The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Soon, Wang Luan was carried into the building by Qi Chensheng. The structure of this building is actually not complicated. The first floor is where Andres usually treats patients.Although something happened upstairs, the lower floor still looked comfortable and clean at the moment, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But Wang Luan felt that everything in front of him seemed to be just a curtain painting a quiet scene, and what was hidden under the curtain was a different kind of reality.

"Have Brother Jiu finished it?" After a long while, Qi Chensheng asked.

It was only then that Wang Luan pulled away from his thoughts, and realized that Qi Chensheng had already hugged him, staying for a long time before the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Well, let's go upstairs." Wang Luan nodded, he knew that although Qi Chensheng showed a repulsive attitude, he had been paying attention to his reaction just now.

This small building is still relatively new, perhaps because of the rainy weather in the past few days, the wooden stairs always make a "squeak" sound when walking up.

The noise was actually not loud, but it was very ear-piercing, and there were not a few stairs in total, so they followed them to the second floor after a while.

But before he could enter, Wang Luan smelled a bloody smell, which made his throat uncomfortable and he couldn't help coughing.

Seeing this, Qi Chensheng was about to step back and open the window, but Wang Luan waved his hands in a hoarse voice: "No need, Chen Sheng...put me down and go take a look."

Qi Chensheng frowned, met Wang Luan's eyes for a moment, finally let go of him and put him on the ground, then supported his back, and slowly walked into the room where Andres had an accident.

Zhang Fengliang and the others hadn't moved the objects here before. The dark red curtains were half open, allowing a few rays of sunlight to enter, shining on the blood and corpses on the ground.

Wang Luan frowned, deliberately avoiding the pile of human flesh and bones on the ground, looked around carefully, and soon found the wall with the violet wallpaper in the photo.

He subconsciously exchanged glances with Qi Chensheng, and was supported by the other party, avoiding the blood stains under his feet, and came to the wall.

But on the wall in front of him, not to mention Wang Mingsheng's blood mark, there is not even a splash of blood on it, it looks very...clean.

Wang Luan frowned slightly, cleanliness, in such a room full of blood and flesh foam, cleanliness became the biggest strangeness.Thinking of this, he raised his hand, and slowly he was about to touch the wall, but was held by Qi Chensheng.

"I come."

His gray eyes narrowed slightly, and Wang Luan had been held back into his arms. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable sense of awe, escaping from Qi Chensheng's body, and the tattoo on his collarbone seemed to be burning with fear.

He turned around and looked, but saw a slender gentleman's stick, which appeared in Qi Chensheng's right hand at some point.

The whole room went dark in an instant, as if all the light had been replaced by night, Wang Luan could no longer see clearly what was in front of him, where only Qi Chensheng's face was left close at hand, and the gray dog Boundless remnant eyes.

As he watched like this, Qi Chensheng slowly raised his right hand, holding the cane, and then knocked it to the ground.

"despair--"

The voice was small and clear, but in the remnant eyes suddenly, it was like the first light of dawn, four stars intertwined in the shape of a bow, appeared from behind Qi Chensheng, illuminating the wall in front of him.

It also illuminated the bloody "Wang" imprint on the wall.

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the pool of blood where Andres' bones were originally piled up.

Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng turned around to look, but saw the dirty blood churning continuously, gradually congealing into a dripping face.

"It's you—" Wang Luan almost lost his voice, looking at the bloody face with his eyes, a fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his throat.

How is it possible, how is it possible, Wang Mingsheng is obviously dead!

"You think...kill me, you can escape..." The scarlet lips parted and closed on the bloody face, and the hoarse voice seemed to cast an inescapable curse: "You can't escape...you can't escape... "

Qi Chensheng hugged and supported Wang Luan's crumbling body, those bloody words completely aroused the disgust in his gray eyes.

Without saying a word, he just tapped the ground again with his cane. The brightest star behind him turned into a huge goshawk in an instant, with vigorous wings without hesitation, and each feather was as sharp as a dagger. , with a sharp cold light, went straight to the bloody face.

The bloody face could be condensed into shape, how could it resist Qi Chensheng's attack, it burst open under the sharp eagle claws, and it scattered into blood splashes, but unexpectedly, the goshawk flickered again, waving The wings trapped it like a cage.

Surrounded by goshawks, the dark red blood struggled to change shape, and after a long while, it barely congealed into a human face, and the two blood-hole-like eyes were still looking at Wang Luan in Qi Chensheng's arms.

Wang Luan only felt that the canary-shaped tattoo on his collarbone seemed like a branding iron, trying to scald his flesh and burn into his bones.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the scenes of the past were stained with blood, trying to drag him into the fiery hell.

【"Wang Jiu, it's time to act."

"Why, are you reluctant to part with such a lover? Don't forget who you are."

"Do you know whose fingers these are? It doesn't matter. If one is cut off, there are still nine more. When they are all cut off, there will still be your mother's head."

"Want a mother or a lover, you choose yourself..."]

"Ninth brother!" Qi Chensheng sensed Wang Luan's pain, and held him tightly in his arms, bursts of tyranny suddenly arose in his heart.

Just as he was about to raise his cane again, Wang Luan suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his cane, and threw it at the bloody face with bloody eyes still open as if he had exhausted all his strength.

In an instant, there was a terrifying howl, and the blood surface was completely shattered into thick dirty blood, all of which fell back to the ground.

"Why... still don't let me go..."

Wang Luan murmured in despair, the action just now aroused the blood in his throat again, and he coughed out gulps, staining his and Qi Chensheng's collars red, almost fainting.

After a long while, he will regain consciousness and realize that he has fallen on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, and Qi Chensheng is holding him tightly in his arms, staring at him intently.

He also looked at Qi Chensheng, before his blurred vision could clearly see the expression of the person in front of him, he covered his eyes with his hands, which was very cold.

"Take a break."

In the darkness, Wang Luan didn't know whether he had closed his eyes or not, but he felt very tired all over, and there was residual pain in his chest and tattoos.

"Wang Mingsheng, is he really not dead?"

The voice from the throat that had just coughed up blood was also hoarse and broken, just like Wang Luan's state of mind at this moment.

"No," Qi Chensheng embraced Wang Luan's body, lowered his head and kissed his hair lightly: "He is already dead, the blood on his face just now is his transformed demon."

"Zhiyao?" Wang Luan was stunned for a moment, he felt that everything was fuzzy now, he didn't know what to think, but asked instinctively: "What is Zhiyao?"

Qi Chensheng seemed a little surprised: "Brother Jiu doesn't know what holding a demon is?"

Wang Luan hesitated, thinking that he really didn't know what a holding demon was, then nodded, and looked at him in the dark through Qi Chensheng's hand covering his eyes.

"If a person dies but is persistent, he will turn into a demon." After a long time, Qi Chensheng spoke again, and said calmly:

"Among them, those who know their fate and are relieved can enter the Moon City and enjoy the happiness of Yongning; but those who still refuse to let go of their previous resentment will return to this world and parasitize on strangers."

"We call those who are parasitized -- the dying."

"The causes of death are different, and the ability to describe the monsters is also different. They and the dying person seem to have formed some kind of extremely unequal dark pact."

"The holding demon can give the dying person the power to drive it, and in exchange... the dying person will avenge the holding demon."

"revenge?"

"Yes."

If revenge can be achieved, the holding demon will escape from the body of the dying person, and then dissipate completely, and the dying person can continue to live.

But if the revenge cannot be completed, the secret agreement between the holding demon and the dying person is not timeless, and the life of the dying person will be slowly consumed by the holding demon until the oil is exhausted and the lamp dries up.

After waiting for the dying person to die, the holding demon will also come out of his body, but it will not disappear, but will go to find the next person who can parasitize.

But even after the revenge is successful, the holding demon disappears, and the dying person will die prematurely due to excessive wastage.It can be said that from the day they were parasitized, they were already dying, so they got this name.

Having said this, Qi Chensheng stopped, but Wang Luan gradually became clear.

He stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the tattoo on his collarbone, with some clarity: "It's also a holding demon, isn't it?"

When Wang Mingsheng brought that treacherous thing to him back then, Wang Luan had guessed, but he didn't expect to get the answer until now.

Qi Chensheng let go of the hand covering Wang Luan's eyes, the bright light outside the window shone on Wang Luan's pale face, which was still fragile and beautiful.

"Yes," Qi Chensheng didn't choose to hide it, he just leaned over and kissed Wang Luan's forehead greedily, his gray eyes were full of cruelty and affection: "But Brother Jiu, don't worry, I won't let you go again."

"Whether it's life or death, I have a way to keep you by my side."

Wang Luan's eyes trembled slightly, and he slowly buried his face in Qi Chensheng's chest. After a while, he asked again: "Then what you used just now is also holding a demon?"

Qi Chensheng caressed his thin back, put on the coat that had slipped off just now, and nodded: "It's a demon, but it's different."

Wang Luan wanted to continue asking questions, but suddenly there was a small noise at the door.

Qi Chensheng subconsciously looked coldly, but it was Zhang Mao, the little patrolman from before, who was backing away in a panic.

"What's the matter?" Although no anger could be heard in Qi Chensheng's words, Zhang Mao was still a little out of breath.

"No, it's nothing..." Zhang Mao was really taken aback. Just after the second young master of the Qi family went upstairs, Zhang Fengliang asked all the patrolmen to only check on the first floor and not to go to the second floor.

But the more this happened, the more curious Zhang Mao became. Could it be that the big boss of the textile factory still knows how to investigate cases?Does he have any skills, or is he also a master who relies on his power to mess around?If this is the case, what should we do if we destroy the scene!

Thinking of this, Zhang Mao couldn't hold back any longer. Taking advantage of Zhang Fengliang's opportunity to interrogate the nurse and not having time to look at him, he sneaked back to the second floor by himself, wanting to see where the second young master of the Qi family was upstairs. What to do, I don't want to be caught right the moment I show my head.