blood fox

Chapter 185 Bone Worm

There is no reason to talk about such things as love.

I don't know what kind of entanglement Yun Miao had with Ling Yuan and Zhi Lian in his previous life, but judging by Ling Yuan's appearance, I'm afraid he has regretted it all his life, so he didn't poke his sore spot again.

Holding the mobile phone, he walked to Xuan Xin and looked at the scriptures he had transcribed.

He copied all the mantras of past lives, I took a look at it, and looked at the opposite side of the balcony.

Turning to Mingchen, he said, "Can I go and see my grandma?"

The man who ate the mad pig was raised by my grandma, and the matter of piling in Tianfu Xinyuan was also done by my grandma.

I suddenly miss her very much...

Mingchen didn't dare to make up his mind for a while, so he hurriedly said, "I'll ask my junior uncle."

"I will go with her." Ling Yuan stood up and said to Mingchen, "It will be fine."

Mingchen's call has already been connected, Qin Yangyu seemed to hear it, and said directly: "It's fine to have Mr. Lingyuan accompany you."

Then he hung up the phone directly without even asking where he was going.

I was depressed, but I still took a bag with paper candles and the like, took a black umbrella, and went to Sidong.

Grandma is directly opposite the apartment I live in, and we just go downstairs and then upstairs.

The fourth building has not been lived in for a long time, and the entire corridor is full of falling dust and damp moss because no one has cleaned it. The wall skin is peeling off, the railings are more rusty, and large pieces of rust have fallen off.

Because Ling Yuan was with him, no one else followed.

When I climbed to the fourth floor, I was already a little out of breath.

When I arrived at the room, I looked at the skeletons that were still nailed to the wall by the steel nails in the open wall, and I didn't know why I suddenly felt sad.

It is impossible to take the skeleton down. I inserted the incense candle, squatted on the ground and burned the paper, and looked at the skeleton that was just covered by clothes and nailed to the wall with copper nails.

Paper was burning in the brazier left by the task force, and the fire was smoldering. Ling Yuan stood aside, as if he was also looking at the bones in the wall.

After I burned for a while, the room began to fill with smoke, and nothing seemed real.

My mind was also a little dizzy, and I looked up at Ling Yuan with hope in my heart: "Is it possible that my grandma is not dead?"

Ling Yuan looked down at me and said nothing.

I continued to burn the paper, laughing lowly.

In fact, from the first time I saw this corpse, I saw that dress, the shock was too great, and there was always a fluke behind it, and I always didn't believe that grandma died like this.

After all, based on a piece of clothing, it seems a bit arbitrary to conclude that it was my grandma who died.

But Ling Yuan said to me: "I saw her walk in with my own eyes."

I tore the paper with my hand and paused.

Looking up at Ling Yuan, he got up slowly, and said softly: "You were unconscious at that time, she came to find me, and found me directly."

Ling Yuan's voice was calm: "She sacrificed her body, so you can live forever."

I suddenly felt a little nauseous, watched my hand slide over the firelight, and smiled wryly, "So I'm the culprit, right?"

"You exist to save many people." Ling Yuan turned around slowly, stood in front of the window, and said in a low voice, "Kill one person and save all people, how do you choose?"

I killed more than one person!

But I don't want to argue anymore, I tore the paper and burned it bit by bit.

Maybe it was because the air was sealed, or it was too humid, the whole room was filled with smoke before the whole bundle of paper was burnt, Ling Yuan turned and stood in front of the window.

From time to time, I raised my head and glanced at grandma's body. In the smoke, it seemed that the hanging clothes moved.

It's not shaking, but it seems that something small has slipped under the clothes.

When I glanced at it at first, I thought it was smoky, which confused my eyes.

But he still took a closer look, only to find that the clothes seemed to have moved again, and this time in two places.

It was the collar, as if something was about to come out of the clothes.

"Ling Yuan." I squeezed the paper and got up, calling out to Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan was standing in front of the window looking out. He heard me call him, and raised his head in confusion.

I squatted and didn't move, fearing that the angle was wrong, so I wouldn't be able to see the clothes move, so I waved to Ling Yuan, motioning for him to come over.

Ling Yuan frowned, but still came over, lifted his robe, and squatted down with me.

I still tore the paper with my hands and threw it into the brazier, but my eyes were fixed on the wall.

Because the smoke in the room has nowhere to go, and the walls extend in all directions, the smoke permeates in. As the paper burns, the smoke goes together, and the hanging clothes seem to be arched again.

Ling Yuan frowned, and walked slowly, I stared at Ling Yuan nervously.

The four buildings are very sinister. When I lived here, I never saw a single mosquito, let alone a mouse.

Just like when we came up just now, the wall skin fell off and the moss was densely covered, but there were no spider webs.

Grandma died as a sacrifice, her flesh and blood were gone, and her yin energy was heavy, so no bugs or the like could get in.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the movement would hurt the skeleton too much, Ling Yuan just stretched out his fingers and slowly picked up the clothes.

I stared nervously at Ling Yuan's fingers, but my hand was still tearing up the paper and throwing it into the brazier.

But when I touched the paper bundle held in my left hand with my right hand, I felt a cold, slippery, soft and sticky thing, a bit like an earthworm...

What's more, when I touched it, the thing was still curled up at both ends, winding towards my fingers.

According to the touch, the size is at least as thick as rice noodles, and it is quite long.

But here, where did the bug come from, it was still on the incense paper I was holding.

My whole body was stiff, and I glanced at Ling Yuan's hand that was slowly stretched out, then slowly withdrew my gaze, and looked at the bundle of paper held in my left hand.

I saw a bright red worm on my right finger, a little thinner than rice noodles, about ten centimeters long, bright red and knotless.

Just as I was pressing it, the two ends that were raised up like leeches silently pierced into the middle of my fingers.

But I didn't feel the slightest pain...

Just as I was watching, another one fell on top of the bright yellow burnt paper.

As soon as the worm landed on the paper, its two pointed ends turned up, as if it sensed something, it immediately bowed up and crawled towards my hand.

I hastily moved my hand to a corner of the paper to avoid it, and at the same time pressed the worm that had already got into my finger at both ends, preventing it from getting all the way into my finger.

I slowly raised my head and looked up, only to see such worms were densely packed on the ceiling covered with gray and blue spots covered with water marks.

They are bright red in color, seem to be unable to attach to the ceiling, and their bodies are still hanging down.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw countless wriggling insect tips slowly rolling downward...

Looking around, the whole room is full of such bright red worms.

"Ling Yuan!" The bug I was holding down became thinner and thinner.

Based on my experience of catching earthworms and feeding ducks when I was a child, the body of this kind of soft worm will become thinner and thinner only when it is stretched longer and longer.

But this worm got into my fingertips at both ends. If it gets thinner and thinner...

I suddenly remembered that an earthworm could live if it was cut in two, and it immediately became two.

Quickly raised his head and said to Ling Yuan: "Come and help!"

But when he turned his head, he saw that Ling Yuan had already uncovered the clothes that grandma was wearing when she died.

I saw the gray collarbone exposed on the arched collar just now, and the bright red worms that were pressing on me now and the ceiling covered the whole ceiling came out of the collarbone.

They didn't seem to fall, but came out directly from the collarbone, because only half of the insect's body was exposed outside, and the bright red and thin insect tips were still wriggling in the air and curled up.

(End of this chapter)