monster guardian

Mushui was taken aback.

But it was only for a moment, and soon calm was restored.

The person in front of him doesn't look like a person.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, the left side, yes, the left side, is a normal human body, fat, white and strong, wearing a gray cotton and linen gown; while his right side is a half-skeleton frame , Even the clothes are saved.

His whole body was cut open, and half of the flesh and blood vessels were shaved off, and then stitched back together.

Even his face is half bone.

On the half of the normal human face, there is also a half pair of myopia glasses with round frames and gold rims, making the half of the face even more round and white.

Didn't know he was naked.The exposed bones are real human bones, or some kind of prosthetic limbs.

But even with prosthetic limbs, it should be difficult to survive according to common sense.

Mushui lay on Yuan Sheng's back, just looking at the man in such a leisurely manner, without any offense in his eyes.

And the man was also staring at him, opening and closing his lips, and asked with a smile: "Did you pick up a doll from outside?"

Yuan Sheng ignored that person, he briefly freed one hand to support the Clown Paradise on his head, lest it slip down and block his sight.

He didn't intend to speak, so Mushui pointed to himself and said, "It's not a puppet, it's a person."

The man showed a hellish expression: "A living person? A living person!"

If you don't bring the living, do you still bring the dead?

Mushui was puzzled.

Yuan Sheng got a little impatient, he raised his leg and kicked: "Make way."

Yuan Sheng has long legs, and with such a kick, he easily hit the man's half of the bone frame, and there was a crunching sound that made people feel toothache.

The fat half of the man's face was wrinkled, and while stepping aside, he complained in a low voice: "Don't keep kicking, it's broken, no one can repair it..."

Yuan Sheng still ignored him, and walked into the gate of this Chinese-style villa without looking back.

Then the man probably saw Jiao Yan behind him, and Kagra who was being dragged by Jiao Yan.

From the man's throat came a voice slightly altered by surprise: "There are two more?"

"Who is this guy? Just dragging it around like this? Is it used as a mop?" The man muttered behind him, but Jiao Yan didn't say a word.

Mushui didn't need to look back, he knew that Kaglar's face should have turned paler from fright.

Mushui put away his mind and focused on the interior of the villa in front of him.

The interior of the villa has been built in the shape of a classical courtyard, with rockery, flowing water, and a large tank with goldfish... Even the rooms have been built in the style of ancient houses.

The inside is very clean, and there are few fallen leaves, so it should be cleaned frequently.

Yuan Sheng carried him straight through the atrium, then through the corridor, and finally came to a locked room.

The locks are also old style locks.

Yuan Sheng lowered his head for a glance, then raised his leg and kicked it open, because the force was too great, the door bounced back after it opened round, Mushui quickly reached out to block the door.

Because of his movements, Yuan Sheng raised his head unconsciously and glanced at his hands.

Mushui stretched his arms long, and his sleeves retracted, revealing a section of his snow-white wrist, and the blue blood vessels on it were faintly visible.

Yuan Sheng felt his teeth itch.

He gritted his teeth hard, and then stepped through the door, and put Mushui on a cushioned chair.

The man followed soon after, and he chatted with Jiao Yan in a rambling manner: "Well, big man, you can stay here..."

Soon, he pointed to Kagra: "He...do you need me to find you a cage to lock him up?"

Judging from Kaglar's various performances, it is obvious that he is a clerical worker and does not have much power in himself.After such a day and night of tossing, Kaglar was already exhausted. Hearing the man's voice, Kaglar could only let out an angry hiss.

Mushui held the armrest of the chair with one hand, looked out the door, and slightly stretched his neck.

Yuan Sheng inadvertently turned his gaze away, and glanced over his slender, fair neck exposed because of his leaning forward.Yuan Sheng reached out to touch the mask around his waist, and then covered his face again, and the restless blood slowly calmed down.

It was as magical as if it had been enchanted.

Seeing this, the man said in amazement, "I'm just wondering why you didn't wear a mask today, so you have been wearing it all the time..."

After finishing speaking, the man didn't care about Jiao Yan and Kagra. He stepped into the door and approached Mushui and Yuan Sheng. Because his steps were too big, the bones on his body swayed a bit, making a sound. The crisp sound of bones colliding.

"Sorry." The man said with a smile, raised his hand to cover half of his body, and said to Mushui, "Didn't I scare you?"

Mushui shook his head.

He has been able to do it now, his heart is as calm as water, and he has a great tolerance for no matter how weird people or things are.

"My surname is Tan, and my name is Tan Jing. What's your name?" The man said the first half of the sentence to Mu Shui, but the second half of the sentence was to Yuan Sheng, apparently asking Yuan Sheng.

Yuan Sheng still ignored him, and even under the mask, he pursed his lips tightly.

Putting on the mask, his sanity returned, but there was still a little trace of the crazy blood rushing through his veins.This made Yuan Sheng feel extremely displeased when he instinctively asked others about Mushui, and even had a desire to destroy.

It was Mushui who answered by himself: "Hello, my surname is Mu, and my name is Mushui."

Mushui paused, and before Tan Jing could speak, he asked aloud, "Can I ask? What's going on with you?"

Tan Jing said lightly: "Hey, I was young and ignorant. I drank too much wine and went on the road. I didn't run over anyone, but I bumped myself into a stone pillar and damaged half of my body... That's it." Jing also stretched out his hand, one hand was fleshy and fair, and the other was dry and gray bones, it was a bit indescribably funny and sad to put it together.

Even if what Tan Jing said was true, this was at best a superficial reason.

He didn't mention the underlying reason, and Mushui knew that he didn't want to say more, so he wisely stopped asking.

Yuan Sheng knew the other party, if he could know, Yuan Sheng would tell him, right?

Thinking of this, Mushui suddenly relaxed.

Fatigue hit his whole body all of a sudden, Mushui felt his hands and feet were limp, and he couldn't even open his eyelids in an instant.

"Where's the bed?" Mushui blinked hard, trying to regain his sobriety.

"Sleepy?" Tan Jing was taken aback, pointed to a door not far away and said, "The bed is behind that, but... but this is Brother Yuan's room. Why don't I take you to sleep next door?"

Mushui nodded, slowly rubbed down from the chair, trying to save as much energy as possible, and slowly rolled onto the bed.

Jiao Yan and Yuan Sheng moved almost simultaneously.

As soon as Jiao Yan lost his hand, he threw Kaglar away, and Kaglar's head hit the threshold with a "bang", and he immediately woke up again, screaming in pain.But after being sober, he looked up at Tan Jing's direction, and suddenly blurted out: "566..."

Tan Jing's complexion changed suddenly: "What are you talking about? What's wrong with missing a piece of your tongue? How about I stretch it out for you?"

As he said that, he turned his back and squatted in front of Kaglar. The bony hand grabbed Kaglar's neck and lifted his head up, as if he was going to pull his tongue.

Cagra shouted in surprise: "Qi!"

"Qi! Save me! Are you going to kill me like this? This is not what a gentleman does! Qi!" Cagra yelled with difficulty.

Mushui was drowsy, and was shocked by his shout.

In the next second, Jiao Yan carried him on his shoulders.

Mushui hurriedly looked up, thanks to the fact that the house was built in imitation of ancient times, with high beams, otherwise he would hit his head again.After hitting it several times, his head will turn into a gourd, with a big bag on the left and a big bag on the right.

Seeing that shouting "Qi" was useless, Kagra immediately changed his tune and shouted again: "Mushui! Mushui, save me!"

Mushui shook his heavy head, grabbed Jiao Yan's shoulder, and whispered, "Pepper salt, let's go."

On Jiao Yan's stiff and sluggish face, there was a little smile, and he said, "Yeah."

Yuan Sheng withdrew his hand, stood still by the chair, and did not catch up.

He has to control himself.

Otherwise, the repeated adrenaline, after reaching a limit point, would always brew a more intense reaction that was even more difficult for him to suppress.

But rationally, he thought so, but Yuan Sheng felt very unhappy.

So he walked over and stepped on Cagra's face: "Shut your mouth."

Kaglar said "Mushui, help!" and had to swallow it back into his stomach.

Mushui got up from a comfortable sleep, took a shower, and changed into the bathrobe hanging in the closet in the room.

Fortunately, after such a toss, he didn't catch a cold, but he was extremely tired, and now all the stamina of this tiredness was replaced by hunger.

Mushui opened the door and went out, and saw Tan Jing holding a large kettle, his bone hand easily passed through the handle of the kettle, and then just supported the bone like this, walking forward while letting the kettle tilt down naturally Radian, watering the flowers with a splash.

Aside from the strange appearance, the movements are still very leisurely.

But Mushui still couldn't help but said: "The flowers will be watered to death..."

"Huh?" Tan Jing turned his head, and he caught a glimpse of Mushui wearing a loose bathrobe, looking like a beautiful boy out of the bath, his hand bones tilted, the kettle couldn't hold it, and it fell with a bang, crushing the flowers to death.

Tan Jing quickly bent down to pick up the kettle again, smacked her lips and said, "Okay, another pot died..."

Mushui's shoes got water the day before, and now he is pulling the white cotton mop in the room and moving forward with difficulty.

Tan Jing put the kettle on the ground, turned around and said, "No wonder I used to die of old age, so I was the one who watered it to death..."

Mushui looked around and couldn't help but ask, "Where's Brother Yuan?"

Tan Jing casually said: "I haven't seen getting up, I must be hiding under the quilt and masturbating."

Mushui looked bewildered: "What is the furnace tube?"

Tan Jing met Shang Mushui's blank look, his skin was fair, he looked young, his eyebrows and eyes were like water, just like the bunch of soft little white clouds in the sky that were dyed red by the sunset.Eye-catching and soft.

Tan Jing suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

So he quickly shook his head: "Hey, I'm talking nonsense. Let's go. I'll take you to have breakfast. Zhajiang noodles or pea yellow? You can also eat tea soup, coke rings, and kidney bean rolls if you want."

Mushui's stomach grumbled in response to the occasion.

Then he nodded obediently and followed.

Talking mirror is different.

He is different from all the monsters Mushui has seen so far.

Tan Jing didn't look like a living person, but he was more alive than Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng.

And... what is 566?

Although Mushui was terribly sleepy yesterday, when he read out a series of numbers, it was particularly obvious in a conversation, and it was easy to make people remember.