Chapter 2513: Inhuman: Xiao Chen's Amnesia 04

The pink mist disappeared.

Warm water rushed over his body, Liang Yanzhe let out a hard sigh, closed his eyes, and allowed droplets to roll down from the tips of his hair.

He turned off the valve, quickly changed into a bathrobe, tied the belt, and walked out of the bathroom.

Liang Yanzhe picked up his phone, glanced at the time, prepared to leave, his gaze unintentionally swept over the small round table in the center of the room, and his steps halted.

That seashell lay on the dark tabletop, emitting an extremely pale, hazy pink, like clouds dyed by the setting sun.

Liang Yanzhe furrowed his brow slightly, that strange feeling rose again from his heart, he walked over, picked up the now-pink seashell, threw it directly into the room's trash bin, then hurried to the door, gripped the handle, and pushed down.

It didn't budge at all.

Liang Yanzhe stared for a moment, then tried again with more force, but the handle seemed welded shut; no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't press it down even a bit.

At this moment, the hidden Jin Chen also found himself in a bit of a dilemma.

He didn't want Liang Yanzhe to leave, and even less want him to throw himself away; the mist sealed the door lock.

But he didn't know how to communicate with his wife, who seemed a bit slow.

Ling Gun Gun chirped ideas in his sea of consciousness, annoying Jin Chen a bit.

Jin Chen searched around the room and saw a pair of scissors on the table.

Got it.

Liang Yanzhe was trying to call the hotel staff when he suddenly heard a metallic scraping sound from behind.

He turned warily, and saw the black scissors on the tabletop swaying up into midair, their sharp tips pointing at him.

Liang Yanzhe: "……"

His mind went blank for a second, his pupils contracted slightly, he instinctively stepped back, his spine pressing against the cold door panel.

The scissors seemed pleased with his reaction, and drifted a bit closer.

Liang Yanzhe spun around, again forced the handle, even trying to ram the door with his body.

Jin Chen watched his intense reaction in surprise, not understanding why he fled again.

He was clearly trying hard to communicate.

Feeling displeased at being ignored and resisted, the floating scissors clanged as they were thrown to the ground.

【Host, this will scare him to death!】 Ling Gun Gun spun anxiously.

【We must first let him see you!】

Jin Chen's mist paused in midair.

Okay.

As Liang Yanzhe futilely tried to open the door, he suddenly felt the surrounding light dim.

He stiffly turned his head, his heart jumped.

Not far ahead, the air seemed as if ink dripped into clear water, spreading a thick mist.

It constantly slowly churned and flowed, with no fixed form, filling the space before the door.

Liang Yanzhe leaned against the door panel, his fingers icy cold.

He watched helplessly as two……tentacles slowly extended from the black-gray mist.

The misty tentacles flexed and bent agilely before him, awkwardly forming a lopsided heart.

Liang Yanzhe: "……"

A huge sense of absurdity diluted the fear.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

This thing seemed to have consciousness, and for now showed no lethal aggression.

Liang Yanzhe tried to communicate, his voice dry from tension: "You……what do you want?"

Jin Chen manipulated the two heart-shaped tentacles to spread; one curled up the scissors that had been thrown on the ground, lifting them again to hover before Liang Yanzhe.

The scissors flew up again, pointing straight at Liang Yanzhe.

Liang Yanzhe stared fixedly at the mist, thinking of the worst possibility.

"You want to……kill me?"

The mist paused, then violently rolled, expressing negation.

Wife is so stupid.

Jin Chen didn't understand how he could think of that.

Only see the scissors turn direction in midair, their sharp tip aiming at the black mist and stabbing.

The scissors sank into the churning mist; a few drops like black water beads seeped out more solid mist from the pierced spot, slowly dripping and then dissipating into nothing in midair.

Liang Yanzhe stared, stunned.

He hesitated, "You want……my blood?"

The mist ceased churning, fell silent for a second, the whole mist expanded a ring, and the two tentacles swiftly made another perfect heart.

It really was.

Even if he hadn't watched many horror movies, Liang Yanzhe knew that a request for blood from an unknown creature absolutely could not be agreed to.

"No……"

As the words of refusal left his mouth, the originally cheerful mist cooled down, the surrounding temperature seeming to drop a few degrees.

Jin Chen got angry.

Before Liang Yanzhe could react, the hovering scissors swiftly sliced lightly across the back of his hand braced against the door panel.

A stabbing pain came, Liang Yanzhe let out a muffled groan, and pulled his hand back.

A thin red mark appeared on the back of his hand, soon oozing a bead of blood.

At the same time, that band of icy mist wrapped around him like a viscous fluid, the bathrobe's belt was rubbed loose and slipped to the floor.

Jin Chen saw a knife mark on Liang Yanzhe's arm, very faint.

Liang Yanzhe leaned his back against the cold door panel, overwhelmed by the icy sensation, his whole body stiff.

The black mist had no substance, yet it clung tightly to every inch of skin, slowly flowing and winding.

After the fear and cold passed, the stinging sensation on the back of his hand gradually faded, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

It felt as if countless tiny, icy streams were washing over it, carrying a faint numbness that flowed from the wound throughout his limbs.

This feeling was too strange.

Liang Yanzhe gritted his teeth, yet an uncontrollable low groan escaped his throat, and his legs felt a little weak.

His consciousness gradually blurred, about to slip to the ground; in a dazed state he seemed to hear a whisper near his ear.

"My name is, Jin… Chen…"

Liang Yanzhe completely lost consciousness.

Seeing him collapse softly, Jin Chen startled, quickly retracting all the mist.

Liang Yanzhe, having lost support, was about to fall to the floor; Jin Chen hastily extended a few tendrils of mist, barely managing to hold him up, his movements appearing somewhat clumsy.

【Host, quickly hold him onto the bed, the floor is cold!】 Ling Gun Gun urgently commanded.

Alright, really troublesome.

Jin Chen carefully wrapped mist around Liang Yanzhe's waist and knees, lifting him lightly and placing him on the bedroom's large bed.

He also pulled the blanket over to cover his chest.

Feeding on Liang Yanzhe's fragrant blood, Jin Chen felt wonderful.

Feeling satisfied, that mass of black mist rapidly shrank, becoming a small palm-sized black mist that floated down lightly and slipped into the blanket.

He lay on Liang Yanzhe's chest muscles, rubbed a bit, then stayed still.

——

Next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains.

Liang Yanzhe's eyelids twitched, he slowly woke up; after the slight dizziness passed, fragments of last night's bizarre memories surged into his mind.

Liang Yanzhe sat up, lowered his head to examine the back of his hand.

The red line cut by the scissors was still there, but healed to only an extremely faint pink thread, unnoticeable unless looked at closely, more like a certain pattern.

He instinctively touched his chest, feeling a faint prickle from the abrasion; looking in the mirror, he could indeed see an extremely faint pink trace.

As if it had been tightly rubbed by something rough yet soft.

Liang Yanzhe raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temple.

All this seemed like an absurd, fantastical dream, yet the marks on his body reminded him it was real.

Liang Yanzhe looked around the room with a complex expression; everything was as usual, and that seashell appeared again on the bedside table.

He quickly got up; as he dressed, the fabric rubbed against the skin on his chest, bringing a slight unusual abrasion sensation.

Liang Yanzhe decided to change rooms immediately.

On the bed, a small black mist curled up on the pillow was sleeping soundly, until Ling Gun Gun woke it.

【Host, wake up! Your wife is about to run away!】

The mist shifted a bit, dissatisfied, 【You're too noisy, I want to sleep.】

Ling Gun Gun wished it could shake him awake.

【He's packed his things, he's going to change rooms and leave here! Won't you follow him!】

Jin Chen shifted slightly, slowly turned over, then fell still again.

Ling Gun Gun: 【...】

It fell silent for a second, then Youyou tossed out the killer's mace.

【Aren't you craving your wife's blood? If he leaves, you won't be able to suck it anymore.】

The black mist instantly spread, becoming thin and transparent, swiftly drifting toward Liang Yanzhe, who was putting on his coat, just like yesterday, silently attaching to his back and following him out of the room.