Chapter 99 Wedding and mourning (30) (2)
He lay flat on the bed with his fork in front of his chest, motionless like a corpse.
But now, Zhao Zhen's bed was a mess, the quilt and sheets were rolled into a ball, the pillow was torn, and the cotton wool inside was scattered out in a large ball.
In the messy pile of bedding, large patches of blood red looked extremely glaring on the white bedding.
He only felt that his eyes were stinging with pain, and an absurd guess unwillingly emerged in his mind.
"...Zhao Zhen?" His voice was shaking, but he still held on to his posture and asked: "Give me a reply immediately, don't try to scare me! Otherwise, you can expect to be banned!"
But no one answered him.
Only the quilt slowly turned over.
He subconsciously held his breath and stared at the bedding without blinking. He had already thought about how to scold Zhao Zhen after confirming that Zhao Zhen was safe and sound.
However, what stretched out from the quilt was an arm covered in blood.
The rough, short, dark blue palm was stiff and heavy, with streaks of flesh still remaining between the nails. Bright red blood flowed down the arm, soaking the white bedding.
That was not Zhao Zhen's hand.
He subconsciously took half a step back.
Zhao Zhen's hands are very beautiful, and the shape of her fingers is very nice. She doesn't even need to use hand models for close-up shots. Although Zhao Zhen's hands have many small scars, they are all proof of her hard work in acting.
Instead of a pair of rough, ugly...
Hands covered in blood.
While he was stunned, the person under the quilt finally revealed his face.
The "person" lying on Zhao Zhen's bed had blood all over his face, and he was still chewing a piece of bloody raw meat in his mouth, which looked like thigh meat. His face was pale and cold, and there was a knife wound on his neck.
Apparently he had been dead for a long time.
So, what is this corpse chewing in its mouth...?
At that moment, the fear of another possibility even outweighed his fear of ghosts.
He didn't want to know how the dead body appeared in his room, nor did he want to know why the dead body could still move.
He just wanted to find an excuse to prove to himself that Zhao Zhen was still alive and well, and not food in the mouth of a dead body!
When Song Ci was chased out of the room, he was still thinking about Zhao Zhen.
But he soon discovered that not only was there a problem in his own room, but at least there was a problem in Lu Xingxing's and the others' room as well!
Through the wide-open door, blood could be vaguely seen all over the floor, and the furniture and bedding were in a mess, as if a fierce battle had taken place.
But Song Ci didn't have time to look at it carefully.
Because after he ran out, more dead bodies appeared from the yard and wanted to catch him.
Song Ci knew what would happen if he was caught by those things.
So even though he was not good at sports and his lungs felt like they were about to explode from running, every breath was painful, and his feet lost their slippers and were rubbed raw by the rough ground, he still gritted his teeth and did not give up.
He didn't know where to run, but he only knew that if he didn't run, he would die.
But this fool, this fool!
Song Ci opened his mouth and tried desperately to breathe like a dehydrated fish, while glaring at An Nanyuan beside him fiercely: "Didn't you say you were going to look for Brother Yan? Are you standing here to imitate the Buddha and cut your flesh to feed the eagle? Wake up!"
As he said that, he viciously reached out and twisted An Nanyuan's waist.
An Nanyuan came back to his senses with the pain, and immediately sped up his pace, which had been running subconsciously. After seeing Song Ci's pale face, he hurriedly half-dragged and half-pulled Song Ci to continue running forward.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just suddenly felt that this scene seemed a little familiar, as if I had dreamed of it before, so I was distracted."
"You're distracted even when trying to escape. If you want to die, don't take me with you!" Song Ci shouted angrily.
Yan Shixun's room soon appeared in front of him. When An Nanyuan saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face: "Here we are, with Brother Yan we are saved..."
But An Nanyuan suddenly stopped talking halfway through.
He always felt that he had experienced this feeling before.
It was as if he had just had a dream, and everything he was experiencing now seemed to have been seen in the dream.
He even had a premonition that when he knocked on Yan Shixun's door, he would find that Yan Shixun was not in the room.
Song Ci was puzzled by An Nanyuan's hesitation, but An Nanyuan swallowed his saliva, called "Brother Yan" tremblingly, and pushed the door without knocking.
“Squeak—”
The nightmare reappears.
The room was empty, with no sign of Yan Shixun.
Behind them, a dead body covered in blood was approaching.
Both of their bodies froze, then they slowly turned around and looked behind them.
The corpse's hideous, stiff smile was reflected in the constricted pupils.
“Yan, brother——Ahhhh!!!”
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