Chapter 52: Happy Event in the Mountain Village 12 It hurts, it hurts so much

The room was dark. Countless grayish-white faces of An Rao on the black tiles all looked down expressionlessly at An Rao who was still struggling on the bed, as if the experimenters were coldly observing a mouse that had been injected with drugs.

It was obvious that his will was very strong and once he decided to do something, he would make it happen.

Baichuan's kiss didn't work. He frowned at the young man who was still struggling to get up and go out. He realized that Lao Zheng's forcing him to drink today was not a random act. This NPC knew how the young man behaved after getting drunk. He knew that he would become well-behaved and obedient, so he got him drunk first and then tempted him mentally. He would definitely do what he was told. Last night's notebook was just a small test.

The result of doing so will be death.

Baichuan's frown deepened. The lights were turned off. He didn't know when he would be forced to fall asleep. If this person didn't wake up before he fell asleep, he would have no control over what happened next.

Baichuan ground his molars calmly, and stretched his slender hand with even joints into the young man's white shirt. He imitated the people he had seen and caressed and kneaded his skin sensually. His thin lips pressed against the young man's beautiful swan-like neck. In an instant, the young man's skin shuddered, his hair stood on end, and his body stiffened.

He woke up.

"Thank you." An Rao panted and whispered his thanks tiredly, his voice was hoarse from being burned by the strong alcohol.

The room fell silent in the darkness for a long time, and then Bai Chuan's cold voice rang out: "Go to sleep."

The sunken mattress rebounded, and Baichuan returned to his bed, and the room fell silent again.

*

In the pitch-black courtyard, Wei Ronger was standing at the closed door of Room 205, with a glow all over her body and a warm smile on her face. She looked like an angel descended from the sky, and Fang Qingqing, who was already frightened by the lights out, could not help but be attracted to her.

Fang Qingqing ran to her side in one breath, "Wei——" Before she could even finish her name, she felt a strong suction force, as if there was a black hole in the void, which was going to tear her apart and swallow her.

In fact, she was really being torn apart. Fang Qingqing felt that all the liquids in her body, including her blood, were being sucked out. Her bones creaked and then broke with a "crack". She fell to her knees with her whole body convulsing. Her long black hair, which had just been washed, was stained with the blood that had been sucked out. Her eyeballs bulged out of their sockets because they could not withstand such a strong pressure. Fang Qingqing opened her mouth in agony to call for help, but found that she could no longer make any sound.

Wei Ronger, with a faint glow, looked at the hellish scene in front of her with a smile. Behind her was the pitch-black night in the mountains. Ghostly figures with horrible deaths slowly emerged from the darkness. Aunt Li, the old servant, Ajun, Uncle Guo, Aunt Cao... all of them stared at Fang Qingqing, who was in extreme pain, with expressionless faces and empty eyes.

"Jingle Bells--Jingle Bells--"

"Hehehe - hahahaha -" The sound of jade-like stones colliding with each other, accompanied by the innocent laughter of children, appeared in the corridor. The ghosts disappeared suddenly. Wei Ronger raised her head, and the smile on her face froze.

A pair of bright red embroidered shoes with peonies embroidered on them stepped slowly on the wooden floor. A bride's figure suddenly appeared in the depths of the dark corridor. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, and the jewels hanging from her bridal veil jingled with her footsteps. Under the phoenix crown was a swollen black and purple face. Her facial features had been squeezed out of shape, and her eyes without whites were filled with swollen pupils, as if she was a floating corpse swollen in the water. The floating corpse bride was holding a small, equally swollen black and purple baby. The child was innocent and followed the bride towards this side, skipping and skipping.

The floating corpse bride walked to a place not far from Wei Ronger and stood still. Then she raised her sleeve and stretched out a swollen, purple and bruised hand with long, sharp black nails and pointed at her. The baby beside her giggled and quickly rushed towards Wei Ronger's face.

"Ah——" After a shrill scream, Wei Ronger covered her face and disappeared, leaving only Fang Qingqing, who had been rolled up into a roll and was being sucked into the pottery jar that was originally placed at Wei Ronger's feet.

It hurt so much that Fang Qingqing couldn't make a sound. Even her tears were instantly sucked away. She heard with her own ears that all the bones in her body were broken inch by inch, and her flesh and blood were pulled out. The door of Room 205, which was just a stone's throw away, was tightly closed. She was going to die. In a painful way that exceeded the limit of human pain, Fang Qingqing woke up in extreme pain. Wei Rong'er just now was a trap, and she was actually bewitched by her. Her smile was obviously full of malice, and every expression was saying: "You have a day too, come and taste the pain I have suffered!"

Suddenly, the fatal suction disappeared, and her bulging eyeballs reflected a dark, purple, swollen, hideous and terrifying face. The collision of jades made a crisp and pleasant sound. She saw the ghost bride wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal gown giving her a sinister smile.

"You like me so much, how about being my bridesmaid?"

The door of the bride's boudoir on the second floor was closed again, and the Zheng family mansion returned to peace again. The fog became thicker, and it seemed as if the whole house had entered the return of the south wind. The walls and the floor were all covered with wet water vapor.

Suddenly, several lines of footprints of different sizes appeared on the damp corridor floor, moving forward silently and then disappearing in front of different rooms.

Ultraman in room 205 opened his eyes slightly and looked at Fang Qingqing's empty bed with great regret.

Bald Qiang, Xiong Da and Xiong Er in room 203 looked at Gao Zhifei and his wife who were sleeping thoughtfully.

The mouse Jerry and the cat Tom in room 202 looked angrily at Su Ming who was sleeping soundly.

The heads of the carved chess pieces in room 201 all turned silently towards the man on the bed wearing white feathers and black earrings.

Cheng Lin slept very uneasily. He had a dream. In the dream, a voice whispered in his ear, telling him to pick up the pen on the bedside table. The clue to get out was in the pen. Pick it up and you can get out.

Cheng Lin's facial features twisted into a ball in pain. This place was too horrible. It was a nightmare and shadow that he could never get rid of. Every minute and every second here was torture! The pink ballpoint pen lay quietly on the bedside table... Cheng Lin's hand had already trembled and raised, but before he touched it, he suddenly retracted his hand. No, this must be her pen. I must not have anything to do with her anymore!

*

“Bang, bang, bang!”

“Bang, bang, bang!”

It was daybreak and the morning mist had not yet dissipated when there was a knock on the door of Room 201. The rapid and loud knocking woke up Baichuan and Anrao, as well as the people in the other rooms.

After Wei Ronger’s disappearance yesterday morning, the knock on the door again in the morning could only mean that something had happened again.

Baichuan quickly got up and opened the door, and outside the door was Wang Quanmin, who looked anxious.

"Doctor Li, Xiao Bai, please go and check it out. Xiao Fang is missing too!" Wang Quanmin's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold his crutches.

"Don't worry, let's go and take a look." Bai Chuan quickly grabbed the hand of Wang Quanmin, who was about to faint in the next second, and helped him walk to Room 205. An Rao, who was walking behind, raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never seen such an iceberg of compassion and helped others walk with such respect.

This was a matter of life and death, so the people from the other rooms all gathered around like they did yesterday, and with equally solemn expressions, they followed Bai Chuan and Wang Quanmin as they walked towards Room 205.

Arriving at room 205, Bai Chuan stopped at the door and observed carefully. Fang Qingqing's bed was the one at the inside, with the bedding and pillow neatly arranged, proving that she had never slept on it. The red hairband she used to tie her hair was casually placed on the bedside table, and there was still a small half cup of water in the water cup that she had not finished drinking, as if she had just gone out temporarily.

"Uncle Wang, did you see any abnormal behavior from Fang Qingqing after you returned to the room yesterday?" An Rao asked as he inspected the room. The two of them tacitly agreed that one would be responsible for checking Fang Qingqing's things while the other would be responsible for checking the room.

"No...there is nothing abnormal about Xiaofang..." Wang Quanmin was puzzled.

"Uncle Wang, where is the kettle in your room?" An Rao stared at the empty space on the bedside table. The tray that originally held two cups and a thermos now only had an empty cup left, standing alone in the tray.

"Oh, a thermos," Wang Quanmin rolled his eyes, clenched his right fist and coughed, "I suddenly had a cough last night and was wheezing badly. Xiao Fang came back and wanted to pour me some water to relieve the pain, but there was not a drop of water in the thermos, so she went to get me some water..."

At this point, Wang Quanmin suddenly realized, "That's right! When she went out to get water, it was still several minutes before lights out, but she didn't come back! She must have died because she didn't rush back to her room before lights out and broke the rules!"

"Oh my God," Wang Quanmin said with a look of pain on his face. Tears flowed from his wrinkled eyes. He beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret, "I killed Xiaofang. She was such a good child. It was me. It's all my fault!"

Shi Yirou and Su Ming felt sorry for what they heard. Although life and death were always determined by fate in the game, it was still heartbreaking to hear an old man expressing regret and pain in front of them.

"What is this?" Baichuan's usually cold voice sounded under everyone's feet. He pulled open the bed curtain and pointed under the bed.

Everyone came over and gasped. The room was eerily quiet for a moment. A pair of bright red embroidered shoes were neatly placed under Fang Qingqing's bed. The carefully embroidered peonies on the shoes looked gorgeous, and the bright red satin showed a gorgeous luster in the morning light.

"This!" Wang Quanmin looked at the bottom of the bed in shock. "What on earth did Xiaofang get into?"

"I don't know what she has done," Bai Chuan's voice was calm, but it reminded people of the wind on the Arctic glacier. He stood up and looked down at the trembling old man with a face full of regret. Bai Chuan's height and cold temperament gave people a strong sense of oppression. "But you know what you have done."