Today I scare non-humans again [Unlimited]

The sound of sticky water became clearer, Jiang Heng raised his head, and his unfocused eyes barely fell on Yan Junhao's face.

"Did you hear that?" Jiang Heng didn't quite adapt to the pitch-dark environment, and blinked vigorously, his eyelashes fluttering, burning his eyes like sparks.

Yan Junhao's breathing stagnated for a moment, he couldn't restrain himself from lowering his head, and kissed gently on the top of Jiang Heng's hair, and he left as soon as he touched it.

If Jiang Heng felt it, he called out hesitantly: "Jun Hao?"

In the dark, he unconsciously lengthened the ending sound, the soft ending sound was like a small hook, hooking Yan Junhao's heart itchy.

"Well, I heard it." Yan Junhao raised his throat lightly, relying on the darkness around him, the enthusiasm in his eyes was revealed without any concealment.

The water ghost came in the dark, and there were transparent water marks on the path it passed, and it finally crawled to the side of the target.

Jiang Heng was keenly aware of the movement, and tilted his head slightly, trying to see what was crawling towards them.

The water ghost was lying on the ground, slowly raised his head with a smirk, and suddenly froze.

Yan Junhao put his arms around the man, piercing his eyes with incomparable sharpness, he shivered at the water ghost.

The sound of ticking water suddenly stopped.

Jiang Heng's ear tips moved slightly, and asked softly, "Why is there no sound?"

Yan Junhao said as if nothing had happened, "I don't know, just wait a little longer." His hands tightened weakly, as if he wanted to embed someone in his arms.

The frozen water ghost received the cue and began to move slowly towards the bathroom door, trying to leave quietly.

Jiang Heng heard that wet rattling sound again, as if the head of a mop soaked in water was constantly thrown on the ground.

He recognized the position by the sound, turned around and looked at the water ghost that was moving forward.But because there is no light source, he can only vaguely perceive an outline.

Yan Junhao let go of Xu Xu's arm, stood behind Jiang Heng, and casually glanced at the water ghost.

The water ghost stopped crawling in a dilemma, and crawled on the ground, motionless, bowed into a ball.

"Over there, is there something?" Jiang Heng stretched out his hand and pointed at the water ghost. He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out what it was.

With a calm demeanor, Yan Junhao replied casually: "Is there anything? I can't see." He stared at Jiang Heng's slender fingers, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiang Heng wrinkled his delicate nose, always feeling that something was wrong, and wanted to say something.

But Yan Junhao immediately said: "I'm a little night blind, I can't see the way clearly, can I hold your hand?" There was a little nervousness in his words, as if he was a little scared.

Jiang Heng raised his face, his eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, he vaguely outlined Yan Junhao's sharp and stern face, and smiled softly at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay." He held out his hand to Yan Junhao.

Yan Junhao held Jiang Heng's hand, almost covering the whole of that white hand in his palm, only a small section of tender fingertips were exposed, which were as white and round as if they had just passed water.

Jiang Heng moved his hand in Yan Junhao's palm, found a comfortable position, and held it backwards.

Yan Junhao froze suddenly, looked down at the hands they held together, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a taste of sweetness.

"I'm going to start walking." Jiang Heng reminded seriously, for fear that Yan Junhao would fall if he was not ready.

Yan Junhao responded in a low voice, looking at Jiang Heng's back with tender eyes.

At the same time, the water ghost followed suit, covering itself with the sound of their footsteps, and finally slowly approached the door.

At the moment when the water ghost was about to escape from the door, Jiang Heng turned on the light in the bathroom.

The dark bathhouse suddenly regained its brightness, and the lights re-illuminated the entire bathhouse at a glance.

Jiang Heng didn't expect that the light could be turned on either. The sudden light dazzled his eyes, and the physiological teardrops hung at the end of his eyes, shimmering in the soft light, which was extremely alluring.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, adapting to the bright environment, then moved his gaze down, just in time to meet the gaze of the water ghost who turned back blankly.

The water ghost's hair was wet and knotted, and it looked like a messy group of kelp. Its body was covered with a layer of strange transparent mucus. Its limbs shriveled and curled up by its side, and it crawled strangely on the clean floor of the bathhouse.

There was a strong smell of bleach in the air, mixed with some weird fishy smell, like the smell of fish rotting in the sea.

Jiang Heng frowned, and asked tentatively, "Did you not wipe your face after washing?"

The water ghost didn't answer, and looked at Yan Junhao behind Jiang Heng in horror with his eyes hidden behind his long hair.

Yan Junhao noticed the gaze of the water ghost, a sneer appeared on his face, and the blood light flashed in his dark eyes.He looked down at the water ghost lying on the ground condescendingly, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and warning.

The water ghost froze in place trembling.

Jiang Heng looked around, grabbed the mop beside him, held it up, and slapped the water ghost in the face.

While mopping the ground on the water ghost's face, he muttered: "You have to dry your face after washing, otherwise the water will drip everywhere. You see, the ground is full of water now, and others may slip and fall when they come in."

The water ghost was smothered with dirty water all over his head and face by the mop head, but he didn't dare to resist at all.

Jiang Heng lifted the mop for a long time, and his arms were a little sore.He looked at the water ghost's hair that didn't drip much, and felt that it was almost done, so he put down the mop.

Jiang Heng squatted down, and asked the water ghost in a calm tone, "How long have you been here?"

The water ghost endured the dirty water on his head and face, and replied vaguely: "Seven... years."

"Then do you know He Weidong?" Jiang Heng asked after thinking about it.

When the water ghost heard this name, he seemed to be greatly stimulated, trembling in fear, and the mucus on his body melted and fell down greasy.

"I don't know—!" The water ghost replied sharply, and the shrill voice hurt people's eardrums.

After the water ghost yelled, he quickly fled the bathhouse, leaving Jiang Heng and Yan Junhao behind.

Jiang Heng wanted to catch up and persuade him to stay, but after taking a step, he realized that his hand was still holding Yan Junhao.

He took back his steps slowly, gave up the idea of ​​catching up, and turned around to talk to Yan Junhao.

"Your..."

Suddenly there was a violent explosion sound from the side, and a water pipe near Jiang Heng in the bathhouse suddenly exploded, and water sprayed out from the rupture, pouring water all over Jiang Heng's body.

Jiang Heng's hair was soaked in water, and covered his forehead in a messy and limp manner. The dripping water droplets fell on his eyelashes, and jumped to his nose while the eyelashes trembled.

The home clothes on his body were also soaked in water, and they were thinly attached to the skin, outlining the beautiful curved lines of his skin.

Yan Junhao was dazzled by the tender beauty in front of him for a moment, a heat burned from the ears to his neck, and then slid down to his back, making his breathing hot.

He decided not to take the water ghost out and beat him later.