Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

Yan Qing took a few steps back. He was about to rush out of this gloomy, weird and ominous hut, but the door was closed.

He can't get out!

Yan Qing slammed on the blocked wall door desperately, tears welled up in his eyes, and his skinny and tender palms became red and swollen.

The orange-yellow hanging lamp didn't seem to bring any warmth, and filled Yan Qing's cold body with a cold breath.

Yan Qing turned around slowly, he leaned against the door in panic and sat on the ground collapsed.Trembling unceasingly, he hugged himself tightly, avoiding his eyes to look at the black and white photo in the middle.

why?

what happened?

Why did "Su Yanci" who had been in contact with him just now die suddenly?

A cool air penetrated his body like a bone marrow.

He was so scared.

The nerves that were forced to collapse due to excessive fright were already fragile and desperate.With just a little more panic, Yan Qing will immediately collapse, withering like a rose that has been ruined by someone.

Is it a hallucination?

Yan Qing curled up into a small ball and nestled in a small corner, his beautiful face was stiff, as if he had lost his expression due to extreme fright.

It was already dark outside the house, and there was no light in the fog.The light in the room gradually faded, and a gust of wind shook it.

It was very quiet, so quiet that only Yan Qing's soft breathing could be heard.

Su Yanqing didn't know how long she shrank on the ground, until now his hands and feet were cold and blue, and purple veins climbed onto his body.

He doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

Yan Qing supported the wall behind him and stood up tremblingly.

Leaning against the ice cellar-like wall, he moved his eyes up bit by bit until his eyes were aligned with the eyes in the posthumous photo.

It was as if "Su Yanci" was looking at him through the black and white photo, as if gloomy malice completely enveloped him.

Suddenly, the window that was locked and unable to open just now "squeaked, creaked", and the cold wind raging outside was poured into the already gloomy hut.

Yan Qing was taken aback, the courage she mustered just now was as flat and feeble as a deflated balloon.He quickly retreated into the small corner where he was just now.

However, this cold and strange wind seemed to be angry with Yan Qing, blowing straight at him, as if it wanted to blow him to the ground.

Yan Qing was so frightened that he was at a loss. He squatted on the ground hastily, glanced at the photo of the deceased who had been blown still by the strong wind, clenched his fists, and bravely walked to the window in small steps.

Just as he was about to climb out of the window, he saw two oddly long and strange figures not far away from him, looking at him.

The timid Yan Qing immediately closed the fragile wooden window firmly.Then he squatted down abruptly, hugging himself flinchingly.

The sound of "thump, bang, bang" may be due to the violent exercise just now or the violent fright. Yan Qing covered her face and cried helplessly in this quiet hut.

He wants to go back, he really wants to go back.Even if it means returning to the outside of the portrait.As long as he's not alone.

Yan Qing didn't even dare to cry loudly, he didn't dare to disturb the two strange shadows outside, he was afraid that he would be swallowed alive by ghosts again.

Yan Qing trembled all over, as if the pain was still on his body.

Yan Qing was terrified, he quickly wiped his tears on his sleeves, trying to control his fear.However, the tears just couldn't be controlled by him, they fell down fragilely, smearing bright red at the corners of Yan Qing's eyes.

Why is he so dishonest?

Yan Qing vigorously wiped away the tears that kept gushing out, his pale lips were bitten so that blood oozes out.

The bright moonlight shone on Yan Qing's body through the clouds, but suddenly, he felt a thick black shadow suddenly stop above him.

yes what?

Yan Qing froze his body, he raised his head stiffly, and saw with misty eyes--

Two ghost figures with bloodshot teeth were pressing against the window, and their scorched and ugly grimaces were staring at him with cruel smiles.

It's the ghost lady and the ghost husband.

"Come out, come out."

"Yan Qing."

"Yan Qing."

The hoarse and gloomy voice was full of sadness, and the high-pitched and thin voice kept calling his name.The long, slender, black tongue clung to the edge of the window, leaving behind a large pool of foul-smelling saliva.

Sitting on pins and needles, numb with despair.

The ghost is calling him.

Yan Qing stared blankly at the ghost that was only a few centimeters away from him, his fingers "slapped" to the ground, and his body fell backwards unbearably.

what is this?

Was there a tiger before the wolf?

Yan Qing suddenly became ruthless, and he rushed towards the black and white portrait, holding the tablet in front of "Su Yanci", and facing the two ugly ghosts.

"roll."

"roll!"

Yan Qing shook his hands hoarsely, his eyes were full of anger and despair.

The ghost retreated a little in fright, its thin and long neck was wrapped around its head several times, they salivated at Yan Qing, who was exuding the smell of meat, and disappeared into the darkness unwillingly.

However, one can vaguely hear the blood spurting and the screaming of the fierce horse.

Will this be my fate?

Yan Qing tremblingly looked at his delicate white hands, as if he could vaguely see mottled blood.

He put the spirit tablet back to its original position, but there was nothing written on it, just leaving a large blank space, as if waiting for someone to write it.

Yan Qing took a few steps back. He accidentally wiped off the pen and ink on the table, but the black lacquer ink that exuded agarwood landed on the brown-red spirit tablet.

As if a switch was turned on, the seemingly quiet and very safe cabin suddenly darkened.

Then, it tends to a dark but vaguely visible level.

"sorry Sorry."

Yan Qing bowed his head and crossed his hands in fear to apologize, he didn't dare to raise his head, dared not open his eyes, he was afraid that there would be a group of terrifying ghosts watching him.

Suddenly, there was a cold body sticking to Yan Qing's body.

"He" rested his chin on Yan Qing's shoulder, then put one hand around Yan Qing, held Yan Qing's hand with the other, and wrote the ridiculous and flustered five words "Su Yanqing's Husband" on the tablet.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, and the pen is sharp.

Yan Qing shook his body, followed "him" weakly, not daring to resist.

"He" sighed softly, lightly touched the corner of Yan Qing's eyes with his icy cold palm, and said softly, "Scared you again?"

Then, he slowly turned Yan Qing around, put his face close to his, and kissed Yan Qing's pitiful eyes.

"Yan Qing, don't be afraid of me. Didn't you agree to come here and give me a title?"

His long and narrow eyes were half downcast, and his gentle and handsome eyebrows seemed to tell that he was an "abandoned woman" who was buried in a deep house and mourned.

Name, score?

Yan Qing stared at him blankly, wondering what kind of bold person he was portrayed in the portrait?

To have a reputation with ghosts!

Before Yan Qing could speak, "Su Yanci" pushed him to the back of the desk, there was another bedroom.

He pushed open the door, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a lingering and gentle voice, "Yan Qing, look--"

"Su Yanci" stood next to the two skeletons on the bed. They were one big and one small, and their porcelain-white gloomy bones leaned on each other, clenched tightly, as if they were a pair of inseparable and intimate lovers.

Yan Qing stood at the door of the bedroom, staring at the slightly petite skeleton in disbelief, and backed away in a daze.

It's him?

It's him!

It's him!

"Yan Qing, I purposely found and put us together, do you like it?"

"Su Yanci" was like a green bamboo, but he was lying on the bed with a straight waist, he gently touched Yan Qing's frame and whispered softly.

he,

died?