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Chapter 68 5.4 Blank Curse
There was darkness in front of Yao Ye.
He felt a strange touch on his body, floating on his skin exposed to the cloth.
This cold feeling reminded him of the poisonous snake, the cool scales and the gloomy whistle, all made Yao Ye frightened.
hiss--
Is it the poisonous snake?
There was a cold feeling on the cheeks.
The cold is like the breath of the dead.
Yao Ye trembled, opening his eyes in vain in the dark, and his entire soul was distorted into a fragile shape by the invisible fear.
"Help me...oooo...who will...help me..."
He muttered silently, no one responded.
Yao Ye couldn't move, he felt like a ghost press.
He was lying on the floor, he could clearly feel every limb of himself, but he couldn't control this body in any way, and he could only let the soft and terrifying touch drift on his cheeks.
This terrifying feeling of being touched made Yao Ye feel itchy, but more, it was a kind of fear from the unknown.
Yao Ye is not a brave person. He has always been very afraid of watching ghost movies, even a little scary suspense novel.
But he also knows some ancient folk rumors, the ghost press is one of the most widely known.
When ghosts take advantage of people's deep sleep, they climb into the bed and sleep with them, which will make people feel like being pressed by heavy objects and unable to move.
Is it... a ghost?
All five senses were lost, and Yao Ye shuddered, leaving only the touch, as if he could smell the smell of his near death in his nose, which made people tremble.
Only ghosts can do this.
Yao Ye answered his own question in his heart, becoming more disturbed.
The touch on his body became more and more arbitrary, and Yao Ye was unable to resist.
This kind of unpredictable and unpredictable situation caused Yao Ye's heart to shrink, panting in fear, only to feel that the air around his body became thinner and thinner, so thin that he could barely breathe.
No...no...he don't want to die...
He doesn't want to die...
This ghost is blank...is that blank?
Yao Ye remembered the weird figure he saw before he plunged into the darkness and the feeling of being embraced at that time. He paled anxiously and made a low whimper.
Because he dumped him, so...
Is it coming for revenge?
"Woo..."
After understanding the reason, Yao Ye was so regretful that his intestines were blue. He really regretted starting with blank. If he had not chosen to scam him at the time, how could he have gotten this terrible situation.
However, no matter how much regret is said, it will no longer help.
Yao Ye opened his hollow eyes helplessly, tears sliding down the soft-lined cheeks between the temples, appearing extremely fragile and pitiful.
"I'm sorry... please forgive me... I'm sorry..."
Yao Ye cried and begged. He couldn't hear his own voice. He could only feel the coldness on his skin stagnating for a moment, and seemed to be moved by his words.
effective! Apology works!
Yao Ye seemed to be a traveler who had survived desperately seeing a stream of clear spring water, and continued excitedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm blank, I will definitely reform myself in the future, I will burn you paper money every year! Okay?"
As long as he can save his life, let alone paper money, burn real money!
Yao Ye widened his invisible eyes with hope, and his cheeks that had been so pale that the blood had faded reappeared with blush, his lips became more red and his teeth were white, and his face was moving.
The unknown thing attached to Yao Ye's body seemed to be bewitched, fascinatingly close to Yao Ye, cold touch tossed on his soft lips, reluctant to leave, scared Yao Ye crying with tears on his face.
He cried so that his voice became hoarse, because he couldn't hear his own voice, and he was trapped in a desperate darkness. He couldn't control the volume. He just begged blank forgiveness as loudly as possible, vowing that he would never do such a bad conscience again. Thing.
However, the ghost that no one could see seemed inaudible, stroking every inch of Yao Ye's skin silently and paranoidly, obsessed and greedy.
"Ye'er, so beautiful."
Seeing the black-haired boy crying desperately, the invisible ghost praised so much, repeating his lack of vocabulary over and over again, and the cold touch caused Yao Ye to tremble.
I don't know how long it took, the strange feeling of wandering on his body finally disappeared.
Yao Ye couldn't feel the coolness on his body anymore. His desire to survive couldn't help but rise again, struggling to get up, but his limbs did not listen, and there was still a heavy burden on his body.
Patter--
Suddenly, the sound of keyboard tapping sounded from Yao Ye's ear, and his eyes widened as he woke up, and a small dark room gradually appeared in front of him.
The pungent smell of blood filled the room, Yao Ye struggled, using the limbs that began to feel a little bit to prop up his body, and half-sit up.
He found himself sitting at the foot of the single iron frame in the corner of the small room, leaning on the cold iron frame, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps on his back.
Where is this place?
Yao Ye looked to the other side of the room, a figure with his back facing him came into view.
It was a tall and thin young man sitting at the computer desk with the keyboard rattling.
Is he typing...
As if bewitched, Yao Ye stood up from the ground in a daze, and staggered towards the youth.
Who is he?
With this doubt, Yao Ye walked to a place less than half a meter behind the youth, and looked at the butterfly bones protruding under the black long-sleeved shirt on his back, and he seemed a bit fragile and lonely.
Standing behind the youth, Yao Ye looked up and saw the flashing picture on the computer.
That was the chat room interface he couldn't be more familiar with.
The black chat background and the same dark tone of the dialog box give people a strong sense of depression.
Yao Ye, who was accustomed to this chat room, had never felt this color combination depressing before, but now he suddenly felt a little sick.
On the computer screen, dialog boxes are constantly beating.
——[Please, don’t leave me]
——[Please, don’t leave me]
...
Looking at the information on the screen, Yao Ye always felt something was wrong.
"Huh! Huh!"
The nervous Yao Ye gasped in fear, always feeling inexplicably uneasy, and wanted to relieve the growing fear in his heart by taking deep breaths.
Patter
At this time, the conversation in the chat room has come to an end.
——[If I die, will Ye'er come back? ]
Yao Ye looked at the dialog box in horror and finally confirmed the identity of the young man.
-Blank, this person is blank.
"……blank?"
Yao Ye called out in a low voice and timidly, his pupils trembling, afraid that the young man would turn around and screw his neck in the next second.
The young man with his back to Yao Ye was silent and did not respond.
Yao Ye didn't know where his courage came from, and reached out to the young man, put it on his shoulder, and gently pushed.
"Blank, is that you?"
Snapped--
The young man fell on the computer desk while sitting upright, pressing a garbled code on the keyboard.
! ! !
Yao Ye looked at everything in front of him with a pale face, placed the palm of his hand that had touched the youth just now, and saw the red blood spreading in the palm of his hand.
Just now because of the dim light in the room, Yao Ye couldn't tell, only to see the young man wearing a black shirt and pants.
It turned out that the young man's black clothes had long been soaked with blood, so that the touch was full of blood.
There is also a cold and slippery feeling under the feet.
Yao Ye lowered his head dullly, and saw the red and black liquid flowing under the computer chair, the smell of blood was so strong that it was impossible to breathe.
All are the blood on the youth.
If the blank is dead...
So, who was the person typing just now?
In an instant, Yao Ye's pupils shrank.
He staggered back and ran towards the door of the room.
Just as Yao Ye was about to touch the doorknob, a faint voice came from behind him.
"Ye'er, it hurts."
The man with a cold voice has a soft tone, as if begging for love from the one he loves deeply.
Yao Ye's lips trembled when he heard the sound, and he dared not turn his head. He clenched the doorknob hard and squeezed the locked door frantically.
"Hurry up, hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!!!"
With a cry of tears, Yao Ye desperately wanted to open the door that symbolized the hope of life.
"Ye'er, finally came to see me, I am very happy."
The man's cold breath came to Yao Ye's ear, and his bloodless lips kissed Yao Ye's small ears affectionately.
Yao Ye's frantic shaking of the doorknob suddenly stopped, shaking like chaff.
He moved his black eyes steadily, seeing his left side, a face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood leaning against his shoulder.
This handsome head with a beautiful profile looked at him unblinking, his pupils were pitch black, as if exuding a chill from the depths of hell.
Its skin was pale and uncomfortably dead, and it looked so gloomy and terrible, even if it pretended to be gentle and raised the corners of its mouth, it could not conceal the ghostly spirit.
Under the head, there was a deep scratch on the man's neck, and the black and red blood spread to Yao Ye along the blood on his neck.
Yao Ye watched the white vest on his body dyed red, and the skin on his body was also stained with blood, suddenly falling into the abyss.
The man looked at Yao Ye's beautiful eyes obsessively, and his gloomy eyebrows were filled with deep love.
"...Now, we can be together."
"……forever and always……"
Yao Ye's brain was blank, and he could no longer accept this tragic reality, and let out a scream.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Yao Ye woke up from his dream and found that he was lying on the floor. The cool temperature of the wooden floor passed through the tight skin, and it was freezing cold to the bone.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that were not covered by curtains, the sun was shining and the room was silent.
He sat up from the ground in a daze, his black half-length hair was a little messy, he tremblingly raised his hands and looked at it carefully until he was sure that he was not stained with any blood before he breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Yes, a dream?"
Yao Ye curled up anxiously to the foot of the bed, the black dark circles under his eyes seemed to put a layer of smoky makeup on him, looking a little gloomy.
"Yes, it's all dreams, all dreams..."
Yao Ye hugged himself, comforting himself in shock, wanting to completely throw away the fear that remained in his heart.
After a while, Yao Ye finally recovered. He dragged his numb and sore body on the floor to the bathroom. He didn't notice that on the glass window behind him, a black figure still followed him.
Maybe just take a hot bath.
Yao Ye washed his face and looked at the ugly self in the mirror. His fingers were still trembling subconsciously. The whole person was like a frightened rabbit, uneasy and at a loss.
Wow!
Yao Ye filled the bathtub with hot water, and couldn't wait to soak in before the temperature of the water dropped. His pale and delicate skin was hot and red.
But the hot temperature was in line with Yao Ye's heart, giving him a sense of reality that he was still alive.
Yao Ye curled up in the bathtub again, enjoying the safety of being embraced by the hot water.
"All dreams...all dreams..." He was still muttering to himself.
But are they really dreams?
The shapeless black ghost hugged his beloved human from behind, and let out a sigh of inaudible human satisfaction.
Yao Ye wiped his body with a bath towel soaked in hot water, wiping very hard, as if to wipe off the weird touch just now, even if the skin was irritated by the scrub, he didn't care.
Wow----
Yao Ye was washed, and after standing up from the bathtub, he found that the areas where he had been washed with hot water showed some green marks, as if he had been beaten by someone.
Yao Ye had just recovered some bloody baby face and turned pale again. He bit his finger, leaving a deep tooth mark on the knuckles.
After a while, Yao Ye calmed down. He took a deep breath, walked out of the bathtub, and walked to the half-length mirror in the sink next to him. He turned his back and turned to look at himself in the mirror.
In the mirror, the spine of the fair-skinned teenager was full of green marks, especially the spine with distinct joints, and every distinct bone had vague marks of licking.
Ghosts, traces left.