"no, do not want… !"
A young man in an off-white turtleneck came towards him with a teacup. The collar of the sweater was fluffy, against his pale face. Sensing his retreat, the young man tilted his head and raised one corner of his mouth.
His eyes were dark and he seemed to be in a good mood.
"Don't be so polite." The god of death in the white sweater knelt down. He looked weak, but his shots were like lightning. He grabbed the bangs on his forehead and dragged him back fiercely.
"Here, your black tea... and milk, I have processed them a little bit and mixed them without damaging their flavor. I am reluctant to drink such an expensive black tea, so I will drink it all for you …you're going to like them, aren't you?"
The young man smiled lowly, in stark contrast to his elegant appearance, was his close movement.
The hard porcelain cup was smacked against the artist's lips, and the teeth inside were grinding with a layer of skin. Hearing the voice, the young man laughed happily: "Come on, drink it up, don't you like it? This black tea is very expensive..."
"No... no!!"
"Don't rush to struggle, my friend, you haven't finished drinking yet." Lin Huai pinched his cheek and forced him to open his mouth, "I'm only responsible for pouring milk tea into your mouth, um... maybe, bring a cup The kind. How do you feel about pouring it into the cup together?"
"no no… "
"Or, cut open your stomach with a knife and stuff the teacup into it? Well, it's just a joke, don't be so nervous." Lin Huai said with a smile, "I'm more enthusiastic, and sometimes straightforward enthusiasm will If it hurts someone, I will think of... something more tactful. Shhh, I'll take the cup away, so don't shout."
The painter's lips were trembling, but he did not make a sound as Lin Huai asked. He sat on the ground blankly, blood dripping from his lips.
All this happened suddenly, completely beyond his cognition.
The docile lamb waiting to be slaughtered suddenly raised the butcher knife to him... This was even more tragic than the lamb waiting to be slaughtered turned into a Pleasant Goat.
"Yes, I like obedient friends." Lin Huai smiled at him, "If you scream too early..."
"When it's time to scream later, what should I do if I don't have the strength?" He expressed concern for the other party as if talking to himself.
"The night is still long, let's play slowly."
Lin Huai blocked her ears with earplugs. In the spirit of selflessness, he generously gave up the opportunity to exercise his muscles and bones to the four beauties in the painting.
"It's not good to stay in the painting all the time, come out occasionally to get some air. Don't look at me with such vigilant eyes, the same ghost is a family." He sat on the dining table with one hand, and said with a smile, " Here, I will give you a gift to exercise your proficiency in torturing people. Don’t kill me, call me when you’ve played enough.”
Lin Huai has no super possessive desire for friends. Since there are friends who can make everyone happy, it is more fun to play together. As the saying goes, it is better to be alone than to be happy alone.
He propped his chin with one hand and closed his eyes, as if he was resting for a while, or as if he wanted to hear the screams from the living room more clearly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Not long after, he closed his eyes, but suddenly said, "What are you doing here?"
…
After a long time, Zhou Ying's voice came from the opposite side of him: "You shouldn't be able to hear my footsteps."
Lin Huai smiled: "Is this hard to guess?"
Zhou Ying looked at him quietly, Lin Huai said: "But I really didn't hear it. I originally planned to say this sentence every 10 minutes, but I didn't expect you to come so soon."
Zhou Ying: ...
The three daughters of plum, orchid and bamboo were beating the painter so that one Buddha ascended to heaven and the other came out of his body. Zhou Ying said calmly in such a voice: "Aren't you afraid that I will attack you?"
If another ghost said this, it would be ridiculous, but Zhou Ying was different from ordinary ghosts.
He is Sha.
Beyond the existence above the red clothes.
The first match between the two was at Zhou Ying's home court, so Lin Huai almost missed Jingzhou. However, now in Chunyu's apartment, Zhou Ying, as a foreign registered permanent residence, is naturally limited in his abilities. The two are evenly matched.
"Don't be so blunt, I've helped you a lot, haven't I?" Lin Huai shrugged, "Show a good attitude towards your benefactor who gave you help regardless of the past."
Zhou Ying said: "I didn't accept that ring."
"The dust of the past has settled, and exchanging the tokens of the past again will not restore the mood at that time. I left the ring to him, and let him use it to maintain his soul after death, and stay in the painting to practice well." He said. He said lightly, "However, if you have anything to do, just say it. It's not to repay your kindness, but to do what you want to do."
"Tsk, do all of you artists speak so sourly?" Lin Huai raised his chin and tapped his fingers on the table, "Since you want to be taken advantage of, I'll just ask..."
A sentence came out of his pale lips: "Do you know where Wen County is?"
Zhou Ying was startled: "Wen County?"
"I was born in that place, no, or... the second birth." Lin Huai smiled, "There, I once met a little girl. I called her... Youyou."
"You Ruo's You."
"but… "
"How could I be born before I was born?" He whispered, "If time is a long river, how could I, who was born in the middle of the long river, walked to the downstream, and reached the inflection point, go back to the upstream? So …”
Zhou Ying listened quietly.
"As Sha, do you know this place?"
Lin Huai still kept his eyes closed.
After a long time, he heard Zhou Ying's voice.
"When I became Sha, I heard a raving."
"That babbling consisted of two different voices, one telling me to 'diffuse' and the other telling me to 'gather', the only thing they had in common was..."
"home."
"They told me that there was a place where I, all of us, were born to be ghosts."
"I don't know the specific reference of this so-called 'hometown', nor what it corresponds to, but..."
"When you mentioned the word 'Wen County', I thought of it." Zhou Ying said plainly, "Our origin, our 'hometown'."
One o'clock.
The man lay on his back on the cold floor.
There were bruises all over his face, and the corner of his mouth still had traces of the drowsy milk tea he had forcefully poured down. Even though he had fallen into a coma, he still frowned tightly, as if he was still enduring inhuman pain, and when Lin Huai's footsteps approached, he trembled involuntarily.
"I don't know why." Lin Huai rubbed his fingers, looked at the painter lying on the ground like a rag doll, "I always feel that this picture is a bit abnormal..."
After relaxing, Simei returned to her paintings. It was rare to be able to go out, and the three women were very happy. Lan Xiang even made a very active suggestion, saying that they could help raise this npc until the end of the game and ensure his survival. In this way, she can stay in the world and watch the "My lord, the princess has been hanging on the city wall for three days" that she accidentally saw on the push screen of his mobile phone when he was beating the painter. "Hanging" public account novel...
Xue Zhu strongly agreed with this. Zhou Ying returned to the painting, expressing that she had no interest in it.
"But..." Mei Ying frowned and said, "Didn't the game require him not to be aware of the existence of ghosts? Since we have appeared, then he..."
"It's okay," Lin Huai shrugged while sitting next to him, "Just beat him stupid. A fool won't realize that there are ghosts around him. If it doesn't work, just beat him into a vegetable and make sure he doesn't die before the end of the game." .”
Lan Xiang: ...
Blood Bamboo: …
Mei Ying: ...
The three girls looked at Lin Huai, and Lin Huai shrugged: "No way, you can't even do this simple precision strike? Tsk, what the hell are you doing, go reincarnate earlier."
"Damn!" Lan Xiang scolded angrily.
Lin Huai wanted to put this matter into action, but when he was about to hit the next hammer, a systematic stop sound sounded in his head. It seems that the system can't stand his crazy behavior and reminds him:
"The painter has lost all memory after serving the milk due to excessive fright. Players are requested to try to deal with this matter in a more gentle way and reduce the use of violence."
Now that the system had spoken, Lin Huai stopped his precise strikes. As for the gentler way, Lin Huai thought about it and came up with a new idea.
He hung the four paintings next to the artist's eight paintings, and asked them to visit each other more often, and it would be best to be united and friendly like the Hogwarts portraits, and exchange experiences together. Then, he moved the painter to the bed. In order to prevent the other party from struggling to escape after waking up, and bumping into the ghosts who were having an experience exchange conference in the living room, he tied his limbs with ropes and waited quietly for his awakening.
The painter woke up with a splitting headache.
My whole body hurts like being run over by a car. The painter opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw the familiar ceiling of the bedroom.
Are you in your bedroom
The last memory left in my brain is that I brought milk to Lin Huai... But why did I appear on the same bed
And pain all over my body... last night... what the hell happened
The painter was puzzled, and just about to move his arms, he was surprised to find that...
I am tied up!
"What the hell is going on... Lin Huai!" The painter looked at the young man sitting by the bed in surprise and anger, "You brought me here? You... what do you want to do!"
Seeing the strange expression on the painter's face, Lin Huai couldn't help but want to mentally torture him.
"Painting," Lin Huai said with a smile.
He pointed to the white bed with his finger: "This is the canvas."
As he spoke, he pointed to the painter again: "This is a painting."
"A perfect painting, isn't it?" He tilted his head and said, "To understand art, first of all, you have to be art... How does it feel to be art, Mr. Painter?"
The painter's face turned blue and then turned pale. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You pervert..."
Lin Huai's smile became more and more joyful after receiving this honor.
Before he was happy enough, he heard the painter's next voice: "You actually tried to use this method to imprison me and force me to commit myself to you, you..."
"Pervert! You are the real pervert!"
Lin Huai's proud expression froze instantly.
"... What do you mean?" He asked for a while.