"In thirty-six days, the gates of hell will open. If you want to be reborn, this is the best chance."
Su Qing's ten fingers were slender, and she flexibly put the three copper coins into the turtle shell. When she raised her eyes again, the trace of the female wandering soul was no longer in front of her, but a man with soft features.
Su Qing was stunned, and then shook the turtle shell in her hand twice: "Ah, isn't this the beautiful brother just now, is there an obsession with looking for my sister, or is there something you want to ask?"
Her pupils were light brown and looked extremely gentle. Xun Chuan crossed Erlang's legs and let out grievances all over his body, causing the wandering souls behind him to retreat in fright. His raised phoenix eyes looked at Su Qing slightly, and found that the other party was covered in famous brands. , Sure enough, as Yan Yu said, he is a rich man.
Xun Chuan raised his eyes: "Why did you move here?"
Su Qing didn't shy away, flicking the old copper coins on the table with her fingertips: "I only make money from dead people, where there is heavy yin and qi, and where there are many wandering spirits, I will go wherever, if you have unfinished obsessions, just give If you have enough money, my sister can help you do it too.”
Xun Chuan looked at her silently.
Su Qing seemed to understand something, and smiled: "Well, not all obsessions I can help you achieve. If you have any questions, please ask, my sister still needs to do business."
Xun Chuan originally wanted to leave, but he didn't know what to think, and suddenly said, "Can you read hexagrams?"
He raised a pale finger, and in mid-air, with resentment, he copied a hexagram pattern, exactly the same as the one in the drawer.
Su Qing glanced at it and said, "It's a fate chart."
"The end of the year, month, and day are all three, six, and nine polar numbers. The zodiac is restrained, and the five elements are restrained. The upper life and the lower death are born.
Xun Chuan listened quietly, unable to see any mood swings, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
Su Qing checked the hexagram again carefully, and then pointed to a series of numbers on it and said, "This person's birth year is not good, and his life is too hard."
He pointed to the following series of numbers: "And this person's life is too weak, and the five elements are all beaten by the person above. It's like a rabbit goes to a fox and a sheep falls into a wolf's den..."
The numbers above are Yan Yu's date of birth, and the numbers below are Xun Chuan's.
The night was dark, and the lights were not turned on in Su Qing's house. There was only a porcelain holder that was quietly placed by his hand. There was a small saucer on it. Inside, there are lanterns the size of beans.
The lights flickered, illuminating Xun Chuan's face with warmth, as if it was coated with a layer of crystal jade, but at this time, the gloomy wind suddenly picked up, and the ever-bright light shook twice, then suddenly went out, and a burst of light appeared. The blue smoke rose up, and the ghosts who were queuing up panicked for no reason and made a mess.
Su Qing wanted to light the lamp, but Xun Chuan held her wrist with resentment. The man whispered in her ear. The voice was sticky and cold, which made her goosebumps all over: "Go on..."
Xun Chuan repeated: "Continue what you just said, go on."
In the darkness, Su Qing could only see a pair of blood-red eyes, scarlet scarlet, she paused, put down the lighter in her hand, and said, "In other words, the person above will kill the person below, because the lives of two people If the plate is not right, as long as we are together, we will definitely die.”
Her voice fell, and after a while, her wrist lightened, and the extremely oppressive aura disappeared instantly.
The wandering spirits in the building pushed me, I bumped into you, and it turned into a mess of porridge. When Su Qing lit the ever-bright lamp with a lighter, they returned to order, as if nothing had happened, they gathered one by one and continued to line up. line up.
Xun Chuan's soul body entered through the wall, and found that Yan Yu was looking out at the crack of the door, his expression focused, and he didn't notice his existence at all, so he couldn't help raising his hand and gently put it on his shoulder.
Yan Yu was stunned for a rare moment, and when he looked back to see it was him, he straightened up subconsciously, stopped chopping the door, and walked over to the bed: "What did you see?"
Xun Chuan did not follow, leaning against the door panel, his soul was vaguely divided into two halves, one half was thinking about things, and the other half was answering his questions: "... She is like you, a warlock, helping ghosts fulfill their last wishes and earn dead money. "
Yan Yu didn't notice Xun Chuan's abnormality, and nodded when he heard the words: "No wonder he is so rich."
He leaned back on the bed, turned on the TV and listened to the sound, covering the noise outside, then brought a small notebook over, lowered his head and practiced his reckoning chart, the tip of his pen rustled, Xun Chuan's thoughts returned, his eyes looked at the TV, and he asked Yan Yu: "Why did you break up with me in the first place..."
The sound of the TV was so loud that Yan Yu couldn't hear it clearly, and asked without raising his head, "What? What? Why?"
Xun Chuan tried his best to use an ordinary tone and repeated: "I said, why did you break up with me in the first place."
I don't know if it was an illusion, Yan Yu seemed to be stunned when he heard the words, he reacted, put the cap on the pen, and put it on the bedside with the notebook: "Ask what this is for, it's the past, it's useless to know the reason."
He still looked heartless, as if Xun Chuan was the only one who could not extricate himself in the past.
Xun Chuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "Okay, then I won't ask that."
He disappeared, and suddenly appeared beside Yan Yu out of thin air, wrapped in a chill, Xun Chuan didn't say anything, and watched TV as usual, but couldn't see anything.
After a long while, Xun Chuan suddenly lowered his head slowly, broke apart the five fingers of Yan Yu's right hand one by one, and then intertwined with himself, one green and one white.
He died on the coldest snowy day, and his whole body was a bit colder than an ordinary wandering soul, as if he just touched it lightly, it would be covered with frost.
Yan Yu didn't understand why he did this, so he turned to look at him, but Xun Chuan suddenly said something irrelevant: "I never knew you could tell fortunes before."
Yan Yu stared at the TV, resting his left hand behind his head: "It's not an honorable profession to be a stickman. Can't you afford to eat without seeing me?"
Xun Chuan looked at the drawer on the fourth floor under the desk with a complicated expression. After a long time, he didn't say anything. He slowly slid down and lay down beside Yan Yu, still saying a word without end: "I Remember, you used to be nice to me..."
Every time Xun Chuan saw Yan Yu, he looked very embarrassed.
Forgetting why, Xun Chuan quarreled with his family and ran away directly from home. He walked all over the street with a bright slap print in the middle of the night, smoking and drinking, exactly like a bad boy.
His face was burning with pain, 80% swollen, how embarrassing it was to be seen by Yan Yu, Xun Chuan thought so, so he just found a park to sit, calmed himself slowly, and found a hotel to stay when he was sleepy.
This time he didn't find Yan Yu.
It was late at night, the shadows of the trees swirled, the park was silent and only the chirping of insects could be heard, the street lamps were a kind of bleak white light, and the strangely-shaped shadows in the distance could be made into a terrifying appearance by the human brain.
A hunched figure passed by in the distance. The man seemed to be dragging something heavy in his hand. The bag kept rubbing on the ground. Xun Chuan's scalp was numb, and he was so scared that he woke up with alcohol. Finally, he realized that he was a stray who was picking up rubbish. Chinese.
He relaxed and leaned back in the chair, without the slightest drowsiness, a feeling of numb loneliness spontaneously occurred, he flipped through the phone, turned it off, flipped through the phone, and turned it off again.
Xun Chuan quietly felt the passage of time, until a tall figure suddenly appeared not far from the street lamp. The person who came was Yan Yu, I couldn't tell what it was like for a while, but... it seemed to be similar to the feeling of a fireworks burst...
In the barren night sky, a sudden explosion...
Xun Chuan sat on the chair, looked up at him blankly, his hands clenched his knees unconsciously, Yan Yu saw the slap print on his face and narrowed his eyes: "Yo, what's the matter, the blushing looks like a monkey's buttocks. of."
If it was normal, Xun Chuan would scold him back, and it was not impossible for him to fight each other, but today, he suddenly didn't want to quarrel with Yan Yu, he pouted, turned his head, and said a little bit of grievance: "Being beaten by someone. already."
Yan Yu asked, "Why didn't you fight back?"
Xun Chuan didn't speak, and after a while, he looked at Yan Yu with dark eyes: "How did you know I was here?"
Yan Yu: "I can figure it out."
After he finished speaking, he said, "I said why didn't you harass me today, so you are hiding here."
When Xun Chuan heard the words, he wanted to get up from the chair, but his footsteps swayed, and he fell straight to the ground. Yan Yu quickly reached out to catch him, but Xun Chuan stopped drinking and threw him away.
Xun Chuan said, "I'm drunk."
Yan Yu pushed him away impatiently: "You're not drunk."
Xun Chuan repeated: "I'm really drunk, you carry me."
Yan Yu broke his hand: "You're not drunk."
After finishing speaking, he still carried Xun Chuan on his back and walked out of the park step by step. In a trance, some hot liquid fell down his neck and Yan Yu asked, "Are you crying?"
Xun Chuan nodded silently, shook his head again, and muttered, "My face hurts."
Yan Yu smiled but didn't smile: "Last time I was hit by a car and my leg even jumped up and slapped the driver. It hurts with a slap?"
Xun Chuan didn't speak, when Yan Yu asked him where he wanted to go, he silently wrapped around Yan Yu's neck: "I don't want anyone, no one cares, Yan Yu, take me to your house... I want to go to you Family… "
Yan Yu thought for a while: "Okay, remember to pay the rent."
Xun Chuan finally smiled, and finally leaned against his back and whispered: "Yan Yu, thank you for coming to me..."
Yan Yu carried him behind his back and walked to the house step by step: "Don't tell me, we still have this little friendship."
That night, when the two of them were lying on the same bed, Xun Chuan didn't know where the courage came from. Maybe it was alcohol or something else. He stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Yu, and kissed him with the last trace of drunkenness. go up.
"Yan Yu, I like you..."
Xun Chuan's eyelids trembled, hot tears fell, and the heart of the hot person trembled. He wiped away the tears, like a wounded little beast, repeating the sentence: "Yan Yu, I like you..."
Yan Yu paused, but did not refuse. He rolled over and pressed him under him, and everything came naturally.
Xun Chuan was always unlucky when he was with Yan Yu, but nothing happened that day. It was only now that he realized that being with this man was his greatest disaster.