Baomu's eyes widened, and he covered his nose and mouth tightly. He didn't know what to do, and his whole body was shaking.
At the very least...
"Baomu? What's going on?" The fool's voice suddenly became uneasy.
"Hurry up, wear a mask!" Baomu gasped, his words mixed with a few hoarse coughs, "Brother fool, hurry up, please."
I don’t know if masks are useful, but now I can only do this.
Rustling... rustling...
The fool's footsteps sounded messily, and it seemed that he had been rummaging for a while.
"I put it on!" the fool shouted, "Baomu, I..."
"Brother fool, can you throw my mask over here? Just throw it over from a distance."
The fool picked up Baomu's mask and threw the white gadget next to Baomu, who had his back turned to him.
"Okay, Brother Fool, go out quickly." Baomu said while grabbing the mask.
"Going out?"
"Go find the Taoist priest," Baomu said in a tearful voice, "I don't know what to do... Don't come over here, go out and find the Taoist priest."
The fool's footsteps left, and the door creaked open. Baomu put the mask on his face, shivered, and looked at the carpet beside the bed.
On the carpet, there was a pool of red and black fresh liquid. The same liquid was also stained on Baomu's hands and mouth, and now it was also stained on the mask. The liquid exuded a light woody fragrance, but it was not good.
The woody aroma I smell is an ominous woody aroma.
That smell echoed in Baomu's mouth, Baomu felt scared, and even more... familiar.
The moment there was a knock on the door, the Taoist priest jumped up from the bed.
"Taoist! Wake up!" The fool yelled outside the door.
The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian, who also sat up in shock, looked at each other and said, "You are a little fool."
"What happened?" Luo Jiutian quickly got out of bed.
The Taoist priest shook his head, almost ran to the door, pulled off the anti-theft chain, and opened the door.
The voice-activated lights in the corridor were bright and dim, and the fool stood at the door sweating profusely, "Taoist Master..."
"What's wrong?" The Taoist Master's eyes became sharp, "Come in first."
"No... we won't go in..." The fool raised his right hand and pointed forward, "Taoist Master, something happened to Baomu..."
"Baomu?"
At this time, there was another creaking sound, and the door to the girls' room opened, revealing three little heads.
"What happened?" Qin Yin rubbed his eyes.
Wen Ling and Xiao Lan's heads were stacked on top of hers, and the three of them looked confused and worried.
Suddenly, with a bang, the door between the two rooms was slammed shut, and several people were startled.
The fool immediately ran to the door and slapped it hard, "Baomu! What are you doing?!"
Everyone came together.
"What happened to Baomu?"
The fool panted and relayed Baomu's unusual behavior to them.
There was a moment of silence.
"What's going on..." Qin Yin put on Xiaolan's coat and shouted, "Baomu! Are you in there?"
After a long while, Baomu's thin voice sounded from inside the door.
"Taoist Priest, I...I seem to be sick."
"Then it's time to open the door." The Taoist priest was also a little anxious, "Bao Mu, please open the door quickly."
"No, Taoist Master..." Baomu's voice trembled, "I seem... like I've contracted the plague."
Xiaolan saw the Taoist Master's facial muscles twitch, and he probably felt the same on his own face.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Qin Yin shouted suddenly, his voice breaking.
"Baomu, don't think blindly," the Taoist priest said calmly, "Open the door."
There was actually a hint of pleading in the Taoist priest's voice.
"Taoist Master, I can't open the door..." It sounds like Baomu must be very scared now, "I'm afraid of infecting you."
"Then what are you going to do now?" Qin Yin shouted angrily, "Do you want us to put you alone in the room to wait for death?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone inside and outside the door fell silent.
Xiaolan was covered in cold sweat. She knocked on the door anxiously and stamped her feet in a hurry.
The Taoist priest tried his best to calm down. He turned and told Luo Jiutian beside him, "Jiutian, call an ambulance first." Then he leaned on the door and said slowly, "Baomu, don't worry, listen to me and open the door first.
"
There was silence inside the door for a while, and then Baomu's crying slowly reached their ears.
"Taoist Master, I can't let you because of me..."
"I thought you already knew the relationship between us," the Taoist Master said in an extremely gentle tone, "Baomu, haven't you discovered it yet?... The bond between the few of us has long been greater than life.
It’s important.”
Baomu's gentle cry penetrated through the crack of the door and penetrated into their ears.
Xiaolan's nose felt sour, she hummed and knocked on the door, "Brother Baomu, please open the door."
"I'm not afraid of being infected by you, what are you afraid of?" Qin Yin's eyes were red, but his tone was still so arrogant, "Isn't it just death... Open the door for me quickly, or see how I deal with you!"
Luo Jiutian put down his phone, glanced at the screen with confusion, and muttered, "Why is there no signal..."
At this time, there was a click inside the door, and the wooden door opened a small crack, followed by a series of hurried running sounds. When the fool pushed the door open, Baomu was standing in the corner, holding his mask, shivering and looking at them.
"You have to stay away from me..."
But no one paid attention to his words. Everyone rushed towards him. The fool directly put his arm around Baomu's shoulders and shook him while saying, "What did you say, you damn boy?..."
Baomu pushed them away hard and pointed to the carpet next to the bed that was stained with black and red liquid.
Luo Jiutian knelt down and sniffed, "What is this?"
The fool suddenly realized, "This is what you spit out..."
Baomu nodded painfully.
Two huge tears rolled out of Qin Yin's eyes. She didn't have time to wipe them away. She just patted Baomu on the head and said, "You didn't open the door for me, you bad guy!..."
"You are not allowed to hit Baomu!" The fool pushed Qin Yin's hand away.
"I'll beat you too!"
Xiaolan also hugged Baomu's waist tightly, as if holding some lost treasure.
"Why is this happening?" When the Taoist priest saw Baomu, his heart calmed down. He stared at Baomu's face and asked, "Do you feel anything?"
Baomu hesitated and said something.
"What did you say?..."
"He said it was familiar," the fool immediately translated, "the smell is familiar."
"Is this smell familiar?" Luo Jiutian pointed to the black-red liquid on the ground, "It doesn't have any smell at all."
Baomu shook his head vigorously, pointed at the carpet, and said something else.
After the fool heard it clearly, he immediately opened his eyes and turned around and said, "Baomu said that he had smelled this smell in the game."