The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

Chapter 120: Deceased Wife (8)

The movement was so neat, as if that of a husband whose relationship with his wife had faded and who had no passion left, so that he just did it in a hurry and went to sleep right away.

Ruthless and inexplicable.

Shi Jinzhe wiped his neck, the blood was still there. He raised one arm to look at Sheh, "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

“……”That means something happened.

"You stay away from me."

Shi Jinzhe's heart skipped a beat: "...I made you unhappy again?"

"No." Sheh shrank into the corner, "I seem to be a little bit abnormal, don't come near me."

"I was too close to you and you felt uncomfortable. Was it the hotel's fault?"

Thinking of her unusually slow reaction, Shi Jinzhe turned over and got out of bed, putting some distance between himself and Sheh.

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable..." Shekh twisted his tail, as if to endure something, "I'll be fine by myself for a while."

If she continued to suck blood in that trance, she was afraid that she would drain all the time.

"Is it really okay?"

"No."

Shi Jinzhe took two steps back and sat on the other bed, very worried: "Then call me if you have anything."

"Yeah." Sheh covered himself with the quilt, trying to recover from the dizziness.

It was very uncomfortable, as if I had suddenly fallen from a world of ecstasy.

Her body turned into a swamp, with mud and mist pouring into her brain. Her thoughts seemed to be scattered everywhere, and she was completely unable to concentrate.

Sheh wanted to solidify herself, or to have something to firm up her swamp.

Or maybe there would be a violent mudslide to fill up her empty body.

Sheh touched the snake's scales in the quilt. The ventral scales were facing upwards, and his tail was now twisted.

She wanted to turn around, but found that she had a hard time controlling her tail.

Her body felt a strange excitement, and the snake's tail kept moving around. She didn't even notice that the part hanging on the ground was broken when she tried to hook it.

The cool tip of the tail wrapped around his broken ankle, and he pulled his leg back, so the tail, as if competing with him, wrapped around him two more times.

He pushed the snake's tail in his hand without taking his eyes off the bed.

Sheh was covered with the quilt, forming a quiet little hill on the bed. The quilt would occasionally rise and fall, indicating that she was spinning her snake tail.

In silence, the clock hands moved from number 9 to number 2.

He looked at it like this for a long time before Sheh slowly lifted the quilt.

She turned around and saw Shi Jinzhe still sitting on the bed opposite her, watching over her. "You haven't slept yet."

"are you feeling better?"

"Okay." Shekh spread out the quilt, "Come up and sleep."

Shi Jinzhe first bent down and touched her forehead. There was no abnormal fever or low temperature. "Does it hurt when I touch you like this?"

Sheh: "It's not uncomfortable, go to sleep." She had suppressed that feeling.

Shi Jinzhe lowered his head: "Then let me go of your tail first."

The tail was not wrapped tightly, but it was very strong. He pushed it down and up again, and his hands were tired from pushing.

Shekh was silent for a moment, the tip of his purple tail swirling in circles, and no one knew what he was excited about.

She didn't want to admit that it was her tail at all.

When Sheh pulled his tail back, he saw that his trouser legs were wrinkled.

He folded and stretched his pants, then lay down on the bed again in the dark.

Fearing that his tail might do something embarrassing, Sheh took the initiative to hold his hand.

Shi Jinzhe turned his hand back and said, "What happened to you then?"

"I don't know. I was very excited after sucking your blood. I couldn't control my mind. I wanted more, but I was afraid of sucking you dry."

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"No more." Shekh looked at the clock on the wall at night, "It's late, let's go to bed."

"Call me immediately if you feel uncomfortable again."

"Ah."

At two o'clock in the morning, the two finally fell asleep as they felt sleepy due to being late.

In the quiet Peace Hotel, some people are fast asleep, and some of them should wake up because they have had enough sleep.

In the dark room, Cheng Youan, who was stabbed by someone, woke up slowly, still a little confused about what day it was.

The back of his neck hurt, and he lay on his side, facing the cold white wall when he opened his eyes.

As soon as the memories of the lobby came back to him, he became angry again.

Cheng Youan couldn't stand being beaten by the people he hired, in front of so many people, especially in front of Shi Jinzhe. He raged against the wall.

A bunch of trash, all trash, bullies who only care about the strong and the weak!

Three people are actually afraid of a woman. Did he spend so much money just to torture himself?

And what about Liu Run? What kind of hell place did he put himself in? It’s better not to cover himself with this damp and cold quilt.

This bed is so hard and small, how can a person live in it?

Four months of living a wealthy life was enough to make him become arrogant and debauched.

The bed Cheng Youan slept on in the past was just like this, but he couldn't accept it now. The conditions of this hotel were too poor.

He moved his stiff neck, and slowly turned his body to lie flat.

The room was very dark. Due to the U-shaped design of the building, all the rooms on the inner side had no lighting from street lamps. Once the curtains were drawn, the room became so dark that only a general idea could be seen.

He glanced to the right and saw that the bed there was flat and empty.

Why aren't any of those three people here? Even if we're looking for clues, we can't leave him here alone...

Cheng Youan, who was entering this kind of dungeon for the first time, was shocked to find that there was no one around him, and his arrogance was instantly extinguished.

He didn't dare look at the dark room any longer and closed his eyes again.

Sleeping is the fastest way to kill time. The moment you close your eyes and open them, it’s already dawn.

However, Cheng Youan slept for almost twelve hours and couldn't fall asleep at all.

After closing his eyelids for a while, he opened them again.

The first three days of a survival dungeon are an absolutely safe period, so the same should be true for a decryption dungeon, right?

A seven-day copy, maybe the first night is also safe.

Thinking of this, he became bolder and looked around the room in the dark.

From the roof to the curtains, then the bed next to it, and then the entrance hallway...

Even in the dark, he could make out a two-thirds dressing mirror sticking out from the wall.

And in the dressing mirror, there was a figure with his back to him.

The coldness spread, and Cheng Youan immediately closed his eyes, not daring to look any further. He told himself that it might be the clothes hanging on the wall, or he might have not woken up yet and was hallucinating.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the feeling of having another person in the room became even stronger.

My brain uncontrollably copied the black figure. I didn't see any obvious shoulder and neck lines, but it was a woman with long hair.

The word "female ghost" popped up reflexively, and he was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his back.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Cheng Youan's tense nerves straightened. He squinted his eyes tremblingly and shivered all over. The figure was still standing in front of the mirror.

The saliva in his mouth was secreted rapidly, and he wanted to swallow, but he was afraid of making a sound and alarming the figure with his back to him.

clatter--

clatter--

Suddenly, the sound of high heels was heard outside the corridor.

The high heels make a loud noise when they hit the ground, and people walking outside seem to enjoy the sound and walk very loudly on purpose.

When the high heels passed the door of 409, the dark shadow in the room disappeared in an instant.