There is always a hot chicken trying to scare me [unlimited]

It was a hoarse voice, because of the voice change period, the voice was deliberately suppressed to a low voice.It was obviously an ordinary question, but she spoke to him with three points of gentleness.

When he heard this voice, Bai Yan's hand holding the dagger tightened, and he made a "crack" sound.

Before he could speak, the person behind said again: "...Why are you here?"

As he spoke, there was the sound of a bunch of keys colliding behind him, as well as slight footsteps, as if he was about to walk over.

Bai Yan reacted extremely quickly, pulling off a piece of clothing next to him and covering the corpse.Then he pushed the corpse into the sofa with a knife, trying to cover it up...

The person who spoke behind came over, but he didn't seem to care about these details, but passed him by, and went into the kitchen very casually.

Take no defense against him.

Bai Yan suddenly raised his head and stared at the man's back.

The back view is wearing a black T-shirt, the size is not suitable, and the broad shoulders and thin waist can be seen at a glance.There was a large dark stain on the back, and the roots of the hair were still dripping.

Wearing a pair of half-worn jeans, the lower half of the trouser legs and feet were covered with mud.

With a "click", the light in the kitchen was turned on, and the dim light came out.

The light cast a shadow on the ground, and his figure was completely visible on the ground.

"Why don't you talk?" Another voice came from the kitchen without hearing Bai Yan's answer.

Bai Yan's throat moved, but he just did it, unable to speak.

He stared down at the shadow on the ground, as if bewitched by the light, he raised his foot and wanted to walk over.

But as soon as he moved, the body that was being pressed lost its support and slowly slid down from the back of the sofa.

The house seems to be divided into two sides, one side is the dimly lit kitchen, and the other side is the purgatory of half rotting corpses.

Bai Yan looked at the corpse again.

The corpse had no eyes, but it held a newspaper tightly in its hand. Looking at it from his perspective, the newspaper read "My father died at home, and the son didn't find the body until half a month later?" "

"My father died at home, and my son found the body half a month later?" Behind Bai Yan, a voice slowly read out.

... At some point, the person who was supposed to be in the kitchen appeared behind him.

At the first moment, Bai Yan didn't turn around to avoid or act first, but tore off the newspaper, crumpled it up, and threw it out of the window.

"...There's more in the back, don't you want to see it?" The voice lingered.

He turned his head and opened his lips to speak, but saw that the person behind him was like a phantom, erratically fell backwards, and hit the sofa directly in his sight.

At this moment, the surrounding scenes changed, as if moving position, it quickly turned into a phantom.

It's still the same room, but the bodies are gone, this man

The man put his hands on his legs and covered his face with his hands. His face was hidden in the darkness and he couldn't see clearly.

Bai Yan frowned.

"It's all my fault, why did I come back so late." The voice was suppressed and there was no fluctuation, but deep sorrow could be heard.

Bai Yan looked at him, finally stepped up, couldn't help but walked in front of him.

Looking down, you can only see the stubble of this person's hair, which is almost sticking to the scalp. The roots of the hair are stiff, which is very similar to this person's personality.

"...Xiaoyan, you actually know it." He put his hands down and clasped them between his knees, shaking his hair as if he wanted to look up at him.

Bai Yan: "Know what?" There was no emotion in his tone.

The surrounding light quickly dimmed, and it seemed as if something had crawled around the house.

"..." He said something, but Bai Yan didn't catch it.

As if he didn't hear the movement behind him, he bent slightly and approached suspiciously.

Just to meet his raised face.

——It was a skeleton with the skin glued to the bones!

The two were so close that they could even see

The skull opened its mouth, opened its jaw straight to the neck, and bit Bai Yan's head, and a familiar voice came out from the back of his throat: "I know I am..."

It was too late to say it, but the moment it bit, Bai Yan suddenly raised his hand, raised the dagger that he didn't know when he was holding it, and cut off a section of the thing's jaw in a flash.

With a sneer: "Which gutter are you that crawled out of the gutter, and you dare to play with me?"

As he said that, he kicked it up, and kicked the thing straight through the sofa. The sofa was like a sandbag covered with a layer of gauze. When it was hit lightly, it exploded, and the sand and dust flew in all directions.

More, it was buried on the body of the skeleton, almost submerging half of its body in it.

Bai Yan looked at it coldly, but found something, and his expression changed slightly.

It turned out that the "sandstones" were not sandstones, but bugs the size of sand!

The bugs pushed each other and landed on the ground, and gathered towards the skeleton one after another. The sesame-sized bugs merged into a pile almost as big as a human, and they kept crawling.

This is hell for trypophobia sufferers.

The skeleton was in the pile of bugs, without any desire to survive, without any struggle at all. Even though it was missing a chin, it still shouted hoarsely in its throat: "...It was intentional! Isn't it? Tell me, yes! No! sh..."

The last word was drowned in the pile of worms.

Bai Yan looked at the pair of worms, and he didn't know whether he was overwhelmed by the meaning contained in their words, or moved by the dedicated spirit of this group performer even when he was about to die.

He froze in place, motionless.

There was a "creaking" chewing sound in the "sand pile", and the person who heard it had goose bumps.

But the speed of the bugs was very fast, and within a few seconds, there was nothing left of the skeletons.

There seemed to be a burp of millions of bugs in the air, and the lingering sound lingered.

Bai Yan: "..."

What a weird thing.

The strange things obviously didn't know what was going on in Bai Yan's mind. Not only were they happily digesting the "big meal" just now, they even opened their small black bean eyes wide and looked at the other "prey" present.

Bai Yan: "..."

This brain is smaller than the eye of a needle, and rounding it up means nothing. Is there an idea?

The brainless things really have ideas, they quickly arrange the formation in Bai Yan's sight, stepping one by one, pulling one by one... forming a thing that looks like a human.

—if you ignore that it has two heads.

The "two-headed monster" was as tall as him, and the facial features on his face kept changing like running water. In just a short while, the sandworms on his nose couldn't stand it anymore and all fell down, but immediately there were other The sandworms filling their seats can be said to be endless.

The sandworms slowly took a strange shape.

The two hands stopped facing each other not far from the chest, slowly forming a circle, and the thumb and index finger were pressed against each other with the first joint.

Like two... kind of ugly hearts.

Bai Yan: "..."

?He was really stunned this time.

Just a few seconds later, all of a sudden, the sandworms were holding one head in each hand. The mouths of the two heads were extremely long, and their figures began to distort.

—Like "The Scream."

In the next moment, "The Scream" was ruthlessly broken from the middle, and the surrounding scenes were like burnt paper chapters, slowly turning into fly ash in the air.

Qin Kun's figure stepped out of nowhere, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at Bai Yan with heavy eyes.

The moment he saw Bai Yan, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't expect to see him here: "...What are you doing here?"

Bai Yan watched him rubbing his fingers, paused for a while, and then raised an eyebrow: "I'm looking at sand sculptures."

Qin Kun: "...?"

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Qin Kun: I think you are scolding me, but I have no proof