More than three months have passed since the last time I saw the mother and son upstairs. The leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road have turned yellow, the heat of midsummer has dissipated, and the autumn wind has blown by. Qiao Wan gathered her coat and felt a little cold.

Also, this apartment was already a few degrees colder than other places. Winter was coming soon, so it was normal for them to move because they couldn't stand the cold here. It was just that they moved too quietly.

Walking into the door, she couldn't count the number of times she saw Zhang Hua sneaking around downstairs in the apartment. Last time, he had a bruised nose and face, but this time he had his arms hanging around his neck, as if he had been beaten.

Her intuition told her that she didn't like this person, so every time she saw his scarred appearance, she felt bad that he was funny.

She came up and said hello as usual, "Hello, you're here again today. Isn't the house sold yet?"

Zhang Hua glanced at her and nodded without saying a word.

Qiao Wan continued, "There are rumors that this apartment is haunted, so it's normal for it to be difficult to sell. After the mother and son moved out upstairs, there will be fewer people living in this apartment."

Speaking of this, Zhang Hua took a deep look at her, and the stone in his heart fell again. Fortunately, they were really solved by him as the great mage said.

But there was another difficulty that kept him from slacking off. After the last phone call, he had no news from the Archmage and couldn't even get through on the phone.

What's even worse is that he also found the woman's body parts in the house.

The body parts that he had obviously chopped up and then fried were all flushed into the sewer. How could they appear at home?

Did the Archmage handle it properly? Where did he throw it? What should I do if the police find me?

This was the reason why he wandered around here every day. He wanted to find her personally and deal with it again, so that she would never see the light of day and disappear completely.

…

Ji Chi lay on the tenth floor window and stared at the two figures downstairs, with complex emotions in his eyes, including vicious jealousy, strong love, and chaotic desire.

Three months, since he promised Wanwan not to fight anymore, he hadn't eaten in a real sense for three months.

If he had never eaten like the female ghost opposite him, maybe he would be as weak as her, but he would not become like this.

But once you are infected with it, it will make you stronger and at the same time, it will be as inseparable as being addicted to drugs.

Ji Chi's condition became worse. When he stayed with Qiao Wan, he was like now, growing fangs uncontrollably and his mouth was full of saliva. He wanted to eat her.

He would not eat Wanwan under any circumstances. He planned to treat the man in front of Wanwan downstairs as his dinner for breaking the precept today.

Just when he had such a beautiful plan in his mind, the man with his arm hanging on his chest actually walked away from the apartment.

His fist hit the wall angrily, and the next second he felt dizzy and weak and fell to the ground.

He was as weak as a sick little sheep. Before Qiao Wan came up, he dragged his heavy body to find a pair of pliers in the drawer of the coffee table, and then hid himself in the bathroom.

He poked the long fangs with his fingers, grinned at the weak boy in the mirror, picked up the pliers, clamped the fangs tightly, and pulled them out fiercely.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. In order to solve the problem before Qiao Wan got home, he ignored the heartbreaking pain.

Wanwan has always been by his side. He must not hurt Wanwan because of his own desires. As long as these two teeth are pulled out, he will not want to eat her.

The mirror was sprinkled with little blood stains. While holding the pliers with both hands, the boy tilted his head back hard. After pulling out one side, he continued to work hard.

The elevator went up very quickly, and when the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole sounded, he finally finished solving the other fang.

He turned on the faucet and randomly washed away the blood on his face. He slapped the cold water on the mirror and hurriedly wiped away the blood on the mirror with his elbow. Qiao Wan called his name outside the door.

"Wanwan, I'm taking a shower, I'll come out soon."

Qiao Wan put down her bag, took the ingredients she bought to the kitchen, and sent them one by one to the refrigerator. She even said with a smile in her voice, "Don't be in a hurry. Wash it slowly and make it clean."

Ji Chi, who finally cleaned up the blood stains, bared his teeth at the clean mirror again and looked at the two empty black holes. Although it seemed funny, it should be...

Before he could finish comforting himself, after listening to Qiao Wan's voice, his expression in the mirror was stagnant. The two empty spaces seemed to have been filled with stimulants. It was visible to the naked eye that two brand new fangs were growing rapidly, even sharper than before.

He was so hungry that he couldn't stand even hearing Wanwan's voice. If he went out and saw her now, he didn't dare to think what would happen.

Not believing in evil, he picked up the pliers again and aimed at the newly grown teeth.

Again and again, he plucked one out, and soon a new one sprouted.

Time passed by. Qiao Wan simply prepared dinner and put it on the dining table. She walked to the bathroom door and heard the sound of running water inside. She knocked on the door and said, "Okay Ji Chi, it's clean enough. I I won’t dislike you, come out to eat quickly.”

His slender eyelashes were moist. Ji Chi ignored the sharp pain and pulled out the fangs before they were fully exposed. He did not dare to answer Qiao Wan's words. Looking at the new teeth one after another, he anxiously Tears flashed.

"Ji Chi?" Qiao Wan felt strange and knocked on the door again.

In the bathroom, Ji Chi was completely bloody. He wiped the blood from his face and tried to adjust himself, "Wanwan, I'm fine. You go over and wait for me."

He said it was okay, so obviously something was wrong.

Qiao Wan walked towards the dining table, looking back three times. She was worried about him, but she was also willing to give him space.

Hearing the sound of Qiao Wan's footsteps moving away, Ji Chi breathed a sigh of relief and continued his huge project. His patience was about to reach its limit. The hands holding the pliers were shaking. Black air enveloped the entire bathroom. His feet were floating and he almost lost his balance.

Carefully put the pliers on the ground, trying not to make a harsh sound. The black air all over his body gathered into a pair of foggy hands and penetrated into the mouth. The teeth were wrapped in bright red blood and fell out of the mouth. He raised his eyelids and looked at the empty mouth in the mirror. The next second, the world was spinning.

The black energy dissipated, and he fell to the ground covered with water stains and a mixture of blood and water.

There was a "bang" sound that scared Qiao Wan. She quickly ran to the bathroom door and knocked on the door, "Ji Chi! What's wrong with you? Did you slip? Can you still move?"

Turning the door handle, the door was locked from the inside. When she didn't get an answer, she continued to bang on the door anxiously, "Ji Chi, can you hear me?"

I don't know if it's because of Qiu, but she recently discovered that Ji Chi seems to be a little weak sometimes, and he is not willing to have close contact with her. He is also a deadbeat, and he doesn't want to go out, let alone take him. The hospital.

So she bought him cold medicine and came back, thinking that if he didn't get better after taking the cold medicine, she would wait.

It was better now, and I fainted in the bathroom.

She quickly calmed down, searched around the house, and finally found a heavy wrench, and smashed it into the lock of the bathroom door.

After banging it hard for seven or eight times, the door lock stopped working and the door was finally opened.

A blood-red world came into view. Ji Chi lay wet on the floor mixed with blood and water. His black hair stuck to his cheeks. He was as slender as a broken puppet.

"Ji Chi?!"