chapter 4 Evil things in the temple

Yves Nixon closed her eyes.

The temple was filled with smoke, and all the worldly things left him.

The wind chime hanging in front of Yves Nixon's window rang.

Ding-ding-ding-ding——

The mahogany sword hanging outside the temple shook slightly, and the sword suddenly cracked.

The lingering smoke trembled, and the big incense inserted in the incense burner was extinguished.

There was a crisp slapping sound on the black dog's blood, and the "person" quickly stepped on a dozen very light dots, reaching the head of the bed.

In a daze.

Yves Nixon suddenly felt a little cold.

Yves Nixon began to shiver as the chill hit him. He leaned against Fanny Braddell and drowsily pulled on the quilt, trying to wrap himself up. However, the girl was stronger than him, and the quilt became smaller and smaller.

The whole person fell into an illusory dream, and the chill became more and more intense, penetrating into the bone marrow, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

Yves Nixon frowned.

My mind went blank.

He seemed to see the huge towering ancient tree. The leaves were flying, no longer like flowing fire, but like snowflakes, looking down at the snow country.

He saw the blurry shadow kneeling in front of him again.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

It was Fanny Braddell's voice.

"Brother...I'm so cold..."

The voice trembled slightly, touching the heartstrings, making people unable to stop feeling pity.

Yves Nixon was a little confused.

Someone put his forehead against his, and his hands wandered between the waistband of his clothes, and a bone-chilling chill came from the touched skin.

Fanny Braddell pressed his forehead to his face, weeping.

"Brother...are you cold?"

The touch of the girl's smooth and jade-like body made Yves Nixon feel distraught.

He took a few quick breaths and said, "It's cold...I'm cold too."

Fanny Braddell held up his soft voice and whispered softly: "Then brother...why don't you do something warmer with me?"

Yves Nixon was confused, her lips were burnt and her mouth was dry, and she murmured: "Something warmer...?"

Fanny Braddell chuckled lightly and said with a hoarse voice, charming and charming: "Come on, good brother... Come on, be happy."

Word by word, his fingers brushed across his chest, gently touching Yves Nixon's heart, feeling the slow beating of life.

Yves Nixon didn't feel warm. He could feel the chill floating outside his body. The soft voice was still teasing him. Suddenly there was a tremor from behind, and the last corner of the quilt wrapped around him was also pulled away.

Yves Nixon's consciousness suddenly woke up.

Fanny Braddell had always called himself Yves Nixon simply and neatly, and was reluctant to call him brother when he was hungry. How could he say the words "good brother" so boringly?

Besides, I have Fanny Braddell back...

Who is it touching his forehead now?

Instantly broke into a cold sweat.

Yves Nixon breathing became more rapid.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his mind, and calmed down.

Evil, really evil...

I dare to make mistakes in the church.

The woman in the dream undressed her and massaged her whole body. Yves Nixon could feel that the "thing" seemed to be clinging to her body, and there was a dense tapping sensation all over her body, which was comfortable and sore.

Yves Nixon's back tightened, and someone tightened his sleeves.

It seemed that Fanny Braddell was also awake.

Fanny Braddell didn't speak, and a choking sound came out of his throat.

This girl... is about to cry.

What on earth is it?

Isn’t she a peerless beauty?

Yves Nixon's eyes narrowed to a tiny slit, wanting to see his true face.

He opened his eyes and gasped instantly.

What caught his eye was a pale face.

There was no trace of a human being at all, a spider head tilted, seven or eight dark pupils staring at him, a round mouth shrinking, blowing cold air, the whole body hovering on the edge of the bed, three or four thin The long spider legs were placed on the bed and stepped on the window sill, taking turns to "massage" themselves.

Yves Nixon couldn't help feeling nauseous when she thought that what she had just massaged was such a thing.

The big spider spun a tongue out of its mouthparts and slowly aimed it at its own lips.

"What the fuck is this?!"

Yves Nixon made a sound in his heart, and his whole body was hairy. If Fanny Braddell hadn't grabbed his hand from behind and held it back, he would have jumped up. His eyes widened and he looked at the messy things in the room. , the smoke in the church went out, it seemed that the peach wood sword and the black dog blood were useless.

"Brother...flute, use the flute..." The girl behind her trembled and lowered her voice to the lowest level.

Yves Nixon scalp was numb and he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only grit his teeth and said: "The flute... is in my clothes. You... help me and take it out slowly."

The girl's warm fingers touched Yves Nixon's skin, and the chill dissipated for a moment or two.

That big spider seemed to have impaired vision and hearing, but even so, Fanny Braddell still didn't dare to move too much.

When she was in the temple before, she encountered ominous things, nightmares, and ghosts on the bed. Yves Nixon told her not to be afraid, just take out the bone flute, and then she would have a good night's sleep.

Fanny Braddell heard from the Taoist priests in Pendora that if you encounter a ghost, don't open your eyes. Don't open your eyes to see the face of a ghost out of curiosity. In this way, the ghost will spare your life and you will be safe after dawn.

However, the monk also said that if you let it take away a lot of yang energy for no reason, you will lose at least ten years of your life after dawn. If you encounter something serious and dangerous, you will not survive the dawn at all.

A very dangerous thing... Is this big spider with chills all over its body considered a very dangerous thing?

Fanny Braddell fumbled for the bone flute with trembling hands.

"Brother... just hold on."

Yves Nixon clenched Fanny Braddell's hand, took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

"Fanny Braddell" in his mind pounced on him again.

The soreness and numbness all over the body began to beat slowly and orderly, and the woman seemed to be leaning down to whisper in the ear: "Good brother, open your mouth, I want to feed you something..."

Yves Nixon had cold sweat on his forehead and said hoarsely: "What...are you going to feed me?"

The woman in Yves Nixon's mind spoke slowly and charmingly: "I'll feed you all of myself... taste it, does it taste good or not?"

Fanny Braddell, who was behind him, opened his eyes wide, looked at the ghost face, laughed out loud, hung his scarlet tongue in front of Yves Nixon, and licked the latter's cheek vigorously.

Fanny Braddell touched around but couldn't find the key. He still couldn't find the bone flute.

Yves Nixon had three layers of cold sweat on his forehead.

That extremely cold tongue licked her cheek, chilling her to the bone. A layer of ice scum quickly formed on Yves Nixon face. However, the tongue licked back and forth very slowly, and finally touched Yves Nixon's lips.

"Good brother, you...you should open your mouth."

Yves Nixon scolded her in her heart, thinking that it was true that she had eaten three cloves of garlic, but this big spider that came to the door was so evil, and the black dog-blood peach wood sword Bodhisattva smoke was not working. If she really opened her mouth, it would not be smoked to death. I'm afraid both my life and death are at risk.

Why hasn't Fanny Braddell touched the bone flute yet? !

This is fatal!

The big spider that was placed above the two of them raised its head after waiting for a moment, and its dark pupils turned once or twice, as if it sensed something was wrong.

The woman's resentful voice sounded in Yves Nixon's mind.

"Open your mouth——"

What followed was a roaring, word-for-word roar.

"Spit my balls out!"