It's hell, my lord

"Key?" The two unconsciously repeated Zhu Xingchen's last two words, and Zhu Xingchen jumped up from the ground: "It's time to go, don't let those two brats drink up their blood."

Childish laughter sounded in the corridor, mixed with indescribable weirdness.There was darkness in front of the four people, and the bright yellow light was swallowed by the darkness.

Zhu Xingchen laughed teasingly in the dark: "Yes, I can't leave now." He Xianjue's tone of voice didn't sound like a complaint, but rather a sense of pride that "the enemy has entered the urn".

The laughter was extinguished painfully, and this time it was so quiet that even the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock at the end of the corridor could be clearly heard.Bai Xuan is a wolf demon, so he can see it clearly at night. The female corpses coming out from the end of the corridor, and some are slowly lying down on the ceiling without making any sound. He is extremely cautious.

As soon as Bai Xuan raised his hand, a string of blue flames directly illuminated the old-fashioned wall clock, only illuminating the surroundings, and the firefly blue flames did not affect the wooden wall clock at all.As soon as the firefly ignited, Zhu Qi couldn't help but yelled out: "Oh my god, domestic Sadako, what a bunch of them."

Zhu Xingchen turned his head and glanced at He Xian, He Xian quickly waved his hands, indicating that he would not be too scared to fuck off: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

The three people in front pulled out their swords and it was a scuffle. Zhu Qi, who shouted the loudest just now, rushed to the front, as brave as a mad cow.He Xian took a look at the personalities of these three people, and for the first time, he found a little bit of fun in them.

As he was thinking this way, his eyes suddenly went dark. When he woke up again, he suspected that he might have slept for a century. He had never had a solid experience of being able to sleep outside since he was a child, let alone in this situation.Now that I woke up, I was extremely dizzy, and my mind rarely stopped for a few minutes.

"I wish the stars." He Xian stood up first in the dark, and called the most unreliable name on weekdays, but no one answered. A layer of goosebumps.In another split second, a flickering incandescent lamp flickered on in the room.

A scene suddenly flashed in He Xian's head - a person opened the airtight wooden box, and the dazzling light pierced in unsuspectingly. The person seemed to be scrutinizing him carefully, and then let out a mocking and indifferent admiration: " Most outstanding work."

The memory fragments just flashed by, the harder He Xian tried to recall, the more blurred the scene just now was.His hands were not idle, he groped around the wall and finally came across the light. The moment the light came on, He Xian heaved a sigh of relief. blind?"

His vision gradually became clearer, and he found that he was in a very gorgeous bedroom, and a human figure protruded from the jade-colored bed sheet, which made him even more startled, giving him the illusion that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Is anyone there?" He asked tentatively, but no one answered after waiting for more than ten seconds.He approached the bed in small steps, and before he made up his mind to lift the quilt, the person under the quilt moved automatically, stretching out a palm to touch the side.

"Husband?" It was obviously a female voice under the quilt.

As if sensing that no one around her was around, the woman poked her head out from under the quilt, half of her face was covered by thick black hair, and He Xian couldn't see her clearly, so she said politely Sentence: "That... I'm sorry."

He Xian thought his voice was loud enough, but the woman leaned against the head of the bed, not looking at him.He stood in front of the woman and waved to her: "Can you see it?"

Still no response, He Xian took a closer look at her eyes, and she was still able to move flexibly, which was just brilliant, so she shouldn't be blind.He Xian stretched out his hand to her arm, wanting to touch it lightly.

Sure enough, when his hand touched her arm, it became translucent and passed directly through the woman's arm.Is he dead...or is he dreaming?

The woman seemed to be annoyed and scratched her hair, opened the quilt, revealing a big belly of about six or seven months, and went straight to the toilet.He Xian could see her face clearly this time, she was a very pretty little girl with a childlike face, she was eighteen or nineteen years old.

While she was in the bathroom, He Xian opened her mobile phone on the bedside table. There was a password and she couldn't open it, but the lock screen was a photo of her and Wan Yunhong. Showing a "kiss" expression, it's so disgusting.

He Xian rummaged through the brand-name bags she hung on the upright clothes hanger again, and there was an ID card wrapped in many of them. He Xian took a glance and found that he had overestimated the age of this little sister, who just this year 17 years and 43 days.Her name is Deng Ying. From the address below, it can be inferred that she probably came from the countryside.

Wan Yunhong can really eat tender grass, and even at the age of nearly thirty, he can flirt with minors with a shy face.He Xian heard the sound of Deng Ying flushing the water, immediately stuffed his ID card back like a thief, and stood quietly in the corner.

He Xian thought for a long time, he is now roughly in the bedroom of the girl Wan Yunhong is taking care of, and he carefully inspected the decoration style of this bedroom, the exaggerated style, the expensive furniture, it looks like the one he was in just now. The living room of Wan Yunhong's house is exactly the same, so it is boldly speculated that this may be Wan Yunhong's mansion.

At that time, if you dare to bring this Deng Ying into your home openly, then the main wife should not have started yet.And the thing that stunned himself probably wanted him to see some pictures that hadn't been made public.Is it Zhu Xingchen?It's unlikely, he doesn't have much leisure to beat around the bush.

Deng Ying sat by the bed for a while, but the baby's cry suddenly sounded outside the room, intermittently, sometimes it seemed to be crying and sometimes it seemed to be laughing.

Deng Ying was obviously puzzled, how could there be children in Wan Yunhong's family?She stood up slowly, opened the door a little, and the baby's cries became more intense. Deng Ying hesitated for a few seconds, but still wanted to go out to have a look, and He Xian followed closely behind.

He followed Deng Fang towards the direction of the crying sound, the sound became less and less clear, but it was still piercing.Deng Fang followed the sound and walked to the kitchen. She opened the door suddenly, and the light inside was on. Wan Yunhong looked at her with her round belly exposed.

"What's the matter? Can't sleep?" Wan Yunhong spoke first, and walked over to help Deng Ying, who had a big belly, come in.The bubbles in the casserole are rolling, and the whole kitchen is filled with a unique smell of meat.

Deng Ying nodded acquiescing to his question "Can't sleep?", and then asked: "Did you hear the cry of the child? Is there a child in our house?"

"Daughter-in-law, are you too tired recently, this... be quiet, where is the cry of a child?" Wan Yunhong looked at her puzzled and said, "Could it be because you've been in so much pain recently? It hurts, are you hallucinating?"

Deng Fang recalled the cry just now, but it was gradually blurred, so she replied: "Probably."

She then asked, "By the way, what are you doing in the kitchen if you don't sleep so late?"

Wan Yunhong smiled pretentiously: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but you discovered it by yourself. You smell this, my country mother didn't know where to find the secret recipe, and said she used this to make soup. Let the woman eat the offspring's boy."

Deng Fang's expression was dubious: "Is this...reliable?"

"I know you young people don't believe this, but I like you for having boys and girls. No matter how you say it, this soup is also a great tonic. I stayed up most of the night for your husband."

"Well, my husband is so lucky, how can I not drink it." Deng Fang smiled, revealing a shallow pear nest, Wan Yunhong quickly scooped a small bowl from the pot for her, Deng Fang I just felt that my heart didn't know whether it was the eyes Wan Yunhong looked at her, or the bowl of hot soup was scalding, and the whole body was full of heat.

She carefully blew a small piece of meat around her mouth, then bit off a piece, the stew was just right, the meat was so tender that it melted in the mouth, the only drawback was that the meat was a little sour.

"What kind of meat is this, why is it sour?"