I Took Home a Mummy

Consciousness is getting blurred.

Jiang Xiancai in front of him opened his blood-red mouth and laughed wildly.

He held a knife to Ning Mitang's white and flawless neck, and the cold-lighted tip of the knife slowly slid down the smooth skin, leaving a light red mark, and the delicate skin was unbreakable.

The tip of the knife kept sliding down, and gently back and forth several times on the distinct collarbone. Feeling the slight trembling of the girl's body, and the gleaming gaze of the water completely pleased him, Jiang Xiancai's smile deepened. There is no other thing that excites him like controlling the prey and watching the prey shivering.

"You killed so many people, and sooner or later you will end up deservedly."

Ning Mitang bit her lip and tried to resist the vague consciousness of fainting.

Jiang Xiancai was not angry. He held the tip of the knife in an orderly manner. He tore through the girl's shirt at the neckline and said softly, "Unfortunately, you can't see it anymore."

The neckline was pierced, and the tip of the knife glowing with cold light ran across the pale skin, gradually getting lower, and a small lump formed wherever it passed.

Ning Mitang didn't want to say any more, she glanced at the other person coldly, and simply closed her eyes, with crystal clear tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, the beauty was breathtaking.

Jiang Xian was moved by the look, he handed the knife to his lips, and licked his tongue on it, as if he had tasted the fragrance of the girl's body, his cold eyes lit up, "Good smell, very clean smell. ."

He simply put down the knife, and leaned close to Ning Mitang. He lowered his head and licked Ning Mitang's neck. The delicate and smooth skin was white and fragrant, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Feeling the strange touch, Ning Mitang trembled all over, her eyes widened suddenly, she looked at Jiang Xiancai who was close to her, and scolded disgustingly: "Go away! Don't touch me!"

Reaching the disgusting look in the opponent's eyes, Jiang Xiancai reached out and pinched Ning Mitang's delicate chin, his gloomy eyes were half-squinted, and he slapped her face with his backhand.

"Pop!" With a sound, his pale face quickly became red and swollen.

Fiery pain came from her face, and Ning Mitang, who was about to faint, sobered up a bit, looking at Jiang Xiancai with cold eyes.

"Tsk tusk, it's all red."

Seeing the obvious fingerprints on his fair face, Jiang Xiancai seemed to feel distressed, gently rubbing the red and swollen skin with the back of his hand, "Unbehaved girl, but she will be punished..."

As he said, he picked up a knife and slightly cut Ning Mitang's wrist. He saw that the purple skin oozes bright red blood, Jiang Xiancai reached out to pull at the girl's clothes, his fair face was distorted, his lips were twisted. Bian Scarlet said, "When the blood is over, we will enjoy it."

To die in joy is a good thing given by God.

There was a strong low air pressure in the car.

In the rear seat, Cao Yang sat on one side, watching Mo Huai's cold and cold face plunge into the darkness half-open and half-hidden, which made people creepy.

"Hurry up."

A cold voice sounded.

Qiao Ziyan glanced at the inverted rear mirror, his eyes sharp, "It's the fastest."

The car drove all the way to the west side, drove over the bumpy, dark mountain road, and stopped in a clearing.

Qiao Ziyan pulled the handbrake, "It's near here."

As soon as his words fell, Mo Huai opened the door and got out of the car quickly.

The surrounding area was pitch black. Looking at the darkness in the distance, Mo Huai sniffed the fragrance of the girl in the air. Although it was covered by heavy snow and the smell was extremely weak, Tangtang must be nearby.

With furrowed brows, Mo Huai stared in a certain direction before running quickly.

Cao Yang saw Mo Huai soak in the car just now, maybe he found something. No longer thinking about it, he hurriedly followed behind and ran.

As the distance shortens, the fragrance becomes more and more clear.

In the woods, a house painted with white ash suddenly appeared in the woods, which was unusually abrupt under the background of no one.

Mo Huai's thin lips pressed tightly, his eyes staring at the half-hidden black iron gate in front of him, his expression stern and cold.

"Brother Huai..." Cao Yang stood next to Mo Huai, panting, his voice pressed down to the lowest level, "Miss Ning..." He consciously closed the opponent's dark gaze. Mouth.

The cold wind is accompanied by the falling snow, the surrounding is dark and dull, quiet and depressed, and only the "creaking" of snow falling and pressing the branches.

Mo Huai slowly pushed open the black iron door, and entered the open space of more than ten square meters. His cold and black eyes looked around and walked inside through the open space.

What he saw was the living room with furniture. The lamp hung on the white wall glowed faintly yellow, and there was no one in it. Mo Huai's heart sank, and he continued to walk inside.

There is a corridor behind the living room, and there is only one room at the end.

Mo Huai stopped at the same black door, his face blank, his hand pushing the door stopped in midair, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cao Yang followed behind him and stopped.

Since entering this room, he has a feeling of being surrounded by the cold. Especially when he stood in front of the black door, he smelled a strong smell of blood and burnt, and he felt a sense of trembling in his heart.

Behind the black ajar door, there was no movement, only the endless gloom and coldness, and the pungent smell kept coming.

Cao Yang stood still not daring to move the slightest, smelling a strong smell of blood, he had a bad feeling. After swallowing a bit of saliva, he glanced at Mo Huai with the faint light, his pale and bloodless face was tight, showing fragility and coldness.

After a while, when Cao Yang thought that Mo Huai still had no response, he moved. When his fingertips touched the door, he paused again, and a hoarse voice sounded, low, heavy, and mumbled, "I, I'm a little scared..."

"Ok?"

Before Cao Yang could hear what he said, Mo Huai pushed the door open with one hand.

The **** smell and the unpleasant scorching smell came with a deep chill, and Cao Yang's eyes touched the miserable condition on the ground, and his heart suddenly fell. He immediately looked at Mo Huai, who had already strode inside.

Inside the room, no, this is not a room, it should be a cell, with a pool full of water in the middle, and a pillar near the pool with a rope tied to it, which is obviously used to tie people.

Next to the pool, there was dark red blood on the floor, and there was a male corpse lying on the ground, with blood all over, a knife stuck in his abdomen, his eyeballs were taken out, and **** placed beside the corpse.

Seeing this scene, Cao Yang didn't almost vomit.

He quickly turned his head and saw Mo Huai walking towards another corpse on the ground. The upper body of the corpse was burned severely black, and the lower body may be the cause of the wet water, and the burn was not as serious as the upper body.

"This......"

Cao Yang hesitated, the appearance of the body was obviously female. He looked at Mo Huai worriedly, and saw that he picked up a coat on the ground. It was a light beige down jacket that was wet and tattered, and the white down was also showing through.

Mo Huai put his coat between his nose, and the familiar fragrance came. In an instant, the blood all over his body solidified, like an ice cellar.

"Tangtang's coat..."

As soon as the words fell, the deep voice became dumb.

Could it be...

Cao Yang couldn't believe it, and his eyes turned to the charred corpse again. What happened the least he wanted to happen?

The hand holding the coat tightened quickly, the sharply knotted hands with blue veins highlighted, the fingertips were white, and the pale and bloodless face was even more bluish white.

Mo Huai was expressionless. He lowered his head and looked at the unrecognizable corpse on the ground. He only felt that his chest was blocked in one breath, and he couldn't swallow or vomit, his heartbeat was like thunder. Drums are perforated in the eardrum.

He wanted to move closer to the corpse. However, as soon as Mo Huai's legs stepped out, he staggered abruptly and almost fell.

Cao Yang quickly stepped forward to support him, "Brother Huai, are you okay..."

Mo Huai shook off his hand, squatted down, shaking his hands. He wanted to touch the face that had been burned beyond recognition. His fingertips were only one centimeter away from the corpse's face, and his hands trembled slightly, and he stopped. , "This is not her."

Unfamiliar panic, panic attacked.

There was a dry feeling in his eyes, and Mo Huai blinked and murmured, "It's not her..."