[MTL, BL] The Whole World Thinks I Want to Die

4.5

It was getting dark, Chu Xianxian didn't recommend him to see the corpse now, saying that he would have nightmares in the middle of the night.

He just stayed and chatted with Cheng Ning for a while, and then went back to his room.

Now the NPC who provided them with information is dead, and they only know a few pieces of information. It must be one room for one person. The master bedroom may be dangerous. This copy may use common sense of feng shui.

But there are still many things that are unclear. What happened in the Wangye Mansion in the late Qing Dynasty, dozens of people died, why there are different scenes outside the windows of each room, how did Da Zhuang die, and of course, what happened to them most The downside.

Ghost, who is it?

Most of the other dungeons can infer who the ghost is in the background. For example, in the hospital dungeon that Cheng Ning has experienced before, based on the background information and the information at the beginning, you can roughly determine who the ghost is, but for this dungeon, they have already carried out For nearly a day, let alone a ghost, except for the complex patterns that have appeared many times, there is no clue at all.

Even Cheng Ning's Adventures in the World Outside the Window seemed mindless.

The difficulty of 2s displayed at the beginning of the dungeon, now Chu Xianxian thinks it is more difficult than 3s...

Cheng Ning pushed the dressing table in the house to the back of the door and lowered it, because all the doors in the yard could not be locked, so he still opened it inward. Yes, standing outside, it can be opened with a push, and when Chu Xianxian knocked on the door, it also knocked on the door frame next to it.

The black cat seemed to be asleep, lying on his pillow the whole time, with its small ears drooping and flabby.

"Are you not feeling well?"

Cheng Ning approached the cat worriedly. The black cat who could coax before raised his head and licked the strawberry candy on his chin couldn't cheer him up.

Cheng Ning was lying next to the black cat, his swarthy eyes and Huang Chengcheng's cat pupils looked at each other.

The black cat meowed weakly and touched him with its small nose, wanting him not to worry so much.

Cheng Ning's eyes were turning red. When the black cat used his nose to poke him, the little nose was still wet, but now it is very dry.

He didn't know what happened to the black cat, so he could only helplessly hold the cat into his arms. The black cat was very obedient and sticky to him all day. In just one day, he wanted to take the black cat away, but Fate always made fun of him.

Cheng Ning watched helplessly as the black cat closed his eyes in his arms, and then gradually disappeared.

Now that's it, he doesn't even have a cold body anymore.

Cheng Ning hugged the pillow and cried softly. The pillow still smelled like a black cat. I don't know how to describe it, but it smelled so good. , looks pathetic.

There was an inaudible sigh in the air, and the pale green mist surrounded him, but Cheng Ning was crying so sadly that he didn't notice it.

A few minutes later, the mist gently placed the young man who was asleep and frowning unhappily on the bed, smoothed his brows, and receded like a tide.

The ghost who was raising his hand at the door and was about to knock on the door sensed the existence of the fog, hid his only remaining paw, moved to his next door in a panic but very quickly, and then frantically knocked on the door, wanting to express He really didn't have the slightest intention to do anything to Cheng Ning.