Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

Lin Shuangchen took Su Wujing's hand and turned to Lin Zhan and said, "Someone will deal with these corpses later. Master Lin, don't panic. If you are still worried, you can tell the people who came and they will protect Master Lin's safety for a month."

Lin Zhan thanked him again and his eyes fell on the crystal beads on Su Wujing's wrist.

Seeing that he had reached his goal, Lin Shuangchen said no more. He leaned over and picked up Su Wujing, walked a few steps quickly, jumped up, and disappeared into the night, followed closely by the four puppets.

Lin Zhan watched, still thinking about the identity of the person who rescued him, when several men in black suddenly jumped into the courtyard, frightening Lin Zhan and trying to escape in a hurry.

The men in black all saluted Lin Zhan and began to deal with the corpses in the courtyard without saying a word. After a few rounds, they all were taken away.

Lin Zhan was frightened by the sudden appearance of the assassin and felt uneasy. In the end, he stopped the man in black and asked for January's protection. No matter what, he would investigate the case and bring the person behind it to justice.

Back in the courtyard, Su Wujing sat on a chair and watched Lin Shuangchen go back and forth to fill the bathtub with hot water. He fiddled with the string of beads with his fingers and frowned slightly, not happy.

His shoulders were held down, and his gentle fingertips picked up his hair, gathered it in the palm of his hand, and fixed it with a hairpin. Lin Shuangchen's deep voice also sounded in his ears.

"What's wrong? You don't look happy."

Su Wujing pursed his lips and replied, "It tastes weird."

Lin Shuangchen was speechless. Forgive him as a normal person who really didn't know how to discuss this issue with Su Wujing, but he still asked, "What's so strange?"

"It's a bit disgusting." Su Wujing clenched the bead string in his hand, "The smell of blood is very strong, and the smell of soul is also weird."

Lin Shuangchen raised his eyebrows, suddenly interested. He turned around to Su Wujing, picked him up and carried him behind the screen. While undressing him, he asked, "Is it because they are assassins and have killed so many people that they are contaminated?"

"It doesn't feel like that." Su Wujing raised his eyes and looked at Lin Shuangchen, "Simple killings wouldn't be like this. There is something wrong with their hearts."

"How to say?"

Su Wujing shook his head. He couldn't tell, so he just said, "Don't find such a person next time. It's disgusting."

"My Highness, not everyone deserves to die. You always have to give me some room to play, either a death row prisoner or an assassin and a bandit. Which one will you choose, Your Highness?"

Su Wujing held Lin Shuangchen's hand and said, "Get out."

Lin Shuangchen lowered his eyes and looked at Su Wujing's thin and white body. He couldn't take off the clothes without Su Wujing chasing him. It was too high.

He sighed softly, looked into Su Wujing's eyes and said, "Remember to tell me next time, and I will try my best to choose the one you like."

Su Wujing silently let go of Lin Shuangchen's hand and turned around. After hearing the footsteps leaving, he continued to take off his clothes, stepped on the low stool and stepped into the bathtub to soak.

Raising his hand, Su Wujing looked at the palm of his hand. Red thin lines slowly protruded out, his eyes filled with indifference.

Even if he has a human body, he still cannot get rid of these shackles. While maintaining this body, he also needs blood and soul to nourish a strong soul.

Every time he ate, he was told that he was not human.

Retracting the thin thread and lowering his eyes, Su Wujing bent his legs and hugged him tightly. Complex emotions surged up and wrapped around him, making him feel uncomfortable.

He felt that he should leave quickly, not only from this world, but also from Lin Shuangchen.

He doesn't want that love, even though it's warm, once it's lost...

Su Wujing couldn't help biting his lips as he thought about it, as some vague and terrifying images flashed through his mind.

In the dead city, corpses fell on the ground, dark clouds pressed down layer by layer, and the air was full of innocent souls moving crazily.

On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the gate of ghosts opens and the moon closes at the time of the child, and the ghosts give birth to children.

Su Wujing hugged himself tightly. He...shouldn't have been born. If he hadn't been born, he wouldn't have been turned into a corpse puppet, and he wouldn't have lost control and killed the entire Xuan Kingdom's people after being deceived.

The innocent souls have nowhere to go, and death continues to spread. All he can do is to treat himself as a ghost gate and suppress all the innocent souls in his soul.

When he disappears, all the innocent souls will also disappear.

But no one can completely eliminate him, and more and more souls will one day break through his shackles and no longer be controlled by him.

He will also be devoured by those wronged souls and become that weapon that can only kill again.

With his head buried, Su Wujing closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "Why haven't you come to me yet? You're lying to me again! I shouldn't believe it. You've already lied to me once, and now you're going to lie to me again." the second time."

The low murmur made Lin Shuangchen's heart hurt. He raised his hand to hold it down, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even if he was deceived, Su Wujing was still waiting for that person to appear.

First come first served?

Sure enough, what he said was right, how could the newcomers compare to Bai Yueguang, let alone the dead Bai Yueguang.

Leaning against the wall, Lin Shuangchen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He had no intention of letting go, but he was unwilling to do so.

It was obvious that Su Wujie had chosen to forget about being hurt, so why was he still thinking of that person subconsciously? He was clearly standing here, and he could appear at any time as long as Su Wujie called.

Feeling the breath coming closer, Su Wujing opened his eyes instantly and met Lin Shuangchen's eyes as he leaned down.

The lips were soft, and the tips of the noses were slightly staggered and pressed together. Su Wujing was stunned for a moment, and then exploded after catching the panic in Lin Shuangchen's eyes.

The puppet broke through the window and the sword was unsheathed. Lin Shuangchen immediately stood up and raised his hand to stop, "Stop!"

Su Wujing had given Lin Shuangchen control before. When Lin Shuangchen spoke, the puppets also stopped in place, their eyes dull.

Just as Lin Shuangchen turned his head, he was not surprised to receive a slap from Su Wujing. Compared to the previous body, this slap was much easier.

Lin Shuangchen didn't even turn his head, "Can you give me a chance to explain before you hit me?"

Su Wujing grabbed Lin Shuangchen's collar and pulled him towards him. Their faces were very close to each other. Su Wujing stared at him coldly, "Who allowed you to kiss me?!"

"This is not kissing you, this is artificial respiration!" Lin Shuangchen explained, "I waited outside for a long time. When I came in, I found that you had fainted. Your head was submerged in the water and you were unresponsive."

Su Wujing frowned and recalled. He remembered that he was taking a bath in the tub, but he had no memory of the fainting that Lin Shuangchen mentioned.

He could only stare at Lin Shuangchen's eyes, trying to judge the truth from Lin Shuangchen's expression. Lin Shuangchen looked at him calmly, and seemed not to lie.

Su Wujing slowly let go and lowered his hand, but became suspicious again after feeling the clothes on the bed.

He clasped Lin Shuangchen's neck with one hand and asked, "Why do you get dressed first if it's an emergency?"

Lin Shuangchen's eyes changed, and he raised his hands to compromise, "Okay, I'm just secretly kissing you, just kissing, nothing else."

Su Wujing's hand tightened, and red threads oozed from his fingertips, wrapping around Lin Shuangchen's neck. It only took a light force to strangle Lin Shuangchen's neck.