Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

She stared at him, carefully.

I want to touch it, but I can’t pull my hand away.

I had to look at it roughly like this first and take a few glances.

She looked at him and then around.

It was raining heavily and it was difficult to walk down the mountain.

But now that the weather is bad, it’s not good to stay in the mountains all the time.

She raised her arm casually and wiped the rain off her face.

Holding the little ghost that I finally caught, I went down the mountain.

Step by step, tread carefully on the slippery mud.

The dirty little ghost held in his arms had his eyelids drooped and showed no reaction.

Just minding his own business, licking the little bit of sweet blood, licking and biting, biting and rubbing.

It seemed like her fingers were like soft pacifiers.

It didn't matter where he wanted to take him.

There was no violent reaction and no words were spoken.

The black energy that was rolling and raging on his body gradually subsided and was hidden in his body.

The enchanting and mysterious black pattern on the cheek seemed to light up for a moment quietly.

Behind her, in the distance, something seemed to move at the entrance to the rabbit hole.

It is fleeting and difficult to detect.

The man carrying the little ghost down the mountain stopped for a moment.

Then, look back.

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The rain was heavy, came quickly, and left slowly.

Until the evening, night fell completely, and the rain never stopped.

It was still pattering on the ground. Although it was not as big as before, it was still not small.

Continuously, watering the entire town at the foot of the mountain.

On the bluestone road in the town, water flows together and flows down the drainage channel.

As the water flows into the river next to the town, the level of the river bank is several inches higher.

The water level is high.

When I returned to my little shop, it was already late at night.

The iron door curtain of the shop was tightly closed, and there was a faint bright light shining inside.

Looking outside, the hostess who had just returned was covered in wet clothes, and there was a tattered child in her arms.

The skin was so pale that it was almost transparent in the dark night.

There was an eerie stench.

As if she was sleepy, his wet head rested on her shoulder.

The two small hands still grabbed her, and the mouth full of blood still held her fingers.

Close your eyes and suck from time to time.

It seems like he is asleep, but also like he is not asleep.

Yun Si was in such a state of embarrassment that she couldn't move her hand away, so she could only use her feet to open the door.

Pull the curtain up and go in.

She struggled to close the door with her elbows, and the delicate white areas were even red from the rubbing.

It was red and spicy and a little painful.

Ignoring the pain, she took off her water shoes, carried him into the inner room, and went upstairs.

The second floor is her living floor, with all necessary bedrooms and bathroom facilities.

She carried him into the bathroom and took out her hand to boil the water.

The water temperature was deliberately lowered for fear that his body would not adapt.

Logically speaking, the little ghost would not have a physical body, but he didn't know what happened, but he could actually touch it.

...Probably a mutated ghost.

She knelt down and put him down.

He opened his dark, empty eyes instantly.

There were no whites of his eyes, just black patches.

The reflection of her figure was extremely penetrating.

She slowly withdrew her fingers that were bitten and red.

The wounds on the slender fingers have healed, and there are no traces of injury.

It was just red and swollen, all covered with bite marks from his bites.

The kid looks childish, but his teeth are good.

The bite was so painful that her fingers were overwhelmed.

It hurts when touched.

She couldn't help but blow on it.