In Yang Ning's room.
The shadow huddled up on the bedside, shivering together with the fat black man riding a fish on the table.
Yang Ning lit a candle and brushed his hand over the dancing flames. The candle flickered on and off, and two black vapors condensed in front of him.
Taking out a cute palm-sized porcelain doll from the white cloth bag on his shoulder, Yang Ning asked one of the black auras: "From now on, you can use this body."
Black Qi nodded obediently, then gradually solidified, and white little female ghosts appeared one by one.
Yang Ning stared at her, and she stared at Yang Ning. For a while, one big and one small, one person and one ghost said in unison: "Long time no see."
Yang Ning: "Obviously, you are still like this..."
Little female ghost: "Chengcheng, it's great that you have grown up."
Yang Ning nodded, "Well, did you see that that person has already paid the price?"
"I saw it! Last time I didn't go with you and asked you to take Bingbing and the four of them away first, just to see with my own eyes the punishment of the person who took us away and didn't give us anything to eat."
The little female ghost said and looked around, and four more ghosts, two men, two women, appeared.
The five little ghosts held hands with each other, bowed to Yang Ning in unison and said, "Thank you Chengcheng!"
The five of them were the five children who were eventually starved to death by Zhang Hui in the basement.
Compared with other little ghosts, although they have not experienced the physical pain of having their limbs chopped off, their heads chopped off, or their hearts taken away, they fully experienced it at the age when they were the weakest but still had memories. Despair from birth to death.
The five little children cuddled tightly in the corner of the basement, watching the stairs leading to the outside being sealed bit by bit with cement. Perhaps they didn't understand at the time that what was sealed with cement was their last chance of survival. Hope, or maybe they already understand, but they are weak and unable to do anything.
In such an environment, the diary in Mingming's hand became the only spiritual sustenance for the five children from birth to death.
"It's so dark and the stairs are blocked, so how can he bring us food?"
"Oh, he won't bring us food anymore."
——Mingming’s diary.
Yang Ning yawned and said, "Well, you're welcome. You can go and have fun. Well, obviously, do you still want to write a diary?"
Ming Ming blinked and said, "Everyone in my notebook is dead except you, how can I still write?"
"I can write, but you can't use that notebook anymore."
Yang Ning smiled and took out a brand new notebook, lit it with the candle next to him, and said with a smile: "Just don't write people's names randomly in the future. If you want to write..."
Ming Ming rushed to say: "I know! I have to get your permission first, otherwise I will be like that Xiao Qing!"
Yang Ning nodded, blew into the gradually burning flame in his hand, and exhaled——
Suddenly, the flames burst out, burning the entire diary to ashes in an instant. At the same time, the little female ghost named "Mingming" had a notebook of the same style in her hand.
She opened it with a look of surprise on her face, but she didn't see any movement. One after another, blood-like red words slowly appeared on the title page of the diary, as if someone had written them one by one with a blood-stained pen. !
"Thank you Chengcheng for giving us a new life. He is the light in our lives. For the rest of our lives, if anyone bullies Chengcheng, hehe..."
"We will turn into fierce ghosts to swallow his flesh and blood, devour his closest relatives, bring bad luck to his bones and blood, and enslave his descendants forever!"
Below the text are five small blood-red child portraits, each with an almost identical weird smile.
Mingming climbed onto Yang Ning's lap with the diary and showed the blood-red text to Yang Ning with a look of anticipation, "Chengcheng, look! Are you moved?"
Yang Ning was speechless for a while, what is this?
Perverted love?
Well, I'm really touched.
"I'm so touched. I'm sleepy and want to go to bed. You go and play. Don't scare other people."
Yang Ning said, raising her hand to take Mingming off her lap, spreading her hands and saying, "Sleep!"
The whole body seemed to be torn into pieces and stuck together with glue. The gentle little female ghost appeared, and she patiently helped Yang Ning take off her clothes.
The little blonde girl with a delicate face but full of cracks was waiting aside with her pajamas...
Ming Ming watched with wide eyes, while the black shadow and the fat black man riding the fish were still trembling.
On the first page of the diary in Mingming's hand, a line of learning words slowly appeared: I really want Chengcheng to become the same kind as myself...
Before the words were finished, Yang Ning suddenly said: "No, you don't want to."
call--
A flame ignited from Ming Ming's diary, burning the first page cleanly.
Mingming: "..."
She sat by the window as if she had suffered some great injustice, holding her little chin in her hands and looking at the heavy rain outside in a daze.
Soon, the lights in the room went out, and the originally gray-white children's clothes on Mingming's body by the window gradually turned scarlet, but quickly disappeared and returned to the previous gray-white color.
The same changes happened to her four other friends.
Lying on the bed, Yang Ning muttered to himself: Good guy, five red ghosts merge into one? !
Well, fortunately there are only five. If there really is something that combines Wan'er and eight thousand red-clothed ghosts into one, then I may not be able to defeat it...
The night passed quickly.
In the early hours of the morning, the rain stopped.
Because he slept too late last night, Yang Ning didn't have a morning today.
Seeing the sun rising little by little outside the window, Yang Ning had no intention of getting up. He even unconsciously blocked the sunlight on his face.
Mingming, who had been sitting by the window all night, saw this and opened her diary, and a line of bloody words suddenly appeared one by one——
"On July 19th, it rained heavily, and the day became like night."
At the moment when the word "blood" appeared, the sunlight outside the window suddenly disappeared. The sun that had just risen was instantly obscured by thick clouds, and the heavy rain that had stopped for less than half an hour started pouring down again!
The sky at dawn is as gloomy as the night!
Bang!
On the side, the statue of Caiying, which was originally placed on the table, shivered all night, and finally shook itself off the table little by little, making a violent sound!
Ming Ming, who was holding the diary, raised his feet and walked forward slowly, staring at the fat black man riding a fish on the ground with a "Yang Ning" smile: "Are you disturbing Chengcheng's sleep?"
"Do you want to die?"
Now, the trembling statue of Caiying didn't even dare to tremble.
A few minutes later, footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the room, and finally stopped outside Yang Ning's door.
In the room, the pale little female ghost turned her head strangely. She held her hands in front of her chest and read the words in blood on the diary she had opened.
"Rainy days are the best time to sleep, so go to sleep."
Peng, Peng!
There were sounds of two people falling to the ground outside the door, and then, the entire Caiyun Four Seasons Hotel fell into a period of absolute silence, as quiet as if there was no one there!
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