Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

The male high school student went in first, followed by Uncle, Gu Yu, and Jiang Yize.

When Yan Qing was halfway down, he looked up at Su Yanci.

Su Yanci stood on the top and looked down at them coldly. Under the dark light, his handsome and gentle face looked a little strange.

He didn't seem to want to let them in.

Yan Qing called him involuntarily, "Brother." Only then did he move.

Standing behind Yan Qing, he gently touched Yan Qing's face, his slender fingers traced the full forehead to the upturned nose, and then the pink mouth.

Then, he pinched Yan Qing's chin and looked down, his gentle eyes filled with a sense of persecution, and he said softly, "Yan Qing, you are so beautiful."

Su Yanqing was stunned for no reason, his face blushed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Su Yanci smiled slightly, and he walked into the dark room below with his arms around Yan Qing's waist.

The bright lights shone on them, dispelling the chill of their presence above.

The male high school student couldn't help squatting down in front of a large piece of soil, and he couldn't help touching the sweet and delicate flowers.

Yan Qing couldn't help but look sideways.

Many gorgeous flowers are cultivated in the dark red soil, which exudes a strong floral fragrance.

Too gorgeous and too fragrant.

But Yan Qing felt that something was about to burst out from the soil, and the beautiful flower that bloomed was also very strange, as if it could eat people.

Yan Qing pursed her lips and looked up at the album on the wall.

The white-gray walls are covered with dense portraits, but the people in the portraits have no facial features.

I just vaguely feel from other lines and paints that the people in the portrait must be very beautiful.

The owner of the portrait must also be very serious.

Yan Qing walked in front of one of the paintings. There were gorgeous red roses beside the man's temple hair, which set off a small part of his exposed arm that was white and moving.The clothes were disheveled in a bathrobe, and the wide collar seemed to be deliberately opened to reveal a large piece of white skin.

Yan Qing's face was a little blushing, and he turned his gaze to the top.

There is a little black mole on the white and slender neck, and the thick ink seems to contain the painter's full of joy.

He was stunned.

Yan Qing couldn't help touching a small mole on her neck.

What a coincidence.

Su Yanci stood quietly behind him, his dark eyes were sticky looking at the well-behaved Yan Qing's back, as if full of strong love.

He looked lightly at the black mole in the portrait, which happened to hang on the delicate collarbone, and he couldn't help biting his teeth.

Sudden.

The male high school student accidentally fell into the fertile soil, and half of his body was sunk in it.I thought he would climb up soon, but he turned pale and waved his hands weakly.

He kept opening his mouth to yell, but no sound came out of his throat.

"Help! Help me!"

No one heard.

He tried his best to push upwards, his fingers protruded vigorously, and his face was covered with blue veins.

But no one saw it.

Something was biting him, devouring his flesh and blood.

"my leg!"

The violent pain was itching like an ant, and sucking his blood like a slippery leech.

Those soils are alive.

it will devour!

Soon, the dark soil was covered with blood, and the red blood spread upward bit by bit.

The uncle just looked down, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the male high school student in a panic.However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it up. Instead, he felt like he would be sucked up.

Gu Yu stood by and watched coldly.And Jiang Yize was obsessively admiring the beauty in the portrait.

Yan Qing reached out to grab his hand in a hurry, but before he could grab his hand, the male high school student loosened it by himself, and he closed his eyes and sank into it completely, and he was no longer seen.

It's just that it can be seen from the surface of the soil that it is "thumping" and bubbling.

The scarlet blood is completely spread in the fertile soil, the delicate flowers are more gorgeous, and the fragrance is more sweet and greasy.

boom.

boom.

boom.

The heart keeps vibrating.

The first person dies.

His blood entered Yan Qing's eyes like a wisp of red mist, and he seemed to see himself.

The red blood gradually dissipated on the soil, leaving only a dark surface.If you just look closely, you can still see bare bones in the soil.

Su Yanqing stepped back in a daze, her fingers kept trembling.

blood.

Blood!

The extraordinarily rich floral fragrance penetrated into Yan Qing's body, as if soaking into his bones bit by bit, as if there were beautiful flowers blooming on his body.

Su Yanqing stopped, his eyes drooped, he bit his lip, trying to control his weakness and timidity.

There must be a secret here.

He trotted to the side of the portraits and inquired about the secrets in the portraits one by one.

have what?

Who is it?

Who killed Master Ghost?

He flipped through the portraits in a panic. The person in the portrait seemed to be under surveillance, and everything about him was painted in it.

Suddenly, Yan Qing found a painting.

Outside a gloomy villa, a boy wearing a white shirt and flaxen trousers was forced to stand in front of a black figure. He lowered his head, and the roses beside his ears bloomed quietly, dazzling red.

Su Yanqing pursed her lips a little shyly.

He was also wearing a white shirt and linen trousers.

Yan Qing raised her eyes and looked around, but she didn't have any clues, as if this was just a private studio kept by ghosts and ghosts. It was originally hidden under it, but she didn't expect that one day this secret door would be opened, revealing its beloved treasure.

"Afraid?"

Su Yanci asked softly beside his sensitive ear.

Su Yanqing nodded and shook her head.

He doesn't know anything.

Su Yanyan gently put his arms around his waist, and gently lifted his hair on one side, feeling both happy and helpless.

Su Yan said, "Just don't be afraid."

His insignificant words dissipated in the rich fragrance of flowers, Yan Qing was only paying attention to the painting but didn't hear it.

Gu Yu suddenly found a cabinet.

He frowns open.

Suddenly, a pile of white shirts fell and scattered in Nuo Da's closet.There are also bits and pieces of jewelry piled up together.

It looks like it was put away by someone and put here on purpose.

The uncle couldn't help cursing with a pale face: "Fuck, he must be sick. Does this ghost have a collection habit?"

Gu Yu frowned, and he said in surprise, "It's not that ghost."

"The white shirt is a little too small for the ghost to wear. Besides, I didn't see any piercings on the earlobe of the ghost." As he spoke, he looked up at Su Yanqing who was wearing a white shirt, and suddenly smiled very softly, "Yan Qing, come and compare."

Su Yanqing was stunned, he bit his lip nervously, and then stepped forward.

Just right, exactly the same.

So much so that they were a little startled.

Then, Gu Yu handed the earrings to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's left ear just happened to be pierced, and this string of earrings happened to be worn on his left ear.

The white and bright man took it softly, and the golden ornaments hung on his plump and delicate ears, inexplicably wanting people to pile up those precious ornaments on him.

Seeing this scene, the Young Master Ghost stood up suddenly.He smiled and murmured: "Yan Qing is still the most suitable for gold."

He raised his right hand, and a golden bracelet of the same style was set on his forearm.But the bracelet seemed too small, as if he had forced his forearm into it.

At this moment, Su Yanci also narrowed his eyes to look at Yan Qing, and he unconsciously touched his forearm.Then chuckle.

Gu Yu said inexplicably with some meaning: "What a coincidence."

Su Yanqing was also taken aback by this coincidence.

There were so many coincidences today that he began to wonder if he had already turned into a ghost and was still wandering in this game.

Yan Qing took off the earrings in a panic, and threw the white shirt into the closet.

He didn't know why either.

The wardrobe that was opening its mouth was facing him directly, and the dark and deep frame seemed to swallow him.The densely packed portraits on the wall looked at him silently.

Yan Qing took a few steps back.

he does not know!

He really doesn't know!

Is he a ghost?