Chapter 12: God of prophecy, you have nothing to do with old Dencey once you get into your soul...

Chapter 12: God of prophecy, you have nothing to do with old Dencey once you get into your soul...

Fortunately, Huang Xize didn't stay long and left.

When he left, Taozi was still reluctant to let go, and followed his back for a while.

"The good times are always short," she concluded.

Ye Ying: ...I wish it would be shorter.

This meal exhausted her both physically and mentally, and she was afraid that something astonishing would come out of Tao Zi's mouth.

Tao Zi gave her a dissatisfied look: "Lust makes people young, you see you are with old Dence now, living a dark life."

Fuck your uncle, Ye Ying chewed the chicken viciously.

You don't know anything about old Densey.

But Tao Zi is Ye Ying's best friend after all, Ye Ying thinks about it and thinks it's better not to hide it from her.

But where to start?

How at first made her fall into deep thought, and finally she tentatively asked: "Taozi, do you still remember... that weasel you saw downstairs in the company?"

After she finished speaking, she wanted to slap herself—why did she choose this beginning?

How can this go on?

Tao Zi carelessly gnawed on the chicken wings: "I remember. It was the day you went on a blind date...huh?"

She put down the chicken wings suddenly, and looked at Ye Ying with interest: "Could it be that weasel is your blind date, and then you will fall in love with it at first sight and have a flash marriage—hahahahahaha."

Tao Zi was teased by herself, Ye Ying: "..."

Good guy, I call him good guy.

Are you telling the whole truth? !

Ye Ying looked at Tao Zi who was out of breath from laughing, and hesitated to speak.

Now if she tells Taozi that this is the case, she will be suspected instead, right? !

Ye Ying clenched her fists and propped her forehead, lost in thought.

She organized her words, and just as she was about to speak, a mobile phone was picked up in front of her eyes.

It was a screenshot, a screenshot of WeChat Moments.

A Xiaoxu from Lejia Real Estate: In XX, Yuedong District, the full price of 820,000 was sold, and I admire the boss's courage.

Misaki: Wuyuzi, isn’t it thirty thousand and one flat in XX? And they are all houses above 70 square meters, and there is such a price?

Snowpiercer szd: The one that made the headlines? ?

Bai Shuizhu: Didn't you say that someone died? How dare you buy it?

Maca Baga replied to Bai Shuizhu: Let’s talk about it.

Bai Shuizhu replied to Maka Baga: It is said that the previous and subsequent homeowners all hanged themselves, the whole family hanged themselves.

a seafood chrysanthemum offender: What kind of courage is not courageous, is poverty more terrifying than ghosts?

Ye Ying: "..."

Why does it feel like all the information is correct, is it her? Is it her?

Tao Zi took back her phone and sighed: "I saw it on the local hot tweets, it's good enough. Hey, isn't Yuedong District here? Besides your house, is there any community with 'Li' in its name?"

Ye Ying ate the chicken silently, not knowing how to react. On the other side, Taozi was still sighing: "This man is cruel enough, he bought it even though he knew it was a haunted house? Probably died of poverty."

Ye Ying: That's right, except that she didn't know it was a haunted house...you are right.

It's just poor!

"By the way," Tao Zi looked up at her, "What did you want to say just now?"

"…fine."

Ye Ying looked desolate and put down the fried chicken.

What else can she say at this moment? !

This fried chicken meal is full of peaches, but Ye Ying is unwilling to eat. After dinner, Ye Ying persuaded Tao Zi to leave on the grounds that there was new furniture in the house that had not been packed.

Looking at the back of Taozi getting into the taxi, Ye Ying was speechless.

For the first time this time, how could she open her mouth to tell the supernatural stories of the past few days? !

Ye Ying stood in the elevator and silently pressed the 19 button.

Leaning against the cool brushed stainless steel wall of the elevator, she let out a long breath.

Working all day and dealing with Tao Zi brought physical and mental exhaustion, so Ye Ying didn't notice anything unusual.

She just felt a little cold, so she rubbed her arms, and a little question "Has the air conditioner been turned on so early?" flashed in her mind.

So tired, how can I be so tired. Ye Ying frowned slightly, she didn't work overtime today, did she?

But the overwhelming tiredness swept over her nerves, making her hands and feet weak and drowsy.

It was only at this moment that Ye Ying realized that something was wrong. She desperately wanted to fight against this irresistible numbness, but obviously, this could not be done by will alone.

So Ye Ying bit her lip hard.

The scab wound that had been bitten yesterday and hadn't healed was torn open again, and severe pain came from his lips.

Ye Ying was shocked by the severe pain, and there was a glimmer of clarity in her foggy and chaotic mind. She opened her eyes, only to realize that she was already standing at the door of 2202.

Wait... She obviously pressed the button on the 19th floor, how did she come back here? !

What was even more frightening was that she found that one of her hands was already hanging in front of the fingerprint identification panel, making an action to open the door.

Thinking about it, if she hadn't woken herself up in time, she would have lost her mind and thrown herself into a trap right now.

Ye Ying hurriedly wanted to retreat, but she didn't think about it, but she couldn't.

She lowered her head in shock, and saw a translucent hand sticking out from the bottom of the anti-theft door, firmly grasping her ankle!

That hand was blue and black, with nails that were so short that they were turned into the flesh, and the edges were rough, as if they had been chewed by a dog. There are still many scars on it, although I have never seen it before, but Ye Ying immediately thought of it——

Corpse plaque.

Ye Ying suddenly became numb.

She reacted immediately, swung her bag and slammed it on that hand, and at the same time retreated her feet with all her might.

But the bag was smashed to nothing, but the strength on the ankle was real. She exerted too much force, and under the action of inertia, she fell backwards.

Ye Ying's heart sank suddenly.

Those who often watch horror movies know that once this person falls down, something will happen.

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to be a sacrifice in this haunted house. But this dilapidated house seemed to be at odds with her, even if she didn't live in it, she would be sniped by it.

Ye Ying gritted her teeth, **** it, fight it.

Spade here!

Of course the shovel didn't come, and the book wasn't Harx Potter.

Her back bumped into a solid meat shield.

The waist was surrounded by a strong arm, and Qing Yan jumped up from where the body touched, burning Ye Ying's right leg instantly. The ghost hand couldn't dodge in time, and was burned by the spreading blue flames.

The strength on the ankle disappeared immediately, and Ye Ying fell into the warm embrace behind her.

Huang Xize tightly held her in his arms, his expression gloomy. Ye Ying unconsciously raised her head to look at him, under the flames, his face was like a green jade.

Just as transparent and flawless, and just as…

cold.

When the green flame burned through Ye Ying's body, she only felt a slight heat rolling over her legs. To put it bluntly, it was a warm feeling of the sun shining on the body.

But obviously, for that hand, it was a real flame.

The ghost hand quickly changed from translucent to solid, and was scorched black by the blue flames. It kept twisting like it was alive, and made a burning "squeak, squeak".

Ye Ying watched this supernatural scene.

The sound reminded her of the sharp noise of fingernails scratching the blackboard, which was inexplicably creepy.

She collapsed in Huang Xize's arms, and was held by his arms so that she did not continue to slide down. Huang Xize noticed her weakness, so he simply bent down and hugged her horizontally.

Ye Ying didn't have the strength to be hypocritical at this moment, she stretched out her hands cooperatively to wrap around his slender neck, and buried her face in his neck.

The faint woody fragrance from Huang Xize's body spread to her side with body temperature, like some kind of enchantment, enveloping her.

He didn't look at the burned hand again. As if he was too lazy to wait for the elevator, Huang Xize hugged Ye Ying, went down the three floors from the safety stairs, and walked back to 1902.

Ye Ying thinks that there is such a thing as "aura". Not only people, but also houses.

For example, when standing in 2202, even when she first moved in and before she was attacked, she felt that the house was always cool and disturbing.

It seems that there is something dormant in the shadows where the lights can't reach.

It's just that at that time, she only felt that she had changed to an unfamiliar environment, and she was just supercilious.

But 1902 was different.

The lights are not turned on in the room now, but the curtains are not drawn either. The city lights outside shone in, and even the darkness had a quiet warmth.

or...

This feeling of peace of mind does not come from the house, but from the person next to me.

Huang Xize has practiced for hundreds of years, and the darkness has long been unable to affect his vision. Ye Ying was hugged and sat on the sofa by him, and finally recovered from her fear, she wanted to withdraw her leg in embarrassment, but was caught by her ankle.

That was the place where she was caught just now, Ye Ying hissed, but she didn't realize that it still hurts.

It must be a bruise.

Huang Xize raised his eyes and glanced at her, his outline faded into the darkness, but his eyes shone brightly against the faint city light.

Ye Ying suddenly remembered the way he looked at her by the candlelight on the wedding night.

Her face was inexplicably burning, and she quickly lowered her head to look at her ankle.

Huang Xize's slender fingers rested on her slender ankles. Inexplicably so...

lust.

Ye Ying dug her fingers into the fabric sofa, forcibly suppressing her urge to think about it.

Just as he was distracted, blue flames lit up between Huang Xize's fingers. Ye Ying suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

Huang Xize was a little dazed by her yelling, his hands stopped in mid-air, and there was a rare look of bewilderment on his face.

Ye Ying stretched out her hand, pulled up the wide-leg pants, touched her smooth calf, and asked something Huang Xize hadn't thought of.

"You're so hot... you can't burn the hairs on my legs, can you?"

Huang Xize: "..."

This woman is really unique, she has survived a desperate situation, she is unique among others, unprecedented and unprecedented.

One word, absolutely.

I can't fix Huang Liuye for you.

He slapped his palm on Ye Ying's ankle, the pain made her almost jump up with a cry.

Huang Xize showed no mercy, and said indifferently, "Shut up."

Ye Ying was about to shed tears. Why is this weasel so narrow-minded!

The green flame burned warmly on Ye Ying's ankle, and the pain oozing with cold was quickly reduced. Huang Xize lowered his eyes, and suddenly said: "The evil yin energy will affect people, ranging from fatigue, trance, chills, to severe..."

He didn't continue talking, but Ye Ying knew the final result.

It's just a fart.

Thinking of herself in the mirror last night who was more haggard than usual, Ye Ying knew clearly.

No wonder she didn't even have the strength to stand after being attacked just now.

But now she has something more to know. Ye Ying looked at Huang Xize's focused face, and suddenly said something.

"Is that evil spirit very strong?"

Huang Xize paused.

Ye Ying looked at him in the dark.

The term Huang Xize used at that time was not a ghost, but an "evil spirit".

He has practiced for at least hundreds of years. Judging from Zuo Huai's attitude, his mana should be very powerful.

Specifically... that "thing" can't set foot in this house.

And she was blocked by him several times when she was attacked, and he was even able to take her out of 2202 with ease.

But at the same time, he didn't kill the things in the house. Even, she has never seen him really fight against it.

She was not so narcissistic yet, thinking that he was deliberately delaying in order not to divorce her.

Then there is only one possibility left.

"Actually...you can't do anything with it, can you?"