Black shadows rose from the middle of the road one after another, their pupilless eyes stared straight at Lin Yan's car, children in ragged clothes running around with only skeletons left, and even women in palace costumes stretched out their pale hair. Long hands, scratching the car body with nails creaking, it is a great escape from the end of the world. Lin Yan took a deep breath and rushed to two hundred and ten miles per hour. The trees on both sides turned into shadows, and he couldn't see anything clearly on the road. He was firmly pressed on the seat by the impact force brought by the acceleration. The bumpy dirt road and the speed beyond the limit made Lin Yan suspect that the car would be scrapped in the next second, but he didn't dare to let go of the accelerator for a moment, like a black gust of wind rushing out of the ghost formation in the mountains.
Escape from birth.
Lin Yan finally saw the city before the pointer of the fuel gauge slowly dropped to zero. He got on the fifth ring road and drove back and forth. He rolled down the window a little, and the night wind dispelled the thick bloody smell in the car.
Cities, traffic, voices, normal times.
Lin Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned back on the back of the chair.
The experience of exorcising ghosts in the mountains is like a dream, lost in the neon lights of the city, but the evidence in the passenger cabin is real. Lin Yan smashed the steering wheel twice, thinking that this must be his mother's life The most damning thing is that in an era when the people live and work in peace and contentment, the people live a happy life, and the country's leaders are busy with diplomacy and socialism has a bright future, he saved a ghost from a mage who didn't know what sect came to ask for his life.
Lin Yan found an inconspicuous place to stop and rest.
"Dude, let's celebrate, we didn't hang up."
He didn't answer, the ghost next to him seemed to be asleep, his eyes were closed and he was leaning on the back of the chair, his black hair still hanging down to cover most of his face.
Isn't it already killed? Lin Yan's heart tightened, and then he realized that this thing was already dead, and it couldn't die again if it wasn't well fed. No, I can't say anything, Lin Yan glanced at him, his quiet appearance with eyes closed is not much different from that of a living person, he is even breathing, and his chest rises and falls regularly. Dressed in a Confucian scholar's dress, with loose hair that is extremely unconventional, the clothes are stained with old blood, but the fabric is still fine. Looking down, the hem of the wide straight skirt reveals bare feet, with a series of cracks and mottled Old wounds, like walking a long way.
Lin Yan sighed, thinking that this time he had completely offended his ancestor. He hesitated for a while between abandoning the car and running away, or committing suicide in fear of crime, and finally decided to wait until the "man" woke up. "Don't believe the words of the dead, ghosts only remember what they want." The lines from the movie "The Voice" flashed in his mind, Lin Yan shook his head, eyes can't lie, the ghost is reluctant to stay The look in his eyes shocked him too much.
Lin Yan suddenly wasn't afraid of him anymore, hesitantly said that he didn't bother to look at him in the temple just now, ghost... ghost is something invisible and intangible, what does it look like
By coincidence, Lin Yan stretched out his hand to brush his long hair covering his face.
For a moment, he was actually mentally prepared to see a rotten face, even a skeleton, or simply missing some facial features, but when the black hair was pinned behind the ears and the sleeping face of the man was revealed, Lin Yan still ate it. Surprised.
What a...a ghost...why does he look so good-looking.
It was simply a face drawn in an ancient style, with long eyebrows drawn into the temples, a straight nose, and a heroic look between the brows that did not belong to this era. He didn't sleep well, probably because he was exhausted by the mage's torment, frowning, curled up in his sleep, as if he was still protecting the little wooden man.
What, a good skin, if you reincarnate early, it won't be a bloody storm, what the hell should you look like.
The skin is also really good, like a jade carving, and the pores are not visible.
Lin Yan gave him a sympathetic look, and his heart suddenly moved. This guy doesn't really think of me as his wife who has been dead for an unknown number of lives. What happened in the temple made Lin Yan feel a little guilty, so he couldn't help but brushed the hair from his neck, and gently wiped the dried blood on his face with the back of his hand.
The ghost was startled, and opened his eyes suddenly, staring at Lin Yan with resentment.
Lin Yan yelled out in fright, and instinctively covered his neck with both hands in the next second.
This time, the target of the attack was changed to the shoulders. A pair of powerful ghostly hands pinched Lin Yan's shoulder blades, and with more and more force, he could almost hear the bones creaking, and there were waves of pain in his shoulders. His mother is endless, like a ghost like an animal, Lin Yan panicked to open the door, but it was locked automatically when the car was parked, and it couldn't be opened for a while.
The car was pitch black, and the button to control the door lock was not visible, so Lin Yan could only grope around the small green light on the control panel. The ghost hand slid down from his shoulder and touched the wound on his forearm. After hesitating for a while, he leaned down and lowered his head to gently sniff the freshly scabbed wound.
Lin Yan remembered that he was still sprinkled with the nitrate that separates Yin and Yang, and only the cut was human, so he couldn't help but rubbed his shoulders and let out a chuckle.
"It's me, don't smell it, it's true."
The ghost gave a long sigh, and grabbed Lin Yan's arm to pull him into his arms. Lin Yan stared at him blankly, but suddenly lost his temper by that obedient appearance, so he had to let go of the car door handle. He leaned against the co-pilot's seat, leaning against the ghost's chest.
"Brother, I'm the one who let you down today. I almost let you get hanged up by that old monk for no reason. I owe you one time. Don't be an example."
The ghost wrapped his arms around his waist, and Lin Yan's cheeks were scratched by the long hair, itching and whizzing.
"Missing a wife?" Lin Yan grabbed the hand on his waist, interlocked his fingers, and said softly, "I've always missed my ex-girlfriend, but it's just a breakup. I want to break up."
"It's my fault for digging your grave, but I'm learning this. I have to do whatever my teacher tells me to do. Don't pester me. Go reincarnate. Catch a good time and be a young lady or a little girl in the next life." Li came to ask uncle for candy."
"Uncle will introduce you to someone when you grow up."
"...Forget it, you don't understand either."
The car is quiet, the neon lights of the whole city are reflected on the car windows, the Apple logo on the top of the high-rise building in the distance emits a white cold light, people come and go on the road, and groups of little girls change their summer clothes and carry shopping. The boys were playing and laughing; the boy was wearing earphones, leaning on the window and playing mobile games, probably because his girlfriend was impatient.
In the A4 car parked by the side of the road, Lin Yan leans against a ghost facing forward. The hustle and bustle outside the car window seems to have gone away, leaving only a sense of strangeness. In an era that promotes independence and material desires, bustling cities, impetuous life, It sounds like a lot of people, but it doesn't matter who has anything to do with anyone.
He is often cornered by this loneliness.
I don’t know who has ever expressed emotion that the more people you see, the more you start to like dogs. Lin Yan raised a Labrador, who was always naive and enthusiastic with his round eyes open and waiting for his master to come home. He was more loyal than his lover. He suddenly admired the ghost in front of him, no matter what purpose he followed him for, to kill, or if they really had a relationship, he had the courage to travel through hundreds of years and walk alone in this era that did not belong to him. Lin Yan wondered if he would also panic when he walked behind him through tall buildings and billboards, so... who is your strength
Lin Yan took out his mobile phone and wanted to reply a text message to Yin Zhou. Things changed too fast. A few hours ago, he was clamoring to kill this troublesome ghost, and now he hugged to watch the night scene together. Fluorescent light is a bit dazzling in the dark. The screen was suddenly covered by someone just after writing the fourth word. Lin Yan pushed his hand away, but the ghost covered the screen again, and the blue glowing light came from his slender body. Leaked between fingers. Lin Yan couldn't help laughing, he thought the ghost was quite interesting, and the child had a temper, so he pressed the screen lock and coaxed him softly: "Stop posting, don't be angry." After speaking, he struggled out of the ghost's arms and tugged at his cuff , the ghost really obediently leaned over to pillow Lin Yan's chest, and let Lin Yan smooth out his hair slowly with his fingers.
"It's still several hours before dawn, I'll hold you to sleep for a while, because today you were tortured by that old monk." Lin Yan said. Couldn't help breathing out several times in a row, there was a mist in front of his eyes, Lin Yan shook his head, thinking that he had to pay for the sins he had done, he had to find a way to break his obsession with the world, and reincarnate with peace of mind .