The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

A piece of golden broken feathers fell sadly where no one noticed.

There was no sound, and there was only a long silence between the four of them.

Death came too suddenly, or too frequently, so that they didn't know how to face it again.

After a long time, Qi Chensheng's cane fell to the floor dully. He looked down at Qi Shangwen's body, then turned around and tore off the curtain in the room, and covered him, trying to cover up the blood that was so cold .

He also didn't speak, and tried not to make too much noise. He didn't say until these things were done, "Everyone is tired, let's take a rest."

No one raised any objections, even Qi Muyao, who was still immersed in sadness and anger just now, didn't say anything, but silently followed behind Qi Chensheng, watched him embrace Wang Luan, and walked back into the room , behind the overturned screen, I found a chair and sat down.

At this time, the fear has been numb instead, and it is more exhausted, and it begins to surge in every corner of the body.

Qi Muyao even thought that it would be great if he could fall asleep with his head, maybe when he wakes up, he will find that all this is just a nightmare.

Unfortunately, he didn't get any sleep.

Wang Luan also felt that there seemed to be something heavy on his heart, which came from the seemingly inescapable darkness in this building and from the silence at this moment.

So he coughed a few times and grabbed Qi Chensheng's sleeve. Qi Chensheng immediately turned his eyes sideways, stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, and then tentatively touched his forehead.

"Ninth brother, you have a fever."

The low words, accompanied by the transmission of body temperature, Wang Luan only felt that his chest and lungs were scorching hot, but on the contrary, he could feel a slight coolness from Qi Chensheng's body, so he buried his forehead heavily on his neck.

On the other hand, Qi Wangxiang's condition is not very good either. Unlike Wang Luan's serious illness, he has a deficiency disease brought out from his mother's womb. It is good to be able to go out for a walk.

What he experienced tonight, his body is almost at the end of its strength, and it seems that he can't even sit in a chair.

Among the four, it is Qi Muyao who has more contacts with him, and he just lost his younger sister, and now he is somewhat concerned about this younger brother who is not the same father and mother.

"What's wrong with you...can you still hold on?"

Qi Wangxiang tried his best to smile, under the light of the portable lamp, his face was almost gray, as if he would fall down in the next moment.

"I'm fine... Brother Wu, don't worry."

Qi Muyao's eyes turned red again, and he could see that if he couldn't escape from here, even if there was no ghost baby attack, this younger brother would not last long.

"I've been like this since I was a child. It's really nothing. Just rest for a while...it'll be fine." Qi Wangxiang tried to squeeze out a smile on his haggard face, as if he was trying his best to comfort his elder brother.

Qi Muyao couldn't help it, wiped his eyes, turned his head away, and for some reason, many memories flooded up like this: "Yes, you have been like this since you were a child, and you often get sick."

"Among the brothers, we are obviously the two closest... When I was young, I was ignorant and always wanted to bring Rurong Rumo to play with you."

"It wasn't until the time when you were five or six years old that you were so sick that I went to see you many times. I couldn't even see you for more than half a month. I only heard the third aunt crying secretly, so I knew... your body It's different from us."

"These years, everyone got better with great difficulty, and the second brother came back, but I didn't expect—"

Speaking of this, Qi Muyao couldn't help wiping away tears.

Wang Luan was already a little dizzy from the fever at this moment, and he still couldn't bear to see Qi Muyao's appearance.

The dead cannot be chased, and the living are also extremely cruel.

"Mu Yao... How old is this year?" He held back his cough and asked softly in Qi Chensheng's ear.

"After my birthday, I'll be seventeen." Qi Chensheng naturally understood what Wang Luan was thinking, and he also sighed a lot about this younger brother.

In the future, even if they can get out of this building, for this 17-year-old boy, everything will be impossible to go back.

The four of them rested for a while in Wu's room again, but the ghost baby's voice never appeared again.But when they were about to get up again, they decided to go downstairs at the same time.

"After all, I promised him." Passing by the covered bloodstain, Qi Chensheng lowered his eyes again, and looked at Qi Shangwen's body through the curtain: "Let's go find Ruqian."

After all, Wang Luan was concerned about Qi Chensheng's back injury, so he didn't let him continue to hug him, but only half leaned on his body to borrow strength.Qi Chensheng was still reluctant at the beginning, but he still didn't bother Wang Luan's insistence, so he had no choice but to agree, and carefully escorted him forward.

Dull footsteps sounded on the wooden stairs, and they walked downstairs as if descending into an abyss step by step.

But before they reached the first floor where Ruqian and Cousin Qiu disappeared, they heard the crying of the ghost baby again, mixed with Ruqian's crying.

The four of them had a bad idea in their hearts, their steps were even more hasty, and Qi Muyao was at the forefront. As an elder brother, he had already lost his younger sister Ru Rong.Qi Shangwen's entrustment, invisibly, became a trace of redemption in his heart, leading him to rush down.

The accident happened almost instantly, and Qi Muyao felt that his feet were empty, and the rotten staircase collapsed again without warning.

He didn't even have time to make a sound to remind the people behind him that he just fell like that.

It happened so suddenly, and Wang Xiang, who was closest to Qi Muyao, disappeared in the blink of an eye. Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng quickly realized that something was wrong, and they retreated subconsciously, but unexpectedly it was too late, just In the moment of confusion, Wang Luan didn't know what happened to him, he slipped out of Qi Chensheng's arms, and fell down the stairs——

"Ninth Brother—"

Wang Luan seemed to have heard Qi Chensheng's exclamation, but he still couldn't respond.The difference from the last time was that this time he fell firmly to the ground, his knees and arms seemed to be shattered, causing him to curl up on the ground in pain, and he didn't know how long it took before he regained consciousness.

The lantern in his hand had fallen somewhere, and what he saw was complete darkness.Wang Luan tentatively sat up from the ground. His arm was better. Although it still hurt, he could still bend and stretch.

But the pain in his leg was so painful that he couldn't even move. Presumably, he really hurt his muscles and bones.

"Shen Sheng..." He called out in a low voice, but there was no reply from Qi Chensheng from all around. Presumably even if Qi Chensheng jumped down together, he might not have landed in the same place.

Wang Luan thought a lot in his heart, and began to endure the pain, and began to grope around. He had to find a way to protect himself before Qi Chensheng came over.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and finally he could barely see something clearly. Wang Luan dragged his injured leg and managed to touch the broken wooden railing. After trying again and again, he held on to it reluctantly, and finally stood up.

But at this moment, there were bursts of crying in the darkness, and Wang Luan was suddenly alert, but after he distinguished it carefully, he found that the sound was not like a ghost baby, but like a girl.

Is it... Ruqian?

Wang Luan secretly guessed, and sure enough, he heard Qi Muyao's voice not far ahead, and the flickering lights: "Ruqian, is that you?"

"Mu Yao?" The crying female voice paused, and finally shouted in surprise and joy: "It's me, it's me... my cousin passed out, I don't know where I am... I'm so scared... "

After confirming that it was Ruqian, Qi Muyao didn't relax at all. He was afraid that Ruqian, who was alone, would become the next target of the baby ghost, and immediately shouted loudly: "Stay there and don't move, I'll be there right away!"

Wang Luan, who heard the conversation between the two, thought about it silently, and finally decided to try to meet them first.Presumably, Qi Muyao's portable lamp was also broken and barely able to light up, but that light was enough to guide Wang Luan in his direction at the moment.

Wang Luan tried his best to walk a few steps while supporting the wood, but the pain in his leg forced him to stop. Fortunately, Qi Muyao also seemed to have suffered some injuries, and he walked extremely slowly.As Wang Luan kept walking, he was getting closer and closer to him.

Even with the help of that indeterminate light, Qi Muyao could already be seen.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, even though the pain in his legs was getting worse, his chest and lungs, which were already constricted by the low-grade fever, began to burn uncomfortably, and a sweet fishy smell appeared in his throat.

But Wang Luan is still walking forward, not because of the fear of the dark, but because of this unspeakable "must".

Finally, Ruqian's voice became clearer, and Qi Muyao's back was close in front of her eyes.

"Mu Yao!" Ru Qian ran out from the closet where she was hiding. In terms of age, she was actually slightly older than Qi Muyao, but at this moment she only felt that this brother was her life-saving straw.

Seeing that Ruqian was safe and sound, Qi Muyao finally heaved a long sigh of relief. Even though he was about to be unable to support his figure due to the fall and fatigue, he still opened his arms wide open in the face of Ruqian who was rushing to hug her. arm--

The expected hug seemed to come so slowly, Qi Muyao looked at Ruqian's face that was close at hand, with joy and panic that had not yet dissipated.

But at the moment when they were finally able to embrace each other, he clearly heard a snicker of a ghost baby——

Blood gushed out again, staining Ruqian's eyes that didn't know what had happened, and splashing onto Wang Luan's dusty clothes.

Qi Muyao fell down.