domestic hell grinder

Yin got up early as usual, and when the sky was cloudy, he had already sat on the bed in a daze for a while.Suddenly I felt my mouth was very dry, but there was no container in the room that contained water.

He put his gloves on a clean shirt next to the bed, regardless of whether it was Yue Ling's or his own, and then tiptoed out, leaving the sleeping Yue Ling alone behind the closed door.

The wall lamps on the corridor are still shining, and the flickering candles can be seen faintly.

Quiet, dead silence.

Yin Zhao stopped when he faintly felt movement in front of him.

When the skeleton came out of the corner holding the tray, it was accompanied by a slight turning sound.Although Yin Zhao was already mentally prepared, when Naihe actually saw it, he couldn't help but tremble a bit, and subconsciously pushed open a door at his side.

He quickly closed the door and scanned everything in the room curiously.Exquisite carved candlesticks, the luxurious exhibits are recognizable at a glance. These things seem to be familiar, and they don't arouse his interest too much, after all, Yue Ling's family also has them.Except for the big mural in the center.

The color matching and pattern layout of the murals are far from coordinated, and even a little chaotic.Yin Zhao rubbed his dizzy eyes, and wanted to leave here, but he couldn't get out—the mural seemed to have an invisible magic power, tempting him to look at it for a while.

But I couldn't see clearly——Yin Zhao walked slowly to the front of the mural, and his eyes froze after a while.

There is an image of Yue Ling on it.Clearly visible and lifelike, it seemed that he was about to speak to him the next moment.

["Yin Zhao." Yue Ling's figure looked at Xiao Su from a distance.

"Brother," Yin Zhao walked around him excitedly as usual, "let's go home."

"Go home?" There was a faint smile on Yue Ling's mouth, but it was a little cold, "Go back to my home or your home? No, your home is in the underworld, after the way of reincarnation."

Yin Zhao was stunned: "Just... just go home."

Yue Ling slowly pulled out the arm that was grabbed by Yin Zhao, and looked at him with pity: "It's over, it's over, what's the way forward, you have to go by yourself."

Yin Zhao shook his head again and again: "I...I can't go on."

However, Yue Ling left as if he had made up his mind, and Ren Yinzhao didn't turn back no matter what he called out.

Yin Zhao squatted down slowly, buried his face in his hands, trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Yin Zhao raised his head suddenly, as if a call came from the sky, looking for the direction of the ethereal voice in a daze—"Yin Zhao, Yin Zhao, get up..."]

When Yue Ling's face appeared in front of his eyes again, Yin Zhao was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Yue Ling couldn't help frowning: "Yin Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Yin Zhao stared blankly at the person in front of him, unable to speak for a long time.

When Yue Ling looked at the mural, he sighed slightly: "Why did you stumble here by mistake? This is not an ordinary mural, or in other words, this is the gate of illusion."

"Illusion?" Seeing Yue Ling's normal expression, Yin Zhao finally calmed down a bit.

"A very damaged mural is not only tempting to enter the illusion, but also an illusion constructed according to your deepest fear."

"The deepest... deepest fear?" Yin Zhao duplicity, "I have nothing to fear."

Yue Ling leaned down slightly, looked at Yin Zhao with complicated eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you afraid of?"

Yin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to help Yue Ling lift up the slightly slipped shawl: "Brother, you got up so early."

"..." Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Yue Ling didn't bother to ask, but just stretched out his hand, "Get up if you have nothing to fear."

Yin Zhao couldn't tell which was the illusion now and just now. After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously extended his hand and touched Yue Ling's fingertips. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. hold, and then pulled up.

Yin Zhao waved his hands happily, "Brother, it doesn't hurt."

"I put some weird potion on it after pulling out the shards last night."

Yin Zhao remembered his skillful movements: "Brother, you can even be a doctor."

"I learned something when I was bored."

Yin Zhao: ...I really want to be so boring.

Yue Ling interrupted his thoughts: "Why did you come out so early in the morning?"

"I'm thirsty," Yin Zhao frowned after finishing speaking, "Can't I drink this too?"

"Water is not processed by human beings, it can be drunk." Yue Ling walked him around the halls decorated with crystals and decorated with bone china walls. Yin Zhao couldn't stop looking at the clusters scattered everywhere. roses, they are delicate and tantalizing.However, what he didn't expect was that Ling'an would place a carved coffin in the middle of the room, with fresh red roses spread inside.

Yin Zhaofu whispered in Yue Ling's ear, "Brother, Ling An is so good at secondary school."

A smile flashed across Yue Ling's eyebrows, but he didn't say much.

"Yin Zhao, what are you talking about me?" A cold voice came suddenly.

Yin Zhao stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes slightly, and finally saw Ling An who was sitting at the head of the long table.

It turned out that he had already walked to the restaurant without knowing it.

"Praise your house for being beautiful." Yin Zhao pulled out a chair beside Yue Ling very naturally, and sat down next to him.

The candlestick in front of Ling An suddenly went out, and the light and dark alternated, making him look dangerous and seductive: "Yue Ling, take care of the little devil, don't let him fall into my hands."

Yue Ling slightly loosened the hand holding the knife and fork, and then let out a long "hiss" across the porcelain plate: "Oh."

When the food was served, it was still served by skeletons, and Yin Zhao got used to it, and he didn't feel frightened anymore.It's just that he found that there seemed to be levels among the skeletons. For example, the one standing next to Ling An had special marks on the shoulder blades.

Ling An sipped a few sips of wine gracefully, and said with a smile: "Yin Zhao, stop staring, this is my housekeeper, do you want to come to my manor to do something?"

Yin Zhao quickly looked away: "It doesn't mean that."

"Duplicity." Ling An smiled even more happily.

Yue Ling rolled his eyes imperceptibly.

Yin Zhao ignored him, but looked eagerly at something as beautiful as coral in Yue Ling's plate: "Brother, is this red bean paste?"

Yue Ling picked up some and tried it: "Red bean paste with honey and some strange condiments."

"Oh~" Yin Zhao's eyes turned to the gorgeous piece of red wine barbecue again.

Probably aware that Yin Zhao was greedy, Yue Ling said softly: "It's not tasty."

"Yue Ling, Yin Zhao," Ling An deliberately said coldly, "If you do this again, the dishes for this meal will be washed."

"You can't order me around." Yue Ling said calmly.

Yin Zhao originally wanted to watch Ling An's expression, but he turned his head and met the gaze of the skeleton.The skull's eye sockets are large and hollow, but Yin Zhao is still very sure that Ling'an's butler is indeed looking straight at him....

Yin Zhao moved closer to Yue Ling.However, what he didn't expect was that the skeleton butler would walk up to Yin Zhao's side without any rules, and look at him with his head tilted.

The sound of Gu Luo turning made Yin Zhao tremble.

Ling An's hand holding the wine glass tilted slightly, and the red liquid slid down along the side of the glass, staining the napkin red. He laughed a few times: "Yin Zhao, your companion wants to say hello to you."

The meaning in Yue Ling's eyes was unclear, and he only called out slowly: "Ling'an."

"Okay, okay," Ling An smiled, "4732, come here and change the napkin."

The skeleton butler known as No. 4732 slowly straightened his head to attention, returned to Ling An and packed everything up obediently.

When Yue Ling noticed the tingling sensation coming from the back of his hand, he lowered his eyes and saw Yin Zhaozheng writing on his hand with his fingertips—[Go quickly]

He got up unhurriedly: "I'll take Yin Zhao out for a walk."

Ling An smiled slightly: "Walk carefully, don't step on anything."

When Yin Zhao followed Yue Ling, he couldn't help chewing his tongue in his ear: "Brother, you are so normal in comparison."

"Xia Cheng's style is always exaggerated."

Even the garden is full of beautiful red roses, Yin Zhao has never liked red flowers, after all, it reminds him of the silky petals on the other side of the river in the underworld, floating out of the water and encroaching on the river surface.However, the ones in Ling'an Manor had a special flavor, and he couldn't help staring at them all the way.

It wasn't until there was a "click" under his feet that Yin Zhao came back to his senses. He was about to look down, but his eyes were covered by a cold hand: "Don't look."

"Brother, what's wrong?"

When Yue Ling saw the bones piled up under the flowerbed, his expression froze, but he quickly returned to normal, and said softly, "Children, don't look at these."

Before Yin Zhao could react, Yue Ling turned around and walked in another direction with him, leaving behind a skull that was crushed by Yin Zhao inadvertently.

When Yue Ling let go, Yin Zhao looked around: "Brother, what are you not letting me see?"

Yue Ling randomly picked a bench and sat down: "I'm tired, let's take a rest."

A breath of gossip radiated from Yin Zhao: "Could it be that Ling An secretly met his lover Qingqing, me, you, me, and me in the garden?"

Yue Ling looked at him with a little disgust: "What are you thinking about?"

"I want to make you happy." Yin Zhao blurted out.

Yue Ling seemed to be choked, the expression on his face changed slightly, and finally he didn't say anything.

Yin Zhao pretended nothing happened, sat down next to Yue Ling very naturally, stared at No. 4732 which was being watered for a while, and asked, "How long can they last like this?"

"When the hands and feet are gone, or the head is gone, it will be classified as scrap."

"Brother, is it really worth it?"

"As I said, some people would."

"I don't think it's worth exchanging one life for another life." Yin Zhao frowned.However, he heard no response.

Yin Zhao turned his face sideways and saw Yue Ling's cold sleeping face, and three or two petals were lightly leaning on his shoulders and refused to fall.

Too bad I can't draw.Yin Zhao thought.