When I woke up, I conquered the end of the world

In the dark room, under the bulging quilt on the bed lies a distorted face, the sweat seeping makes the cloth wet and sticky on the body, and the arms are exposed.

A finger as white as jade was gradually spreading, gently grasping his wrist, and those ferocious black pupils were scanning the person in front of him.

Drawing circles, hooking it to his chest, scratching his skin, watching him suffering from pain and falling into a nightmare, his eyes that were spinning around were full of bloodthirsty hostility, and the corners of his lips were curled up. , her graceful thin lips parted slightly, biting his shoulder hard.

"Uh, uh...no, don't..." Xing Shao struggled, his expression distorted in pain.

The opened eyes couldn't adapt to the dark room, so he could only pant violently to suppress the surging pain.

The rusty smell from the blood filled his nostrils, making him panic and have the illusion that he was about to die.

"Huo, Horsen?" He was stunned to realize that he was lying on the bed, and there was nothing scary in the bedroom.

Horsen, who was on the side, gently hooked his neck. Seeing his panic-stricken appearance, he couldn't help asking softly, "What's wrong? Had a nightmare again?"

"Well, yes..." He took a deep breath. The moment he saw Horsen, he felt a little weird, but he couldn't tell where the weirdness was.

Horsen leaned over and said softly: "Today is the ghost month. During this month, the gates of the ghosts are always open, and the ghosts walk at night. It is said that at midnight on this day, if you stay in the wilderness, you will see the spectacle of ghosts walking at night. Hundreds of ghosts came from the bridge of Naihe, Mingsi lit the red lanterns to lead them, and marched towards the Yang Realm, where they had been away for a long time. Therefore, it is not suitable to go out this night."

"Isn't it because of today's festival that you became so scared?"

"Y-maybe." He swallowed, and followed behind Horsen.

Holson sat up topless, and jokingly said, "There's nothing to be afraid of when I'm by your side. If you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"Well, everything is fine." He rubbed his eyebrows, trying to calm himself down.

I don't know when it started, the person who cooks at home is no longer him.

Instead, it was replaced by Horsen. He also thought that Horsen's cooking was better, and he hadn't touched the refrigerator at home for a long time.

Having been raised by Horsen for such a long time, he will definitely become an idle, decadent and lazy dead fat man sooner or later, especially now that he is so lazy, seeing the muscle lines of Horsen's upper body, he is hanging a light yellow apron.His eyes were only focused on eating the ice cream, and he didn't want to step forward to help at all.

Holson smiled at him and said, "What's the matter? I'm so good-looking?"

He nodded honestly, "Well, you are the first man I think is very good-looking."

After saying this, he blushed suddenly, and looked at Horsen timidly, noticing that there was a hint of rosiness on Horsen's face, which was really rare, and the two of them appeared shy at the same time.

"I always feel that we will never be together one day, you say, how much time do we have to spend together?" He muttered to himself.

Horsen said slowly: "Forever! We will always be one, and I will always be by your side."

"Hey." Hearing his lover's assurance, he couldn't control the smile on his lips, holding his face and giggling.

"Idiot, stop thinking about useless things all day long." Horsen cursed dotingly.

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He held the hot milk that Holson handed him in his hand. Since Holson learned that he often had nightmares and that drinking hot milk would help him sleep, he would drink a cup every day when he woke up.

Although he believed that milk did not improve sleep, Horsen's kind reminder made him endure the sticky feeling of milk and drink it like this every day. It has become a habit, and it would be a bit strange if he didn't drink it.

The oil pan was gradually heating up, and the open kitchen was spreading the smell of oily smoke to the living room. He listened to the crackling sound of the chopped green onions thrown into the oil pan, and put down the cup that drank all the milk.

Looking at Horsen from top to bottom, I feel more and more that Horsen is extremely handsome, and every part exudes attractive charm.

Even wearing ordinary slippers, they are extremely attractive and cannot move their eyes.

Huh?

and many more?

Holson's feet were bare, and he suddenly turned his gaze to the chandelier above Holson's head.

The incandescent lamp was emitting light, but it was dark outside the window.

There are no shadows on the floor.

—Horsen standing there smiling at him, Horsen who is cooking, is a shadowless weirdo?

No no no no... is he crazy?Who is without a shadow?unless! ?

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so he could only lower his head and bite his nails hard. He should believe in his lover.

It's been a nightmare for a long time, always thinking wildly, maybe he should listen to Horsen's words and choose a psychological clinic, and can't continue to escape.

After finishing his mental preparation, he stood up slowly, washed his face, and calmed down his head.Smelling the aroma of the thick soup, he bit his lower lip.

I can't let Horsen take care of him all the time, he hasn't touched the refrigerator for a long time, really... If he is spoiled by Horsen all the time, he will really become a waste, and he will not be able to do anything but eat.

Walking to the refrigerator, he saw Holson serving dishes.There should still be a few bottles of beer in the refrigerator. He bought them a few days ago and was put in by Horsen, so they can be drunk today.

Opening the refrigerator, he looked inside in surprise.

He didn't expect it to be full, and he didn't know what it was. Each of them was packed in a small plastic bag. He reached out to touch it curiously, and the plastic bag slipped off gently, revealing his fair skin.

Huh?

Is it pork?However, he didn't hear what Holson said about buying pork recently.

There was a sudden unbearable pain in his head, and there was a kind of fear in his heart, vaguely reminding him not to come any closer.

— Against his will and in accordance with reason, he reached out and took out a plastic bag.

Weird to the touch, bumpy and heavy.

The moment I hugged her in my arms, the plastic bag fell lightly to the ground.

He suddenly widened his eyes, stretched his fingers tremblingly towards the frozen stiff and round object, and shook off the icicles bit by bit, the chill all over his body was about to drown him.

What he was holding in his arms was a human head, washed clean, glowing bluish-white, with a hostile look on his brows, and those black pupils were staring at him intently, with a handsome face that could not rest in peace, and Huo Huo who was preparing dinner for him. Elson is exactly the same.

Just a few seconds ago, the cold tip of his tongue was still licking his wrist, the sticky touch, and the lingering fear.

"pat..."

Limbs were stiff, and the head in his arms accidentally fell.

He watched in horror as Horsen turned his head towards him, and when he saw the head on the ground, Horsen was still pampering, but there was a trace of violence in his tone, "Didn't I just say, I won't let you touch the refrigerator..."

"No, no, I just want to help you..." He kept backing away in a panic, "You, you...you..."

No matter what, he couldn't speak successfully, and could only tremble intermittently.

"Why then do you always disobey me?"

He finally realized why he felt strange.

Why would you forget!

Holson!Already dead!

Killed by his own hands... why, he will forget.

Unable to restrain his fear, he continued to back away in embarrassment, his legs were limp, and he crawled to the door, unable to push the door open, his fingers were on the doorknob, and he kept pulling.

A chill spread across his back, and that icy person, who seemed to have no bones, was lying on his back.

As long as he turned his head, his lips could touch his cheek.

"Xing Shao, stay with me."

He shook his head violently, trying desperately to struggle, but he was dragged back mercilessly. The cold fingers were tightly clutching his wrist, pressing him against the corner of the wall.

Holson held the steak and put it to his lips. "Eat it, I just made it, your favorite steak."

"Meat..." He recalled the head again, and looked at the terrifying and frightening man in front of him. "What kind of meat?"

Holson chuckled and said, "What's the matter? It's the beef I bought in the supermarket. Don't you like it the most?"

"No, it's not...you're lying to me, I've been fooled by you before, the taste of meat is actually not beef...it's in a plastic bag in the refrigerator..."

"It was still discovered by you." Horsen's expression changed suddenly, he tore up the meat, stuffed it into his mouth, looked at his fearful eyes, and said slowly: "You guessed right, it wasn't bought in the supermarket. .”

He froze for a few seconds, and suddenly cold words sounded in his ears, "It's my meat."

"You, your meat?" He repeated Holson's words blankly. He knew every word, but he couldn't understand what it meant when they were put together.

"Yeah, I disassembled my limbs and put them in the refrigerator to freeze and feed them to you every day." Holson's tone was elongated, like licking ambiguously, spreading along his ears to the Gently touching the eardrum, the core made him sweat from the pain.

"You like to eat very much."

"But why did you touch the refrigerator? Didn't I tell you that you were not allowed to touch the refrigerator?"

"It's only one leg short, and we can be integrated forever, Xing Shao... Don't you like me? Why are you afraid of me?"

He curled up in the corner, watching the man approaching step by step in front of him, the crisp sound of the soles of his shoes, like a heavy hammer, hitting his chest hard one after another.

His face was pale, his breathing was messy, his black eyes were full of fragility, and the side of his slender neck was covered with traces of ambiguity.

Forced to stuff the meat into the steak, he vomited reflexively. Everything that followed was like hell. The ghost in front of him hugged him tightly and couldn't help but break free.

The mirror placed in front of him reflected his thin body. In the dead silent room, the only thing that could prove that he was alive was his chest rising and falling.

But Nightmare didn't seem to let him go, the corners of his lips were stained with meat, his stomach was churning, and he was thrown on the bed.

He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't resist the fatigue, and the vision in front of him was constantly distorted.

His thoughts gradually went blank, and the dream was repeated again. When he woke up suddenly, he heard the sound next to his ear, "What's wrong? Had a nightmare again?"