesting, those things in the previous life At that time, Bai Qianwan was about the same as he is now—maybe he had a bad temper and bullied you hard."

Xiaokang Wang has decided to do bad things, whether Song Nongmo is willing or not, he will sleep in the past tonight.

Bai Qianwan bid farewell to Zhou Yang, but he went to the D area.

What moved him was not Zhou Yangqing's sincere pleading, or any sympathy, it was purely out of interest—if possible, he planned to take a step closer to the unknown murderer.

During his years of solitary life away from school, no one cared about him except Song Nongmo who was far away.Now a mysterious person suddenly appeared, not only massacred the mastermind in the campus bullying case, but also Zhou Yang who only played a silent role in the incident. Judging from the current situation, the biggest motive of this person is It was revenge for Bai Qianwan.

He was tired of murderers making their own decisions, but also curious about who the other party was and why he did it.

Bai Qianwan's pale, apologetic smile was reflected in the rearview mirror. He hesitated for a while, and responded to the taxi driver's doubts: "Excuse me, please divert to the intersection of Pengze Avenue in District D."

The old house in District D houses the old books he scavenged in the early years, about witchcraft, Gu planting, and so on.The year he left school, he didn't even take a copy with him.

Bai Qianwan thought to himself, maybe he could find relevant content about delaying insect Gu in the book, and even save Zhou Yang's life.

Since I just came to Pengze Avenue not long ago, Bai Qianwan's memory of it is like an old handrail that has been wiped brand new. It is not difficult to find the small cement building of Bai's house on the way.It was getting late and it was time for ghosts to be active again. Ghosts of various shapes and shapes gradually appeared on Pengze Avenue, and they looked curiously at the young man coming from the intersection.The dim streetlights shone on the baseball cap he was wearing, and the swaying hair below seemed to be dyed the color of chestnut.The man seemed to be aware of the sight of the ghosts, and raised his face slightly, revealing a sharp chin under the shadow of the brim of his hat.

Nine years later, Pengze Avenue has long been a remote place in District D. Most of the humans who come and go are old people and children who live here.The man walked all the way from the sidewalk to the concrete building door of the Bai family without looking sideways. He pulled out two almost pale hands from the pockets of his down jacket, held the key and opened the door.At that moment, he heard the abnormal sound of the little ghosts hovering above his head gasping for breath.

"He's going to Bai's house—"

"who is he?"

"It's a thief!"

The ghosts only wander outside the Bai family...

It was daytime when we came here earlier, and the street ghosts were nowhere to be seen, so Bai Qianwan didn't notice this.

The finger that turned the key stopped, and the biting coolness came from the rust on the cold iron door, and he shivered suddenly.

The yard was empty, no one was there, and there were no ghosts.

Those voices of discussion were left behind by Bai Qianwan, and gradually disappeared.

When he was about to open the second door, he found that the door was not locked.

In an instant, Bai Qianwan's throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands.

Who is in there?

What came into view was the figure of a man. The moment the man gradually turned around and saw his facial features clearly, the empty and faded dim living room suddenly twisted. The following was submerged by sea water, and what came into the ear canal in the next second was Bai Qianwan's own voice: "Why are you here?"

With a faint smile on Bai Cheng's face, he bent down and picked up the key that fell at Bai Qianwan's feet.

"Aren't you looking for me?"

He crossed Baiqian Bay and closed the door.

Bai Qianwan smelled the rotten wood on his body, like a worm crawling out of a tree hole.