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Chen Zhou seemed a little too manic, the tombstones looked ominous no matter what, and it was too impulsive to smash them rashly.Fang Li originally wanted to stop him from smashing the tombstone, but Xie Baiyuan stopped him.

"He's not in the right state." Xie Baiyuan said softly.

Fang Li could only watch from a distance as Chen Zhou smashed the tombstones one by one. After smashing the last one, Chen Zhou dropped the hammer and sat on the ground. He covered his face and laughed out loud in relief.

After a while, Chen Zhou got up and wiped the rain off his face with his hand: "Go back."

Fang Li didn't speak, he and Xie Baiyuan walked in the rain in silence, now he only hoped that the time Xie Baiyuan said would come soon, so that they could get out of the dungeon as soon as possible.

If you don't leave, the living will be driven crazy here.

The three returned to the villa, and Chen Zhou sat on the sofa feeling lost.

Fang Li looked at Xie Baiyuan's clothes that were completely soaked in rain, and was a little worried about his body. "You go up and take a shower first, I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is any ginger."

He was going to make a bowl of ginger soup for Xie Baiyuan to go to the cold.

Xie Baiyuan nodded: "Okay, you come up as soon as possible."

Fang Li: "Yeah." After the clothes on his body were wet by the rain, they were stuck tightly to his body, making people quite uncomfortable.

Gu Feng and the others were still in the basement. Fang Li came to the wooden stairs and called the people in the basement to come up.

Zhao Xiaotong was a little confused: "Why did you come back from outside?"

Fang Li told her that the cave was connected to the cemetery in the back mountain, and he briefly described his experience in the cemetery just now. Of course, he deliberately concealed the calendar and letters left by Lao Han.

"Damn it," Zhao Xiaotong's scalp was about to explode just listening to Fang Li's narration, "Did the gardener prepare those tombstones? It's a good thing he died, otherwise, wouldn't we be driven to extinction."

Fang Li has been watching Dou Bing's expression, and he replied vaguely when he heard the words.

Gu Feng patted Xinxin on the head and asked her to sit on the chair obediently. He said to Fang Li, "You go up and take a bath too. I'll go to the kitchen and prepare ginger soup for you."

Zhao Xiaotong also urged: "Yes, go up quickly, don't catch a cold for a while." She muttered in a low voice: "It's Xie Baiyuan who feels distressed when he catches a cold."

Fang Li didn't want to be polite to him, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, then I'll go up first."

"I'll go up with you." Dou Bing said suddenly, "I'm a little tired, I want to go up and sleep for a while."

Fang Li took a steady look at him, and found that his expression was quite natural except that his lips were bloodless, "Okay."

Everyone was not in the mood for dinner, and the two went upstairs together, the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Hearing the slight footsteps behind him, Fang Li sighed slightly in his heart.

No matter from which angle Dou Bing looks at, he is no different from ordinary people. Xie Baiyuan had a fever on the first day here, and he gave him antipyretics.

But Xie Baiyuan said that he is an npc. Compared with him, he believed in Xie Baiyuan's judgment more.

Fang Li's hand was already on the doorknob, and he was about to open the door to enter the room when Dou Bing stopped him.

"Fang Li," he stood in the corridor with his head slightly lowered, "Did Han commit suicide?"

Fang Li looked at him, and replied honestly: "I don't know either." In fact, he had some guesses about this question in his heart. After all, Lao Han's weird posture had broken through the limit of human beings, and he said that he twisted it himself. No one would believe Ba Cheng's estimate.

Dou Bing was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Then did he leave anything behind? Is there anything that will help the mission."

Fang Li told a lie that he had to tell this time: "No."

Dou Bing: "Really..."

He didn't speak anymore, Fang Li asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Dou Bing shook his head and smiled, "Good night."

Fang Li: "Good night."

He wasn't sure if he had lied to Dou Bing, but what was certain was that Dou Bing's preoccupied look had obviously noticed something.

Fang Li pushed open the door, Xie Baiyuan had already come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he was wiping his hair, his white pajamas were wide open, the water droplets from his chin slipped into the soft cloth along his slender and fair neck inside.

Fang Li sighed silently in his heart, Xie Baiyuan usually looks thin and tall, and he has a lot of abdominal muscles like mermaid lines when he takes off his clothes.

No wonder the strength is so great.

Xie Baiyuan couldn't hold back for a few seconds. Seeing Fang Li walking in, he sat by the bed and said lazily, "Where's my ginger soup?"

Fang Li squatted on the ground, took out his pajamas from the closet, and said, "Gu Feng said he was going to cook, and he will bring it to you later."

Every room in the villa is equipped with a wardrobe. Originally, as a safety precaution, they could not wear the clothes in the wardrobe, but today their clothes were all soaked, so they had to take clothes from the wardrobe and wear them.

Fang Li took his pajamas and was about to take a comfortable hot bath in the bathroom, but when he got up, he bumped into a warm body.

Xie Baiyuan stood in front of him, looking at him somewhat condescendingly.

Fang Li was a little overwhelmed. At this moment, he actually had the illusion that his soul was being spied on.

However, in just a moment, Xie Baiyuan put away that strength, "I want to drink what you boiled."

Fang Li couldn't laugh or cry, Xie Baiyuan was occasionally so stubborn that people didn't know what to say.

"Then I'll make you another bowl tomorrow, okay?"

Xie Baiyuan was amused by his tone, and his mood was obviously much happier: "Okay."

Fang Li: "Then can I go in and take a shower now?"

"Go." Xie Baiyuan looked at Fang Li's back as he walked into the bathroom, and narrowed his eyes, "Wait a minute."

Fang Li looked at him: "?"

Xie Baiyuan pursed his lips and reached out to touch his head.

Seeing Fang Li's puzzled face, he said lightly, "It's nothing, I just found out that you are in good shape."

Fang Li pushed his arm away helplessly: "Stop making trouble, I'm going to take a shower."

This time Xie Baiyuan didn't interrupt him again.

When the bathroom door was closed, Xie Baiyuan spread out his palm, and a rose petal lay quietly on his palm.

The blood-red petals stuck to Fang Li's hair after being wet by the rain. If you don't look carefully, it's not easy to notice.

Xie Baiyuan opened the window, and the outside wind rushed in, blowing away the broken hair on his forehead.

The rain was still falling, Xie Baiyuan stretched out his hand and threw the petals out of the window.

It's just the No. [-] car, and the train is too impatient to want to take people away from him.

Maybe it was because he drank too much ginger soup before going to bed, in the middle of the night, Fang Li was awakened from his sleep by the urge to urinate.

Because he was afraid of stepping on Zhao Xiaotong who was laying the floor, Fang Li deliberately relaxed his movements and groped carefully, trying to put on his shoes and go to the toilet.

As a result, he moved on the bed for a long time, but he couldn't put his legs down, which woke Xie Baiyuan up instead.

Xie Baiyuan turned over and wrapped his arms around Fang Li naturally: "What's wrong?"

Fang Li's movements froze, his voice trembling: "I want to go to the bathroom, but the bed, the bed seems to be getting bigger."

This time he was not afraid, he was anxious.

Xie Baiyuan turned over and sat up, he asked: "Can you hold it?"

Fang Li: "I can hold back for a while."

People have three urgencies, can he hold back enough to ask the bladder to agree or not?

Xie Baiyuan took Fang Li by the hand and began to explore on the bed.

The bed was quite soft and comfortable, as if stepping on it, it was like sinking into it. It was definitely not the big wooden bed they usually slept on.

Fang Li didn't wear glasses, so he could only let Xie Baiyuan lead him, and the more he walked, the more anxious he became.

The soft bed seemed to be infinitely enlarged, no matter whether they were running or jumping, they couldn't break free from the shackles of the bed.

Fang Li's face turned red and white, and he still thought inappropriately: This is probably the pain of waking up from a bed of [-] square meters every day...

After walking for a while, Xie Baiyuan suddenly stopped and smiled: "Go ahead."

Fang Li's eyes widened: "Here?"

Xie Baiyuan: "Yes."

Fang Li was a little embarrassed, but his bladder was already protesting, so he had to turn around, take off his pants, and silently said several times in his heart: I'm sorry.

After draining the water, he just pulled up his trousers when the big soft bed under his feet suddenly disappeared and turned back into the usual double bed.

At the same time, Fang Li heard a squeaking sound, which sounded like something was crawling in the corridor, especially abrupt in the silent night.

"It's okay." Xie Baiyuan smiled meaningfully, and that smile made Fang Li's heart shudder, "You are a virgin."

Fang Li: "...does it matter?"

"Yes," Xie Baiyuan lay back on the bed again, "The vitality is not exhausted, the yang energy is strong, and it is quite effective in exorcising ghosts and evil spirits."

"Oh." Fang Li said he didn't want to talk about this innate skill.

He put on his glasses, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and fell asleep when he came back.

On the second day, another person died in the team.

Several people gathered on the second floor, Fang Li looked at Chen Zhou's dead body with mixed emotions.

Chen Zhou was lying at the door of the room, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had just finished a marathon before he died, he looked extremely tired.

His hands were tightly clutching something, Xie Baiyuan opened his five fingers, and found that what he was holding was a large handful of crumpled rose petals.