sinovels Chapter 60 Where's Love?
Chapter 60 Where's Love?
Or there was no negotiation at all, because the damn guy on the other side was extremely cold from the beginning to the end.
Qian Tong'an smashed the wooden box in his hand to the ground, crushed it with one foot, tapped twice on the snare drum that looked like an ornament at his waist, and immediately black smoke came out of it, condensing into four corners beside him. A ghost boy with a purple complexion.
Qian Lang always maintained a cold expression, even though he seemed to be in a disadvantaged position in terms of numbers, he did not waver in the slightest. He took out a piece of talisman and pasted it on the palm of his left hand, and moved very sensitively to avoid the pounced ghost boy.
The turquoise fangs were exposed from the ghost boy's wide-open mouth. From the strange color, it can be seen that if he was bitten, the end would not be just a piece of meat missing.
There is also a ghost boy guarding Qian Tong'an. He stepped back a few steps and looked at this side leisurely: "Why do you have to be an ordinary person's dog? As I said before, he can like you for a while , can also dislike you when you are about to become a monster. What's the point of fighting with me here? Why don't you go find him quickly, kill him, make a doll and keep it by your side for the rest of your life..."
He spoke very slowly, with a hint of delusion in his voice, but was annoyed to see that Qianlang didn't respond at all, as if what he said was just nonsense that wasn't worth listening to.However, this was expected. If it was Qianlang, it would not be surprising that he could maintain this level of sanity under the circumstances of being severely backlashed.
The ghost boy's skin was extremely hard, and it was impossible to break it easily, so Qian Lang was not in a hurry to fight back, but kept avoiding the siege of the three ghost boys, which made Qian Tong'an, who was watching, even more convinced that his ability was not as good as before.
After a while, in the gap between the ghost boys' attacks, Qian Lang suddenly raised his left hand and pressed the forehead of one of the ghost boys. Taking advantage of this moment of lightning and flint, the blade held between his right fingers suddenly pierced through the talisman paper and stabbed into Guitong's brain.
Kicking away the screaming ghost boy without looking at it, Qian Lang immediately pulled out the second talisman paper, and dealt with the other two ghost boys in the same way in less than five seconds.
And at this time, he was only seven meters away from where Qiantong'an was standing.Qian Tong'an's methods are not limited to these, but he is destined to be useless.
It was too late when Qian Tong'an felt that the situation was different and wanted to back away. He kicked him to the crook of his knee with an extremely fast kick. When he fell to the ground, another leg landed heavily on his chest, stepping on his chest. He couldn't even breathe.
Keeping the posture of stepping on Qian Tong'an, Qian Lang dodged the attack of the last ghost boy, turned around and dealt with them together in the same crisp and neat way.
Qian Tong'an couldn't believe all of this, he stared at Qian Lang who was condescendingly looking down at him in disbelief, his voice was still very hoarse after being trampled on: "How could you still have such mobility..."
However, just looking at Shang Qianlang's eyes, he already felt a trace of fear.
How could it be the eyes that humans have, the kind of eyes that are so empty that nothing can be reflected...
Seemingly pleased with Qian Tong'an's frightened eyes, Qian Lang slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face looked extremely strange and gloomy in this environment, as if he had been wandering in this ancient mausoleum for thousands of years. Ghost.
Putting up an index finger in front of his mouth to signal the other party to be quiet, Qian Lang looked at the dusty gloves on his hands, turned his head as if thinking for a while, cut off the forearm of the ghost boy lying beside him, and pinched Qian Tong with one hand. Ann's chin, the other hand directly stuffed that arm in.
This time it was almost stabbed into the throat, and Qian Tong'an was forced to cry. He wanted to cough, but his throat was tightly blocked again, and he tried his best to push back, but it couldn't resist the strength of Qian Lang's hand. Not moving at all.
Confirming that Qian Tong'an was having trouble speaking, Qian Lang removed the hand that was pinching his chin, and directly pinched the opponent's two arms.Amidst Qian Tong'an's muffled groan in pain, he took off his gloves and stuffed them into the opponent's mouth.
"The owner doesn't know about ghosts and is always in a state of panic because he doesn't know what will happen afterwards."
After saying this softly, Qian Lang raised his hand and turned off the flashlight pinned to his waist, and then turned off Qian Tongan's flashlight, making the whole space in complete darkness.
Hearing Qian Tong'an's frightened wailing, Qian Lang put on a new pair of gloves, took out two blades from his waist, and whispered: "Master saw a lot of unsightly things, and sometimes he was so disgusted that he couldn't even eat. .”
The sharp and thin blade pierced his eyes accurately in the darkness, and the scream was blocked in his throat. Qian Tong'an struggled desperately, but the leg that was stepping on him seemed to have a lot of strength, and he couldn't escape at all.
"It's mesmerizing that the owner is always trying to laugh when he could die at any moment."
The blade stabbed slowly and obliquely into the lower part of the neck, skillfully avoiding the arteries and trachea, so that the person and death passed by almost without distance.
The smell of blood in the air gradually became stronger, and Qianlang could feel that warm blood was more or less splashed on his body. His body almost instinctively longed for fresh flesh and blood, but he felt extremely exhausted mentally. disgust.For the time being, I don't have to pay attention to suppressing that desire all the time. Although it makes me feel good, the blood of other people is really disgusting.
Until now, Qian Lang can still clearly recall the warmth when Wen Yuran's blood poured into his mouth, it was so delicious and intoxicating.
Well, there is semen too.
***
"We are here! Qianlang! Baby! Sweetheart!!"
Since the emperor also said that he would not do anything, Wen Yuran no longer worried about anything, and shouted loudly at the top of his voice, hoping that it would serve as a starting point for Qianlang to find him quickly.
"I'm going to go crazy if I keep wasting in this crappy place." Drinking water to moisten his throat, Wen Yuran casually complained to Qi Feichen, "I always felt that I could hear some strange noises, like someone screaming. Nothing at all."
"Really? But that shouldn't be some kind of hallucination." Saying so, Qi Feichen raised his eyes to look at the opposite tomb passage.
Following the sound of footsteps, a flashlight shone from the tomb passage, and the sound got closer and closer, and finally Qian Lang, covered in blood, walked out of the tomb passage.
"Damn." Standing up from the ground all of a sudden, Wen Yuran looked at Qianlang's miserable state, and didn't even dare to touch it, for fear of stabbing some wound that would bleed profusely, "What's the matter with you, even killing a pig It’s not like taking a shower.”
"Master QAQ." Qian Lang showed a pitiful expression, "That person's blood is all over his body, it's so disgusting, he wants to vomit."
"Isn't this your blood?" The stone hanging on his heart fell halfway, and he was still wondering how long it would take to get to the hospital from here, "That can't be helped, the luggage is in the car, and there is no change of clothes here, unless you want Run out naked."
But then again, the focus of their conversation now should not be the question of whether the blood is disgusting or not.
"Let's go back today, and talk as we go." What are these things called? I just watched a family ethics drama, and the scene of the murder followed, "Do you have any wounds on your body?"
After getting a negative answer, Wen Yuran took a few steps back very decisively, standing far away from Qian Lang, so as not to be rubbed with blood.
Qianlang: "..." What about love?
Wen Yuran: "Let's go." There really isn't one.
While walking back along the mark, Wen Yuran glanced at Qianlang again, felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at him, and then turned his gaze back: "Who did you meet? Qian Tong'an?" These two people really fell in love with each other, It is not easy to follow so far.
"Yes, he found it by himself, so I can only get rid of him, and it happens to be once and for all."
Although he doesn't support killing, Wen Yuran still wants to applaud this time, but it's a visual challenge to come back bloody.It wasn't until he got out of the mausoleum that he thought of a question: "Wait a minute, a ghost just told us that something was taken away by someone else, isn't it at his place?"
"Unfortunately, things have been destroyed." Said in such an understatement, Wen Yuran didn't think he was regretful at all.
After returning to the hotel, Qian Lang went to the bathroom for another hour to wash, while Qi Feichen still disappeared without a trace, and he didn't know what fun it was for a ghost to wander around.
A lot of things happened, but in fact they spent only one morning in the mausoleum. Even so, they decided to rest in the hotel for another night. After all, they drove back now, and it would be midnight when they got home.
***
Wen Yuran had another dream that night, he dreamed that he was dead.
"Go north, and if you're lucky, you'll have a good time."
"We can't get out."
"Then...you can be my master."
In the deep mountains at night, ghostly trees with human heads, teenagers in mourning clothes, children playing jokes...
This is just part of the dream.
Wen Yuran, who was young at that time, tore off the talisman paper on the jade pendant on the boy's waist, and then played with this quiet and well-behaved boy for a long time, taught him rock-paper-scissors, shared with him the chocolate in his pocket, and held his hand Smiling happily, it seems that he has forgotten that he is in an eerie place.
The boy's expression was always stiff, as if he didn't know everything he said, but he kept working hard to play with him.
It was agreed that he would take the boy with him after dawn, but he didn't wait for dawn.
Not long after, people from the so-called Qian family who lived on this mountain came.
The five men with gloomy faces and some of them held sharp weapons in their hands. Even though he was only a child at that time, he could still sense the killing intent of these people ignorantly, and instinctively felt scared.
He ran away with the boy, but he didn't run very far before he was caught by those adults.Seeing one of them roughly grab the teen's collar and tear it away, he lunged forward and bit the man's wrist so hard that he let go of his friend.
Then what?Then a sharp knife pierced his heart from behind.The sharp weapon penetrated too quickly, before he could feel the pain, he was pushed to the ground.
He wanted to get up and run away with his friends, but there was something warm coming out of his back, and he had no strength left.
For the first time, the boy showed such a vivid expression of fear. He knelt beside him and tried to block the bleeding wound with his hands, but it didn't work, except for the blood to permeate the pure white robe. .He began to feel chills all over his body, dizzy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
The adults around were indifferent, watching all this indifferently.
He didn't know that this meant the arrival of death, he just thought he was sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and take a good sleep.
In the dim sleepiness, he felt warm liquid dripping on his face and arms. In the darkness, he heard the low sobbing and sobbing of the young man. As if he couldn't bear it any more, the crying became louder. The pain became bigger and bigger, crying out of breath, and finally gradually returned to silence.
The dream is only now completely over.
small theater:
Qian Tong'an: In my day, this crew is poisonous!Where did this pervert come from? !
Wen Yuran: Yo, did your last scene wrap up?
Qian Tong'an: It hurts, brother!This is purely retaliation, what about the dubbing effect that was agreed to only pull the lights and black screen? !Playing villains has no human rights QAQ
Wen Yuran: You believe everything, are you stupid (⊙_⊙)
Qian Lang: He is stupid