My Fairy Fiancee

The first ray of sunlight in the morning caressed the bed through the window. Zhao Yi's brows wrinkled slightly, and his brain had a glimmer of consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes, held his aching head, and tried to remember what happened before he fell into coma.

But he found that he had been hit by a large truck and almost died. The severe pain and despair he felt at that time made him sweat in fear even when he thought about it now.

"I should be in the hospital?"

He looked at the ceilings around him and found that they were very familiar, slightly worn, covered in dust, and covered with cobwebs in the corners.

No, this is not a hospital, this is his small rental house.

He sat up from the bed and found that there was no pain in his body except in his brain. He couldn't help but wonder if the car accident last night was just a dream?

Then his eyes scanned the surroundings again, and saw the door with a broken corner, the painted wooden board was pitted; the wardrobe with a door missing, the clothes inside were crooked, like piles of garbage; the door from eight years ago There is an old computer. There are still instant noodle buckets and beer bottles placed beside the computer table. The trash can on the ground has been filled with garbage and has cracks...

Well, this is undoubtedly the small dark room he rented for four years with fifty francs.

This small dark room exists in an alley in a dilapidated neighborhood on the outskirts of the city.

If someone passes by the alley, they will not take a second look into the alley. Even if an extremely bored person glances inside, he will feel that this place is more boring than his heart that is bored to death.

Because what he saw must be stinking ditches running across the ground, and a small dark room with only a broken door that turned black into carbon.

Although the room was a mess, it was much more satisfying than it looked on the outside. At least the feeling of vomiting was alleviated a lot.

"How did I come back..."

Zhao Yi was very depressed. After trying to think back to no avail, he began to move his body to the bed with some difficulty.

He was very thirsty now, very thirsty, and his lips were covered with a thick layer of white skin. If there was a swimming pool in front of him now, he felt that he would definitely jump in and drink it all.

"Did I sleep for a long time? I have never been so thirsty..."

In fact, the most important reason had nothing to do with the length of the coma, it was just excessive blood loss.

"Huh? The bed has become shorter?"

When his toes touched the ground, his experience of getting out of bed thousands of times in the past told him very accurately that this height was very wrong.

However, he was so thirsty at this moment that he had no energy to pay attention to the level of the ground. He just wanted to stand up quickly and drink under the tap.

However, the moment he tried to support himself, he felt the ground beneath his feet soften, and then the whole world began to spin.

Yes, after his upper body rotated 180 degrees, he finally landed "safely" with a pop.

After falling, Zhao Yi felt fine at first, but just half a second later, a sharp pain came from all parts of his body.

"Hiss..."

He couldn't help but gasp, and then wanted to get up. However, the moment his palms supported the ground, he found that every muscle in his arms was weak.

Now let alone holding himself up, he felt like he couldn't even turn on the faucet.

"What's going on! Why is my body... like this!"

Lying on the ground, Zhao Yi's heart was completely broken at this moment.

Although I rented this cheap and dirty little dark room, my daily diet is still very safe and clean, especially the Sanlu milk powder, which I have never touched. Why did my body suddenly become like this?

Besides, the wine I ordered last night was the famous duck tail wine, right? There's nothing wrong with it...

"Sisi..."

Just as he was still trying to hold himself up, a very subtle sound began to be heard in the air, like the sound of hair rubbing against the ground.

It wasn't obvious at first, and Zhao Yi didn't take it seriously, thinking it was the sound of him sucking in cold air due to physical pain.

"Sisisi..."

Then the sound began to become more and more obvious, and Zhao Yi's body froze instantly.

"Sisisi..."

The sound became more obvious. He was sure that it came from behind him, and there was a very cold feeling behind him.

He knew that this was definitely not a psychological effect, it was really cold!

It's like a big ice block pressing on my back.

"...Gudu!"

He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his eyes widened, the hairs all over his body stood up, and his neck turned back stiffly.

Combined with the dirty and dim scene inside the small dark room, it feels like a thousand-year-old haunted house.

However, before he could turn his neck to see what the hell was behind him, the slightest sound in the air suddenly disappeared.

But the cold feeling is still very clear.

"clatter."

This is a very light footsteps.

Plop!

Zhao Yi felt that his little heart was about to jump out.

The attack of fear caused his adrenal glands to increase sharply. Suddenly, he could no longer feel the pain in his body, and his neck suddenly became in control again.

At this moment, Zhao Yi finally turned his head and saw this scene that made him widen his eyes and make his scalp numb.

He saw a female ghost with disheveled hair, arms as pale as ice, and wearing a blood-red dress standing behind him.

Although the face cannot be seen, it is more frightening. After all, if she suddenly lifts her hair, who knows how terrifying it would be?

At this moment, Zhao Yi's brain was blank except for the thought of "Who am I? Where am I!" As for the rapid increase of adrenal glands, it was of no use at all at this moment.

"Blood..."

Just when Zhao Yi's brain short-circuited, such a sentence came from behind the long black hair.

The voice was eerie and terrifying, and the hoarseness was mixed with vicissitudes...

Well, in fact, if Zhao Yi's fear is put aside, the voice is still very pleasant, at least not worse than that of the popular actress Dong Yiting.

"Don't... I... I'm anemic!"

Zhao Yi didn't know where the strength came from, and he climbed up from the ground in an instant, and then turned around and ran out the door without pausing.

However, the embarrassing scene was staged again, and a snack bag on the ground slipped under his feet.

Zhao Yi's legs floated in the air, and he kissed the earth intimately again.

"Don't kill me! I'm still young! I've never been a prostitute or a duck! No... I've never killed anyone!"

At this moment, he could not think of any other way to survive except "begging for mercy".

"I'm really anemic! Otherwise, let me go back to my hometown and show you the diagnosis certificate!"

Old Zhao closed his eyes and waved his hands to signal not to come over.

"Blood..."

However, the female ghost ignored what he said and continued to walk towards him.

"Don't! Don't don't don't... We can talk about it! One drop of blood! No more!"

Zhao Yi kept backing away on the ground, and finally hit his back against the wall before he knew how to write the word "despair".

Seeing the female ghost approaching, Zhao Yi was still thinking about fighting, but looking at his shaking hands that couldn't even be lifted up, he decided to forget it and save some strength to cross the Naihe Bridge.

"Puff!"

The ghost girl fell on him directly, her waist-length hair covering Zhao Yi's face. She sat on Zhao Yi's legs and her head fell on Zhao Yi's neck.

"Um...Ghost sister, be gentle..."

Zhao Yi had already closed his eyes tightly, and there was no hope for him except for this last request.

He had imagined that he would die of depression because of Dong Yiting, but he never thought that he would die in the hands of a ghost girl!

"Hoo...Hoo..."

The ghost girl's breathing sounded in his ears, very light, but it sounded like a cannibal licking his tongue before eating people.

"Hoo...Hoo..."

After three minutes, the ghost girl still didn't bite.

She seemed tired.

To be honest, Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel anxious for her.

"Kill me if you want to, hurry up, don't torture me with your methods! A man can be killed but not humiliated!"

Well, Lao Zhao finally regained a little dignity as a man with this sentence.

However, the female ghost still did not speak.

Zhao Yi also realized that something was wrong. He felt it carefully and found that the female ghost's body had no weight at all, and it was very soft.

In addition, the breathing sound that he had just regarded as a terrible "prelude to cannibalism" seemed very gentle.

The very soft and light breath on his neck, coupled with the soft touch, stimulated his brain nerves.

"Gulp!"

Old Zhao swallowed heavily again.

"I... I'm not going to fall in love with a female ghost!" Zhao Yi roared in his heart.

However, at this moment, a very sensitive nerve on his neck was licked by something soft, and Zhao Yi's body trembled.

But then, the pain from his neck made his heart, which was a little hot just now, instantly cool down.

"Sure enough, I still have to go to the west..."