Chapter 32 Dream (3) Yin Zhiyi likes him? -But he can't...

"Don't be afraid, Ah Man. Qiu Shui was able to make it through before, so you can do it, too."

Yin Zhiyi: ...

Okay, okay, after training your wife, you’ll train your son, right?

Before, when Yan Shiman hugged her and took a breath, she thought it was abnormal, but now it seems that compared with his original family, it is nothing.

As soon as someone stepped onto the altar, it began to glow blood-red. It was an extremely bizarre pattern, and one could tell at a glance that it was something extremely evil.

Strands of blood rose from the center, instantly forming a semicircular blood cage, like an alchemy furnace, enclosing everything inside.

Not long after, liquid began to drip from the sky. If it weren't for the inevitable fishy smell, Yin Zhiyi would have thought it was raining. However, it could indeed be said that it was raining, but it was a bloody rain.

Xiaoyan Shiman couldn't help trembling ever since he entered the altar. He was afraid that some corpse parts would fall from the sky, sometimes eyeballs, and land on his head, neck and shoulders. The wet and sticky touch made him feel extremely sick.

But fortunately, this time it was just some insignificant human blood, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He would be staying in there for a long time, and didn't want to be surrounded by dead bodies from the beginning, otherwise he would have no place to lie down when he slept at night.

As for Yin Zhiyi, although he was in the state of soul, the unavoidable stench was simply unbearable!

She hasn't felt so powerless for many years, and she wants to rush out and fight that pervert right now!

It would be best if we could beat him till he begged for mercy.

She can feel relieved.

An adult would find it difficult to endure such torture, let alone a child of five or six years old. I don’t know how he managed to survive the first two times.

But what she didn't expect was that Xiaoyan's expression didn't change at all, she just trembled uncontrollably.

But the more this happened, the more sad Yin Zhiyi felt.

What kind of life did you live before?

Yin Zhiyi didn’t know when he would wake up from the dream. This dream didn’t seem to be as short as the last one.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yin Zhiyi was a bit bored. Every day he could only complain about the filth falling from the sky and then stare at Xiaoyan.

Just by looking at it this way, she actually discovered something. Xiaoyan had someone hiding something in her sleeves. She took it out every night to have a look, but he was very cautious, so even she couldn't see it clearly.

As time passed, it was a double torture both physically and mentally in this altar.

In the days that followed, some body fragments would fall from time to time, each one different. Soon there was no place to stay here, so Yin Zhiyi simply floated in the air.

Xiaoyan Shiman was miserable. He could only sleep on the corpse parts. The corpse parts were refined into blood, which then flowed along the rune lines to the center of the altar and then supplied him. More and more black lines appeared on his body, and even the white neck began to slowly appear.

With each additional black line, he had to endure the pain of bone scraping. At first, this pain only occurred once every few hours, but as the number of fine lines increased, the pain no longer had a chance to breathe.

He curled up like an extremely taut bow. The pain was indescribable. He felt as if every bone in his body was being stabbed by a sharp knife, slowly stirring, and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.

Yin Zhiyi couldn't bear to watch it.

She felt that maybe she could be nicer to Yan Shiman in the future.

A month passed in a flash, and Yin Zhiyi was surprised to find that there was no sign of him being ejected from the dream.

On the contrary, on the altar, layer upon layer of blood accumulated on Xiaoyan's body, forming a hard red shell.

At first Yin Zhiyi didn't notice it until a blood-colored thread hung up the red shell. Then she found that it was actually a huge pupa made of dead people's blood.

She floated up and looked left and right.

He called out tentatively, "Yan Shiman?"

After shouting, I realized that he couldn't hear me, so it was useless to shout.

Just as she was wondering how this man was going to escape, the next moment, she felt the air in her nose becoming thinner and thinner.

Like drowning, she fumbled around with her hands.

Could it be that this altar also has an effect on the soul and body?

It's really ridiculous.

It was not until a cold mechanical sound was heard that Yin Zhiyi immediately realized that the time had come.

【drop--】

[Countdown 3, 2, 1]

[Dear host, dream fragment*2 has been achieved. 】

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Yan Shiman suddenly opened his eyes from the illusion. If there was someone around at this moment, they would definitely be able to see the strong murderous intent in his eyes.

He frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. If he hadn't been taken advantage of just now, the ghost barrier of the female ghost would have been useless to him.

But it did help him recall the bad things that happened back then.

After escaping from that man, he met many people who had ill intentions towards him on the road. The one who impressed him the most was of course his good master. It seemed that they were really destined to meet each other, as both of them had plans and wanted to kill the other.

Fortunately, he was quite capable of doing it.

Yan Shiman sneered.

Suddenly, his face froze, and a pair of soft and flexible hands covered his waist, stroking downwards. His waist suddenly tensed, and his eyes became clear.

Only then did he realize that he was being embraced by someone, with his head buried in a soft and fragrant embrace.

Perhaps it was because the smell was too safe that he didn't notice anything was wrong when he woke up.

This discovery made his face darken.

He grabbed the hand that was about to go down, and said in a hoarse voice: "Miss!"

"Yan Shiman." The girl's voice was soft, as if she was whispering intimately.

Yan Shiman quickly withdrew from her arms, but found that this person had no intention of waking up at all!

Without support, Yin Zhiyi fell backwards subconsciously, and Yan Shiman quickly hugged her waist to prevent her from sinking out of the area of ​​the waterproof spell.

He had a strange look on his face. This was the second time. Did this person like to dream about him so much?

Thinking of what this man had done before, his temples throbbed wildly, and he came up with an incredible, yet obvious answer.

Yin Zhiyi likes him?

Do you like him so you dream about him every time? Even the illusion is him?

His heart beat a few more times uncontrollably.

Looking at the person sleeping peacefully in front of him, a blush appeared on his porcelain-white face, his lips slightly parted, revealing the soft tip of his tongue. He pursed his lips, like a predator's natural possessiveness over its prey, and wanted to bite it.

Yan Shiman turned his head away, but a sweet smell uncontrollably rushed into his nostrils.

It was the smell of Yin Zhiyi. Yan Shiman initially thought it was just the smell of sugar, but later he discovered that after the smell of the fruit candy dissipated, the fragrance on her body became even stronger.

Obviously... obviously she didn't have this smell before.

So because there is a new person in the shell, the body has also changed?

But so what? There was no way he could like her.

After all, he dislikes anything that has to do with love, and even hates it.

Yan Shi snorted in his heart.