Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Song Xiuyan was incredibly light, and there was no dull pain when his chin rested on her shoulder, only Ruoyuowu itch hovering on her shoulders.

Concubine Lin tried to poke the man in the back, but didn't get any response.

His room is full of Chinese medicine smell, presumably his health is not very good.

The fight just consumed most of Song Xiuyan's energy. Poor him, he obviously has the heart of the domineering president carrying the audience, but he took the script of the sickly little wife, and the listener was really sad and the listener shed tears.

Lin Yan looked around, thinking about how to deal with this young master who forced herself to play, suddenly her hands were empty, and the man's body once again turned into an illusory black mist.

This ray of black air was much thinner than before, and it was almost indistinguishable in the dim dusk. It approached silently, and then got into the satchel she carried with her.

Lin Lin: I thought he could be regarded as a reliable adult male, but I didn't expect him to be just a pocket monster.

There was cold in Song's house, and I didn't know how many crises still lurked. She didn't have time to struggle for too long, temporarily set aside Song Xiuyan's affairs, and walked outside through the bamboo path.

The courtyards are mostly Chinese-style classical buildings, row upon row of houses are strewn, with carved beams and painted buildings pleasing to the eye, and even the decoration of the eaves corners is carefully crafted, which is as high as a soaring bird's wings. All kinds of vegetation cover it, and the crisp greenery adds a bit of vitality to the house.

The cell phone signal was completely shielded, and it was impossible for Lin Lin to yell loudly in this situation, so she could only aimlessly follow the path forward.

The moonlight stretched her slender shadow very long, but after a short time of thinking, she noticed that a spherical black shadow floating in the air suddenly appeared not far away.

Lin Hao stared intently, slightly stunned.

The chubby woman looked at her with a fierce head, and the corners of her mouth that had split to the base of her ears were covered with dry blood, and the big yellow teeth inside were long and sharp.

The thick black hair floated behind him, completely ignoring Newtonian mechanics, and dragged into a long tail. The overall look was weird and vicious and aggressive.

Lin Yu scratched her head: "You are... an old tadpole floating in the air?"

God he ○ floating old tadpoles.

The woman's facial expression was obviously twitched, and when she opened her mouth to speak, the cracks on her lips became more obvious: "Nu Jia Fei Tou Man."

She paused, and Jiejie laughed strangely: "Finally I saw a living person again... Let the Nujia accompany you for fun."

Feitou Man is a kind of monster with a long history.

There is a record in the legends of Jin Dynasty that Feitou Man usually looks no different from ordinary people, but once it is night, his neck stretches uncontrollably. After reaching a certain level, the head is completely separated from the body, and he takes pleasure in pranking, peeping, and even killing and drinking blood.

After the woman said, she looked at Lady Lin with expectant eyes.

The delicate, delicate girl looked motionless as if she had been frightened and stupefied. She loves torturing such little girls who have not been deeply involved in the world. Every time she hears their screams out of fear and despair, she can feel sincerely proud.

There was no chance for Lin Lin to escape, Feitou smiled strangely and flew towards her.

The woman moved quickly, her sharp teeth gleaming coldly by the moonlight, and when she was about to bite Lin Hao's cheek, the latter turned her body to the right indifferently.

Feitou never expected that the little girl moved faster than herself. This sideways was almost an instant matter. She was still full of joy for the last second, and then passed Lin Yan with a look of astonishment in the next second.

Because there was no time to react, her inertia forced her to rush forward. When her forehead hit the wall, she clearly heard a loud tear-jerking noise, which was the sound of a broken skull.

Was tricked.

That guy is definitely tossing her on purpose!

"Oh, why did you hit the wall?" Lin Yu approached her with a smile without concealment, "The world martial arts is not broken, this sentence really makes sense."

Feitou quite held back the pain, his facial features were twisted into a cake-like paste, and he was about to grin to launch the next attack. Unexpectedly, the little girl continued to say thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, your mouth is cracked a bit. Great. But it’s okay, just sew it...Although I don’t know how to needlework, it might hurt a bit."

Feitou Man:!

No, no, don't come here! This man is the devil, he must be! How can you say such a thing seriously! Shouldn't normal people be trembling and begging for mercy!

Unexplained fear gradually filled her mind, and the woman didn't think too much, and immediately floated up and ran away dizzy. She stumbled and had no clear destination. She only knew that running freely with the wind was the direction, chasing the power of thunder and lightning.

I don't know how long it took to run, but when Lin Concubine's shadow finally disappeared from her vision, she stopped with a pale face.

This is the garden area that the Song family is proud of. In the empty night all around, there is a faint cry of sadness.

As a colleague in a sense, Feitouman knew the crying female ghost.

There are many murderous creatures in the house, and there are various ways to hunt humans. Some like her directly rushed forward to attack, and some sneaked behind others to assassinate without knowing it. This female ghost does not belong to the above two types, and is more similar to a kind of fishing law enforcement——

She inherited Jiang Taigong's traditional thinking of fishing and wishing people to be hooked. She squatted around the corner and cried all day long. If someone came forward and asked, she would be instantly attacked.

"At this time, I'm still crying, run away! I don't know where a murderer came from in the house, I almost..."

She spoke eagerly, full of thoughts of running away, never expected that when she drifted around the corner, she would bump into a familiar face unpreparedly——

The long-haired woman in white sobbed sobbing, while the little girl stood behind her with a knife, the dagger just right in her throat.

Lin Yan said hello to her with a smile on her face: "Hello! Are you surprised when you meet love around the corner?"

Feitouman's tears came down at that time.

She squatted for a long time before she could barely choke and utter a complete sentence: "Sister, I cry too, will you succeed?"

Concubine Lin held the dagger in one hand, and grabbed the long hair of Fei Tou Man in the other. She has the style of a nursery rhyme with a chicken in the left hand and a duck in the right hand: "Who is called'sister'? I don't seem to be familiar with you. Exactly."

She squinted and smiled: "I want to know something about this house, I wonder if you two can reveal some?"

The two women cried together and shed tears. Feitou was so tired from crying, they said indifferently: "Can you do it! What do you want to know?"

"What is going on here, how can I get out, have you seen other humans coming in," she thought for a while, lowering her voice, "and, what's the matter with your Young Master Song Xiuyan?"

"Song Xiuyan!" As soon as he heard the name, Feitou shook violently, and his vicious and mean face was overflowing with deadly killing intent like poison. "He is the source of all disasters! It is because of him, in the house. Will become what it is now!"

Gently rubbing her fingertips on the handle of the knife, Lin Hao raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Tell me about it."

Since watching the woman take off his head, Dracula, who has been severely contaminated by the spirit, has a muddled brain.

He stared blankly as he watched the angel put Lingxi's head back on his body, and then quickly left the house with the two of them. Unexpectedly, the scenery changed drastically after going out and it became a real abandoned house.

Fortunately, the angel didn't lose his position, and immediately said after clarifying the situation: "We must find Lin Yu as soon as possible."

Dracula turned into a nodding machine without feelings, and responded with a trembling voice: "I have a loud voice, maybe just a single call..."

"Are you an idiot!" Lingxi was so angry that he even cursed, "There may be how many demons and ghosts there are in this ghost place, but when Lin Lin hasn't found it, he will kill himself first."

The sedan chair was gone for a long time, and the three of them had to follow the path to gradually check every room.

The angel showed anxious emotions in front of them for the first time. Dracula narrowed his eyes into small slits and grabbed his hem and asked, "Angel brother, aren't you scared?"

The blond young man looked back at him and answered without thinking, with a clean and gentle voice: "Don't you worry about her?"

This answer was specious, and Dracula was taken aback for a moment.

Of course he was worried about Lin Concubine, but now everyone is dead for a lifetime. According to ordinary people's logic, sure enough, his own safety will be the first priority, right?

He didn't ask any more questions, but obediently followed the angel. I don't know how long I walked, but when I passed the study, a rustling sound attracted everyone's attention.

The angel pushed the door in without hesitation. Dracula gritted his teeth and walked in with him. Lingxi was the least courageous, standing in the courtyard holding the door frame and waiting for them to come out.

The room was filled with the smell of old book pages, and the dust swirled in the air with the moonlight, turning into a cloud of gray mist.

The angel held the candle in front of him, and whispered: "Mother Lin?"

No one responded to him.

——In other words, what responded to him was a terrible scream. Although the sound was broken, it could still be recognized that it was Lingxi's voice.

Dracula's heart sank, and hurried to the door, and saw two children fighting together in the shadow of the building.

Because they are covered by shadows, they can only vaguely glimpse their silhouettes. The one above was extremely fierce, grabbing his nails viciously on the face of the other boy, the one who was firmly pressed by him was unable to resist, struggling with his hands and feet.

Dracula: "The Mausoleum-West -"

Recalling the feat of Lingxi who sacrificed himself for justice and dragged the staff of the haunted house alone, the dignity of an adult made him not think too much. He immediately flew up and kicked directly on the person above, kicking and shouting: "Lingxi has only I can bully! Look at my feet!"

He tried so hard that the child had no time to dodge, and was kicked straight into the corner, his body suddenly shattered into several pieces like scattered building blocks.

Dracula was trembling with fright by this strange scene, and took Lingxi's arm and ran to the study.

Perhaps because of the fright, the children's hands are cold. Dracula was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility as an elder in his heart. What else could he do? Of course, he loved him like a father.

He ran violently and threw his tongue out of his old height. At this moment, he was his hero.

After he pulled Ling Xi back to the study and locked the door, he finally had the opportunity to say the line that had been prepared long ago in an awe-inspiring tone: "You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do. Who made me like this... "

Dracula said, turning his gaze to the child's face, and was caught off guard by a dead face with no expression.

The other party didn't seem to react to what had happened, staring at him motionlessly, with a few traces of nails on his face.

Mr. Earls: Silence is golden.

Small eyes, big doubts.

Looking at each other, both of them were dumbfounded.

It turned out that he had been pulling this little boy who looked exactly like Toshio Zuo to run. As for the real Lingxi, he had long been kicked in the corner.

No wonder the moment the head flew away, in the very brief eye contact, he saw the other person's panic, unbelievable and angry.

Sorry, he is not worthy.

At that moment, Dracula's mind seemed to have experienced the Big Bang, thinking a lot in a daze.

For example, he is a vampire, someone is a ghost, maybe he is a relative, so he is the same kind, it is always bad for brothers and sisters.

For example, the blood on the corner of the child's mouth is like bright red ketchup, and his pale face is like a ball of flour, which makes him look a little hungry. If you can still reclaim your residence, you must let Lin Yu cook a super sumptuous meal-by the way, he has to save Lin Yu and he can't fall down here.

The last thing that occupies the whole thought is a soothing and melodious lyric song. Dracula wanted to cry without tears and wiped his nose.

Turn off the lights, everything is really the same.

The author has something to say:

Inexplicable, I want to play this song, but I am still floating in the air and the old 蝌蚪 is miserable ＿ (：з」∠) ＿

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