When Yan Yu came downstairs, there were slight footsteps echoing in the corridor, flies were flying around under the dim light bulbs, the weather was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe, and the stench of the nearby garbage piles drifted over the whole building. diffuse diffusion.
Leaning against the railing and lighting a cigarette, Yan Yu looked at the broken wall in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was not living like a human being.
The cigarette in his hand only ignited a little bit, and then it was pinched on the railing. Yan Yu stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, but he didn't realize that Xun Chuan was standing behind the door. Know who scares whom.
After being stunned for a moment, Xun Chuan gave up his seat and floated back to the bed. His legs were dangling. Yan Yu didn't speak. He changed his shoes at the door and sat down at the desk. After a while, he reached out and pulled the fourth Layer drawers.
Xun Chuan stopped moving, wanted to watch it, but felt that he should not watch it again.
There was a brazier under the desk for burning talisman paper, Yan Yu dragged it out, lit the paper and threw it in, and a cluster of orange flames ignited, which illuminated his profile a little more warmly.
Xun Chuan still asked, "What are you burning?"
Yan Yu's eyes shone with fire, and he said softly, "The thing that makes you unlucky."
If he hadn't calculated this hexagram, he wouldn't have broken up with Xun Chuan. If he didn't break up, Xun Chuan wouldn't have gone to X City to wait for him, and maybe he wouldn't have died. Sometimes, everything is fate.
Xun Chuan floated over quietly, the yin all over his body made the flames a little weaker, and he couldn't stop shaking, as if it would go out in the next moment, Yan Yu put his hands together, the fire light became bright again, and the paper was also very bright. turn to ashes.
After burning it, Yan Yu poured a glass of water in it, extinguished the remaining spark, and asked Xun Chuan, "Do you hate me?"
I thought it would be very heart-rending, but I asked it so plainly.
Hearing this, Xun Chuan knew that Su Qing must have said something to him, so he pinched the corner of the desk at a loss, and looked down at the brazier: "I don't hate it, in fact, you can tell me directly..."
But after speaking, he felt that it was meaningless. Yan Yu told the truth, and he might not believe it. He only felt that he would not even give a decent excuse for breaking up. After all, such things as fortune-telling are too mysterious.
Xun Chuan didn't even know that after death, people would really become ghosts because of too deep obsession.
Hearing this, Yan Yu touched his pocket and wanted to smoke, but found that it was gone, Xun Chuan took out the lighter in his hand, threw it aside with a clatter, and sat face to face on his lap.
"There's nothing wrong with being a ghost," Xun Chuan pinched his chin, his brows cold and condescending, "If I don't die, maybe you'll forget me with peace of mind after breaking up."
After death, Yan Yu can remember him for a lifetime, and he will never be forgotten...
In a sense, Xun Chuan still understands Yan Yu, others are not bad, but it is true that he is heartless, otherwise he would not have grown so big.
Yan Yu said: "It's a good thing to be able to forget."
The gates of ghosts don't open every year, every three years, every five years, there's no way to be sure. Some warlocks can figure it out, but ghosts can't. Some of them want to be reincarnated, and they'd rather fight without breaking the bank. pass up this opportunity.
Tonight, Yan Yuneng could clearly feel the restlessness of the grievances in the outside world. He was worried that evil spirits would break in. He hid a money sword in his sleeves, leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest before dawn.
Yan Yu was accustomed to turning black and white, and became sleepy during the day. He opened his eyes and saw that Xun Chuan was still lying on his side, yawned, and also lay down, and soon fell asleep.
Xun Chuan turned over quietly, stared at Yan Yu quietly, and then quietly reached out his hand, as if he wanted to pinch his nose, but he didn't want to wake him up, so he finally took it back.
It was the hottest time of midsummer, when the vegetation outside was shrunken and turned yellow. Xun Chuan glanced out through the curtain, but was also forced back by the scorching sunlight, so he could only wait for the sun to go down.
During this period, Yan Yu kept falling asleep. Except for turning over occasionally, he did not wake up. Xun Chuan saw the red sun slanting towards the west and walked to the door. His figure instantly dissipated in the air, but he was stopped by an inexplicable force in the next second. came back.
He took a few steps back, gathered his figure again, and his face changed subtly. Only then did he realize that a formation had been set up around the room at some point, and he couldn't get out at all, and Yan Yu seemed to feel it, and quietly opened it. eyes.
"You can't get out."
Yan Yu got up from the bed, without any sign of sleepiness, looked at Xun Chuan and said, "...Didn't you promise me to be reincarnated?"
Xun Chuan couldn't get out, the expression on his face changed and changed again, it was extremely ugly, and at the end of his brows, there was a sudden smear of gray defeat, he heard the words and said with a sneer: "When are you so easy to deceive, what do I say, you will Believe what?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that what he said was wrong. If Yan Yu believed in himself, why would he set up a formation here? He immediately kicked the chair over in anger, rushed out the door in disbelief, and his soul body was stopped again.
Yan Yu watched from the side, thinking that he still had the same temperament that he didn't look back after hitting the south wall. Anyway, the formation was not harmful.
Xun Chuan was so mad that he tore off his quilt and said in a gloomy tone, "Go, open the door for me—"
Yan Yu put his hands behind his head and looked at him calmly, "Why don't you want to go?"
He was referring to reincarnation.
Xun Chuan's fingertips were shaking with anger, he grabbed Yan Yu's collar, his eyes were red with blood, and he asked himself with a sneer: "Why? Why don't I want to go? You don't know anything at all. , what do you know...?"
All he wants is the person in front of him, and he likes only the person in front of him, instead of listening to other people's nonsense and waiting for the reincarnation of some empty soul.
Different, different, even if it is the same soul, it will no longer have the unforgettable memory of this life, and will no longer have the memory of this life, but these Yan Yu do not understand, and Xun Chuan does not know what to say. listen to him.
If he is dead, he can still be a ghost and come to find Yan Yu. If his soul body is reincarnated, there will be nothing left, so what else can he rely on to find him
Xun Chuan couldn't get out, and he couldn't take Yan Yu what to do. When he got angry, he started to throw things. Yan Yu didn't stop him and let him fall. Anyway, there was nothing valuable in this room.
"Boom-"
There was a lot of movement in the room, and the cracking sound came one after another. Unfortunately, Yan Yu was a poor ghost, and there was nothing to keep him smashing. After a while, the movement stopped, leaving only the large wardrobe and desk.
Xun Chuan sat on the ground, his shoulders kept shaking, whether he was angry or tired, he kicked the end of the bed violently, and yelled at Yan Yu, "Let me out!"
Yan Yu got off the bed: "You calm down first, actually..."
Actually there is something to discuss.
However, before he could say the second half of the sentence, there was a sudden scream belonging to a woman from upstairs, which sounded extremely frightening. Extremely resentful, he looked back at Xun Chuan, paused for a moment, opened the door, and rushed straight up to the fourth floor.
As soon as the door opened, the formation was ineffective.
Su Qing's house was not turned on, it was pitch black, the wardrobe and desk fell to the ground, and it was more chaotic than the battlefield. Yan Yu heard her screams from below, but it was quiet when he came upstairs, as if Everything that just happened was an illusion.
"Su Qing?"
Yan Yu called out to her, but no one responded. The cool breeze blew past, and the scattered talismans spun around in a circle on the ground.
“Boom… boom…”
At this moment, the closet door rang twice, Yan Yu raised his eyes, approached cautiously step by step, stretched out his hand to tentatively open the closet door, and the bleak moonlight outside the window filtered in, pulling his shadow long, and he was with him. At the same time, a hammer was raised high behind him and hit Yan Yu's head with force—
"Stab!"
A sound of corrosion sounded, the hammer suddenly stopped in the air, and a funny clown lowered his head, only to find that a money sword had been inserted into his abdomen at some point, corroding his soul body while still smoking blue smoke, he couldn't help but With a shrill scream, he pulled out the money sword and threw it into the distance, smashing it towards Yan Yu.
Yan Yu was well prepared, and quickly dodged, reached out to open the wardrobe door, and dragged out the unconscious Su Qing.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie... You're also a spirit body... It's great... I don't have to forcefully use that woman's body... "
The clown regained his happiness in an instant, and ran towards Yan Yu, jumping from side to side with a hammer, his hands stretched out, as if he was going to strangle his neck, Yan Yu came in a hurry and didn't bring anything, Seeing a bundle of red threads scattered on the ground, he pushed Su Qing away, and quickly wound a complicated soul lock knot. When the clown's sharp nails stretched out, he directly put it on his wrist, and then pulled the knot hard. , suddenly corroded a blue smoke.
As soon as Su Qing fell, she seemed to have woken up. She covered her head and staggered to her feet. Seeing this, her face changed greatly. She quickly found a peach wood sword from the ground and inserted it into the clown's back. He shouted sharply: "Go away! He's a monster! Don't let him get on you, or it's over!"
Both Yan Yu and Su Qing were born with spiritual bodies. Such physiques are the most likely to attract ghosts. If the spirit power is strong, the spirit energy is weak. As long as the ghosts get on his body, they can use this body forever, and more importantly, they can still be ghosts. It's no wonder the clown is so happy.
He was originally interested in Su Qing, but now he has a more suitable male body, and now he aimed all his attacks at Yan Yu, and wanted to get on his body.
The Demon is one step higher than the Specter. Yan Yu can barely beat Xun Chuan, but he really can't fight against the Demon. At this time, he just feels that his whole body is frozen in resentment, and he can't move at all.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
The clown came close to him, his hands were like flowing liquid, and he invaded Yan Yu's body little by little along the bound red line. Su Qing was very anxious when she saw this, but she couldn't shake him at all. A thick black resentment suddenly appeared, tightly wrapping around the clown's neck, pulling him back and away from Yan Yu's surroundings.
The clown's whole body turned into a puddle of twisted liquid, and instantly broke away from the grip of the resentment. At the same time, the sharp fingernails pinched the resentment, and then bit down hard, chewing soundly, swallowing the resentment. into the belly.
A human-shaped figure condensed and formed behind him, and it was Xun Chuan's appearance. He took the money sword that Yan Yu had dropped from the air, and ignoring his corroded hands, he aimed it at the clown's head and inserted it fiercely—
"Thorn-"
A violent sound of corrosion sounded, the clown paused, and began to struggle desperately. Xun Chuan didn't let go, and firmly fixed the money sword. His hands and arms were visibly corroded into bones, and finally he was killed by the money sword. The light bounced off fiercely, and the clown, like a snowman, disappeared out of thin air, the liquid flowed on the floor, and then quickly attacked Yan Yu.
Su Qing was desperately rummaging on the ground to find something that could exorcise ghosts, but Yan Yu's face was already dark, he was half-kneeling on the ground, strangled his throat as if he was having difficulty breathing, and let out a smug smirk like a clown.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie... you kill me... kill me..."
Xun Chuan's face was rotten on most of his face, weaker than a virtual soul, his figure appeared and disappeared, and he couldn't move. .
Su Qing never thought that Yan Yu's soul qi would be so weak. She was so anxious that she beat the spells one after another, but it was of no use. She could only watch the clown's soul take over his body little by little. Like ashes.
Yan Yu said with difficulty: "Kill me..."
He looked at Xun Chuan and said to Su Qing: "Su Qing... use the money sword... kill me..."
When the clown's soul really takes over this body, it will be too late.
Su Qing picked up the money sword, tears fell, and she couldn't catch her breath from crying, but Xun Chuan used her last strength to grab her wrist, and she couldn't let go.
Yan Yu only felt that his body had been split into two halves, and his limbs were beginning to be out of control. He looked at Xun Chuan, moved his lips silently, and said something, but only he could hear it, just at the last trace of consciousness. When he was about to be annihilated, a cry came from Yan Yu's mind.
[Woooooooooooo what are you! ! Get out, get out, get out! Ahhh! I *fuck* you! Go away! ! ! ! Woo woo woo mother! I am afraid! I'm afraid of ghosts! I don't want to stay here woo woo woo! 】
Yan Yu's body froze, and he only felt that something was punching and kicking in his mind, and he was fighting with the clown's soul while crying.
[Wuwuwu you ugly thing stay away from me! roll roll roll! I ***** tell you to stay away from me and you won't listen! Woohoo, you still don't get out! I beat you to death! I beat you to death! 】