MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 62

cage...cage...cage...

cage? ? ?

cage!

Zibazania's brain crackled and burst into spurts of dog blood, muddying his sanity and making everyone else dumbfounded.

The head of the Qi family brought a cage and I caught it.

Can I still live by being "possessed by evil spirits"?

Ziobac's whole body was stiff, his hands were still hanging on the cage, and he couldn't feel his five fingers. He unconsciously went to see the white cat, wondering what it was doing.

The eye is a big red.

The white cat was spitting blood, and it kept spitting out, as if it wanted to vomit out the last bit of blood in its body. Death is also shriveled skin, leaving no drop of blood.

It's over, I'm vomiting blood. My life is over.

As soon as Zaobai took his hand away, the back of his neck felt cold and hard to the touch. A hand was wrapped around his neck from behind, and the tiger's mouth caught his protruding and trembling neck bones, dragging him back.

In the late night of early summer, there is still a bit of coolness in the mountain wind, not biting, but refreshing. At this time, there was more friction sound of heavy objects being dragged in the wind.

Like the last prey in a slaughterhouse, the Orion is rushing to finish his work and rest, moving quickly and urgently.

The boss of the cemetery was already kneeling in front of the tombstone, holding the tombstone in his hands, his messy short hair brushing from time to time.

Subordinates are working for her.

The boss's head was pressed against the tombstone, and it was hit quickly one after another, and there was a continuous sound of "bang bang bang", which seemed to be a worship, but also seemed to be rampant.

Ziobac has been dragged backwards, and the cemetery is in front of him, but he doesn't bother to look.

Because the person dragging him behind has never made a sound, and there is a terrifying silence in his behavior. This caused him to not dare to distract himself at all.

In order to reduce the load on his neck, Ziabab tried to support the grass with his hands, so that his body could keep up with the rhythm of dragging, but the speed of the dragger was too fast, getting faster and faster, and he was dragged away as soon as his hand touched the grass.

A bright red cut was made on the fingertip, and warm liquid flowed out. Brushing the green grass blades.

The bones in the back of the neck were in sharp pain while dragging, and the flesh seemed to be suffering the terrible pain of being torn.

The places dragged by are full of evil and blood.

Ziobai has experienced the feeling of being on the verge of death, when Shen Ji stepped on his neck, when Qi Zizhi covered his mouth and nose, when he was stabbed in the stomach and lay on the deck, feeling the sinking of the ship, and the system's punishment.

But it was the first time for Ziobai to experience such an infinitely prolonged death. He didn't dare to cry out the pain, dare not struggle, and the cemetery gradually blurred in his eyes until it was completely covered by the bushes.

He was dragged all the way into the castle, to the second basement floor, and thrown into a study with black walls and white furniture.

The door slammed shut.

Zizania was dragged to the dark wall.

The hand around the back of his neck was like a wrench, clamping him up and lifting him up, pressing hard, and knocking him hard against the wall.

Ziao Bai's eyelids were so convulsed that he couldn't close them, his eyes were wide open, the walls in his pupils enlarged rapidly, but just before his eyeballs were brutally hit, an arm stretched out from behind in vain.

Zizania slammed on the back of one hand, making a sour and dull sound. His forehead bone was not broken, but the piece of flesh was scorching red.

The back of the hand that was lying between him and the wall was cold and blue, and the veins were throbbing.

There was a rattling sound of teeth being clenched behind her. That is a signal that the strength of forbearance is in jeopardy.

The trapped beast was struggling in the cage, arching, exhaling hot, blood congested all over, and roaring ferociously.

Can't take it anymore.

"restraint…"

There was the sound of quickly swallowing the secretions in Zizania's ear, accompanied by the old man's unclear words and panting, the back of the hand in front of him was red from his bump, and the blood vessels were more bulging, as if trying to break through the layer of skin and pierce into it. In his eyes, squeezed into his mouth, wrapped around his neck, he took a hard breath, thanking the Qi family for their gentlemanly demeanor.

In the next second, there was a pain in the back of the neck.

The white teeth were embedded in the thin and tender flesh, and blood oozes instantly.

The blood streaks quickly gathered into a small puddle of blood.

"gulu"

was swallowed.

"Ah—" Jiaobai came out of the stunned state and yelled in pain, "Grass, it hurts!"

The pain in the back of the neck is still getting worse.

Ziobac was pinned against the wall and couldn't move. His head was resting on the back of the man who bit him, and he was trembling with pain all over his body: "Third Brother, I'm Zaobai, sober up, sober up..."

The white cat kept roaring and screaming, and the sound was like sawing wood with sawtooth, so harsh that it made one's scalp numb.

"Stop barking..." Ziobai shouted unconsciously.

More blood was sucked out.

The swallowing sound was louder, like a beast eating, creepy.

Zibai was about to die, he struggled hard and leaned back, bit the back of Qi Yiliao's hand that was still lying on the wall, and murmured indistinctly: "I'm about to take the college entrance examination, I can't get hurt at this time, please Oh, please, wait until I finish my college entrance examination before you bite me."

The gnawing stopped.

"Restraint," Qi Yiliao's blood-red and creepy eyes drooped slightly, he arched his thick shoulders that fluctuated greatly due to excitement, his face full of gloomy expression was buried in the hot and clean back collar of the young man, trembling With a blink, his eyelashes scraped across the back of the opponent's neck soaked in cold sweat.

"Restraint, restraint..."

"restraint…

In the huge black and white room, apart from heavy and chaotic breathing, there was only murmuring over and over again.

Ziobai was completely blank in his mind, and the passage of time was blurred and slow. When the back of his neck was free again, he retracted his neck reflexively, and then opened his mouth slightly, only to realize that he was still biting the back of Qi Yiliao's hand. .

"..."

Zizania quickly loosens.

The back of his hand that was wet with his hot breath was finally removed, and a faint watermark was suppressed on the wall. That was the mark left by Khan.

Ziao Bai clutched the back of his neck that was bitten, and waited for a few moments, but there was no movement behind him, and it seemed as if the sound of breathing had disappeared, he turned his head back.

I saw a pale and handsome face, with a tall figure, deep and clear outline, blood-stained lips, and a gloomy and dangerous aura around him, like a noble and pure blood.

"...Third brother?" Ziabai swallowed.

Qi Yiliao lowered his eyes and didn't know where his eyes fell. After a while, he let out an indescribable low gasp from his throat.

Before Ziobai could figure out Qi Yiliao's thoughts, he saw him strode to the desk, opened several drawers at once, and searched like a storm.

"Where's the knife?" Qi Yiliao tilted his head, first as if talking to the void, then turned his face, facing the direction of Jiaobai, his eyes were still half-drooped, and his voice was muddy and hoarse, "Child, help uncle find the knife ,OK?"

Ziobac's rushing steps stopped abruptly, and he backed away. Old pervert, you want me to help you find a knife to cut my neck? You dare to think too!

wrong.

You don't need a knife to kill him, just strangle him.

so,

Qi Yiliao looked for a knife to engrave characters.

Ziao Bai's tense nerve endings loosened, and he raised his head: "Okay, I'll help you find it."

Qi Yiliao kept his eyes down. However, Ziobac could sense that he was staring at her all the time. With that dark, wet and sticky look.

The knife was found on a shelf, the size of a palm, and the scabbard was unexpectedly tattered and old, as if it had been used for many, many years, passed through the hands of several generations.

Qi Yiliao pulled out the knife and held it in his hand, the curled and disheveled blade of the knife was exposed to the pale light.

The sound of the wooden desk being cut oozes from under the knife.

One horizontal, one vertical...

restraint.

Every time Qi Yiliao engraved one, Ziobai would recite it silently.

Jiao Bai watched helplessly as Qi Yiliao filled up the small space at the end of the desk, with the knife still in the air.

This is a little panic.

You won't want to come to Lao Tzu, will you?

"Tonight..." The man with the knife sat down on the chair.

Zibai quickly took the opportunity to explain: "Third brother, I've been bewitched, I don't know..."

The words stopped, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, no, he couldn't say that he didn't know anything.

He was dealing with an old pervert who couldn't be dealt with in normal ways.

"I was sleeping in my room, but somehow I got to the backyard. When I woke up," Zibai looked at the white cat. It had stopped barking and vomiting blood, but it was still trembling nervously.

"Over there at the cemetery..." Zia Bai stopped pointing, with an embarrassing expression filled with just enough bewilderment, "I didn't expect Dean Qi to be there."

The person in front of the desk was scratching with a knife, and the engraved handwriting was scratched and torn.

Ziobac got goosebumps when he heard that voice. The back of his neck was a little itchy, and the blood from the wound flowed down into his collar. He was about to reach out to wipe the blood, when hoarse laughter sounded in the study.

"Scared you out."

Zaobai didn't manage his expression well for a while, and the words "what do you say" were written on his face, full of non-aggressive resentment.

Qi Yiliao's smile deepened, and he waved: "Come to Uncle."

Zibazania watched the white cat walk towards its master.

Qi Yiliao didn't look at Ziobac's bite wound on the back of his neck, nor did he care about the red marks on his neck from being tightened, or the scratches on his two hands being dragged, but held up his right hand.

The index finger slightly bent and touched his palm, tracing several red marks of different shades little by little.

Zizania rolled her eyelids upwards, it was from being squeezed out of the cage. It can be seen how tightly he grasped in the chaos, even tighter than he imagined.

What a sin.

Zibazania is well-informed, and the shock has long since disappeared, replaced by complex emotions.

It's embarrassing to say that this is one of his sweet spots.

"Dean Qi has been doing a research for many years without any results. He is under too much pressure and his mind is not clear," Qi Yiluo stroked the young man's wet palm.

Jiaobai said wittily, "Don't worry, third brother, I won't tell the truth." After that, he added, "I won't say anything even if I die."

"So good." Qi Yiliao put the knife into his hand.

Jiao Bai didn't think much about Qi Yiliao's intentions, so he put the knife back into the sheath and put it back on the shelf. After finishing this action, he returned to Qi Yiliao's side.

Afraid that it would be later, Qi Yiliao asked him to engrave one hundred and one thousand "restraints", and if he couldn't engrave well, he would come to the admonition class.

"I've talked about the cemetery, now let's talk about the second thing," Qi Yiluo slowly raised his eyelids.

Ziobai held his breath, and in an instant, the Qi Yiliao in his eyes overlapped with the white cat, forming a monster.

Their eyes are equally red. It's like bleeding.

The rot on the white cat is tangible, but Qi Yiluo is invisible.

— They are all waiting to die, but also to live.