MTL - He Has To Be Human, Right? !-Chapter 31 The ringtone of the haunted house, the Taoist priest who lost his loved one went down the mountain.

Ye Ying's whole body shook violently, and bounced up reflexively.

With a loud bang, her knee hit the table.

... Immediately, the pain was so painful that I couldn't even cry out.

Ye Ying grinned her teeth, and still didn't forget to turn her head to look across from her—

Sure enough, the man who appeared silently was looking at her speechlessly: "...Are you okay?"

Ye Ying stared at the pale face with two huge dark circles under her eyes, choked speechlessly, and after waiting for a long time, she gritted her teeth and answered, "It's... nothing..."

It's not that you look more like a ghost than a ghost, that scares me like this!

Seeing her hideous expression, the man explained apologetically, "I'm sorry, because I can't leave the room at will... so I can only meet you in this way."

Speaking of which, last night, when Ye Ying dragged Taozi to escape from 2202, she got help and successfully shut the door inside.

She thought it was Huang Xize who came to save her, but when she turned around, she saw a completely unfamiliar face.

The man left only one sentence: "Go quickly and find me tomorrow night."

This person is the young man in front of him.

He was tall but very thin, with a haggard face, like a living cardboard man.

At that time, he didn't see clearly in his haste, but now Ye Ying could see his appearance clearly.

She frowned, looked at his pale skin that had not seen the light for a long time, and worried: "Then you rushed out to save us last night, did it have any bad influence on you?"

The man's hair was a little long, and it looked like it hadn't been cut for a long time, and he smiled decadently: "I can't watch you all being ... by it in front of my eyes."

Ye Ying nodded thoughtfully - no wonder he dragged them out last night, only had time to stuff a small paper bag into her hand, and pushed them away from the 22nd floor quickly.

So today, Ye Ying found a secluded place and "summoned" this meeting according to the method written on the paper package.

"The situation was critical last night, and I couldn't leave the house for too long, so I didn't have time to introduce myself."

"Lin Wangsuo," he said although he was haggard and unkempt, but his expression was very gentle, "a Taoist disciple."

Ye Ying suddenly realized, no wonder he still uses the little paper figurine as a substitute.

Speaking of which, the last time she saw this hand was at the wedding.

Later she asked Huang Xize what happened to the pile of paper figurines that frightened her dizzy at the wedding, and the explanation she got was: "Not all the immortals who came to the wedding can teleport, they use paper figurines as carriers, They can possess it briefly."

From this point of view, the Taoist technique has something in common with the Xian family.

But why did he live on the same floor as Luo? !

Is there a graduation task for Taoist priests to go down the mountain? So he directly found a big boss?

This... is a bit of a tiger.

Aware of Ye Ying's doubts, a wry smile crossed Lin Wangshuo's face. After two seconds of silence, he spoke again.

"...is also the younger brother of the previous owner of 2202."

younger brother? !

Ye Ying was stunned, unable to speak: "You, you are—"

Lin Wangsuo pursed his lips.

Just as he was about to say something, Ye Ying grabbed the front of his shirt.

He was too thin, and Ye Ying was a strong woman with strange strength, so she actually asked her to lift Lin Wangshuo out of the chair.

Ye Ying gritted her teeth viciously: "You are the one who sold this haunted house to me?!"

Lin Wangshuo was taken aback when the **** in front of her suddenly went berserk.

He quickly waved his hand: "No, although my brother and I have a good relationship, we are distant relatives. I have no right to handle his inheritance..."

Ye Ying put away the ferocious expression on her face, and instantly restored the gentleness of an urban beauty.

"Hi, my name is Ye Ying."

"...Hello, but can you let me go first?" Lin Wangsuo watched her face change for a second speechlessly, pointed and lifted his hand.

Ye Ying let go of her hands, pretending to be surprised to help Lin Wangsuo tidy up her jacket: "Oh, look at your clothes, they are wrinkled after not being ironed for a long time."

Lin Wangshuo: ...Isn't it you who grabbed me?

He sighed, sat down again, inserted his slender fingers into the roots of his hair and combed it back, revealing a face as thin as a palm.

It was only then that Ye Ying realized that he was actually good-looking, with a bookish air in his qingjun, but it was concealed by his bleak face.

In the following time, Ye Ying finally figured out the reason why Lin Wangshuo appeared on the 22nd floor.

Speaking of it, Lin Wangsuo is also a pitiful little boy. Both of his parents died since he was a child, and he was adopted by his uncle who was a Taoist priest on the mountain at the age of eight and brought him to a Taoist temple.

Before he was eight years old, he lived at his grandmother's house in the village at the foot of the mountain. Most people in the village have the same surname, and they are closely related.

The same is true for Jin Nan, the former owner of 2202, who belongs to Lin Wangshuo's far-away cousin. It's just that when the two grew up together, their relationship was fairly close.

Time flies ten years.

The master is getting old, and Lin Wangshuo is going down the mountain, just as Jin Nan is going back to the village to visit relatives. Only then did I realize that the cousin who peed and made mud together had already settled down in a big city, and had just moved to a new house.

Jin Nan was very happy to see Lin Wangsuo, and warmly invited Lin Wangsuo to visit him at his home in the city. Lin Wangshuo declined several times, but the hospitality was hard to turn down.

It was true that he had just come down the mountain and was not yet familiar with the outside world, so he came back with Jin Nan.

Jin Nan's wife, Yin Ping, is a friendly person. After receiving a call from her husband, she cleaned up the guest room early.

She thoughtfully prepared daily necessities for Lin Wangsuo, telling Lin Wangsuo not to see outsiders, as if he were at her own home.

Anyway, the couple hasn't planned to have children in the past few years, and the two-bedroom apartment is 80 square meters, and it is not crowded for three people to live in.

Jin Nan is as bright and enthusiastic as he remembers when he was young, and Yin Ping also takes care of Lin Wangshuo like a sister. Lin Wangsuo, who grew up under the fence of others and went to the mountains to clean up since he was a child, felt the warmth of home rarely.

As everyone knows, this is the beginning of the nightmare.

Lin Wangshuo's voice was very low.

Speaking of the tragedy, his face turned paler than before: "That was a month after I lived in that house..."

During the time he lived at Jin Nan's house, he found that the couple was not as harmonious as they seemed. On the contrary, there is always a dispute.

Sometimes it is really a very small matter, such as the placement of tableware, and a big battle will break out.

Although Lin Wangsuo is related to Jin Nan, after all, he is just an outsider living in his family. What's more, I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm still unfamiliar, so it's not convenient to say anything.

Fortunately, the two of them just talked and did not develop into full martial arts.

And when he arrived in this provincial capital city, he went to find an old friend of his master. Under the introduction of the other party, Lin Wangshuo helped people solve some minor troubles.

He has some skills, and the client is grateful and introduces the client, so he usually gets busy, and the time to go home is getting later and later.

Until… that night.

When he returned home that night, he found that the house was uncharacteristically quiet—you know, even if there was no mess everywhere, at least there would be at least a lot of scolding.

Fortunately, there are no other residents on this floor, and I don't know if they were disturbed by the couple.

On the dining table, as usual, there are meals covered with plastic wrap.

Although the couple fought every day, they never forgot to leave a meal for Lin Wangsuo.

After Lin Wangsuo changed his clothes and sat at the table, eating the still-warm food, his heart felt warm.

He made up his mind to talk to his cousin and tell him not to quarrel with his sister-in-law over trivial matters. The couple are kind people, what can't they say well?

With that in mind, he did the same.

After eating, he washed the tableware and put them away. He walked to the master bedroom and knocked on the door gently: "Brother, are you asleep?"

It's also strange that the two usually go to bed very late. But today the room was silent, Lin Wangsuo stood in front of the door and waited for a long time, so long that he thought the two of them had fallen asleep.

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard Yin Ping's voice coming from the room.

With a gentle voice, she asked, "Xiao Shuo, are you full?"

Lin Wangshuo didn't expect that it was Yin Ping's question that he was waiting for, so he hurriedly replied: "I'm full, thanks for your hard work, sister-in-law."

silence.

Lin Wangsuo couldn't figure it out anymore, and after waiting for a while, he called out again tentatively: "Brother, sister-in-law?"

Unexpectedly, it was Yin Ping's voice that sounded erratically through the door: "Xiao Shuo, are you full?"

Lin Wangsuo sensed something was wrong.

Before he could think about it, Yin Ping's voice sounded again.

"Xiao Shuo, are you full?"

The voice was still soft, but there was something strange in the middle of the night. Like a stuck tape, she repeated mechanically over and over again: "Xiao Shuo, are you full? Xiao Shuo, are you full? Xiao Shuo—"

Lin Wangsuo didn't care about anything else, and suddenly pushed the door open.

Yin Ping's voice stopped abruptly.

The room was pitch black, and when the door opened, an extremely gloomy and cold breath rushed in!

Lin Wangsuo's whole body trembled—he didn't realize it through the door just now—what a sinister air!

The soft, warm light in the living room couldn't dispel the darkness in the bedroom. Lin Wangsuo reached out his hand and pressed the ceiling light switch by the door, but there was no light.

The lamp is broken?

Lin Wangshuo gritted his teeth, took out the inseparable talisman paper from his bosom with his left hand, and made a formula with his right hand. Immediately, bright flames sprang up on the talisman paper!

The burning fire of the talisman was like a dagger, breaking through the thick darkness. When Lin Wangshuo saw the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly—

——On the curtain rod of the bay window, there are two familiar figures hanging, they are Jin Nan and Yin Ping!

The two of them seemed to have been in a tragic car accident, their bodies twisted abnormally. The strange thing is that they don't have any blood on their bodies, only the thick ink-like bruises under their pale skin.

I don't know how long they hung up, but the necks of the two bent at weird angles.

Lin Wangsuo trembled violently, and the fire light of the talisman paper in his hand also shook violently. In the light of the fire, he saw the thick black shadows falling on the curtain behind the two of them, shaking as if they were alive.

no... no...

He was not mistaken, those two shadows really moved!

The wind was blowing, but the two suspended corpses in front of them seemed to be frozen, not even shaking at all.

But the shadow on the curtain behind him seems to be alive, slowly merging together, and then stretching out—as if some unknown huge monster was bred in the shadow, breaking free from the human body.

Lin Wangsuo was speechless.

His blood was frozen, and his ears were buzzing. Through the tinnitus, he heard a small but rapid sound, it was...

bells.

The sound of the bell came from nowhere.

Hearing the clear and clear voice in the ear, it made people feel an indescribable shudder.

Lin Wangsuo's nerves were tense, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the bedroom. He stretched out his hand in vain, trying to let his sister-in-law off the curtain rod.

But Yin Ping, who was close at hand and had obviously lost any signs of life, suddenly moved!

Her empty and cloudy eyes turned suddenly, fixedly fixed on Lin Wangshuo's face.

The distance was too close, and he could even see the white cloud formed in her eyes.

Her chapped lips moved, and she uttered a sentence that later appeared in Lin Wangshuo's nightmares countless times:

"Xiao Shuo, are you full?"