When their lips parted, Yunmo blushed and nestled in Chuwan's arms for a while to recover.
With his arms wrapped around Chu Wan's waist, Yun Mo blushed and panted, "Sister Wan, how come you're so good at kissing?"
Chu Wan paused for a moment, then said expressionlessly, "Mobile phone tutorial."
? ? ?
Yunmo was dumbfounded.
His cheeks flushed, and he buried himself deeper into Chu Wan's arms, whispering shyly:
"Then...then I'll go back and learn too."
Chu Wan held Yun Mo in her arms, letting him catch his breath for a while, then gently patted his shoulder and pointed to the morgue next to her.
Yunmo's face still had a blush. He released her and straightened up.
His gaze swept over the neatly arranged mortuary beds, which were packed full of people, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
How could I feel like I was being spied on after hugging and kissing Sister Wan for so long in front of them?
On second thought, they are invisible now; even the living can't see them, let alone corpses.
Hmm... I still feel it's a bit disrespectful.
He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, bent over, and muttered incantations:
"Amitabha Buddha, I had no intention of offending you."
"May there be no suffering in heaven, Amen."
Chu Wan stared at him blankly for a moment, realizing that his beliefs were somewhat mixed.
Yunmo blushed again instantly and pointed to the morgue behind him.
Chu Wan smiled faintly in her eyes, turned her head, took out disposable gloves from her pocket, put them on, and lifted the pale white shroud.
A stiff face was exposed to the air. Although the face was cold and bloodless, one could still see that the person was handsome when they were alive.
Chu Wan took out her phone and compared the two images. Judging from their appearances, it was undoubtedly Gu Junci's younger brother. She felt around his face but found no trace of him wearing a human skin mask.
But Chu Wan carefully lifted the entire shroud and compared it with all the relevant information Lu Zhufeng had sent her.
Appearance, height, figure...
There's no problem in any aspect.
As for more detailed information, Lu Zhufeng couldn't get it for the time being.
Gu Junci valued this younger brother more than her own life, protecting him extremely well. She rarely went out and could only obtain this basic information in a short period of time.
After a fruitless search, just as Chu Wan was about to cover the shroud back up, Yun Mo suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Sister Wan, wait a minute."
He frowned as he gazed at the pale corpse lying on the hospital bed, his eyes filled with contemplation.
After a moment, Chu Wan looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Is there a problem?"
Yunmo was momentarily lost in thought and didn't hear what she said. Then, a faint light suddenly appeared in his eyes as he stared intently at the corpse's face.
His pupils contracted slightly, and the next moment, he formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation. Strands of light overflowed from his fingertips and swirled around the corpse's face.
Floating light appeared, and black mist began to emanate from the corpse's face, as if a human skin woven from black mist was being slowly peeled away.
As the black mist dissipated, an unfamiliar face suddenly appeared before the two.
Chu Wan's pupils trembled slightly. Yun Mo explained, "It's a kind of strange technique similar to an illusion."
His eyes were grave, and his voice was low: "The teacher's suspicions were indeed correct. This is not the body of Gu Junci's younger brother."
Chu Wan's face was tense. She raised her hand to pull the shroud up, when suddenly, a strange purple symbol bloomed on the corpse's forehead.
The next instant, a bewitching purple light emanated from it, and a low, magnetic, and effeminate laugh suddenly rang out.
Hehe~
Purple light converged and intertwined to form a slender figure. When Yun Mo Chu Wan turned around, she met a pair of eyes that gleamed with an evil, eerie light.
Their once clear gazes instantly became empty and dull, their movements stiff and numb. In the blink of an eye, they were like two soulless, lifeless puppets, motionless.
Where the purple light converged, a sinister figure dressed in a long black gauze dress emerged, exuding an eerie and evil aura, like a blooming black lotus.
Hehe~
"The bait is ready, the cold night has arrived, we can..."
"It's open."
With a slight upturn of his narrow eyes, Aisie Hall glanced at Yunmo and Chuwan, who were being controlled, and gave a soft, sinister laugh, his eyes filled with an indescribable eeriness.
Several streaks of purple light flicked from his fingertips, and the three figures vanished instantly.
Everything fell silent, as if it had never happened.
*
Darkness, endless darkness.
Thick fog blocked all visibility.
Faintly, the sound of ocean waves could be heard, and the mist slowly thinned and dispersed.
"elder sister."
"elder sister."
A familiar call came from the mist, but it was extremely hoarse, powerless, and even desperate.
My heart clenched, my gaze wandered, and I desperately wanted to pierce through the fog and find the source of the sound.
The fog thinned, and a thin, frail figure could be vaguely seen lying in the chaos.
A strong convulsion surged through me, and my gaze kept focusing on that slender figure.
In an instant, the mist dissipated, revealing a pool of blood that was constantly overflowing. A thin, frail figure lay in the center of the blood, his handsome face deathly pale, and blood gushing from his mouth.
Beneath her lay a pool of blood like a blooming crimson lotus, the frail figure in the center like a broken flower heart about to wither in a storm, its fragile life force constantly fading away.
Her blood-stained eyelashes trembled slightly. In the final moment of her decay, she raised her eyes with all her might, her eyes filled with blood, and her lips moved slightly.
There was no sound, but the mouth shape was "sister".
"My sweet baby!"
A tearing pain and an intense feeling of suffocation swept over her, and she used all her strength to try to run towards him.
A thick fog suddenly gathered, obscuring the view once more, and endless darkness enveloped them from behind—
"Sister, sister."
In the room, the bedside lamp cast a dim, yellowish light. Xiao Wujie, wearing only a thin nightgown, sat on the bed, reached out and picked up Chu Liyue, holding her in his arms.
At this moment, her face was covered in cold sweat, her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and her slender hands were gripping Xiao Wujie's wrist, with blue veins bulging on the back of her fair hands.
She kept calling out "my darling" in a soft, indistinct way.
Did you have a nightmare?
Although her wrist was gripped painfully, Xiao Wujie did not resist. He reached for a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, continuing to call her softly.
With a sudden furrow of her beautiful brows, Chu Liyue opened her eyes wide, her eyes bloodshot and filled with a terrifying crimson hue.
This was the first time Xiao Wujie had seen fear in her eyes. The moment she opened her eyes, her panicked gaze immediately focused on his face.
Almost simultaneously, she reached out with lightning speed, grabbed Xiao Wujie's shoulders, and suddenly flipped herself up.
His usually calm, icy eyes trembled slightly as his gaze swept rapidly up and down.
As if struck by a sudden thought, she impulsively lifted Xiao Wujie's clothes, revealing his well-defined, pale chest and flat stomach, a completely smooth expanse.
She visibly breathed a sigh of relief, her long hair disheveled, a few stray strands falling across her forehead, obscuring the almost fearful emotion in her eyes.
The next instant, she suddenly pulled Xiao Wujie into her arms with astonishing force, as if she were using all her strength to meld him into her very bones.
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