Give them a little funny shock

Chapter 653 The Strange Events in the Capital (VI)

"This house... is really weird..."

As we walked, Wu Yun, who was in front, suddenly muttered something when he reached the end of the corridor.

"What's strange?" Zhong Ling was startled and asked. She had a premonition, but she didn't want that to happen.

Because once Wu Yun, the fake Taoist priest, really noticed something and realized the "weirdness" of this area, then it would not be so easy for her to keep him at that time.

"It feels lifeless." Wu Yun smacked his lips and said, "Why do I always feel that these people are all dead? Forget it, maybe this is the house of a rich family. There are too few people and the house is too big, so it seems empty and lifeless."

"If you live too comfortably and indulge yourself too much, you will look like a dead person."

"Well, probably." Zhong Ling nodded, and the anxiety in her heart finally came to her mind.

She dared to come here, so she was confident in her own strength. Even if she couldn't handle it, her life would be safe. But Wu Yun was different. This guy was just a Taoist priest. Maybe he had some courage and some martial arts skills, so he was considered a good fighter.

But after all, he is not a cultivator, and a martial artist, so he is absolutely unable to deal with these strange things.

They are different from the monsters, although many monster warriors who have reached a certain level cannot deal with them. Warriors are considered abandoned children in this world.

Wu Yun and Zhong Ling wanted to walk around the mansion for a while, mainly because Wu Yun wanted to stop by and take a look at the Huang family. But before they could walk far, they were stopped by someone.

He is the steward of the Huang Mansion, a middle-aged man with a slightly plump build.

"Master Zhong, Master Jiang." The housekeeper stopped Wu Yun and Zhong Ling, raised his hand to the right, and seemed not to want Wu Yun and Zhong Ling to continue moving forward. The corridor behind him led to a courtyard with a pavilion and a rockery.

"Are you two lost?"

"Just wandering around, uh..." The person who responded to the fat butler was Zhong Ling, but he didn't know the fat butler's name yet.

"Mr. Zhong, just call me Steward Ding." Steward Ding bowed slightly to Zhong Ling and Wu Yun, "I wonder if you two gentlemen have found your guest rooms?"

"No." Wu Yun replied, "I'm looking for it."

"Then, may I lead the way for you two gentlemen?" Butler Ding smiled at the two of them and said politely.

Wu Yun and Zhong Ling looked at each other, and then Wu Yun spoke: "It's up to you... um, I'll trouble Steward Ding."

The guest room is located on the left side of the main house, a two-story building. Two people live in one guest room because Zhong Ling did not have an invitation. He was brought in by Wu Yun. The room is the first room on the right side of the entrance hall.

After sending the two to the wing room, Steward Ding left, leaving Wu Yun and Zhong Ling in the wing room. In Wu Yun's eyes, there was nothing special about the wing room, and there was no fleeting illusion.

The same goes for Zhong Ling.

This place is very normal. It is the most normal place Zhong Ling has seen since entering the Huang family mansion.

"Why is your nose bleeding?"

Until Wu Yun's voice woke Zhong Ling from a state of meditation that he had not even noticed. As if awakened from a dream, Zhong Ling's body shook violently.

Only then did she feel the warmth on her lips.

"Damn, you get nosebleeds so easily. Are you confused by the bears you saw in the yard?" Wu Yun stood in front of Zhong Ling, looking at him with contempt, then stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, "How many fingers are there?"

"This is a hand, Master Jiang. I'm fine."

Zhong Ling took a tissue from the table, wiped herself with it, and said.

However, the more she wiped her nose, the more it bled and she couldn't stop it.

Later on, she could already see tiny wriggling worms in her unstoppable black nosebleed.

If you look more closely, you will find that there are human faces on the heads of those little bugs.

At this moment, it was not just Zhong Ling's nose that was bleeding. Her mouth, eyes, ears, and even her skin were all bleeding.

The floor beneath his feet had been paved black with blood, and dense black worms were wriggling in the pool of blood. The human faces on each worm were looking at him and smiling at her.

Her consciousness began to sink at this moment.

"Hey!!"

But at this moment, Zhong Ling was patted on the back.

Amid the buzzing sound that kept echoing in her ears, a clear call pulled her consciousness out of some deep environment and brought part of her body back to reality from the illusion.

"You're crazy, why the hell are you laughing? I'm so confused."

All the illusions disappeared without a trace in an instant, and Zhong Ling returned to reality.

There was no more vanity before her eyes, and no more confusion in her heart. A sense of fulfillment and down-to-earthness filled her heart.

"You..." However, Zhong Ling only had time to look at Wu Yun. After she said one word, she lost consciousness.

Fortunately, he didn't fall to the ground because Wu Yun grabbed him.

"Fuck it, she really fainted?" Wu Yun looked at the unconscious Zhong Ling with even more contempt in his eyes, but he still picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

"What a useless virgin, what a waste."

In the boundless darkness, Zhong Ling could see the outlines of many people and the flames in their bodies.

Off-white, dark red, light red, dark purple, and the one closest to her...

Red fire rising into the sky.

There were also countless whispers lingering in my ears, and a familiar voice, the loudest among them.

"Waste virgin, haha..."

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"You son of a bitch, do you dare to fight me?!..."

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"Have I given you too much face?! I'm going to use this red hot..."

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This state continued like this. After an unknown amount of time had passed, the flame that appeared in Zhong Ling's sight finally began to slowly disappear.

And his consciousness slowly sank into complete darkness as the flames and whispers dissipated.

She fell asleep with a firm sense of security and peace.

She didn't know why, but she would feel that way whenever she heard that familiar loud voice and vulgar language.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Zhong Ling sat up from the bed, turned her head, and saw Wu Yun:
He was lying on a recliner not far to his right, fast asleep, with one hand hanging over the edge of the recliner and the other resting on his abdomen.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by the voice of Butler Ding:
"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Gong, lunch time is coming."

(End of this chapter)