Chapter 25:

- And, when it comes to snacks, when you are having dinner, aren't you the one that eats the most? Everyone has no appetite, and you eat the most fragrant.
Ye Jia’s Dagongzi felt that the whole thing was too much, and he didn’t know where to go from the mouth. He struggled for a while and decided to start from the painting itself:
Drawing?

The young man’s gaze was fixed on the painting, and he seemed to want to borrow it. It was because the number of rituals did not directly open.
He believes that there will never be someone who wants to draw a common picture in the middle of the night. There must be another mystery in this painting.
Xiao Li: "Do you want to see?"
Ye Ling nodded as hesitantly.
Xiao Li: "Please."
Ye Lingxuan: "..."
"Forget it." The teenager oppositely handed the paper to him generously.
The brown-haired youth took over and started drawing paper.
Frankly speaking, before seeing the painting, Ye Ling thought that he would see a beautiful piece of art—a landscape, a character, or an object. He even thought about it, even a ghost or animal that was more singular. He wouldn't be surprised, but everything he imagined in his mind was overthrown when he saw the paper.
Is it personal... right? Vaguely able to distinguish from the hair, as well as the eyes, as for other grotesque "five features", only the benevolent see the wise and see the wisdom.
The young man looked at the painting and silenced it for a long time before he squeezed out a sly and polite smile: "...this painting is quite special."
- It is quite special, especially ugly, except that ugly has no other characteristics. Is this really an ordinary painting, in front of this person just out of painting because of itching?
It’s just that the painting is ugly, but the color matching is always a little familiar... as if I have seen it.
Ye Ling looked in his mind for a circle, but never thought of it.
Xiao Li took the painting back, lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. He just wanted to open the door, but suddenly he walked toward the window on the other side.
Ye Lingshi was shocked by him, and the subconscious also followed the past.
I didn't know when it was raining from the window. The rain rushed through the window without mercy. Xiao Li walked over and closed the window. The raindrops hit his cuffs and wet the embroidery of the shirt, filled with thick blood.
The storm rolled up the waves and swelled high, squatting on the suspension bridge that the manor led to the outside.
The narrow suspension bridge was like a leafy boat drifting in the storm, and was torn open in an instant and fell into the sea. The whistling sound that followed was like the roar of the abyss behemoth, and was isolated by the window.
I saw all these leaves and said: "...ha, this is really a stormy mountain."
The doll in Xiao Li’s pocket was sitting in a position. He didn’t say anything. He held the food tray on his hand and walked back to the room.
Ye Ling looked at his back and thought that after the dinner, in the vicinity of the painting, the man left like this, and the color of the ghost painting suddenly returned to his heart - at the end of the corridor, painting Chinese beauty is not blonde! And also stared at this person!
At that moment, the heart of Ye Jiada’s son flashed a lot of things, from the
stolen ghosts
to the
overbearing female ghosts falling in love with me
.
But in the end, he still shook his head. In the copy world, there is the infatuation of Nie Xiaoqian. The evil spirits here all feed on flesh and blood, enjoy the fear and scream of human beings, and are stared at by the evil spirits of the castle. Fierce and sorrowful - of course, does not rule out that this person has some secrets, enough to withstand evil spirits.
Who is still not a secret?
The youth who ranked 98 on the reincarnation leaderboard touched their hearts and showed a smile.
Every other day.
The wind and rain still did not stop, the heavy rain slammed on the window like a hail, and the sound of the screaming sound, the dark clouds sagged down.
The news that the cable was broken last night has been told to the others by the old butler, and everyone is uneasy.
Although as a reincarnation, they themselves could not escape from the manor, but when they heard the news, everyone still had a shadow in their hearts.
I have already died one night last night. Will it continue today?
At lunch time, the couple took the umbrella and rushed to the restaurant from the door.
He Wei's hair is full of water vapor, his girlfriend in his arms, his face is very bad: "We went to the manor door and looked at it, the suspension bridge was broken."
Wu filled up very little last night. At this time, he was desperately trying to stuff things into his mouth. He said vaguely: "Do you still use this special look? Isn’t Ronnie telling us?"
He Wei lowered his head and did not speak. Her body trembled from time to time and looked like she was scared.
Ye Ling looked at the heart and moved slightly, gently softening his tone: "What else have you seen?"
His voice just fell, He Wei panicked to his boyfriend's arms, He Wei swallowed a sip: "Angel's expression has changed."
Feng Fengqing frowned and asked: "What?"
"The statues at the entrance of the two manors..." He Wei recalled that the picture at the time was still a little scary, although it was just a statue. "When we first came, they were smiling. But I just went to see it and went back." When I wanted to come in, I found out... their faces turned into a crying look."
The words of He Wei echoed on the empty table, and the fork in Feng Fengqing’s hand made a harsh sound on the plate.
"Ye Big Brother..." Wu fills in the consciousness and looks at the head of Ye Ling.
The young man put down the knife and fork in his hand, took the umbrella from the old butler, and went to the manor door to see the two statues.
At the time of their arrival yesterday, the lips of the two statues were raised and looked amiable. But now the lips of the two angels are squatting down, and the exposed teeth are like canine teeth, and the whole face is very embarrassing.
The old butler who followed them came forward and changed his voice and said loudly: "The evil spirits, this must be evil spirits!"
Ronnie’s voice was completely covered by the rain, and the deafening rain washed everything.
Rainy waves, Xiao Li stood at the end of the crowd, looking at the entire castle.
It looks more like a cage.
After returning from the manor door, almost everyone was wet, and the umbrella could not withstand the wind and rain.
They returned to the room and went to take a shower and change into a dry clothes.
Xiao Li put the doll, Xiao Huangben and mobile phone in the pocket inside the vest, so it won't get wet easily. Now when he returns to the room, he takes them out and puts them on the table.
The doll lies directly in the same place and looks awkward.
I don't know if it is Xiao Li's illusion. Tan Li seems to be very suppressed in this manor. It used to be very active in the orphanage or in reality. He often strolled around to see the scenery, but in It was still motionless, and it was a corpse in his pocket every day.
In the same way, there is Zhou Ying, the children are not willing to come out, and they are playing on the mobile phone every day to play some stand-alone games. Xiao Li specially downloaded an e-book for him to teach people how to write poems. .
Only Xiao Huangben has always been like him, saying hello to him every day, and his tone is lightly displayed: [When will you consider completing the hidden task 3? 】
[I want you to finish it all the time, your usual lips. The petals look like the petals of roses. I want to kiss when you are lying. I want to kiss the juice on your lips when you eat. Even if you are like this, I want to blush your lips. 】
Xiao Li:? ? ?
He was powerless to write below: "......... Can you not be so shameless?"
Xiao Huang is very confused: [What is the truth? 】
Xiao Li’s hand used a little force. Because he didn’t have a second pen, he didn’t break it. Instead, he drew a few horizontal lines on the big paragraph that Xiao Huangben said, and erased them. . When the teenager did not see this passage, nothing happened. He stood up and shed his wet clothes and walked into the bath where the water was placed.
At the same time, in another room in the old castle, Wu fills in changing clothes.
He simply put on his shirt and thought about the angel statue indefinitely, and he was full of jealousy about the evil spirits in this castle.
"Hey--" came knocking at the door.
Wu filled the heart and he swallowed the slobber: "Who?"
No one responded.
He immediately jumped back, picked up his original clothes, and took out three sheets of paper and two pills from it.
The knocking on the door is still going on, but no matter what Wu fills, the back of the door is always silent.
Wu fills in the props in his hand and puts the pill on his mouth, which is the distance that can be swallowed at any time.
After three rounds of knocking, the creatures outside the door seemed tired and stopped knocking.
However, Wu fill did not relax, he still watched the door with vigilance, directly swallowed a ghost pill - no ghosts at the door.
He calmed down a little, and the sweat in his palms drenched the ghosts.
In the past ten minutes and a second, the time for the end of the drug treatment was approaching. Wu filled his eyes and moved away from the door. He turned his head and saw a grimace at the window!
Wu’s hand-crushing character burned up and burned at a very fast speed. He almost never waited for him to react. The paper had disappeared completely. He could only watch the ghost walk in and approach him. In the last second of his life, he found out what his eyes were, and used all his strength to write a line on the floor...
It is a pity that he failed to finish the line.
Four hours later, at dinner time, the door was knocked again and was broken.
This is already the second dead.
Wu’s death was terrible. His throat was cut off by hard and the whole person’s death was drawn in a circle of white chalk.
Feng Fengqing pretended to check it again, and turned back to the old butler to shake his head.
The old butler was pale at the door, and the wrinkles on the skin were deeper. It was full of old age: "There is another death. This must be the curse of evil spirits. The telegraph cannot be sent out. The road to go out is isolated. We, we all have to die." Here……"
Ye Ling saw a cross on his chest and a slogan in his mouth. He heard that he gave a deep glance to the old housekeeper: "Loney, the more serious the situation is, the more you are not allowed to hide it again, why are you? Is it a curse of evil spirits, not artificial?"
Ronnie gasped, and the voice of the old housekeeper was hoarse: "When the Duke of the Lord purchased the castle, please go through the court master. When the master came, he said that the resentment was extremely heavy. The ominous land is the place of evil spirits. It is only the Lord Duke who wants to keep it here... From the moment I saw the two statues, I knew that the evil spirits in his mouth came up."
"Does the surgeon have other words about evil spirits?" Feng Fengqing asked eagerly.
"No, he was directly communicating with the Duke of the Lord." The old housekeeper said, "I don't know anything, the Duke did not tell me."
Xiao Li crouched down next to Wu’s body. He touched the white powder on the carpet with his hand and cut it in another place. At the end, he carefully looked around and finally gathered his eyes on the word that Wu filled in. Upper: Ear.
ear? ear--
The brown-haired young man standing behind him narrowed his eyes. At that moment, a lightning bolt connected all the things in series. He quickly relaxed again, and said to Xiao Lidao: "Mr. Detective, what clues?"
Xiao Li turned back quietly. He patted the other's shoulder and said with deep meaning: "Who killed the robin."
Ye Ling looked into the depths of his bottom, low and low: "...he himself."
The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: I want to kiss you.
Xiao Li: You are turning around.
Xiao Huang Ben: Ok, well, I want to cover you with my lips, then rub each other. Hey -
Xiao Li: Good night.

[1]: "Who Killed the Robin" is an English nursery rhyme: Who killed the robin? It was me, the sparrow said, with my bow and arrow, I killed the robin. Who saw him die? It was me, the fly said, with my little eyes, I saw him die.
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