Chapter 134
Chen Zui's hands were pinching Le Ziyou's waist. He could touch her flat and slender waist in the middle by pinching his fingers from both sides.
Le Ziyou has no muscles on his body, so with a waist like this, you can definitely see its shape clearly.
Chen Zui's attention was not on his waist, but he slowly lowered his head and moved closer, until his nose was almost touching. He took a deep breath towards Le Ziyou. Le Ziyou's red lips opened slightly, and he saw something like a light golden mist being sucked out by Chen Zui. It was Yang Qi.
The Yang energy flowed into Chen Zui's lungs through his nasal cavity, making him tilt his head back slightly with pleasure. His sharp eyes narrowed. He couldn't even describe how good it felt.
If I have to say, it feels better than masturbating himself.
The scene is weird. The sleeping man is trapped in a nightmare of sleep paralysis and knows nothing. A male ghost is lying on him, slowly sucking out his yang energy. There is also a male ghost who has fainted under the bed.
Chen Zui's lifeless face was filled with a bit more desire.
Aotian warned: [Don't inhale too much, or you'll kill him.]
It has always kept its visual perception closed because the target was sleeping naked. As Chen Zui's best partner, it has a very particular system and will never look at its partner's wife.
Le Ziyou's body, whose yang energy was sucked away, lifted up unconsciously. The first part to move was his slender waist, which was tensed and pressed upward by Chen Zui, unable to move, like a toy that could not escape.
Chen Zui rubbed his thumb around his belly button.
At the same time, he slowly sent back the Yang Energy he had sucked out. Although a little less Yang Energy would not cause any problem for a young man like Le Ziyou, at most he would just feel a little tired, but there was no point in him keeping the Yang Energy. After all, he was not a fierce ghost who cultivated by eating people.
Just a top-notch lung refreshment.
Le Ziyou finally relaxed, his tense waist no longer tensed, but he was still struggling with sleep paralysis, mumbling anxiously.
Chen Zui inhaled the yang energy a few more times.
It was a great pleasure.
——
Morning
Le Ziyou, who had been sleeping paralyzed for a whole night, suddenly kicked one foot downwards, and his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened, staring wide, with his pupils trembling.
Increased breathing.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I was really awake and opened my eyes.
It took a long time for his breathing to calm down. Le Ziyou sat up tiredly with the help of his arms. He felt like he was going to dig his eyes out but he couldn't. He was in great pain.
He yawned, and water appeared in the corners of his eyes. With his sleepy head, he looked unkempt and pitiful.
When I got out of bed, I noticed the red marks on both sides of my waist and touched them in confusion.
What's this?
One line on each side, quite symmetrical.
Did you get hit?
Le Ziyou didn't care too much. When he looked at himself in the mirror while washing up, he felt that his face was pale. He pinched his chin and looked left and right, and it seemed that he had dark circles under his eyes.
"Eh..." He sighed, "I really do age quickly after I turn 25."
Yesterday was his 25th birthday, and today he looks old.
After he finished packing, he went out. He stopped at the door and looked at the scorching sun outside. He walked out with a frown and drooping eyes. Surprisingly, it was not as hot as he thought, and it was even a little cool.
He looked up at the sun and did not see the black umbrella in the middle that covered him.
Aotian has already started secretly, although Chen Zui has lost his memory, taking care of his wife has become a habit. Hehehe, otherwise, with Chen Zui's personality, how could he be so considerate to a mission target he just dealt with.
Unless it was to gain favor, but it was obviously impossible for him to do so now, but he still did it naturally.
Le Ziyou went to the hospital. He was familiar with the people there. As soon as he appeared, everyone took the initiative to greet him. The nurse explained his grandmother's condition to him.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Sister Dan."
Le Ziyou went to the ward and saw Aunt Zhang, the nurse, feeding Grandma. The old lady smiled brightly as soon as she saw him. He walked over and took the lunch box from Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, let me do it."
Aunt Zhang made room for him: "The old lady was still talking about you, and here you are."
Le Ziyou scooped up some rice porridge with a spoon, blew on it, and fed it to his grandmother who had been looking at him the whole time: "Are you talking about those embarrassing things when I was a child again, old lady? You are making your grandson lose face~"
The old man laughed, and Aunt Zhang also laughed.
Grandma took a mouthful of porridge and said, "My dear, you've lost weight."
He raised his hand and touched Le Ziyou's face, looking distressed.
Le Ziyou smiled sweetly and obediently, and even put his face against the old man's palm: "I'm not thin, I'm stronger now, I was just fat before~"
Grandma touched his face and said, "Eat more. My dear, you won't get fat."
Aunt Zhang was peeling an apple and said seriously, "Son, you can't lose any more weight. We don't need to lose weight. Health is the most important thing."
He stuffed the peeled apple into Le Ziyou's hand and said, "If you don't eat more while you're young and have a good appetite, when you get old your taste buds will deteriorate and nothing will taste good. Eat!"
Le Ziyou really didn't lose weight. What could he lose? It might be because he hasn't been eating regularly recently.
Chen Zui looked at the happy group of people, his eyes fell on the white-haired old man lying on the hospital bed, thinking that he would not live long. Then he looked at Le Ziyou, who could act cute and make the old man happy even by eating an apple.
Birth, old age, sickness and death, a person's fate is predetermined.
Le Ziyou stayed here for a whole day. He was usually busy making money and had little time to spend with his grandmother, so he would come here whenever he had time. Before leaving, he went to pay the five-digit hospital bill.
Chen Zui didn't do anything to him today.
After returning, Leziyou continued to do what he was supposed to do.
Xu Shuhuai under the bed has woken up, but Chen Zui will not let him out. After all, Leziyou comes home, draws the curtains, takes a shower, and then takes off all the clothes and walks around.
——
With nothing to do, Le Ziyou went to set up a fortune-telling stall under the overpass the next day. Two men were attracted to him and pretended to tell his fortune.
He cheated one out of fifty and the other out of a hundred.
Gave the two people a fake contact information.
After earning 150 yuan, he packed up and went home. When he entered the corridor, it was pitch black. It seemed that the light was completely broken.
He took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it in front of him, staring at the stairs as he climbed up step by step.
Follow the steps and turn, turn - and turn again.
Le Ziyou, who had been climbing for a long time, stopped and raised his mobile phone to take a picture of the house number on the door next to him.
3-2
His brows furrowed.
How could he have only climbed to the third floor?
He turned at least 8 corners.
Le Ziyou continued to climb up in confusion and successfully reached the 4th floor.
I was a little worried, but then I put it down again. I must have remembered it wrong.
Then climb up and turn a corner to reach the 5th floor. His house is at the entrance of the stairs.
Thinking of this, I quickened my pace, step by step, step by step, and then step by step...
Endless stairs.
Le Ziyou stopped with a grim expression. In his sight, there were clearly 5 more stairs to reach the 5th floor. When the light of his mobile phone shone over there, he stared intently and took another step up. His breathing stopped. There were still 5 more stairs ahead!
No change!
He stepped back one step, but there were still 5 steps in front of him!
No, no.
Am I dreaming? Or what?
Le Ziyou's brain was shocked, and he suddenly ran up like crazy, as if he wanted to run up the stairs when no one was paying attention.
The corridor was filled with the echo of his footsteps, and each echo made him more panicked.
While running, his foot slipped and Le Ziyou held onto the guardrail to steady himself. He bent over and panted, with sweat dripping down his face.
Damn it, he's been running for so long without turning and he's still on the steps!
Le Ziyou pursed his dry lips, then slowly pointed the phone in his hand upwards.
He also looked over nervously.
It was pitch black all around, with only the tiny light from the flashlight illuminating the first and second steps...
Until the fifth step.
Le Ziyou stared at the five steps that he couldn't climb.
Suddenly a shadow appeared on the steps.
He was so frightened that his pupils shrank instantly. He turned his head sharply to look behind him, but there was nothing behind him but darkness.
He held onto the railing with such force that veins popped out, preventing himself from sitting directly on the ground.
The goose bumps all over his body showed his fear.
Le Ziyou mustered up his courage and turned his head stiffly, but he didn't dare to look. He muttered incoherently, "Taishang Laojun, hurry up and obey the command. I don't care who you are, just go away... Amitabha..."
He prepared himself mentally for a long time before he dared to look at the five steps again.
The shadow was still there, turning towards him little by little from its original sideways position, its movements stiff and jerky.
He quickly turned his head back: "Fuck!"
It's a head!
Above the shoulders!
He reached into his backpack tremblingly. He had brought a few amulets with him since he was setting up a fortune-telling stall today, and he threw them all over.
"Go away quickly. I'm telling you, I'm a Heavenly Master. Be careful or I'll catch you."
"I'll give you three counts. If you don't leave..."
“3!”
After counting this number, he turned around and ran downstairs.
If you don’t leave, I will!
If I can’t go upstairs, can’t I go downstairs?
He ran downstairs, and the lights that were originally off suddenly lit up. The sudden light scared Le Ziyou so much that he covered his head and face and shrank to the corner of someone else's door and wall.
"Don't kill me!"
"I'm a fake Heavenly Master. I've never killed a ghost!"
His voice was hoarse from shouting those two sentences, and he curled up into a ball like a shivering little mouse.
The door opposite opened, and the owner of the house peeked out and saw "that pile".
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Hearing the voice full of the breath of life, Le Ziyou finally revealed his head, and at the same time, a pair of tearful eyes were revealed.
Meet the homeowner's eyes.
Homeowner: “Are you okay?”
Le Ziyou stared at him without blinking. He was someone he had seen before. He curled his lips, tried not to cry, and got up from the ground and brushed off the dust on his body.
"fine."
The ending tone is a bit choked.
The landlord looked at him again, said nothing more, and planned to close the door and go back.
Le Ziyou: "Wait a minute!"
The landlord looked at him, and Le Ziyou walked over awkwardly, a little embarrassed: "Um... could you please give me a ride? I live on the fifth floor."
His face, which had just turned pale with fright, now turned red.
The landlord looked at the tall young man, whom he had met before when going up and down the stairs. After confirming that he was a resident here, he agreed.
Le Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."
This time he reached the 5th floor smoothly and Le Ziyou finally returned home.
He collapsed in the chair, exhausted both physically and mentally, hugging his pillow in a daze.
What happened just now?
Are there really ghosts in this world?
When this thought came to his mind, Xu Shuhuai stretched out a hand from under the bed, but before it could touch Le Ziyou's leg, Chen Zui stepped on it.
The soles of the feet are rolling.
The other person's fingers curled up.
Le Ziyou recalled the shadow he saw, it looked like a man.
Male ghost?
Why did the male ghost look for him?
"Depend on!"
"I won't attract both men and male ghosts, will I?"
Le Ziyou was speechless and helpless. He went to the wall to look at his things, counted them one by one, took a little and piled them at the door to prevent ghosts from following him in.
I was so tense when taking a shower. It was a pity that there was no hot water, otherwise I could have relaxed by taking a hot shower.
Le Ziyou kept thinking about what happened on the stairs. He couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, and didn't dare to turn off the light. His eyes kept moving around, looking here and there.
Suddenly I felt my waist being pinched.
Le Ziyou looked over and saw nothing, but he clearly felt someone touching him.
And she touched his chest directly!
He almost jumped up, but seemed to be held down by something and couldn't move.
Sleep paralysis again?
That’s not right, I’m awake now!
He clearly saw his nipples become convex.
What!
Still a pervert!
The next second, his neck was suddenly strangled and he felt suffocated.
Le Ziyou was strangled by the neck. His instinct made him want to struggle but he couldn't move. All his bones were exerting force but it was of no use.
The hand that was pinching him was so strong that it felt like it could break his neck at will.
When he was grabbed by the neck, he was relieved and glad that the other party was not a pervert. Now he hopes that the other party is a pervert. Nothing is more important than life. He has to stay alive and make money.
His face flushed red, he felt dizzy, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Makes him look like he's been fucked.
Chen Zui rolled his eyes and looked at the little Lezi who was swimming happily. This situation might be caused by a perverted M. Another possibility was that the abnormal erection was caused by hypoglycemia or acidosis caused by suffocation.
Chen Zui loosened his grip on Le Ziyou's hand, and the moment Le Ziyou regained the right to breathe, he bounced on Xiao Lezi, feeling the excitement of surviving the disaster, the tense and deadly stimulation, the heavy and intense breathing, and the touch he felt at that moment.
Let Le Ziyou release all the accumulated energy recently as he curled up, coughing and retching.
The man almost fell to the ground.
His face was covered with tears and saliva, and his body and the ground were covered with blood. He seemed to be coughing his thin body into pieces. He looked a little pitiful, but Chen Zui's gaze fell on his red eyes.
She's beautiful when she cries.
It took Lezi a while for his body to return to normal. He didn't care at all that he was almost strangled to death. He nervously put on his clothes as quickly as possible, put on his backpack and was about to leave.
But when he gripped the door handle, he couldn't help but think of what happened in the corridor.
Is it safe outside?
Can he escape?
Chen Zui sat on the only chair in the house, his long legs elegantly crossed, looking at Le Ziyu who was in a dilemma at the door as if it had nothing to do with him.
Leziyou: Where to go?
Go to Mi Jin's place? But will I bring dirty things with me?
Go to a hotel, but staying in a hotel costs money.
He hesitated for a long time before finally letting go of the handle. He turned around and looked at the entire house, which he could see at a glance. "Are you still there? What do you want? As long as you don't hurt me, I'll do anything for you!"
Chen Zui moved his legs up and down and did not respond to him.
Le Ziyou: "Did you die unjustly or what? If you want revenge, tell me who your enemy is, and I will do my best to help you get revenge."
As the saying goes, it is better for me to die than for my friend to die. Of course, it is better for others to die than to die myself.
Le Ziyou tightened his grip on the backpack strap, his eyes darting back and forth: "I'm a good person. I've never done anything bad. I don't think there's any hatred between us. Please let me go."
He muttered to himself, but received no response.
His mouth was dry from talking, and after enduring for a while, he moved away from the door along the wall, went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and then moved back to the door like a crab.
From standing to squatting and finally sitting directly on the ground.
He finally couldn't speak anymore and closed his mouth. His eyelids were drooping and in the second half of the night he fell asleep leaning against the door with his bag in his arms. Under the light, you could still see the tear marks on his face, making him look like a harlequin cat.
Chen Zui: "How pitiful."
Aotian said nothing. Aotian felt sorry for Chen Zui. Aotian turned around and went to ask Chen Zui for compensation.
——
During the day, Le Ziyou felt that it should be safer, so he went into the bathroom, washed up as quickly as possible, and hurried out.
Chen Zui didn't follow him and dragged Xu Shuhuai out from under the bed.
This time, Xu Shuhuai didn't stare at him. Perhaps he finally realized that his behavior was useless, and he really didn't want to be stuffed under the bed like this.
Chen Zui: "What other powerful ghosts do you know?"
Xu Shuhuai realized what Chen Zui wanted to do. He looked at Chen Zui. This handsome face was really deceptive. He didn't expect that he would be a warmonger.
Nodded.
Chen Zui hooked his hand, and the evil spirit blocking his mouth retreated.
Even though Xu Shuhuai was a ghost, he still felt his jaw ache. "I'm telling you, let me go."
Chen Zui: “No.”
He refused with confidence.
Xu Shuhuai had never seen such an unreasonable person. Since he asked him, shouldn't he negotiate terms with him?
Chen Zui: "Actually, I can ask any ghost about this matter. It doesn't have to be you."
After hearing what he said, Xu Shuhuai felt that he should thank him for asking himself?
Chen Zui: "But I'm not unreasonable. Tell me and I won't block your mouth anymore."
Xu Shuhuai then realized that it was not that he did not want to discuss conditions, but that the conditions had to be set by this man, and the conditions he offered were really insignificant.
But he was not stupid, he still remembered why he was targeted by this man.
Xu Shuhuai: "I will give up the Leisure Tour."
After becoming ghosts, their eyes could not show any changes in emotion, so Chen Zui did not show any regret in his eyes. He felt sorry for Xu Shuhuai who missed the first chance he gave him.
And he never intended to give him a second chance.
It is up to him to decide whether to give up Le Ziyou or not. The decision is in his hands, and Chen likes to hold the decision in his own hands the most. It is not about whether Xu Shuhuai gives up Le Ziyou or not, but whether he gives him this opportunity or not.
A ball of ghost energy rushed straight to Xu Shuhuai's mouth again.
Xu Shuhuai dodged backwards: "I'll tell you!"
——
Chen Zui held a black umbrella and floated towards the address provided by Xu Shuhuai.
It's a cemetery.
Although it was daytime when Chen Zui arrived, there were still some ghosts floating around. He was picking up the offerings he had received and flying towards a ghost under a tree.
The ghost figure had a green face and fangs and looked very powerful. He was sitting on the back of a ghost. The ghost was kneeling on the ground with his hands supporting himself, acting as a chair.
Looking at the ghost, it was still an old man.
There were also little ghosts fanning themselves next to them. In addition, there were female ghosts dancing and male ghosts making fun of others. The ghosts who had received offerings knelt down respectfully and presented the tributes with both hands.
The rest of the ghosts were divided into two sides, standing still with their heads down as if they were being punished.
Maybe he didn't dare to move.
It sounds like the surname of a poor boss under the rule of a tyrant.
Aotian: [The ghost world has no laws and is a more cruel world.]
Chen Zui's appearance attracted the attention of these ghosts.
The green-faced and fang-toothed ghost king Zhi threw away the tribute that had just been put into his mouth. There had been no new people buried here in the past two days, so the man in front of him must be a wandering ghost from somewhere else.
He winked at his lackey.
The other party immediately walked towards Chen Zui in a swagger, and the dancing female ghost retreated to both sides.
Dogleg: "Where are you from?"
Chen Zui pressed the button on the umbrella handle, folded the black umbrella, and then swung the umbrella in his hand towards Gou Legs. The wind and clouds rolled up, making the cemetery look spooky.
Some of the worshippers looked around and quickened their pace.
The dog's legs were picked up by Chen Zui's umbrella and flew backwards towards Wang Zhi, and their color became lighter.
Wang Zhi realized that the person coming was not friendly, so he waved his hand to knock the flying dog leg aside, stood up from his special chair, clenched his fists, shook his wrists and rushed towards Chen Zui.
The flowing ghost energy lifted the hem of Chen Zui's windbreaker that hung to his calves. He swung the umbrella in his hand towards Wang Zhi's head. Wang Zhi raised his arm to block it. Chen Zui pressed the button on the umbrella handle, and the black umbrella opened behind Wang Zhi's head. As he exerted force towards himself, the opened umbrella covered Wang Zhi's head and moved towards him.
He led me around in circles.
An umbrella in Chen Zui's hand became a powerful weapon, opening and closing it from time to time, turning a fierce fight into a highly entertaining art form.
This made the ghosts watching ignore how brutal Chen Zui's attack was.
Chen Zui spun around and kicked Wang Zhi's neck with his long legs like flying. His neck was kicked crooked, and he hooked Wang Zhi's neck with his feet and threw him to the ground.
He folded the umbrella again, turning it into a sharp weapon in his hand, and stabbed it into the head of the fallen Wang Zhi.
Once, twice,
Wang Zhi began to beg for mercy, but Chen Zui heard it but didn't care. Under his attack, Wang Zhi's ghost energy became weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared.
Only then did Chen Zui stop.
The gathered ghosts looked in shock at this male ghost who had appeared from nowhere. He seemed even more violent than Wang Zhi. They wondered if he was going to take over this territory and continue to enslave them, or...
Chen Zui glanced at the dark sky and decided it was time to go back.
Turn around and leave.
The ghosts stared at him blankly until he disappeared, and they didn't come to their senses, not realizing that the tyrant who enslaved them had been completely killed.
——
Aotian: [You love fighting.]
Chen Zui thought that fighting ghosts had one advantage: it wouldn't get his clothes dirty. He smiled when he heard Ao Tian's words: "Because I'm not a good person."
Returning to Le Ziyou's residence, the result was -
Chen Zui looked at the empty house and was really surprised.
Aotian: [Oh my~ I scared my wife away~]
I have to say that Le Ziyou is really a man of action. The only one left in the whole house is the tied-up Xu Shuhuai. Although Xu Shuhuai's expression cannot show it, he is indeed in a state of gloating.
Chen Zui turned his wrist, and the ghost energy that bound Xu Shuhuai extended out, like a dog chain, and was held in Chen Zui's hand.
He just pulled Xu Shuhuai away like this.
——
Le Ziyou was tidying up his newly rented house, so he thought nothing should happen.
The world is so big and there are so many people. Even if the ghost searches door to door, it will take several lifetimes to find me.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved.
This house was rented in a hurry. It is a little bigger than the previous one and has a small kitchen.
Le Ziyou made a spicy hotpot for himself, which was just stir-frying various ingredients together with hotpot base. The taste was quite good. Paired with rice, he ate two bowls in one meal!
After eating and drinking, he was tired after a day of hard work.
I fell asleep soon after lying down, but the light was still on because I was still a little scared.
Chen Zui walked in holding Xu Shuhuai's hand and kicked him under the bed.
He looked at Le Ziyou who was sleeping soundly and wondered why he was wearing clothes to sleep tonight?
He pinched the slender waist, lowered his head and took a deep breath.
He was so happy that he almost agreed.
Le Ziyou fell into a nightmare again. He couldn't open his eyes, move a finger, or make a sound for help.
Chen Zui inhaled the yang energy again and again.
He returned it to Le Ziyou after he was done, but this time he kissed her directly in return.
Very soft lips.
The toothpaste you use should be orange flavored.
Because of his strong ghost power, as long as he wants, Le Ziyou can feel some of his touch, as if touching a physical entity.
Chen felt so happy that he ended the kiss for most of the night and stopped absorbing the yang energy.
Seeing Le Ziyou's lips swollen from his kisses, she even developed an appetite for him.
Chen Zui licked his lower lip.
"You can't escape."
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