When I returned to the city and found the hospital, it was already dark. A Yan’s injury was not serious. There was a ten-centimeter-long knife wound on his arm and he had stitches. Pushing the syringe while scolding the young man for what to do and not fighting every day, Lin Yan and Yin Zhou rolled on the hillside covered in mud, and they didn't know how to explain it, so they could only obediently agree.
The blood test results came out. The doctor said that Ayan’s long-term adverse effects led to severe anemia and hypoglycemia. He needed to be hospitalized for recuperation. During this period, he could not do activities that consume too much energy. Lin Yan went through the hospitalization procedures for the little Taoist priest. After paying the fee, he went to the room to see He, Ayan huddled on the bed and hung glucose, the quilt was pulled until only his eyes were exposed, when he saw Lin Yan coming in, he blushed and kept apologizing.
"Just now, I was anxious just now. The master said that once the magic technique starts, it cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will easily cause ghosts to rush forward. There are few people on the mountain. I am worried that something will go wrong and it will not end..." Ayan smiled nervously: "I didn't expect Your physique is so strange, Brother Lin, Brother Lin Yan, if you learn this, you must be much more talented than me."
"Seeing that you don't talk much at ordinary times, you have become so angry that Ah Zhou and I were startled by you." Lin Yan carefully moved his injured arm into the quilt, pointed at Xiao Yu and said to A Yan : "Let's recuperate first, and I'll clean him up for you when I go back."
The little Taoist priest's face began to turn red again. Lin Yan squeezed his fingers, and couldn't help shivering when recalling the bone-piercing cold on the mountain. Seeing that the beds on both sides were empty, they probably all went to dinner, so he asked him in a low voice. : "What's going on today?"
"I don't know. Spiritualism is the simplest way of Taoism. There are bones and photos. You have a pure Yin fate. It should be easy. I didn't expect to find the ghost of Er Xiangu but I couldn't bring it. It seems that I was caught by something. , I'm in a hurry, just, just..."
Lin Yan frowned: "Stuck? Could it be on the way to reincarnation?"
The little Taoist's expression became serious: "No, no, if you can find it, it means that it has not been reincarnated. When people are alive, their souls rarely go out of their bodies because ghosts use the human body as a container. After death, the container will be invalid. A simple technique However, today’s situation seems to indicate that it has found another container, maybe it is attached to someone else like that Zhou Jintian, or maybe it is imprisoned somewhere and cannot come.”
"I, I think the latter possibility is more likely. I want to try to gather the yin energy from the cemetery on you to attract the ghost of the fairy girl. To ordinary people, these yin energy are nothing, but your fate is positive." The fire is fading, I can't suppress it... almost..." The little Taoist bowed his head and muttered sorry, then laughed at himself and said, "I don't blame that thing for being angry, I'm too reckless."
Lin Yan shook his head and said it was all right. He sat by the bed and peeled an orange for him. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the ward. The lights outside the window had just come on, and the street was reflected in an orange strip by the passing traffic and street lights. Lin Yan felt as if there was a heavy stone in his heart. The people he got in touch with recently were all troubled, first Xiangu, Yin Zhou, and then Ayan. Blindfolded and walking at night, knowing that there are dangers everywhere but not knowing what to be wary of.
It is wrong to go forward, to go back, or to stand still.
"The hospitalization fee has been paid, rest at ease, and call me if you want to eat." Lin Yan said, "Come see you tomorrow."
A pair of hands wrapped around his back, wrapped around his neck like comforting, the tip of his nose gently rubbed against his neck, Lin Yan unfolded Xiao Yu's palm like it had been scorched, and put it on his lips for a soft kiss, Looking at the little Taoist again, he couldn't help but feel a little alienated.
"Ayan, don't call him an evil animal." Lin Yan said, "He has a name, his name is Xiao Yu."
A Yan looked at the void behind Lin Yan in a daze, and then nodded slightly after a while.
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Lin Yan threw the blood-stained clothes into the washing machine, picked out a set of ready-made clothes from the pile of clothes he bought at the antique market yesterday, and put them on the small stool in the bathroom. He leaned against the sink and held the medicine box to pick and choose. How could there be medicine that can cure spell damage, and it's not Harry Potter.
The steam in the bathroom was steaming hot. Lin Yan had just finished taking a shower. He pulled on his slippers and picked out a piece of Yunnan Baiyao from the medicine box. Staring at Lin Yan, seeing that he was just fiddling with the medicine bottle for a long time, he became a little impatient, tapped his knuckles on the wall of the ceramic bathtub, and called Lin Yan softly.
The ghost looked surprisingly good in the steam, with deep collarbones, and his well-defined facial features looked like a painting, with his chin resting on his arms, and the hands hanging outside the bathtub showed burnt black scars between the fingers. Lin Yan squeezed the ointment, grabbed Xiao Yu's palm and flattened it, turned it over and over to examine it carefully, the strange thing is that the burn marks were much lighter than in the daytime, the scorching bubble disappeared, and the not serious part of the palm even returned to its usual appearance.
"It's useless." Xiao Yu glanced at the ointment in Lin Yan's hand, shook his head, "I'll be fine."
Lin Yan curled his lips and threw the burn ointment aside.
"You violated the rules. I said that people around me should not move. If Ayan hadn't hid quickly today, you would have killed me." Lin Yan let go of Xiao Yu's hand, and rinsed his hair for him with the shower : "I'll forgive you once for the sake of being honorably wounded, but never again."
"Does it hurt? Keep your hands away from the water." Lin Yan carefully turned down the water flow of the shower, "I haven't even raised hamsters before, and I want to raise ghosts all of a sudden. I don't know where to go when I'm sick Where to send it, be obedient and don't compete with the strange things in Ayan's bag next time."
Lin Yan felt that he was a bit nagging, but the people around him didn't mind, they squinted their eyes and seemed to enjoy it.
"He almost killed you." Xiao Yu said slowly, "Stay away from him."
Lin Yan burst out laughing, and rubbed Xiao Yu's head twice: "It's like how long you want me to live."
Compared with the initial hoarseness and slowness, this ghost's language is gradually becoming more fluent, like a human outcast who has lived alone in the mountains for many years and slowly regains the gregariousness after returning to society. Maybe one day they can really eat together Guo Guo nestled on the sofa and watched TV, Lin Yan thought, if he stopped insisting on asking for his life.
"It's true that I was severely frozen today." Lin Yan smiled wryly, "Ah Yan didn't mean it, he was dragged here even if he was a half-baked Taoist priest, who made me encounter ghosts all the time recently."
Lin Yan forced himself not to look at Xiao Yu, his eyes slid over his chest, staring at the tiles behind, sighed and said: "To be honest, too many things have happened recently, people I know have died or injured, but I don't even know who is doing the tricks, so I really can't stand the trouble, so don't make trouble for me."
The bathroom was stuffy, and Lin Yan was a little dizzy. After washing Xiao Yu's hair, he sat on the sofa alone to breathe. I don't know why he's always getting tired lately. He's tired even though he hasn't done much. Later and later. Lin Yan casually picked out one of the old books on the table and flipped through it. He bought it from an online second-hand bookstore in order to understand Gu art. The traditional Chinese characters in the vertical format are hard to read. After reading for a long time, he felt sleepy. There was a layer of water in front of his eyes, and the reaction of his head became much slower.
The content of the book is obscure and difficult, and he has never heard of many terms in his life, but some parts still attracted his attention after skipping through it. It is said that when ghosts have the same resentment as living people, the resentment of living people can be vented in various ways, but souls can only be rescued or killed. , commonly known as "climate". Lin Yan put the pillow on his back, lay on the sofa and yawned big.
Many sorcerers use these chaotic ghosts as weapons. In order to arouse the resentment of the souls, they even use extremely insidious methods, such as digging out the dead who have just been buried from the coffin, putting them in jars, roasting them over fire, and biting them by insects. , placed in the Yin gathering place and other methods to stimulate its killing intent, and then controlled by sorcery, the ghost will not give up until it achieves its goal if it entangles someone, especially the corpse of a child...
Tiredness swept over like the sea, Lin Yan was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, as if they had been filled with lead.
Sure enough, when you are old, you can't be as busy as seventeen or eighteen. In order to avoid the morning rush hour and leave for the countryside before five o'clock, Yin Zhou and Yin Zhou took turns carrying the little Taoist priest into the hospital when it was dark, and my mind was buzzing. There was a loud bang, like thousands of people knocking on a wooden fish together, the book in Lin Yan's hand slipped to the floor with a muffled bang...
Let's sleep for a while, Xiao Yu will call himself when he comes out... His eyes are narrowed into a slit, his vision shakes slightly with the shaking of his eyelashes, and slowly even the last trace of clarity disappears.
Swish, Swish.
There was a regular rustling sound coming from somewhere in the room, but it wasn't the sound of water in the bathroom. Lin Yan forced himself to open his eyes, thinking in a daze, Xiao Yu, why did it take so long to take a shower
Swish, Swish.
It sounds like someone is scribbling rough paper with a pen, who is it? Lin Yan sat up from the sofa and looked around following the sound. The whole room was dark and gloomy, and the dim ceiling light only illuminated a small space under the light. The dust was rising and falling, like an old movie from the 1960s. Away from the clutter and noise that appeared from time to time, a girl in red was lying on the floor with her back turned to her, scribbling something vigorously.
How can there be a child here, is it the child of some relative
Lin Yan walked over drowsily holding his temples, and saw the girl wearing a dirty old padded jacket, with a pale waist exposed, holding a crayon to scribble, the rustling sound just now was the tip of the pen scribbling The sound of drawing paper, a "person" was painted crookedly on the white paper, the limbs were folded into strange angles, the face was painted into a black ball, but the positions of the two eyes were left blank, and the corners of the mouth were grinning stiffly on both sides, as if in a big Smiling, the two rows of wide teeth are painted bright red, the whole head is strangely pulled down to the lower right, and it is crooked on the shoulders without support.
The girl was so absorbed in painting that she didn't notice the movement behind her at all.
"What are you drawing?" Lin Yan asked softly.
The little girl turned her head and smiled at Lin Yan, her dull eyes were like two black holes: "Hee hee, this is me."
"Brother, brother." The little girl sucked her thumb into her mouth, pointed at Lin Yan and said with a smile, "Brother."