This is not a weird story

If he was a ghost just now, Uncle Song now looks like a half-dead person, with a strong death aura permeating his body, and he is about to die, rather than completely dead.

In Wei An's view, dead people are not scary at all. What is scary is this kind of old man who wants to die and pretends to be dead. With two yangs in his body, Uncle Song can't tell what he has become. , it just feels extremely weird.

He opened his mouth, made a small "ah" sound, and moved closer to Wei An's face. At this time, Wei An had goosebumps all over his body and felt uncomfortable.

He wanted to take out the bloody hammer and knock the old man on the head, but there were restrictions in the Solitaire rules. He couldn't fight against the weirdness, but had to follow the rules.

"Is it necessary to give the other party this yang energy?" Wei An hesitated.

He didn't have a clue yet. When the lifeless face was about to get close to him, he coughed, flattened his mouth, as if he was mumbling in his sleep, and turned over again, facing the hospital bed inside.

Uncle Song's body froze suddenly, and he kept his bent posture. His eyes seemed to be able to see after taking in the Yang Qi just now, looking at the back of Wei'an's head through the albuginea.

But just now, when Uncle Song approached Wei An, Wei An obtained a detail that he had not noticed through the "Detail Capture" skill.

Uncle Song's body gave people a slightly tight feeling, as if he was exerting force, and the focus of his exertion was on his left hand, which was clenched into a fist and clenched tightly.

There might be something in his hand, this was Wei An's first reaction.

After turning over, there was no movement from behind. Now Wei An didn't know how Uncle Song would react or what he was doing, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

At this time, Uncle Song didn't actually move at all. He just bent over and opened his mouth slightly. His white eyes stared at Wei An who was lying on the bed, not moving for the time being.

The scene seemed to be at a standstill.

Wei An became a little worried, fearing that Uncle Song might do something behind his back after failing to absorb his yang energy twice. For example, after getting angry, he would grab his head and chew it from behind, or bite his back.

At this moment, a cold air hit the back of his neck, and Wei An almost shuddered.

He could feel Uncle Song's face almost touching the back of his neck, as if he was sniffing around. A mass of cold air traveled along the back of his neck to the back of his head, and then slowly went down from the back of his head to his back.

Wei An remained still until the cold air disappeared. He could imagine that Uncle Song would straighten up.

There were slight footsteps on the ground again. Uncle Song quickly reached the end of the bed, walked around the end of the bed and came to the side where Wei An was lying on his side.

At this time, Wei An narrowed his eyes slightly and watched the staggering figure slowly approaching. At the same time, the terrifying big mouth opened wider and wider. The facial skin of Uncle Song was like rubber that could be flexed at will. It all feels fake.

If Wei An turns over again this time, he seriously doubts that Uncle Song will attack him immediately instead of secretly absorbing Yang Qi.

So he no longer pretended to turn over, but when Uncle Song's face came close to his, he suddenly opened his mouth in advance. As he opened his mouth, Wei An sucked in sharply.

Uncle Song's body paused, and a pale white breath condensed out of his mouth like a pillar of air and poured into Wei An's mouth.

This breath was originally colorless and odorless, but now it was mixed with a faint smell of bad breath, but it was consistent with the yang energy that Uncle Song had absorbed from the mouths of the other two patients.

After one gulp, Wei An could no longer hold back and made a sound of retching, and immediately sat up.

Uncle Song originally wanted to inhale. Unexpectedly, before he started inhaling, Wei An sucked out the yang energy he had just breathed in. His body trembled slightly, and the death energy was densely covered in his body just now. At this moment, it disappeared quickly, and the body became visibly thinner again.

After taking this breath of Yang Qi, Wei An's face turned red, as if he had drank two kilograms of white wine in one breath, and white gas almost appeared in his hair.

His heart was beating like a drum, and a layer of sweat oozed all over his body. Not only did he feel a hundred times more energetic at this moment, but his strength also increased a lot.

Wei An had the illusion that if he met the strange male protagonist in "Bedroom 309" again this time, that is, the strong man, he would not need to sneak attack with the bloody hammer, but would have a head-on fight with him.

"I'm so... afraid of adding 20 years to my life at once!"

Wei An himself was shocked.

In fact, he planned to retaliate against Uncle Song in advance. He actually wanted to prevent the other party from sucking away his yang energy by sucking him against him.

Unexpectedly, his judgment was wrong and he inhaled too early. Instead, he robbed the opponent of the yang energy he had just absorbed.

Uncle Song stood stunned for a moment, his expression gradually changed from stunned, and a ferocious look emerged that could never be erased.

The next second, the old man, whose mouth was still open, let out a hoarse cry from his throat, showing anger, and rushed towards Wei An on the bed.

Wei An was well prepared. He turned over and got off the ground from the other side of the bed. When he stepped on the ground with his feet, he saw Uncle Song already standing on the bed and rushing towards him again.

Now is not the time for a head-on conflict with the other party, because Wei An remembers that this Solitaire game is to let Uncle Song suck a breath of his Yang Qi, but the premise is that he will let him suck it if he has obtained this Yang Qi before.

Now Wei An is not sure at all whether he has obtained the yang energy that Uncle Song had before his death. If he has not obtained it, then he will most likely end up like the two patients, and he will be completely heartbroken.

So he didn't dare to bet. If he lost the bet, he would have to risk his life.

But it doesn't mean that you have to confront Uncle Song. There is no need to take out the Tang knife or bloody hammer now and chop the old man to the ground. Otherwise this Solitaire game will definitely fail.

Uncle Song jumped on Wei An's shoulder, opened his mouth and bit his head. Wei An lost his center of gravity and sat down on the ground. He pressed the opponent's shoulders with both hands and let Uncle Song get closer.

Uncle Song was very strong, but Wei An, who had just taken a big sip of yang energy, was also very strong. In fact, his face was still red, and he was so full of energy that he couldn't use it anywhere.

He took the opportunity to free his right hand, grabbed Uncle Song's tightly clenched fist, and opened it with all his strength.

During this process, Wei An could hear the sound of bone fingers breaking, which showed how tightly Uncle Song clenched his fist, and even the clenched bones were completely stiff.

As the bone fingers broke, his palm was opened, and an irregular piece of paper lay quietly in Uncle Song's palm.

Wei An grabbed the piece of paper. After the paper left Uncle Song's palm, there was a pop and Uncle Song fell straight to the ground, his body stiff and motionless.

Wei An sat on the ground, stepped back a little, holding the piece of paper in his hand, and looked at Uncle Song. After waiting for a moment, he found that the other party had not moved.

He brought the piece of paper up to his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was not ordinary paper, but a broken playing card. There was a playing card pattern on the back, but the front was blank, which happened to be not the area with the pattern.