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Chapter 62: (Restrain, restrain……...)

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Cage... Cage... Cage...

cage

cage!

Jiaobai's mind was filled with a series of ridiculous things that kept popping up, blurring his mind and making him completely dumbfounded.

The head of the Qi family brought a cage and I caught him.

Can I survive by being "possessed"

Jiaobai's whole body was stiff, his hands were still on the cage, his five fingers were numb. He unconsciously looked at the white cat, wanting to know what it was doing.

What catches the eye is a large area of red.

The white cat was vomiting blood, vomiting non-stop, as if to spit out the last bit of blood in its body. Death is also a shriveled skin, without a drop of blood.

It's over, it's over. I'm so angry that I'm vomiting blood. I'm dead.

As soon as Jiaobai took his hand away, he felt a cold and hard touch on the back of his neck. A hand clamped around his neck from behind, the tiger's mouth clamped on his convex and trembling neck bones, and dragged him backwards.

In the middle of the night in early summer, the mountain breeze was still a little cool, not biting, but refreshing. At this time, the wind was filled with the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged. Like the last prey in a slaughterhouse, the hunter was in a hurry to finish his work and rest, moving quickly and anxiously.

The boss of the cemetery was already kneeling in front of the tombstone, holding it with his hands, his messy short hair sweeping across it from time to time.

The subordinates are working for her.

The boss's head was against the tombstone, hitting it quickly again and again, making a "bang bang bang" sound, like a worship, but also like a madman.

Jiaobai was being dragged backwards. The cemetery was right in front of him, but he had no time to look at it.

Because the person behind him who was dragging him never made a sound, and there was a terrifying silence in his movements, which made him not dare to distract himself at all.

In order to reduce the pressure on his neck, Jiaobai tried to support himself with the grass with his hands so that his body could keep up with the pace of being dragged. However, the person dragging him was moving too fast, faster and faster. As soon as his hands touched the grass, he was dragged away.

The fingertips made a bright red cut, and warm liquid flowed out, brushing against the emerald green grass.

The bones at the back of my neck felt severe pain as I was being dragged, and my skin and flesh felt as if they were being torn apart in horrible pain.

Wherever they dragged, there was evil and blood.

Jiaobai had experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death, when Shen Ji stepped on his neck, when Qi Zizhi covered his mouth and nose, when he was stabbed in the stomach and lay on the deck, feeling the ship sinking, and when he was punished by the system.

But this was the first time that Jiaobai had experienced a death that was infinitely prolonged. He didn't dare to cry out in pain or struggle the whole time. The cemetery gradually became blurred in his eyes until it was completely blocked by the bushes.

He was dragged all the way into the castle, to the second floor underground, and thrown into a study with black walls and white furniture.

The door slammed shut.

The wild rice stem was dragged to the dark wall.

The hand around the back of his neck was like a wrench, clamping him up, then pressing hard and slamming him against the wall.

Jiaobai's eyelids were spasming and he couldn't close them. He stared with his eyes wide open, and the wall in his pupils expanded rapidly. But just before it brutally hit his eyeballs, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind.

The wild rice hit the back of his hand, making a dull, aching sound. His forehead bone was not broken, but the skin was burned red.

The back of the hand that was between him and the wall was cold, hard and blue, and the veins were throbbing.

Behind me, there was a clattering sound of teeth clenched too tightly. That was a signal that the strength of my forbearance was at risk.

The trapped beast struggled in the cage, arching its back, its breath hot, its body filled with blood, and it roared ferociously.

I can't bear it anymore.

"Restrain..."

Jiaobai could hear the sound of secretions from the mouth swallowing cigarettes quickly, along with the old man's unclear pronunciation and breathing. The back of the hand in front of him was red from being hit by him, and the blood vessels were bulging, as if they were going to break through the skin, pierce into his eyes, squeeze into his mouth, and wrap around his neck. He took a hard breath, thanking the Qi family for their gentlemanly demeanor.

The next second, there was a pain in the back of my neck.

The sharp white teeth were embedded in the thin and tender flesh, and blood oozed out instantly.

The blood quickly gathered into a small pool of blood.

"Gulu"

Swallowed.

"Ah--" Jiaobai, who had just come out of his daze, screamed in pain, "Fuck, it hurts!"

The pain in the back of my neck was getting worse.

Jiaobai was pinned against the wall, unable to move. His head was against the back of the man's hand, and he was shaking in pain. "Third brother, I am Jiaobai, wake up, wake up..."

The white cat kept roaring and screaming, and the sound was like the teeth of a saw sawing wood, so harsh that it made people's scalps numb.

“Stop shouting…” Jiaobai shouted unconsciously.

More blood was sucked out.

The swallowing sound became louder, like a wild animal eating, which was creepy.

Jiaobai was about to die. He struggled hard and leaned back a little, biting the back of Qi Yiliao's hand that was still lying on the wall, and groaned indistinctly, "I'm about to take the college entrance examination, I can't get hurt at this time, please, please, wait until I finish the college entrance examination before biting me."

The gnawing stopped.

"Restraint," Qi Yiliao's bloodshot eyes drooped slightly, he hunched his thick shoulders which rose and fell greatly due to excitement, buried his face full of gloomy expression in the hot and clean collar of the young man, and his trembling eyelashes scraped the skin of the other's neck soaked with cold sweat with each blink.

"Restraint, restraint..."

"restraint…

In the huge black and white room, besides the heavy and disordered breathing sounds, there were only whispers over and over again.

Jiaobai's mind was completely blank, the passage of time was blurry and slow, and when the back of his neck was freed, he reflexively shrank his neck and opened his mouth slightly, only then he realized that he was still biting the back of Qi Yilao's hand.

"… "

The wild rice stem quickly loosens.

The back of his hand that was stained with his hot and humid breath finally withdrew, leaving a faint watermark on the wall. It was a mark left by sweat.

Jiaobai covered the back of his neck where he was bitten and waited for a few moments. There was no movement behind him and the panting sound seemed to have stopped. He turned his head back.

I saw a handsome face with a pale face, a tall stature, deep and clear features, bloody lips, and a gloomy and dangerous aura around him, just like a vampire of noble and pure blood.

"… Third brother?" Jiaobai swallowed his saliva.

Qi Yilao lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on nowhere. After a while, an unintelligible low moan came out of his throat.

Before Jiaobai could figure out what Qi Yilao was thinking, he saw him stride to the desk, open several drawers and search through them like a whirlwind.

"Where's the knife?" Qi Yiliao tilted his head, first as if talking to the void, then turned his face to face Jiaobai, his eyes still half-closed, his voice turbid and hoarse, "Kid, help uncle find the knife, okay?"

Jiaobai's steps suddenly stopped and he stepped back. "You old pervert, you want me to help you find a knife to cut my neck? You really dare to think so!"

wrong.

There's no need to use a knife to kill him, just strangle him to death.

so,

Qi Yilao was looking for a knife to carve some words.

The tense nerve endings of Jiaobai relaxed, and he raised his head. "Okay, I'll help you find it."

Qi Yiliao kept his eyes down. Jiao Bai could sense that he was staring at her with that sinister, wet and sticky look.

The knife was found on the shelf. It was the size of a palm, and the scabbard was unexpectedly tattered and old, as if it had been used for many, many years and passed through the hands of several generations.

Qi Yiliao pulled out the knife and held it in his hand. The messy blade was exposed under the pale light.

The sound of the wooden desk being cut open seeped out from under the knife.

One horizontal, one vertical...

restraint.

Every time Qi Yilao carved a word, Jiaobai would recite it silently.

Jiaobai watched helplessly as Qi Yiliao carved the last small space on the desk, with the knife still raised in the air.

This is a bit panicking.

You're not going to come after me, are you

"Tonight..." The man with the knife sat down on the chair.

Jiaobai quickly took the opportunity to explain, "Third brother, I was possessed by an evil spirit, I don't know..."

He paused and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. No, he couldn't say that he knew nothing.

He was facing an old pervert and could not be dealt with using normal methods.

"I was sleeping in the room, but somehow I ended up in the backyard. When I woke up," Jiaobai looked at the white cat. It was no longer roaring or vomiting blood, but was still trembling nervously.

"Over at the cemetery..." Jiaobai stopped there, his expression awkward but with just the right amount of confusion, "I didn't expect Dean Qi to be there."

The person at the desk was scratching with a knife, and the carved words were scratched and torn.

Jiao Bai got goose bumps when he heard the sound. The back of his neck felt a little itchy, and blood flowed down the wound and flowed into his collar. He was about to reach out to wipe the blood when hoarse laughter sounded in the study.

"It must have frightened you."

Jiaobai failed to manage his facial expression for the moment, and the words "What do you think" were written on his face, filled with non-aggressive resentment.

Qi Yiliao's smile deepened, and he waved, "Come to uncle."

Jiaobai watched the white cat walk towards its master.

Qi Yiliao neither looked at the bite wound on the back of Jiaobai's neck nor showed any concern for the red marks on his neck from being tightened or the scratches on his hands from being dragged. Instead, he held up his right hand.

She bent her index finger slightly and touched his palm, slowly tracing a few red marks of varying depths.

Jiaobai's eyelids rolled up, which were caused by the cage. It can be seen how tightly he held on in the chaos, tighter than he thought.

It is a grave sin.

Jiaobai was well-informed, and the shock was long gone, replaced by mixed emotions.

I’m embarrassed to say that this is one of his cute points.

"Dean Qi has been working on a research project for many years without any results. He is under too much pressure and his mind is not clear," Qi Yiliao stroked the young man's soft and wet palm.

Jiaobai said tactfully, "Don't worry, Third Brother, I won't tell anyone." Then he added, "I won't tell anyone even if I die."

"So good." Qi Yiliao put the knife into his hand.

Without trying to guess Qi Yilao's intention, Jiaobai put the knife back into the scabbard and put it back on the shelf. After doing this, he returned to Qi Yilao.

Afraid that it would be too late, Qi Yiliao asked him to carve the word "restraint" a hundred or a thousand times, and if he didn't carve it well, he would be reprimanded.

"We've talked about the cemetery. Now let's talk about the second thing," Qi Yiliao slowly raised his eyelids.

Jiaobai held his breath, and in an instant, the Qi Yilao and the white cat in his eyes overlapped and combined into a monster.

Their eyes were equally red, as if they were bleeding.

The rot on the white cat is visible, but the rot on Qi Yiliao is invisible.

——Everyone is waiting to die and also waiting to live.