Mansion Raiders

Xia Leyang had a slightly nauseating dream.

To be precise, this dream was not nauseous at first, at best it was a bit dreamy.

He dreamed that he was standing on a semi-circular stage with a standing microphone in front of him, and many guests were sitting under the stage.

This seems to be an old-fashioned dance hall, with dim lighting and an ambiguous atmosphere. The glare lights on the ceiling flashed psychedelic lights, which shot straight into his eyes from time to time, making him close his eyes subconsciously to avoid the dazzling light .

Someone is singing.

If you listen carefully, it is a beautiful Cantonese song.

Xia Le looked around in a foggy manner, as if the one who sang was none other than him standing on the stage.

He lowered his head, it was blurry, and he couldn't see what kind of clothes he was wearing.

After the song was over, the guests in the audience began to applaud. Xia Leyang vaguely saw a tall and straight man standing in the corner, making his eyes follow his figure involuntarily, as if uncontrollably.

The man's face was blurred, and he couldn't see clearly anyway, but for some reason, Xia Leyang always had a feeling of wanting to get closer.

My heart was itching slightly, and even my fingertips were trembling.

It's strange, Xia Leyang doesn't like men, but at this moment he can clearly feel that he desires this man very much.

The figure of the man is getting closer and closer. He is wearing a light gray short-sleeved shirt, the hem of which is neatly tucked into the belt, and the trousers of the suit pants are not slim, hanging straight to the ground, very old-fashioned.

The man's face was still unclear, Xia Leyang wanted to reach out and touch the mosaic on the man's face, but his body was out of his control.

The itchy feeling in my heart became more and more obvious, like a drug addiction attack, and I desperately needed something to relieve it.

The surrounding scenes suddenly froze, like the set of a melodrama, and then collapsed.After the surrounding environment stabilized again, Xia Leyang found that he was lying on the bed.

In front of him... no, to be precise, there was something in his mouth.

The dreamy feeling made Xia Leyang feel unreal. It took him a long time to realize that he was giving others...

What the hell is this dream?

Xia Leyang began to feel sick to his stomach, but for some reason, he couldn't stop moving his mouth.

He raised his eyes and looked up in a trance, but this time, he almost died of fright.

He actually saw Shang Tingzhi.

As the saying goes, there are thoughts day by day and dreams at night, Xia Leyang swears to God with his conscience, he absolutely has no unreasonable thoughts about Shang Tingzhi, this dream is too fucking nonsense.

Shang Tingzhi's reaction was also very strange, and he didn't know whether he wanted to refuse or enjoy it.

Xia Leyang kept giving himself psychological hints, it doesn't matter, this is just a dream.

In the past, he dreamed that he was throwing up shit. At that time, he was not so resistant to superstition. He thought this dream was strange, so he searched for taboos on the Internet, and it turned out that "Spitting shit is suitable for B-Box" was written brightly on the webpage. Since then he has never believed in any feudal superstitions.

It's better to spit feces than B-Box, so isn't it full of feces?

This dream interpretation website can really compile.

Yes, compared to spitting shit, doing this to Shang Tingzhi is not so unacceptable.

Anyway, when Meng woke up, nothing happened, and Shang Tingzhi would not know that he had such a strange dream.

For the first time, Xia Leyang discovered that he was still very talented. Shang Tingzhi would push him away at first, but he kept pushing him after a while.

He had the mentality of watching a play, and he imagined that if Shang Tingzhi knew that he was doing such a thing in his dream, he would be so scared that he would avoid him like a snake.

Thinking of this, Xia Leyang smiled in his heart, and at this moment,...

Grass.

Even if it was a dream, Xia Leyang was really nauseous to death.

The self in the dream didn't know what was going on, and relished it like a ghost.

But it's strange to say that after that, the itchy feeling in my heart just now gradually disappeared.

Before long, the bedroom scene also became a melodrama set, and the lights gradually dimmed.Before Xia Leyang closed his eyes, he saw Shang Tingzhi knelt beside him and kept shaking him, but his consciousness became more and more blurred, the world in his eyes became narrower and narrower, and finally became a blur as he closed his eyes. dark.

When Xia Leyang woke up the next morning, he stared at the ceiling for a long time in a daze.

He remembered that he was taking a shower last night, and then washing and washing... It seemed to be dreaming.

Recalling last night's dream, Xia Leyang retched uncontrollably.

After the nausea in his stomach subsided, Xia Leyang had goose bumps all over his body again.

He rubbed himself up from the bed uncomfortably, the sun outside the window had risen to mid-air, it was not difficult to see that it was getting late, and Shang Tingzhi was not by his side.

He came to the bathroom listlessly to wash up. The scene of taking a shower last night suddenly flashed in his mind. He shivered and looked back at the bathtub, but there was nothing there.

So evil.

Xia Leyang accelerated the speed of brushing his teeth, quickly finished washing and left the bathroom.

The bedroom door here just opened, Shang Tingzhi was stunned when he saw Xia Leyang, and said uncomfortably: "Are you up?"

"Yeah." Xia Leyang scratched the back of his head awkwardly thinking about the dream last night.

"Come down for lunch." Shang Tingzhi said, "There is still work in the afternoon."

"Oh." Xia Leyang responded.

Shang Tingzhi's mood is quite complicated. In fact, he wanted to push Xia Leyang away last night, but the unprecedented pleasure made him lose his mind, so that in the end he uncontrollably...

Although he knew that Xia Leyang was abnormal last night and must have provoked dirty things, but the fact is there, no matter who is in that body, he did this kind of thing to Xia Leyang anyway.

Headache.

When Shang Tingzhi saw Xia Leyang's listless look, he probably suffered quite a blow.

After thinking about it, he said, "You can rest at home if you don't want to go in the afternoon."

"Ah?" Xia Leyang didn't know why, but felt that Shang Tingzhi spoke very softly today, "You let me stay alone in this haunted house?"

"Or you can go and play with your friends." Shang Tingzhi said.

"I don't have any friends here." Xia Leyang looked puzzled, "It's fine to find a place to play games... But are you sure you're okay if I'm not by your side?"

Shang Tingzhi almost forgot about it.

I vented once last night, and I woke up refreshed in the morning, so much so that I forgot even the evil thing I was doing.

He pursed his lips and said slightly apologetically, "Then you should follow me."

Xia Leyang had no objection, and followed Shang Tingzhi to the dinner table.

Shang Tingzhi is a man of few words, but today Xia Leyang always feels that Shang Tingzhi is very silent, even a little... awkward?

When chewing, there is no sound at all, and even the dishes are lightly handled, as if she is a lady who has received traditional education.

Xia Leyang felt strange, and said as if looking for something to say: "By the way, I had a very ghostly dream last night."

"Cough cough." Shang Tingzhi didn't pay attention, coughed twice due to choking, and quickly drank water.After he regained his strength, he asked, "Dream?"

"Yeah." Xia Leyang curled his lips, he didn't intend to tell Shang Tingzhi the content of his dream, but he still wanted to express his uncomfortable feeling, "You can never imagine what I dreamed about."

Shang Tingzhi held his breath and asked a little nervously, "What?"

"Don't mention it." Xia Leyang shook his head, "If I wasn't too hungry, I probably wouldn't be able to eat this lunch."

Shang Tingzhi didn't know what to say, he was basically sure that Xia Leyang didn't know that it was not a dream last night.

This made him not know what to do.

If he didn't tell Xia Leyang, he would always feel uneasy in his conscience, as if he shamelessly took advantage of Xia Leyang.

——Of course, he did take advantage of Xia Leyang, but he could convince himself that it was because he couldn't break free.

Well, he admits he just struggled a bit.

If I tell Xia Leyang, I still don't know what this young master will be like.If he ran home and told his elders about it...

No, Xia Leyang should be more embarrassing than him, it is impossible to tell this matter to the outside world.

Shang Tingzhi was having a fierce psychological struggle in his heart, but Xia Leyang didn't know this.

He lazily ate his food, and seeing Shang Tingzhi's complex expression, he asked casually, "What are you thinking, with such a serious expression."

Shang Tingzhi was forced to pull back his thoughts, and swallowed the words again.

It has to be said that he has rarely been so at a loss as he is now.

Xia Leyang ate a vermicelli, her plump lips were stained with shiny oil stains, making her look very attractive.

Shang Tingzhi's Adam's apple slipped uncontrollably, and he recalled the movement of his lips last night.

"Xia Leyang." Shang Tingzhi forced himself not to think about it, and focused on the conversation.

"Why?" Xia Leyang raised his head and looked at Shang Tingzhi who was behaving strangely.

"I think it is necessary to tell you something." Shang Tingzhi put down the bowl and chopsticks and said with a serious face.

This kind of thing may happen again in the future, it is still necessary to remind Xia Leyang.

The atmosphere made Xia Leyang nervous, he sat up straight and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shang Tingzhi took a deep breath and said, "There really are ghosts in this old bungalow."

The corner of Xia Leyang's mouth twitched, he thought Shang Tingzhi was going to say something important, but ended up doing it for a long time to scare him.He said speechlessly: "I know this house is evil, so you don't need to remind me on purpose, right?"

"Don't believe it, there really is a ghost." Shang Tingzhi repeated, "Do you still remember how you got back to your room last night?"

Xia Leyang frowned slightly, he really didn't remember.

Seeing him like this, Shang Tingzhi knew that he couldn't remember, so he hesitated and said, "You were bent over by a ghost last night."

Xia Leyang: "..."

"I said this master..."

"It's a female ghost who speaks Cantonese." Shang Tingzhi interrupted.

Xia Leyang's complexion changed, he suddenly thought of the "Nice to meet you" he heard in the room before, but he didn't tell Shang Tingzhi about it.

"That ghost," Shang Tingzhi paused, "is a yang eater."

Xia Leyang tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

"It's a ghost who specializes in sucking human yang energy." Shang Tingzhi said euphemistically, not sure if Xia Leyang could understand.

Xia Leyang thought for a while, and felt strange: "You mean this yang eater possessed me?"

"En." Shang Tingzhi nodded heavily.

"That's not right." Xia Leyang scratched her cheek with her index finger, "Didn't you say that your yang energy is too strong? If she wants to inhale her yang energy, she will attack you anyway."

"Well, she did attack me." Shang Tingzhi pursed his lips, "Through you."

Xia Leyang felt baffled at first, and didn't understand what Shang Tingzhi meant, but in the next moment, he immediately thought of something, and his expression cracked directly on his face.

"This yang eater," Shang Tingzhi said with a hard-to-say expression, "is also known as the chirp eater."

Xia Leyang suddenly felt that it was difficult for him to breathe, his face turned pale, and he asked tremblingly, "Excuse? me...?"