nonsense.
Lin Ting cursed secretly, her forehead already covered with cold sweat.
The thing in her belly was like a ball of flesh that had just been implanted. It was constantly rejecting her body, and the pain became more and more severe. She felt that she could no longer hold on.
"Zi..."
An injection was pushed into her body with a moving sound. She felt her body lightened, and all the pain disappeared.
Xu Qingzhi had a smile in his eyes, and his eyes were as gentle as ever.
"Listen, I still lost to you..."
His forehead touched hers, his tone full of helplessness.
Lin Ting only felt that the sadness in her heart was twisted into a strange pleasure in an instant, and it was about to burst out of her body. She bit her lip tightly, her eye circles became red again and again, and finally tears ran down the corners of her eyes and got into the ends of his hair.
All she saw was that her belly was torn open, and a blue-black baby's arm stretched out. Then the hole became bigger and bigger, like a rag bag... The ghost baby's head poked out, Like a newborn child, full of curiosity about the world.
It's just that the dark eyes without whites revealed a strange and evil nature.
"Wow...Mom..."
The moment he saw her, the ghost baby grinned with a charming smile and crawled toward her in a terrifying and weird posture, like a spider.
Those round eyes were unblinking, as strange as a dead thing.
And her bulging belly quickly shriveled up like a deflated rubber ball.
No blood was shed.
Lin Ting didn't know what Xu Qingzhi injected into herself. She wanted to stay awake, but as if she was fighting against her body, wave after wave of joy washed over her nerves.
Blood dripped from her bitten lip, but she didn't feel it at all.
It's like a narcotic plus a stimulant.
Under the strong white light, the baby's head was pressed against her chest, showing a happy smile, but the arms were extremely slender, holding Lin Ting's neck tightly, as if he wanted to strangle her neck.
Lin Ting's face turned red instantly and he was about to suffocate.
Wisps of white hair gradually grew on the ghost baby's body, and the features on its face gradually became distorted. Its ears became long and pointed, and a low purr came from its throat. It seemed to be very happy.
It also completely transformed into a white cat.
"Meow!~"
Lin Ting opened his eyes and breathed heavily.
She quickly observed the surrounding environment. The iron cuffs on the experimental table had been lowered, and Xu Qingzhi and Gui Ying had disappeared.
Is it a dream?
Lin Ting was confused for a long time when she thought about the process of the baby gradually turning into a white cat.
The ghost baby...could it be Xiaobai?
She shook her head, trying to wake herself up.
She stood up from the experimental table and rolled her sore ankle. When she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar painting lying quietly in front of her.
Lin Ting paused.
In the portrait, roses were in full bloom. Xu Qingzhi held her gray body and kissed her deeply in the coffin. His eyes were filled with compassion and longing, as if he was expecting her to wake up.
But this absurd idea is destined to fail.
She reached out and touched the gold-rimmed glass photo frame mounted on the oil painting. There was a light layer of dust in the middle, but the lower right corner was spotless.
Lin Ting frowned.
Why is only the lower right corner clean? It can only be touched here regularly by someone, and there is no need to touch the middle part. So there is dust in the middle and the corners are clean.
Lin Ting placed his hand on the flower decoration in the lower right corner and turned it slightly. He heard a "click" sound, the buckle was twisted, and something next to it slowly opened.
really.
Lin Ting's eyebrows moved and he followed the direction of the sound and saw a passage in the darkness for people to go down.
She hesitated for a moment.
She knew that Xu Qingzhi must have let her discover this on purpose. Because in this world, he couldn't show anyone what he didn't want to be discovered.
But she had no choice but to continue performing according to Xu Qingzhi's wishes.
The passage is not very deep, and there are bright lights in the winding stairwell.
She walked down the road, and the cold stairs were particularly harsh to her feet, but she still stopped at the second to last step.
This place is not too big, only about ten square meters, as if it was dug out temporarily. In the middle of the gray cement wall is a crystal coffin large enough to accommodate two people, surrounded by white air.
When she got closer, she saw a body.
The corpse had the same face as hers, the eyelids were slightly loose, and it was pitch black inside.
There are no more eyeballs.
Lin Ting couldn't help but shiver. It was too cold. Thinking of Xu Qingzhi holding the corpse in the oil painting, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.
Because the body had to be preserved, the temperature here was extremely low, and the coffin was actually a small refrigerator. How did Xu Qingzhi endure it when he was alive?
Lin Ting thought for a moment and then understood.
Xu Qingzhi prepared a coffin large enough to accommodate two people, which meant that he had no intention of living at all.
He was going to die with his wife.
Live and sleep together, die in the same hole.
This was the end for him.
After Xu Qingzhi's death, his strong unwillingness and resentment made him create a world of ghost stories to barely maintain the illusion that his wife was still alive.
Lin Ting's heart dropped. She had never been in such a deep love relationship. Although she could understand it, she couldn't empathize with it.
She looked around, trying to find other clues, but it was so cold down there that she was shivering and almost freezing into ice. Just as he was about to go up, there was a voice above his head.
"Do you like it here?"
Lin Ting looked up and saw a pair of leather shoes slowly walking down the steps, making a clicking sound.
Xu Qingzhi stood on the stairs, looking down at her with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"Lin Ting, I've been waiting for you here." Xu Qingzhi's eyes fell on the corpse with a lonely expression, "You are waiting for me too."
"But fortunately, we have reunited."
As soon as Xu Qingzhi finished speaking, Lin Ting found a man's body on the other side of the coffin.
His face was bloodless, but he held the hand of the woman next to him tightly.
Xu Qingzhi's love was so crazy that Lin Ting's heart trembled and she subconsciously avoided his direct gaze.
She didn't want to persuade him to let go in a high-sounding way, as that would only make her appear more ruthless and indifferent.
"I'm tired, Ting'er." Xu Qingzhi walked to her side, spread out his arms to hug her, and sighed tiredly in her ear.
"It's been too long waiting for you to wake up, Ting'er, luckily you're back."
Lin Ting pressed against his chest, spraying her hot breath on his cold body.
Xu Qingzhi lowered his head and kissed her so lightly that he thought it was an illusion.
It was cold, like holding a piece of ice in your mouth.
A touch of cold liquid slid down Xu Qingzhi's cheek and fell on Lin Ting's lips.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist, and Lin Ting felt like he was shaking all over, and he couldn't even stand still.
The surroundings were crumbling, and the black wall instantly turned into a line of dust as if collapsing.
Lin Ting subconsciously looked at Xu Qingzhi. His face was pale and there was a embarrassed smile on his lips.
Xu Qingzhi's neck exposed the wound of skin and flesh, and rancid and sticky blood flowed out. The white bones were faintly visible in it. His gray eyes stared at her quietly, as if he wanted to remember her at this moment forever.
This world of ghost stories has begun to collapse.
