Pretty cannon fodder draws cards in infinite stream

As if time and space had stopped, the eerie feeling of absurd and emptiness lingered on Su Yanqing's body.

Su Yanqing moved forward a bit, and those white shoes were stained with dark red blood.

It was heavy and sticky, as if it was foretelling that Yan Qing would always be shackled by a malicious curse, and would never be able to escape.

It was the head, the head of the old man.

Su Yanqing's fingers trembled, and her thin white fingertips looked even more fragile with a touch of pink color.

Yan Qing could think of it - the body of the frail old man without a head was stiffly sitting on the seat above, and his dark and cloudy green eyes seemed to be still looking straight at him, as if he was a sinner judged by the old man.

A little dizzy, a little stuffy.The chest seemed to be blocked.

Su Yanqing's face turned pale again, he held on to the corner of the chair tightly, he was afraid that he would faint in the next second.

"Another person died."

A cold voice came from the side, and a man raised his long hair and propped his head up in boredom, looking lazily in Yan Qing's direction.

"Not bad. Don't you think so, Zhang Ji?"

As if thinking of something interesting, he suddenly clapped his hands, curled his thin lips, and glanced at Zhang Ji with a pair of cold and gloomy eyes.

He was the only one talking in this Nuoda hut, and he felt terribly boring just looking at it casually.

This mansion of filth and blood and filth and this dead village is long overdue.

After all, there are endless ignorant corpses hidden under this inch of land, maybe it will be my turn next.

"I'll go first." Looking at the dishonest man, the extremely good-looking man lazily straightened up and bent over, softly whispering in Su Yanqing's small ear, "Little aunt."

Then, he raised his eyebrows and flattened the old man's dead head completely, and squeezed out a puddle of black blood mixed with unknown objects, all spewing onto the ground.

He also dyed the hem of the pure white green dress Su Yanqing was wearing red.

Su Yanqing's body froze, he didn't even dare to breathe softly, no one knew how the old man died.

ghost?

Was it his so-called dead husband?

The misty mansion is like a flower that diffuses fragrance deliberately, it lures countless human beings to die for it.

Ah Yan, that man, Zhang Ji, and his husband...what exactly are they playing here? Or, did they kill someone?

The red lips had already become pale and feeble, and after being licked dryly by Su Yanqing, they became wet and pale.

Ah Yan glanced indifferently at the man who was speechless, and said to the servant standing quietly in the distance: "Come and clean up."

The servants were quiet as if they were used to it, and the blood stains were quickly washed away, as if the old man had never appeared before.

Suddenly, Su Yanqing felt someone tugged him gently, and stuffed a note into his palm.

Yan Qing's eyes widened suddenly, his heart was beating in panic.It's his first time doing something like this.

But what use is this note to him?

He cannot see, he is blind.

Su Yanqing lowered her head sadly.

"Yan Qing?"

Zhang Ji was calling him.

Su Yanqing's heart beat faster, he almost thought they saw his guilty conscience.

"Yan Qing, let me take you for a stroll."

Zhang Ji smiled brightly, even though he was not the groom who exposed the wedding ceremony, even though he was still trying to do something wrong to Yan Qing in the name of his little uncle last night, but today he faced Yan Qing. At that time, he seemed to have done nothing, without any guilt or embarrassment.

Su Yanqing's throat was too dry and tight, so tight that he couldn't help swallowing.The liquid in his warm throat was swallowed by him with difficulty and panic, Su Yanqing shook his head at him.

There was still a smile on the corner of Zhang Ji's mouth, and he looked at him with wet black and white eyes, "Someone died last night, it seems that he died on the opposite side of that happy house."

He watched Yan Qing startled by his words, his trembling body was like a pitiful nameless white flower soaked in the rain.

"Yan Qing, this is not safe anywhere, just follow me."

He bent down and leaned in front of Su Yanqing, his voice, which was not good at acting like a baby, made Yan Qing shiver.

Su Yanqing rubbed his fingers unconsciously, he thought about the task - escape from the village.

get away?

Su Yanqing suddenly raised his head, he was wondering if he could go out after breaking the illusion.

So, Yan Qing bit her lip and nodded in a muffled voice.

Zhang Ji cocked his mouth in satisfaction, and secretly glanced at his good brother--A Yan.

Ah Yan said, "Zhang Ji, call me Auntie."

Zhang Ji's face contorted for a moment, he pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"Zhang Ji." Ah Yan said.

"Auntie." Zhang Ji said while clasping his hands.

But the next moment, the servant behind him quietly walked up to Ah Yan and whispered a few words to him.

So, Ah Yan turned to Su Yanqing and said, "Yan Qing, Zhang Jixian will take you to play. I have some things to deal with."

Then, he lightly adjusted Yan Qing's flawless white neckline, and patted the back of his hand lightly.

But it was obvious that the silent reassurance could not make up for the panic in Yan Qing's heart.

Ah Yan left.

The dull wind floated in front of Su Yanqing with nothing to do, and the loose hair fluffed up.

There was still some blood on the hem of the long skirt, but everyone seemed to have ignored it, and seemed to be used to it.

After Ah Yan left, Zhang Ji put the same generous palm like his brother on the back of Su Yanqing's hand again.

He was silent for a few seconds, looked at the blooming roses on both sides of the road and suddenly laughed.

"Someone died again." Zhang Ji firmly held Su Yanqing's hand, he smiled brightly, but his eyes were indifferent, maybe there was a little pitiful sadness in his eyes.

"Yan—" he spoke out of habit, but he had to submit to his elder brother's majesty, "Auntie." Zhang Ji said helplessly.

"Will you bless me when I die?"

His eyes were bright and serious, and the delicate roses floated gently behind him.

Su Yanqing nodded quickly, his intuition was always accurate.

Although, he didn't know why Zhang Ji asked this question.

Zhang Ji turned his head to look at the flowers that he had been tired of looking at for a long time, and the faintly revealed corners of his mouth showed his good mood.

"Come on, take a look in my garden. My mother is there too."

Zhang Ji smiled very gently, and he strode forward with great urgency, as if eager to introduce his sweetheart to his mother.

Su Yanqing trotted behind him, and he gasped for breath.

Finally, Zhang Ji finally stopped.

The courtyard was small, narrow and dark.

There is a new tombstone at the door, and there are some beautiful clothes on the red clay that has been dug out.

"Mom, I'm back."

Zhang Ji pulled Yan Qing in, and he shouted into the void.

Then she turned her head and said seriously to Yan Qing: "She's getting old and hard of hearing. You can try her handicraft later, it's delicious."

The dark wind was blowing on this quiet land, but Zhang Ji's words seemed particularly strange.

Because all the wives of the Zhang family have passed away.When they left, they were still wearing the red wedding gowns they had when they got married, and their red lips were slightly raised, but they were all suicides.

But Su Yanqing didn't know, he tugged at the hem of his skirt and nodded with a smile, looking forward to it.