Cannon fodder, please open your eyes [Quick Transmigration]

Among the seven players on this mission, the short-haired girl thought she was the most inspired one.

Not in the mood to masochistically stare at the hanged ghost on the beam, her eyes wandered around, and accidentally glanced at Shen Pei's hand that had just healed.

This is the first time for a short-haired girl to cooperate with Shen Pei. Before meeting, she did not expect that the well-known Chunyang Ming in the forum would be so beautiful.

Obviously the light in the guest room is dim and cramped, but the other party is like a piece of lustrous and flawless warm jade, his skin is so white that it seems to be shining.

The wound that was cut by the knife was lying on the young man's palm like a scarlet welt or an ugly centipede.

Weird and hideous.

What's even more strange is that after she stared at the bloodstain for a long time, the short-haired girl seemed to see a slender hand clasping the back of Shen Pei's hand to make a nondescript clasp of fingers, preventing him from clenching his fists. Irritate the wound.

The blood-red wide cuffs hang gently on the side of the beauty's couch, and the short-haired girl can't help but look up along it, only three thousand black hairs and a blurred face can be seen.

The other party was leaning behind Shen Pei at this moment. From her perspective, the red-clothed ghost seemed to be hugging its prey into its arms.

However, before the short-haired girl could take a closer look, the scene in front of her was like broken water, completely dissipated.

No matter how much she rubbed her eyes, she could only observe Shen Pei.

Heaven and man have been fighting for a long time, and the short-haired girl stepped forward: "Shen Pei, I brought medicine to help you bandage the wound?"

The chaotic room was suddenly quiet.

Cui Rui, who is used to being a good person, patted his head: "I'm sorry, Shen Pei...Look at my memory, I'm too worried about Peng Ze."

"There must be a careful girl in the team." Turning to look at the short-haired girl, he urged, "Hurry up and bandage Shen Pei, this injury really hurts just looking at it."

Stared at by the maroon eyes hidden behind the plain mirror, the short-haired girl shuddered, and a chill crawled up her back for no reason.

The hanged ghost on the beam was still dutifully maintaining the illusion. Du Pengze heard the sound of the rain getting smaller and smaller outside, and left the guest room with a stinky face——

Fear, decadence, and passive waiting are of no help in clearing the game. The gap between the enemy and the enemy is too great. Only when they collect enough information can they find the boss's weakness and destroy the opponent.

The little fat man and Xiao Pingtou seemed to be acquaintances, noticing that the blood-stained knife had been taken away by Cui Rui, they looked at each other helplessly, but walked out together.

Trying to bandage the young man as gently as possible, the short-haired girl discovered that the palm of the young man, which seemed to be unharmed at first glance, was densely covered with old pink and white scars.

Obviously, the system will repair most of their wounds every time they successfully complete the task. It is hard to imagine how rude Shen Pei used to treat his hands.

"Cutting your hands is better than cutting your wrists. If you accidentally splatter three feet of blood, you'll be done." The black-haired young man smiled and said indifferently after enjoying the treatment of the wounded that he had never enjoyed in his previous life.

The bloody wound prevented her from being protected by the other party with peace of mind, and the short-haired girl murmured, "You will still..."

"There's blood on the ground," the long-haired girl who was frightened by the hanged ghost interrupted suddenly, whether it was intentional or a coincidence, "it's under the table."

Hearing clues that might be related to the mission, the short-haired girl couldn't care less about chatting, fastened the bandages for Shen Pei, and walked quickly to her companion.

The ground covered with thin ash had already been wiped clean by the long-haired girl with a paper towel, and because the weather outside was clearer, the short-haired girl could clearly see the blood that had been wiped off.

But maybe the blood dripped here too frequently and too much, even after being cleaned, the floor tiles in front of me also showed a dull red color.

Looking up at the same blood color on the edge of the table, the short-haired girl seemed to be possessed, and black and white images appeared in front of her eyes.

right here in this room.

Right here at this table.

The woman with black hair was being roughly dragged by a man by her hair, like a hammer or something, her forehead was violently smashed on the table.

The dark red and viscous blood dripped down her chin drop by drop. The short-haired girl couldn't hear what the man was saying as he opened and closed his mouth, but could only hear the crashing sound like a talisman.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Reality and fantasy seem to overlap subtly at this moment, the knock on the door outside the guest room is slow and heavy, it seems that even the hanged ghost on the beam is shaking.

Just a second before the short-haired girl was about to lose control, a thin and tall figure stood in front of her.

"Squeak."

Opening the door calmly, the black-haired young man hid his injured hand indiscriminately, and smiled at the visitor gently and obediently: "It's still raining outside, mayor, why are you here?"

Holding a dull oil-paper umbrella in his hand, the aged old mayor stood outside the door, looking back and forth at Shen Pei with his cloudy eyes.

"Dinner is usually served at six o'clock in the evening at home. If you don't mind, you can come over and have a taste." He said polite words in a tone that was much slower than ordinary people. His expression was rigid, and he showed no enthusiasm for inviting people to dinner.

As if he knew what was going on inside the house, the old mayor asked hoarsely, "Where are the two girls? Why didn't you see them come out?"

"They were a little tired after walking around in the mountains for too long." Consciously or unintentionally, he used his body to block the gap in the doorway, Shen Pei rubbed his eyes, covered his mouth and yawned.

Seeing the obviously blood-stained bandage on the young man's hand, the old mayor not only showed no fear, but even smiled kindly.

"Tired? Go to sleep if you are tired."

As the drizzle stopped outside the house, the old mayor put away the oiled paper umbrella as a walking stick, turned around and left with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After briefly recounting the scene she saw in a trance, the short-haired girl swallowed: "Is he... a human or a ghost?"

"It should be human, he is not afraid of Shen Pei at all." Having witnessed the reaction of the old mayor negotiating with Shen Pei alone, the long-haired girl relaxed visibly, "Shall we go for dinner? There should be important clues. "

Gao Yi was bold, Shen Pei was noncommittal, and lay back on the beauty's couch again: "There is no rush, let's talk about it when Cui Rui and the others come back."

Thinking of the long-haired red-clothed "female ghost" hugging her, the short-haired girl looked weird and pushed her curled up calf as naturally as possible.

"This place is too narrow, you'd better go to bed and sleep."

Guessing that the other party must have seen the ghost that haunted him earlier, Shen Pei glanced at the long-haired girl who was also in the room, and did not ask any further questions, but went to the boxwood bed to find a clean place to take a nap .

Envious of the young man's confidence that he can rest in the haunted house at will, the two female players looked at each other and sat next to each other on the ground.

The sunny day is the best time to search for clues, until it was dark outside the window, the four of Du Pengze rushed back.

He saw the black-haired young man sleeping on the bed at a glance, and before he could get angry, Cui Rui stopped him: "Keep your voice down, he's still hurt."

"Let's go out and talk if we have anything to say," Cui Rui pointed at the hanged ghost on the beam that hadn't dissipated, and said in a gentle voice, "After all, we are all ordinary people, and we will be overwhelmed if we watch too much."

A handsome guy who is approachable, handsome and dedicated is the easiest to win the favor of women. I remember that Cui Rui still had a knife stained with pure Yang blood in his pocket. The long-haired girl nodded first and left this dark and terrifying room .

The kerosene lamp that was originally placed on the round table was taken away by six other players. Even though there was only one door across the room, the faint light of the fire could not shine into the room where Shen Pei was at all.

As if feeling some strange and terrifying aura, the hanged man who had been staring at the bed before suddenly shook his belt very hard, turning his back 180 degrees in a comical way.

——Although it was true that the black-haired young man snatched his bed to sleep, but at this moment, it is safer for him to minimize his presence.

Having seen Cui Ruila's ability to form cliques a long time ago, Shen Pei was clearly awake, but he was too lazy to open his mouth to expose the opponent's tricks.

Anyway, only the final boss of this mission can hurt him, as long as he is not as gullible as in his previous life, he can definitely leave alive.

What's more, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. For some people who fall with the wind and extreme egoists, Shen Pei really doesn't have the leisure to win over them.

Remembering the dinner that the old mayor mentioned, he wanted to check the time on the virtual panel, but found that his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Ghost press.

This idea popped up in his mind instantly, and the experienced black-haired youth was about to bite the tip of his tongue when his jaw was pinched by an invisible force.

It's that hand.

The man's hand.

Being "frivolous" by the other party one after another, Shen Pei has long remembered the shape of that hand and the jade-like warm skin on it.

Forehead, bridge of nose, jaw...

Like the gentlest lover in the bed, the invisible fingertips rubbed back and forth on the young man's beautiful face, slowly like a kind of tease.

The hem of the shirt was pulled open for no reason, and Shen Pei felt a fabric smoother than satin brushing against his skin, with an unknown pattern of embroidery on it.

Ruyu's fingertips lightly touched the young man's fragile throat, but the ghost didn't intend to hurt the other party, but continued down slowly.

Clavicle, finger bone, arm bone, coccyx bone, leg bone, foot bone... and the slightly protruding, slightly sexy ankle bone. The young man lying on the bed was flushed like blood and his clothes were disheveled. Li Gui touched it all over.

However, the ghost's movements still had a serious taste, as if he was just inspecting an object, and he couldn't even detect a trace of lust.

Student Shen, who thought he was in charge, was furious.

Subconsciously ignoring the inexplicable familiarity in the soothing, the young man who calculated in his mind the shape of a ghost seized the opportunity and desperately raised his head, biting the opponent's throat accurately and fiercely.

Probably because he bit too hard, even his teeth were bleeding out.

The heavy limbs quickly regained their ease, and Shen Pei opened his eyes immediately, but he still couldn't see any vision.

The button-down shirt hung on his arm, the black-haired young man looked down at his ruptured wound, and lifted his trousers with a sinking face.

town of perverts,

From now on, he would rather share the bed with the attacker than be alone.

The author has something to say: A certain ghost: I just touch a bone to count...

Pei Pei: What is the long mouth for?Just ask?

A certain ghost: If I ask you, what will you say?

Pei Pei: ...

A certain ghost continues to commit suicide, allow me to be sad.

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