The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 113
At two o'clock in the afternoon, no one was home.

The warm afternoon sun shines through the translucent blue curtains into the living room. Everything in the home is obviously so familiar, but it seems extremely strange because of the excessive loneliness.

My mother is probably still taking care of my father in the hospital, and my sister is still in school.

During this period, Gao Yang had become the backbone of the family. Even if he stayed away from home all night or even had no contact for two or three days, although his mother was worried, she would not be angry anymore and would only tell him not to fall behind in his studies, after all, the college entrance examination was coming soon.

Gao Yang took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower to relieve his physical fatigue and the wounds that had not fully recovered.

He grabbed a towel to dry his hair, walked barefoot into the bedroom, and sat down on the familiar bed.

He turned on his phone and checked the calls and messages that had accumulated over the past few days.

Gao Yang patiently replied to the messages from his mother, father, sister, Wang Zikai, Uncle Qing and others one by one. Only then did he feel like he was back in real life.

Betrayal, sneak attack, fighting, death, parting... all of these have nothing to do with him.

It seems that he is still the ordinary 18-year-old boy he once was.

Gao Yang turned off his phone and lay down calmly.

There were still all kinds of messy pictures and sounds in his mind. He took a deep breath, began to meditate, and tried to let go of everything.

Without any warning, Baili Yi's words floated into my ears:

"Delusion, greed, anger, delusion, life, and death are all void."

“Life is too short to dream big.”

Deep sleepiness gradually came over, wrapping Gao Yang, and he slowly closed his eyelids.

……

It was already midnight when Gao Yang woke up, the room was dark, and a bright white moonlight shone through the window.

This sleep was really long. Ever since he woke up, Gao Yang rarely slept for more than four hours.

He was a little thirsty, so he turned over and sat up. Just as he was about to turn on the light, he was suddenly startled.

In the darkness in the corner of the room, there is a woman, with her back against the wall and her legs bent, sitting quietly on the floor.

Gao Yang initially thought that Liu Qingqing had invaded his dream again, but he quickly denied it.

He squinted his eyes and looked over carefully, then said softly: "Qing Ling?"

"Yeah." Qing Ling replied.

"When did you come in?" Gao Yang was a little surprised. He didn't even notice. He was really sleeping too deeply this time.

"It's been a while."

Qing Ling stood up from the floor, walked to Gao Yang, and looked down at him.

Gao Yang looked up at her, feeling a little uncomfortable. He leaned away and patted the place beside the bed: "Sit down, don't stand."

Qing Ling sat down next to Gao Yang and said straight to the point: "I went to school today and the head teacher said Wan Sisi was dead."

Gao Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Qing Ling continued: "I also heard that Wan Sisi was in a car accident and was run over by a large truck. Her head was lost."

Gao Yang felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and stared at the moonlight on the floor in trance.

"Gao Yang."

Qing Ling's eyes were menacing, "How did Wan Sisi die?"

Gao Yang sighed and met Qing Ling's eyes. Her eyes were cold and bright, like orchids in the dark night.

"Qing Ling, Wan Sisi was killed, but don't worry, this matter has nothing to do with you and you will not be exposed."

Qing Ling was slightly startled. She didn't expect Gao Yang to answer like this, even if it was indeed the answer she wanted to hear. She was originally worried about whether she was exposed, so she came to Gao Yang in the middle of the night to confirm.

"That's good." Qing Ling stood up.

Gao Yang watched her leave, Qing Ling walked to the window and suddenly stood still.

Her delicate side face was bathed in the moonlight, and for a moment, Gao Yang caught a hint of hesitation from the corner of her mouth.

Soon, Qing Ling looked back at Gao Yang: "Don't you have anything else to tell me?"

Gao Yang was stunned: Is she caring about me?Or are you concerned about the event itself?I thought she only saw upgrades.

The Hong Crazy thing, to be precise, is the force behind Hong Crazy. Gao Yang does not want Qing Ling to be related to this, it is too dangerous.

Moreover, he also promised White Rabbit that the matter would be kept secret for the time being.

Gao Yang smiled gratefully: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Who cares about you anymore."

Qing Ling said coldly and jumped out of the window.

The curtains flickered slightly, and the room returned to silence.

Suddenly, Gao Yang remembered the night when Qing Ling sneaked into his room for the first time.

It's only been less than a month, but it feels like it happened a lifetime ago.

... three days ago.

Three o'clock in the morning.Taipingqiao Cemetery.

The moonlight was bright, the night wind was whining, and the mountains were filled with light mist. On top of a brand-new tombstone, squatted a white cat.

Cats are relatively large, about the size of a medium-sized dog.

Its eyes are as green as emeralds, and its white hair is soft and thick. It is crystal clear under the moonlight and dances with ethereal brilliance.

It tilted its neck and licked its pink fleshy paws, very selflessly.

"Bata, bah, bah."

The sound of high heels could be heard not far away.

Under the moonlight, a woman wearing a long red cloak walked up to the tombstone. Even though she was completely covered, she could vaguely be distinguished as an adult woman with a plump figure.

The woman lifted up her huge cloak hat, and her silky silver hair fell down.

Under the cloak is a beautiful and voluptuous face, with majestic features, bloodless skin, and red eyes, but exuding a noble and cold light, just like the vampire countess in the ghost castle.

"Sister, let's go."

When the woman opened her mouth, her voice was gentle and soft, like an intimate sister on the radio. Although her temperament was uncoordinated, it was more distinctive.

The white cat raised his head and glanced at the woman, then gave a gentle "meow", as if he was being coquettish.

The white cat jumped down from the tombstone and meowed again.

It slowly squatted down, curled up into a ball, and the hair on its body rippled like water plants, then began to "melt", and finally turned into a thick white smoke.

Soon, the smoke was blown away by the wind, and the white cat disappeared, replaced by a slender naked girl.

The girl has silver hair, pale skin, red eyes, and a beautiful face. She is exactly the same as the cloaked girl, but she is a little less mature and charming, and more cute and cute.

The cloaked woman took off her cloak, wrapped it around the girl, and gently arranged her hair.

"elder sister."

The girl smiled crazily, revealing a small white tiger tooth, "I saw him again today."

"What, do you like her?" My sister touched her sister's head.

"Ah."

The younger sister nodded shyly, "I can't wait any longer, I want to eat him."

"No, wait a moment." My sister's tone suddenly became stern.

"But……"

"obedient!"

"Okay." My sister blinked.

"Is the matter finished?" my sister asked again.

"Ah."

"Let's go then."

The elder sister took her younger sister's hand and turned to leave the cemetery.

My sister thought of something and looked up at her sister: "Sister, why do they call us ghosts?"

"I don't know." My sister thought about it seriously: "Maybe it's because we always eat them."

"Oh."

The younger sister nodded. After a while, she raised her head again and said, "Then if he is willing to be friends with me, I won't eat him."

The elder sister stopped solemnly, squatted down slowly, and held her clean jade face in her hands: "Chu Xue, remember, ghosts have no friends, and they will never have any."

"I know." My sister was a little sad, but soon she smiled again: "It doesn't matter, I have Sister Bailu."

"Well, it's enough that we have each other."

The woman named Bai Lu stood up and took her sister's hand again.

Soon, the two disappeared into the white mist of the cemetery.

Under the tombstone where the white cat stood were a dozen bunches of white daisies stained with mist.

The gray soil on the ground was still fresh, and the deceased had been buried for no more than 24 hours.

The night breeze blew gently, and the petals of the white daisies trembled gently.

At some point, the wind stopped, but the white petals were still trembling.

"Whoa."

A pale hand broke through the soft soil and crushed a white daisy.

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