Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

"Get over here quickly--!"

An arrogant voice that would not tolerate any questioning or resistance came from my mind.

Wei Lan sighed and slapped the table in front of him. Who are you calling?! He was almost thinking of it!

What is it?

Wei Lan scratched his head irritably, but the voice kept echoing in his mind and couldn't be shaken off. He had no way of concentrating.

He had no choice but to concentrate and listen carefully, and then he realized it was Luo's voice.

Holy shit! Is this guy going to die?

Wei Lan quickly got up and ran to the kitchen cellar, following the same route back to the dungeon.

Finally, he looked at the ghost still tied up and he breathed a sigh of relief, standing there and began to breathe.

"I thought you were dead." Luo raised his arrogant face, his violet eyes still as bright as gems.

"Huh..." Wei Lan exhaled. He glared at him when he heard him say that, as if he was unconvinced.

"I ran so fast just to see if you were dead or not."

Luo ignored his ridicule, snorted and raised his head:

"come over,"

"You haven't got that thing yet?"

Speaking of this, Wei Lan couldn't help but feel guilty, and his lips opened and closed:

"You're so vague, who knows where that thing is?"

"Oh~?" Luo narrowed his eyes, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"So, it seems that I can only see your corpse, miss...?"

"Don't worry," Wei Lan glared at him again and said:

"If I don't get it before then, I will kill you a day in advance."

"Hmph..." Luo suddenly laughed out loud, as if he thought he was just dreaming.

Wei Lan rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, walked towards him, and looked him over carefully.

He noticed that the places where his hands were nailed had almost begun to decay and turn black and purple. He immediately frowned slightly. From the tone of his voice, he thought this guy was fine.

"You..." Wei Lan was silent for a second, not knowing what to say, when he blurted out,

"What? Are you feeling distressed?"

"Don't worry, if my hands become damaged, I will cut off your freshest hand and replace it with yours when you die."

A picture formed in Wei Lan's mind when he heard what he said. He swallowed but then smacked his lips, rolled his eyes and said:

"Just blow as hard as you can."

When Luo heard this, his wild brows immediately frowned. When Wei Lan saw his expression, he knew that he was embarrassed and was being bullied because he didn't understand.

Wei Lan glanced at him, then continued to look at his necrotic hand. The dark purple meridians were gradually spreading upwards.

"They didn't feed you these days?"

He just looked at where the meridians on his skin spread to, and didn't notice that Luo was staring at him. Suddenly, he frowned again, his eyes tightened slightly, and murmured:

"So, give me a bite."

"Huh?" Wei Lan thought he had heard it wrongly. He was so confident and shameless that he asked him to take a bite.

He pretended not to hear the word "I" and said:

"Just bear with it for another day, and I'll catch you a chicken tomorrow."

Luo immediately became angry and bared his sharp fangs:

"You want me to drink the blood of something that smells fishy and stinky?!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk—you're still picking it up?" Wei Lan said, shaking his head, as if to say, "You're eating too well,

"It's good to have it. I don't believe that what you drank before was human blood."

He didn't believe that the king would give him human blood to drink every day. The king would never risk being discovered to get human blood. It was estimated that the blood he had given him to drink before was

Apart from the blood from the hospital, most of it is probably the blood of animals.

As he was thinking, he didn't pay attention to Luo's expression at all. He looked at the wooden stake in his hand, thinking that if he had the support of blood, this wooden stake soaked with holy water would not penetrate and burn him so quickly.

Didn’t the king send anyone to feed him blood these days?

Wei Lan looked closer at the wooden stake and it seemed to have been replaced with a new one. He asked:

"Hasn't the king sent anyone to give you blood during this period? But why did you replace the wooden stake in your hand?"

After he asked, no one responded for a few seconds. He turned his head and saw Luo with his head down, as if he had fainted.

"Hey?"

He shouted, but still no one responded.

"Hey?!"

"You, what's wrong with you?!"

Damn, is he dead? Wei Lan reached out to touch his face, wanting to lift it up to see what was going on.

Suddenly he remembered that this might be another trick of his and immediately tried to pull his hand back. However, the moment he let go, Luo opened his mouth and bit his index finger.

"Uh!"

Wei Lan groaned in pain and tried to pull his hand away, but he bit the finger tightly:

"Fuck you," he cursed immediately.

"You oil cake, let go?!"

Luo just bit his finger and refused to let go, as if in revenge for what he had just said to him. He bit his finger and uttered a single word from his throat:

'Blood.'

The finger that Wei Lan had bitten felt like it was going to break, and he couldn't pull it out, so he could only compromise and shout:

"Here you go, here you go! Let go!"

Luo glanced at him, his eyes seemed to say, if you dare to lie to me, I will eat you, and then he immediately opened his mouth.

Wei Lan quickly shook his hands, and felt a numb pain between his fingers. He cursed him in his heart, thinking that he had rabies and would bite anyone he saw.

"Hurry up." The other end urged.

Wei Lan pursed his lips and glanced at him, then stretched out his wrist. Just as he was thinking about how to tease him later, he heard him say:

"Neck, I want your neck."

"Hmm?" Wei Lan frowned, thinking that he was really shameless, and couldn't help but sneered:

"You're still picking it up? Drink it if you want."

Upon hearing this, Luo's face darkened, the corners of his lips curved down, and he stared at Wei Lan with his purple eyes. He didn't understand what was meant by this, but he asked in a questioning tone:

"You signed a contract with some other rubbish—?"

"?!"

Wei Lan was stunned for a second. What did he mean by signing a contract with some other rubbish?

But before he could think about it, Luo started to attack him:

"But trash is trash. You can't even sign a contract like this. I don't know what's wrong with your eyes? You found such a piece of trash."

"Well," Wei Lan frowned more and more as he heard what he said, and finally smiled angrily:

"Yeah, how is that like you?"

Luo thought that he was going to praise himself, so he raised his nose and head up, waiting for him to praise him, but he was overthinking.

Wei Lan smiled a smile that stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun:

"Yeah, unlike you, who is still trapped here, half dead, and still waiting for a human like me to rescue you~~."

However, when he mentioned the contract, he remembered that day when Lin was in alien state and wanted to force him to sign that kind of contract, but failed.

Why is this happening?

And that time...

"Hey?!"

He was lost in thought again, but was brought back to his senses by the cry of "Hey".

"I think all the blood in your brain has been drained by that rubbish," Luo Zhang was about to continue to retort him.

Wei Lan quickly put his wrist forward:

"Go drink yours."

Luo bit it down without any hesitation. Damn it, Wei Lan cursed in his heart, it really hurts.

When he hadn't even finished half of the drink, Wei Lan pulled his hand back. He was afraid that he would die from excessive blood loss one day, so he covered his wrist:

"I have searched almost every place in the church these days, but I couldn't find the sword. Where did it go?"

Luo seemed to still be savoring the taste of blood. He exhaled and raised his eyes and said,

"There's no way they could take that thing out of the church, the closest place to God, I can't go up there."

"Hmm?" Wei Lan seemed to have a clue and cursed:

"Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?"

After saying that, Wei Lan glanced at the flickering lights, and quickly ran away when the two were about to start cursing again.

When he walked out of the cellar and entered the room, he remembered something he had not asked him. The wooden stake in his hand had been replaced with a new one, so why didn't the king send anyone to feed him blood?

Could it be that the king was willing to let him die?

He fell asleep in confusion, and when he woke up the next day, he went straight to the church without even having breakfast.