my villain is too cute

Chapter 837 Are You My Patriarch (24)

"Boss said it! If we don't catch him this time, we will all die. Follow him!"

Behind the boy, there were a few illusory shadows. They were surrounded by black mist, and the place they passed was bloody all the way, and the heavy rain couldn't wash it away.

It's like special effects in horror movies, no one can see it except Luan Yunjue.

Everyone looked at the figure that disappeared in the hazy rain, shook their heads, and thought: What kind of idiot is this.

Luan Yunjue was drenched all over, and ran all the way from the teaching building to the back of the dormitory building.

A few ghost figures followed behind, and the black mist lingering around grew wildly, smiling ferociously, as if teasing a dying prey.

Seeing that there was no one around, the speed suddenly increased to the extreme, blocking in front of the boy.

Luan Yunjue stopped in his tracks, and looked at the ghosts in front of him with a pair of shallow eyes, calmly, as if he didn't realize that he was in such a dangerous situation.

Behind the dormitory building is a forest, the place is remote, the pouring rain is pouring down, except for the whistling of the leaves blown by the strong wind, no sound can be heard anymore.

As the cold rain hit his body, the young man's face turned slightly pale, fine hair stuck to his full forehead, and his pale lips gave him a slightly sickly warmth.

Luan Yunjue's figure, which was hidden in a large coat, was tense, and he stepped back under the tree step by step, hiding his guard, and stretched his hands behind him.

The young man looked at them indifferently, neither begging for mercy nor afraid, which made the ghosts feel a little bored.

The leader of the ominous ghost flashed and appeared in front of Luan Yunjue the next moment. He bent down and sniffed the young man's neck with a greedy expression.

"The body of the sky, a great tonic..." The hoarse and treacherous voice was slightly regretful.

Luan Yunjue's back was tightly pressed against the tree trunk, his pupils shrank slightly, and the thick bloody smell lingered at the tip of his nose, which was unbearable.

He clenched his hands behind him tightly, and tilted his head to avoid the approach of the evil spirit.

"I won't eat you." The vicious ghost's voice was hoarse and weird. He looked at the boy's calm expression and twitched his lips: "Are you waiting for that celestial master who has the blood of the Luan family?"

Luan Yunjue froze, turned his head, and looked at the evil spirit, only meeting a pair of dark and lifeless eyes.

He opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"He won't come." The evil ghost knew what he wanted to ask, so he just said: "The celestial master who got in the way won't come."

As he spoke, his rough hands grabbed the young man's neck, Luan Yunjue's heart beat wildly, he quickly turned his head, and patted the murderous ghost with his hand holding the talisman.

"what!"

The ominous ghost backed away quickly. He looked at the calm young man with gloomy eyes, and raised his painful hand.

The scorching pain caused the flesh and blood on his hand to fall off piece by piece, turning into black mist in mid-air and completely dissipating.

The talisman attached to it was quickly wet under the heavy rain, and fell to the ground without function.

But the pain in the hand not only did not subside, but intensified until it became unbearable.

"what!"

The black mist around the ominous ghost rose violently, and his swarthy eyes were full of madness and violence. He glared at Luan Yunjue angrily, and the next moment, he went straight at him.

A hand wrapped in black mist flashed in his pale eyes, Luan Yunjue closed his eyes, and turned his head to prepare to bear the blow.

The time seems to be stretched, everything seems to come from another world far away, and the pain has not come for a long time.

"boom!"

In an instant, all movement stopped abruptly, Luan Yunjue clenched his hands tightly, and before he opened his eyes, he fell into a cold and gentle embrace.

"It's okay." The cold voice was soft and intoxicating.

(End of this chapter)