Little Mr. is one hundred years old

After school, Qing Huan stayed at school for an extra half an hour because of her duty. Now the days are getting shorter, and it was already getting dark when she returned home.I took the bus back, but the bus broke down, and Qing Huan walked home because there was not much to go.As he walked, he felt that something was wrong—the surrounding area was too quiet, there were fewer and fewer people, and even the street lights looked a little strange.

Qing Huan saw the tall man standing in front of her, took a step back, and immediately turned around, but she didn't expect that there was also a person standing behind her - a petite Western beauty...it turned out to be Lynn.

"Do yourememberme? (Do you remember me)"

"Lynn, wemetlastnight...(we met last night)" Qing Huan replied: "inthetent. (in the tent)"

"No, we met30yearsagoin...London. (We met 30 years ago, in London)" Lynn looked at Qing and smiled sweetly.

Hearing what she said, Qing Huan frowned - they actually met...

"You are young still..." Lynn looked at Qing Huan and smiled.

Hearing this, Qing Huan recalled what M said to herself, and stepped back subconsciously, but at the same time, a cold body was attached to her back...

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The sound of unknown hymns chanted in the ears continuously, making people unable to help but want to sleep, sleep... sleep all the time...

But the smell of blood surrounding him kept tearing at Qing Huan's nerves, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

It was difficult to open my eyes. The ceiling was very high, and the statues of the seven royal angels in the Apocalypse were painted on it. Because it was a dome, the seven angels seemed to be looking down at themselves, with terribly stubborn expressions.

Qing Huan shuddered, sat up, and found that her body was wet. It turned out that she was lying in a rectangular transparent glass coffin, and that glass coffin was filled with blood. Qing Huan was bathed in blood just now. , covered with black rose petals on his body, in the world of vampires, black roses represent the kiss of death.Qing Huan hurriedly left the glass coffin, holding back the feeling of retching - although he was not afraid of blood, he was very afraid of seeing so much blood.

The sound of the hymn still continued, and it was unknown where it came from.

Where the hell is this?Qing Huan looked around, and through those few candles, she could see the surrounding environment, whether it was decoration or decoration, it was completely ancient European flavor - is there such a place in China?

Qing Huan walked out of the room holding the candlestick, and could not hear anything except the sound of the hymn. Several candle lights flickered in the dark, adding a bit of horror.

Where is it... Qing Huan still remembers that she was talking to Lynn before she fell into a coma. Could it be that Lynn brought her here?But if Lynn has plans for herself, where is she now?

Qing Huan walked in the corridor, his footsteps echoed constantly, as if someone was following her under the illusion... Qing Huan really wanted to yell for Lynn to come out, so as not to play tricks like this...

No...the sound of footsteps...it really seems like someone is following me, and...more than one...

Qing Huan stopped abruptly, and the sound of footsteps behind her also stopped abruptly.

Qing Huan turned her head and saw a row of "people" following behind her - all foreign girls in white suspender dresses and hair draped over her head, they looked like participants in a certain ceremony.

Qing Huan looked at their faces, all of them were ashen and lifeless, and she knew that they were no longer in the same world as herself.

Qing Huan didn't know what they wanted to do, but if they wanted to follow her, it was up to them.

Qing Huan continued to walk forward, trying to find the stairs to go down, but he turned around and couldn't find the stairs. Instead, there were more and more "people" following behind.

"Woooo..."

"help me……"

"help me……"

"Woooo... let me go..."

Qing Huan was startled when she heard the sudden cry—it was in Chinese.

Qing Huan followed the sound and found a room, he opened the door without hesitation and went in - this room was very empty, there was only one bed, a girl was shivering on the bed, and another girl was hugging her knees under the bed cry.

"Who are you?" Qing Huan asked.

The two girls looked up, and Qing Huan saw clearly that they were the two girls who had disappeared before.

This house is too weird - if these two girls are the two who disappeared, then these other foreign girls should be the missing girls in various places in the newspaper that King showed him.

"Do you want to come with me?" Qing Huan asked the two girls.

"Ah."

Qing Huan stretched out his hand to them, and suddenly his body was pulled. The foreign girls who were following behind him came forward one by one, restraining Qing Huan and preventing him from moving.

It was as if they had been ordered to control themselves.

But under normal circumstances, if Qing Huan is not willing, the evil spirits cannot get close...

The girls who grabbed Qing Huan were quickly bounced away by a force, but they rushed up tirelessly, these fell down and the others came up again... Qing Huan took advantage of the gap and grabbed the two girls She ran out of the room with her hand, ran to the other side of the corridor, and ran back to the room where Qing Huan woke up in the first place, and then locked the door.

Qing Huan listened to the movement outside, it was the sound of random footsteps, but they could only wander outside the door.

Qing Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to ask about the situation of the two girls, but when he turned around, two black shadows rushed over, biting Qing Huan's neck one from the left and the other from the right...

"hiss……"

The feeling of being pierced by fangs made Qing Huan couldn't help moaning. He wanted to get rid of the two of them but couldn't. If they were the same as those foreign girls just now, he didn't have to worry about it, but ...

"Crack!!" The gothic-style window was knocked open from the outside, and the glass shattered all over the floor.Qing Huan only saw a black shadow jumping over like lightning, and then the two girls who were biting her neck were pulled away forcefully——

Qing Huan sat on the ground weakly, gasping for breath, seeing the black sharp nails exposed under the long sleeves, hurriedly said: "M, don't, they are still living creatures!!"

M, who was full of murderous air, stopped moving, and retracted his nails, then left the two girls, walked towards Qing Huan, squatted down, looked at Qing Huan: "Hee hee, Mr. Bai, I didn't expect you to still broke in."

Qing Huan touched her injured neck and hissed: "I don't want to..."

M picked up Qing Huan from the ground, Qing Huan subconsciously grasped his robe tightly, looked up at his face, and then realized that M's hat had slipped off, revealing a pair of eyes, one eye was black, the other eye was black. It's the silver color of Momei... Unfortunately, with my back to the moonlight, I still can't see the whole face clearly.

"gone."

A strong cold wind hit, and Qing Huan closed her eyes, feeling that the voice of the hymn gradually faded away until she could no longer hear it, but her body's perception became more and more real.

Qing Huan opened her eyes, but she was lying on the bed, and the person in front of her was not M, but...King, then turned her head, and saw...Gu Yuehua on the other side.