Chapter 329 Wuxie: Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

They booked three two-bed rooms in total. In the evening, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wuxie was finally arranged to stay in the same room with Zhang Qiling.

The original arrangement was that Wuxie and Zhang Moyu shared a room, Zhang Qiling and Nan Xihe shared a room, and Hei Xiazi and Zhang Hailou shared a room.

But Zhang Qiling felt that Nan Xihe's chattering was like chanting a sutra to him, which was really annoying.

Between the two choices of suffering his own spirit and ears and leaving the trouble to Zhang Moyu, Zhang Qiling hesitated again and again. In the end, with a heavy heart and guilty conscience, he carried Nan Xihe to the guest room of Zhang Moyu and his friends.

Then when Wuxie came to open the door, he left Nan Xihe behind and silently pulled Wuxie away.

He would rather be a living evil-suppressing beast than listen to people chanting at him anymore.

As for why they didn't choose to replace Hei Xiazi or Zhang Hailou...

Haha, those two guys are one slutty and the other one playboy. It’s better to continue to endure Nan Xihe’s nagging than to sleep in the same room with them. At least Nan Xihe will definitely shut up when the knife is at her neck.

After they both finished washing up and were about to go to bed, Wuxie's stomach suddenly growled. He said hello with a hint of embarrassment, then ran into the bathroom holding his stomach.

"Brother, I feel like I have diarrhea from the cold wind. Turn off the lights and go to sleep. Don't worry about me."

Zhang Qiling glanced at the hurried Wuxie lightly, without even a response, and simply closed his eyes to rest and fall asleep.

Wuxie was sitting on the toilet, holding his cell phone and warmly replying to the caring text messages sent to him by his second and third uncles one by one, while at the same time he was having a passionate quarrel with Hei Xia Zi, who was only separated by a wall, on the Xiao Qilin software.

The reason was that Hei Xia Zi wanted to borrow his camera to take some interesting photos while exploring the way, but after Wu Xie knew that Hei Xia Zi would not take him, he was unwilling to be separated from his camera.

When Wuxie was in the middle of a heated argument, he suddenly felt the air behind his buttocks was cool. A stimulating chill suddenly went from his tailbone to the top of his head, and Wuxie couldn't help but shiver.

The subtle sixth sense came into play at this time. Wuxie half-lifted his pants and quickly moved away from the toilet, but he was still a step too slow and felt two cuts on his buttocks caused by something sharp.

"Fuck!"

Wuxie saw a bony claw that looked like a human hand sticking out of the toilet, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes and curse out loud.

There was no time to complain about his unlucky physique that would encounter ghosts even when he went to the toilet, nor did he care about his image at the moment. Wuxie subconsciously picked up the toilet plunger next to him as a weapon, pressed it hard on the claw, and then kicked it wildly...

Outside the bathroom door, Zhang Qiling came over with a knife in hand the moment Wuxie screamed.

Sensing the weak Yin energy behind the door and Wuxie's powerful and "fierce" fighting sounds, Zhang Qiling stood there expressionlessly for two seconds, then reached out and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Wu Xie had one foot on the toilet, and even though his clothes were disheveled, he was still trying to "unclog the toilet". Because he was trying too hard, his face not only turned red, but also had a ferocious expression.

Hearing Zhang Qiling's signature cold knock on the door, he held his breath and raised his voice to speak.

"Dude, it's okay! I can handle it!"

Wuxie clearly felt that the thing under the toilet plunger was becoming weaker and weaker. Soon he would be able to push it down, then press the flush button to send it back to its happy home in the sewer.

Zhang Qiling, who also determined that he did not need help, did not do anything else. He turned around and put the knife back next to his pillow, then went to bed without hesitation, leaving Wuxie who was struggling hard.

More than ten minutes later, amid the sound of flushing toilets, Wuxie tidied himself up, walked slowly to his bed, climbed onto the bed, and lay down on it with a resentful and empty look in his eyes.

Thinking of the two Band-Aids he had just put on his butt, and the fear of being almost killed by an unknown little ghost, Wuxie had never hated his ghost-attracting physique so much.

Damn it! Why is it always me who gets hurt?

Why do these ghosts and monsters choose to cause trouble only to him? Can't they find someone else to cause trouble to?

Is his physique really that attractive to ghosts?

It’s bad enough that he was at the bottom of the team in terms of combat power before, but now it’s obvious that Nan Xihe next door is an even softer persimmon than him. Why don’t those ghosts know how to adapt!

After complaining in his heart for a while, Wuxie fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Wuxie suddenly felt that he was having difficulty breathing while he was sleeping. It seemed like something was pressing on his back, so heavy that every breath he took was very difficult.

While struggling in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, Wuxie felt as if his body was disconnected. Not only could he not move his hands and feet, he couldn't even open his eyelids.

But he could feel that there seemed to be an old man in tattered clothes sitting cross-legged on his back, grinning at him with a mouthful of rotten teeth that were yellow to black, making his scalp tingle.

The cold sweat on his body slowly soaked his clothes, and Wuxie suddenly remembered that Zhang Qiling should be sleeping on the bed next to him.

Then I began to close and open my eyes hard in my dream, trying to wake up while trying to make a sound, even just a syllable.

He didn't try for long before Wuxie suddenly heard a crisp bell ringing in his ear. His body suddenly felt lighter, and he subconsciously felt that he should be able to wake up now.

After opening his eyes, Wuxie immediately realized that someone was standing in front of his bed. When he turned around and saw that the other person had a pair of golden animal eyes, Wuxie was shocked. Then he immediately realized that this was Zhang Qiling who had activated the power of his bloodline.

Seeing the hand-cranked bronze bell in the other person's hand, Wuxie was silent for a long time before finally saying something.

"Thank you, bro."

He actually had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, like, had that thing just now left? Why did the young man stand by his bed in the middle of the night, staring at him with his golden beastly eyes and scaring him?

Why does this bell look so similar to a bronze bell? Why did he wake up when he heard the bell? Why did the guy bring the bell with him when he went out? Where did this bell come from? And so on.

But thinking of Nan Xihe, the last person to become the subject of a hundred thousand whys, who was thrown out by the young man in disgust, Wuxie tactfully swallowed all his questions.

"I am here."

Zhang Qiling only said two words casually, but it gave Wuxie an unparalleled sense of security.

Wuxie tilted his head to look at Zhang Qiling's deep and pure golden animal eyes, coupled with his calm expression, which looked even more divine under the moonlight.

The sleepiness that had just been driven away by fear came back again. Wuxie closed his eyes with heavy eyelids and murmured softly in a whisper.

"Thank you..."