I eat candy in the horror world

The red pieces of meat wriggled on the ground, and Song Xi's eyes reflected their appearance, frightened and disgusted.

By the way, he devoted his mind to analyzing Fang Nannan's motives, wanting to kill him?Probably not, the time to fill in the answers should not be so short.But everything happens just in case.

His heart began to sink as the red meat approached, and within a few blinks, he began to feel something sticking to his face.

Crawling, crawling, crawling, goosebumps all over Song Xi's body, watching helplessly as a piece of meat crawled across the bridge of his nose, around the wing of the nose and then crawled towards the corner of his lips.

No way.

Song Xi's alarm rang loudly, and when his body couldn't move, his whole brain was clamoring to resist.

It didn't work as expected, the piece of meat actually squeezed into his lip, and was trying to pry open his teeth!

Song Xi is going crazy, it's really disgusting, okay?Just when he was screaming crazily in his heart, there was a sharp pain in the middle of his body.He grunted, his fingers seemed to be able to move, but his limbs were still nailed to the ground with invisible nails.

Outside the dream world, Jiang Su let go of Song Xirenzhong's hand.

Wang Tong, who had already woken up, looked at the unconscious man with a gloomy face, and spat, "It's too poisonous, I don't know what got on that wooden man." He was lost in thought, and unconsciously bit his lower lip.

Mao Qiang's face was the ugliest among them, even uglier than Uncle Lin.His expression was a little dull, his eyes widened when he passed Wang Tong's lip-biting mouth, and he yelled at Jiang Su: "Tip of tongue! Try biting the tip of his tongue! Every time I eat meat and bite my tongue, it hurts to the point of tears." Flowers pop up, maybe it will be more effective than pinching people."

Wang Tong patted his forehead, "biting the tip of the tongue does have a refreshing effect, try it."

Putting her fingertips on Song Xi's lips, Jiang Su was stunned, her pale lips were just slightly twirled, and a little more color appeared on her pale lips.

"The tip of the tongue?" Jiang Su repeated meaninglessly, as if confirming himself or hesitating.

Mao Qiang had a quick mind and thought a lot, "Are you afraid that Song Xi will wake up, the brothers are not good." Yes, if he kissed his cousin, it would be disgusting to heaven.

Wang Tong frowned, "We will keep it a secret for you, and we won't tell him." Seeing Song Xi's eyelids twitching more and more, he urged, "Hurry up, the damage suffered in the nightmare is too heavy, and people may be killed alive." Scared to death."

Uncle Lin also encouraged: "Young man, it is important to save people."

The tip of Jiang Su's nose was already attached to Song Xi's side face, he tilted his head slightly, and his lips were attached to Song Xi's soft lips.The heart hit the chest desperately, and the blood all over his body was speeding up. Jiang Su felt that he was hot all over, and there seemed to be sweat oozing from his forehead and palms.

Is this tension?

When he approached Song Xi and the two were about to have a skin-to-skin relationship, was it nervousness?

Jiang Su suppressed the violent panting that rushed to his throat, he stared at the eyelids that were close at hand, and opened his mouth to enclose Song Xi's lips.

Emperor Mao Qiang was not in a hurry for the eunuch, he was still in a hurry, "He's in a deep sleep, it's dangerous if you open his teeth suddenly, what if you bite off your tongue if you can't distinguish between dreams and reality. He took a breath, opened his tiger's mouth and pinched his face, "You pinch his cheeks like this, yes, that's it, keep his jaw loose."

Jiang Su's fingers pressed against Song Xi's cheeks, and the warm touch made him even hotter. He didn't dare to pinch the person too hard, but he didn't want to, because his strength was too weak to use it.As Mao Qiang speculated, Song Xi's teeth were clenched very tightly.

Jiang Su had no choice but to use a little more force, and easily forced Song Xi to open his mouth.

He stuck his tongue in, only touching the tip of the other's tongue, then retracted in panic.Seeing his intention of retreating, Uncle Lin pressed his head, "A man, you don't care what you do. Hurry up, little brother."

Jiang Su closed her eyes, and stuck her tongue deep to avoid meeting Song Xi.

He separated his teeth slightly, and when Song Xi's tongue was hanging between his two teeth, he bit it lightly and hard.The blood spread between the tongue and teeth, Jiang Su tasted the sweet smell of blood, and his throat began to feel dry and itchy.

He wanted to absorb more things that belonged to Song Xi, and subconsciously aggravated his bite.

The sleeping man groaned again, Jiang Su opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the eyeballs under his eyelids moving uneasily.He quickly pulled away and stood upright by the bed.

Song Xi finally woke up from the nightmare. He couldn't tell the truth from reality for a moment, then turned over and sat up, knelt on the bed and protected his Adam's apple with both hands.

He gasped with his mouth wide open, ran to the bathroom in the living room, leaned on the sink and began to retch.

He obviously didn't spit out anything, but he felt an obvious foreign body sensation in his throat.Disgusting, really disgusting, this nightmare can be remembered for a lifetime!

The rest chased after him, Uncle Lin poured water for him, Jiang Su paused and raised his hand to pat his brother on the back.Mao Qiang and Wang Tong stared at the young man intently, and when he recovered, Wang Tong asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Xi drank the whole glass of water in one breath, he nodded, "I dreamed about Fang Nannan."

Several people looked at each other and said in unison, "We also dreamed."

Seeing that Jiang Su was silent, Wang Tong asked, "Xiaoying, what about you?"

"Yes." Jiang Su neither denied nor affirmed.

Wang Tong naturally took this as an affirmative answer. He stared at Song Xi's pale face for a few seconds and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Xi patted his chest, "It's okay." He licked his dry lips, his lips were dry again after drinking water, and his body seemed to be in desperate need of moisture.

This is the case for people who have just been frightened. Uncle Lin got up and poured another glass of water for him.

Song Xi finally calmed down completely, and was about to continue the topic just now, when his tongue started to ooze blood, and it still hurt.He smacked his lips, ran to the bathroom, stuck out his tongue and looked at himself in the mirror.

How did it break?

Song Xi rinsed his mouth a few times with the mouthwash cup, and the bleeding seemed to be a little better.He didn't like the smell of blood, so he endured it and went back to the living room.

"What's wrong with my tongue?" His eyes swept over several people one by one, remembering that the tingling at the critical moment in the dream also seemed to come from the tip of his tongue.

He affirmed: "What did you do?"

"We didn't!" Mao Qiang was the first to deny, and by the way sold out his teammates, "Your brother did it, he... he pinched it with his nails!"

It's so dangerous, I almost slipped my mouth.

He was sure that if he really missed the point, Song Xi's brother would not let him go.At that moment just now, the look in his eyes was like looking at a dead object, which was scary.

Song Xi looked at Jiang Su, who quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xi didn't know how he was so cautious from Su Su's frowning serious face, and hurriedly comforted him: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Afraid that Jiang Su would blame himself in his heart, he added softly ,"thank you."

Jiang Su murmured and went to the balcony.

Song Xi thought he was going out to get some air, so he turned his head to look at the others without paying much attention, naturally he didn't notice that Jiang Su raised his hand and touched his ear.

"Wang Tong, tell me first, what did you dream about." Song Xi scratched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, but it still hurt a little.

I don't know how Su Su pinched her. Are his nails so sharp?

When his thoughts drifted away, Wang Tong pulled him back, "Do you still remember the wooden ball I dreamed about last time?"

Because it was important information, Song Xi remembered it clearly, "The wooden ball rolled into your mouth."

"Yes." Wang Tong rubbed his throat, "Last night's dream changed. I still dreamed of the wooden ball, but the wooden ball grew limbs and turned into a small wooden figure. He squeezed into me desperately. eye sockets, and then in the mouth, it felt like it got into my stomach, tearing everywhere in it."

The feeling of pain was too real, and it was because of this that he woke up with a start.

Wang Tong was sweating again, still in shock.

Song Xi looked at Mao Qiang, and Mao Qiang said quickly: "I still dreamed about Fang Nannan. The scene at that time seemed to be in this living room. I was sitting on the sofa, and Fang Nannan was sitting on the coffee table opposite me. She...she... ..."

The picture was too bloody, and Mao Qiang felt uncomfortable.

Song Xi: "Do you want to adjust it?"

"No need." Mao Qiang waved his hand, intending to do it in one step, to die early and give birth early, "She leaned towards me, touched her stomach and said she was pregnant with my child, and then, she opened her stomach! She took out a wooden doll Can you believe it, and then tell me that this is a child made by her own hands."

Song Xi: "..."

He didn't even dare to think about that scene, Mao Qiang actually experienced it himself.

It can only be said that he is a ruthless person, as his name suggests.

Uncle Lin stopped drinking water and almost spit it out. He forced himself to swallow it, and when everyone looked over, he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then coughed suppressedly.

Mao Qiang continued: "She not only dissected her own stomach, but also dissected the wooden man's stomach, which was full of fine wooden needles. There were so many wooden needles that she couldn't hold them with one hand, but she wanted to cut them all at once. It was stuffed into my mouth. I refused, so she nailed my hands and feet with wooden needles, and tore open my mouth with bare hands! Then, and then I woke up."

The first time he woke up, he saw the wooden man lying on his bed, his scalp was numb, and he threw something out of the window like a conditioned reflex.

As a result, when he got out of bed, the wooden man appeared on the small table diagonally opposite.

After Mao Qiang finished speaking, he couldn't calm down for a long time, and even felt pain in the corner of his mouth.He touched the corner of his lips, turned around and asked Uncle Lin, "Is my mouth all right? Is it not hurt, right?"

"No, your mouth is normal." Uncle Lin patted the young man's back to comfort him, "It's just a dream, don't scare yourself."

Before Song Xi could ask after speaking, Uncle Lin took the initiative to talk about his nightmare.

"My dream was not that bloody." He added, "The last nightmare was that Fang Nannan used a wooden stick to my throat, but this time it was not. Instead, she used a sharpened wooden stick as a needle and sewed my mouth with cotton thread. .”

Mao Qiang: "In comparison, your nightmare is a bit gentle, Uncle Lin."

Song Xi: "Respect the old and love the young."

Seeing everyone looking at him, he closed his eyes and said, "It's nothing, it's just a dream that Fang Nannan used a chainsaw to cut off the flesh on his body, and then the flesh crawled into my mouth and turned into sawdust."

The sawdust was dry and spiky.Probably because the dream does not need to abide by the actual situation outside the dream, he clearly felt that his neck was swollen and thick, and it was full of sawdust.

An understatement made everyone present vomit.

Wang Tong drank water to moisten his throat, and asked Jiang Su, "What about you?"

Before Jiang Su could speak, Song Xi began to help him out, "He hasn't slept, so he shouldn't be dreaming."

Mao Qiang envied: "You are such a lucky boy."

Jiang Su's ears had cooled down, and he sat back beside Song Xi.The body temperature and breath belonging to the youth immediately came up, and Jiang Su's breathing tended to be rapid again. He suppressed himself, but his eyes drifted uncontrollably to Song Xi's lips.

So soft.

Sensing the gaze on his face, Song Xi looked over, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Su: "It's nothing, you have something here." He stretched out his fingers and twisted a curved fiber from Song Xi's eyelashes, which might have been stuck on the towel or quilt.

Song Xi glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously, his mind was full of nightmares.

The nightmares of Uncle Lin, Wang Tong, and Mao Qiang are actually related to the previous ones, and it can be said that they are a further step forward from the nightmares.He didn't have a dream last time, so he came directly to a heavy blow.

Hypothetically, nightmares are more than just nightmares.

Be it the wooden man or Fang Nannan, no matter how much they struggled in their dreams, their deaths could be related to the wood.

The wooden man who suddenly appeared, the nightmare of dying from wood, and the sculptor Fang Nannan.

It is impossible for these three things to be unrelated.

Song Xi's voice became hoarse, and he said: "Do you still remember that when Zou Xiang died, we heard on the phone that Aunt Li and his family were going to sharpen their knives?"

"Remember." Mao Qiang pointed to Jiang Su and said, "Your brother also said at that time that sharpening knives is for killing."

Song Xi hummed, "After sharpening the knife, Zou Xiang died under the knife. What about the nightmare, could it be a clear indication of our next death?"

The young man's voice was not loud, but it fell on everyone's hearts like a huge boulder thrown into the water.

What would you do if you could foresee how you would die for half an hour?There is nothing to be done, because fate cannot be escaped.

Mao Qiang's whole heart was darkened, "Can't we escape? If we get the answer right, we can't escape..."

Song Xi: "Not necessarily, until the last moment of the matter, any small behavior can become a turning point." Except for Wang Tong, Mao Qiang and Uncle Lin's emotions became not quite right, he frowned and said, "What are you doing with a sad face?" , if there is still a possibility of survival, don’t you want it too?”

"Yes! I want it!" Mao Qiang stood up and paced restlessly in the living room, "Let me think about what else we can do."

"There are many things that can be done, and I can only think of two things at the moment." Song Xi said, "One, weapons. You have also seen that the residents here are a bit violent, and they will attack if they disagree. The most important thing is, Fang Nannan has a chainsaw, we need weapons that can fight her."

Mao Qiang was not in the mood to think about the danger or not. If he didn't go into the tiger's den, he wouldn't catch a tiger. "I'll go get weapons."

Song Xi: "Jiang Su and I went to find a photo." He glanced at Wang Tong and prayed that Wang Tong's words would come true.

"But where and how are you going to look for it?" Uncle Lin's voice was much lower than before, and he rubbed his hands worriedly.

Song Xi: "506."

"Haven't you already been there twice?" Uncle Lin said, "Could it be somewhere else?"

"We have been there twice, but we haven't searched thoroughly." Song Xi raised his eyes and sat up straight. "There is the biggest cover in her house, and we haven't paid attention to it."

Jiang Su raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Xi. The young man looked confident like a beautiful and eye-catching peacock, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.As soon as the smile seeped into his eyes, his face sank.

Jiang Su put his finger on his lips, "Hush."

Mao Qiang was about to ask what was wrong, when a cry came from the entrance, it was a very violent scream belonging to an adult male.Immediately afterwards, I heard the man in the suit yelling for help: "Ghost, damn it, help—"

The man in the suit rushed downstairs from the slow platform between the first and second floors, and rushed all the way back to the second unit.Fortunately, that woman was much more interested in 202 than he was, so she didn't chase her.

Song Xi found a clothes pole, stretched his arms, and raised them to hit the balcony of 303 diagonally above.

Fortunately, the people in the room had sharp ears, and soon the man in the T-shirt came out. He seemed to know what Song Xi wanted to say, and he was the first to answer the question: "We have made a new discovery. He originally wanted to tell you, but he didn't know Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Song Xi: "Is he injured?"

The man in the T-shirt said no.

Song Xi heaved a sigh of relief, and looked back at the living room. Mao Qiang was walking into the entrance with bare feet on tiptoe, careful not to make a sound.

When he reached the door, he slowly straightened his legs, bent over, squinted one eye and turned his head to look at the cat's eyes.A figure flashed past outside, instinctively wanting to see more clearly, when he stared, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Without saying a word, Wang Tong dragged him back a few steps.

Mao Qiang was brought to the point where he almost fell down. Before he could ask what was wrong, he saw that the tightly stuck cat's eye was washed away from the outside by a stick.

The person holding the stick was dissatisfied with the escape of the prey, and as if venting, he stabbed the stick a few more times inward.

Looking at the pointed head of the wooden stick, Mao Qiang broke out in a cold sweat, his legs were limp and he couldn't stand up.Wang Tong was out of breath, and pulled him back a few steps.

The stick was enchanted, and began to stretch, and instantly poked it on the wall opposite the security door.

On the wall hung a decorative portrait with a wooden point poking right into one of the portrait's eyes.

But not enough.

After hitting the target, the wooden stick turned back vigorously to penetrate deeper, then backed out a little, and thrust out again with force, piercing the other eye of the portrait.

Mao Qiang was no longer just so frightened that he was sweating coldly. He couldn't stand still while holding on to the wall, and fell to the ground when his body tilted.

He took a deep breath and quickly crawled under the stick with Wang Tong.He looked back, the wooden stick was being pulled out bit by bit, and then there was another burst of sprinting, the tip was unbiased, and it actually just happened to be inserted into the tightly pursed mouth of the portrait.

The mouth was punctured badly, and when the drawing paper was turned up, something red seemed to flow out of it.

Mao Qiang subconsciously opened his eyes wide, it was blood, how could it be bleeding, it was obviously just a lifeless portrait!

Wang Tong: "Hey, what's wrong with you?!"

The shouting failed to stop Mao Qiang's actions, he stood up straight with his eyes straight as if in a daze, and walked slowly towards the portrait while touching the wooden stick with one hand.

Song Xi realized something was wrong, pulled Jiang Su and ran over together, grabbing Mao Qiang's arms from left to right.

Mao Qiang struggled frantically, muttering: "Why does the painting bleed... No, it's not the painting that bleeds, but me. My mouth was punctured and it's bleeding, a lot of blood!"

Wang Tong came to his senses: "Give him two slaps, he's bewildered by ghosts!"

The stick receded from the portrait again, the tip dangling from side to side, as if aiming.

Song Xi gave Jiang Su a wink, and Jiang Su slashed down with a knife.Mao Qiang only felt a pain in the side of his neck, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were dark.

As Mao Qiang fell limply, Song Xi pressed Jiang Su's head and squatted down together.

A gust of cold wind blew overhead, and the wooden stick pierced through the position where Mao Qiang had just stood, piercing through the portrait.

There was only a bang, and the portrait fell from the wall, and the strong frame fell to pieces.