His roar caused the surrounding pedestrians to look sideways. The man noticed everyone's gaze, his face turned red in an instant, and he tried his best to lower his voice and said to the woman: "Let's stop making trouble, okay! You have to fortune-telling these days and I will let you. Forget it, I want you to pray to Buddha, what else do you want?! They all said that superstition is bad, those people are all nonsense!"
Yan Yu watched the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, leaning against the railing and laughing so much, he finally raised his head and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his sexy Adam's apple moved slightly, pointed at him with the cigarette between his fingertips, and repeated: "You , will kill her."
The woman was so annoyed by her husband's rudeness just now that she threw off his hand in anger and ran off the overpass, and walked along the sidewalk to the bus stop. The man glared at Yan Yu and stomped his heels.
The traffic was rolling underneath, and when the woman saw the man following, she turned around and walked directly to the side of the road. She reached out to call for a taxi, but at this moment, a white car speeding by suddenly lost control and knocked over the guardrail. Everyone exclaimed. Zhongzhi rushed towards them. With the harsh sound of the tires rubbing against the ground, the woman couldn't dodge in time, and she was hit all the way with a bang.
As if to confirm Yan Yu's words, a pool of blood slowly flowed out from the woman's body, bright red and dazzling. Her husband escaped from death and stepped forward trembling, only to see his wife staring at the boss, clearly out of breath. His legs softened and he collapsed to the ground in fright.
life and death, death, life...
At dusk, all the ghosts came out. On the road with frequent traffic accidents, there were already twos and threes of headless ghosts looking for substitutes. Yan Yu withdrew his gaze, put the guy who set up the stall in his backpack, and got up and left.
Seeing this, the old fortune-teller on the opposite side raised his head slowly, first looking at the tragic car accident under the overpass, and then looking at the back of Yan Yu's departure, I don't know if he remembered something interesting, and suddenly grinned, revealing a yellow mouth. tooth.
Yan Yu didn't go home immediately, but unlocked a shared bicycle on the side of the road and arrived at the nearby cemetery before dark. At night, no one visited the tomb to worship, and the street lights were dim. They searched and finally stopped in front of Xun Chuan's tomb.
The date of his birth and death is engraved on the cold stone tablet. This life is really short.
The cemetery stipulated that paper money could not be burned in the inner area at night. Yan Yu glanced at the darkened sky and buried the bank card in the soil. As for whether it was dug up or picked up, it was none of his business.
Yan Yu wanted to get up and leave, but he heard the sound of fingernails scratching his skin suddenly above his head. When he looked up, he saw a woman with disheveled hair leaning behind the tombstone, with bloodshot eyes sticking out. Staring at him, the moonlight was faint and terrifyingly tight.
... Yan Yu recognized that she was Xun Chuan's mother.
The wind was blowing through the forest, and the sound of fingernails scratching her skin was still ringing. She saw Mother Xun turned around and walked out from behind the tombstone. She was wearing a well-cut suit, but around her neck was a very inappropriate dark red The scarf, getting close, Yan Yu realized that the fingernails hanging by her side were full of flesh and blood.
Mother Xun didn't seem to be able to see Yan Yu, and walked out of the garden with no expression on her face, but her eyes were broken and painful. From time to time, she would stretch out her hand to scratch her neck, and then continue to make that kind of scratching sound, the scarf seemed to be soaked. Like water, an unknown liquid was dripping down.
"Achuan... Mom knows I'm wrong... Mom hurts so much... Just let me go... "
"Achuan... I hurt so much... It hurts so much... "
There was a cool breeze blowing from the road, Yan Yu didn't even look at it, he raised his hand accurately to restrain the ray of resentment from behind him, making the other party unable to move.
"I'm in pain too..."
Xun Chuan's familiar voice sounded in his ear, like a sigh, like a reproach, he climbed up on Yan Yu's back, still resting his chin on his shoulder, staring at the figure of Mother Xun's passing away, his expression on his face was the same as the voice. The totally inconsistent yin prey said word by word: "Yan Yu, it hurts so much for you to hold me..."
Yan Yu was silent, his fingertips loosened, and the restraint on him was released. However, the resentment solidified and formed again, and quickly attacked his throat. He grabbed again.
This time he clasped his palm in a holding gesture.
Xun Chuan didn't struggle, his cold lips came closer to Yan Yu's ear, and asked with a smile, "Did you see..."
He was referring to Mother Xun just now.
Xun Chuan said, "It's your turn next."
Yan Yu didn't respond, he let go of his thin and cold hand, and the resentment instantly dispersed. Although he never attacked him this time, it still lingered around him.
The cemetery is full of yin, and the ghosts will come out at midnight. If it is not a last resort, Yan Yu will not come here. He has been using spiritual blood frequently recently, and his vitality has been lost. .
However, as time passed, a faint itchiness came out of his neck, as if there were thousands of small bugs biting endlessly, which made people want to reach out and scratch, Yan Yu took a look at the broken mirror, It was found that there was a red mark on the neck, which was just right at the fatal part of the throat.
Don't think about it, it must be Xun Chuan's way, if you really reach out and scratch, the meat around the neck will be gone.
Yan Yu couldn't touch his fingertips, but there were two bloodstains on his neck. He didn't scratch it. He took a shower as usual, then sat cross-legged on the bed and started cutting his fingernails.
"Crack-"
"Crack-"
He cut the nails, not only did not break, but became longer and longer, Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the fingertips, then threw away the nail clippers, got up and burned a yellow talisman, and drank the ashes with water. went in.
However, the itch on the neck was only briefly suppressed for a moment, and then it swept over the sky and covered the sky again.
Yan Yu staggered a little, stretched out his hand to support the table, but saw a dark shadow quietly peeping at him from the mobile phone screen on the side, he stared, and even started to scratch his neck, only one click, flesh and blood burst out.
The palm of his hand immediately became scarlet, and the itch seemed to be relieved. Yan Yu fell to his knees, his hands tightly strangling his throat, and he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, which only made people feel that he was in unbearable pain.
The incandescent light in the room flickered, and Xun Chuan appeared, sitting beside the bed, looking down at Yan Yu, watching him gasp in pain, and watching him struggle with his throat.
"Does it hurt?"
He leaned over and looked at Yan Yu's line of sight, and sighed faintly, as if he couldn't bear it.
Yan Yu's temples were covered in cold sweat, a strand of hair drooping down in front of his forehead, he half-kneeled and stood up, his handsome face was pale, his eyes were full of pain, and his voice was broken and hoarse: "Save me..."
He held Xun Chuan's hand, his fingertips were cold, and he couldn't tell which of the two was colder.
When Xun Chuan saw this, he suddenly laughed out loud. He smiled and then stopped laughing. He raised his hand and clasped the back of Yan Yu's head, his eyes were blood red.
A ghost has no tears, so he can't cry.
Xun Chuan seemed to be asking him, but also asking himself: "If I save you, who will save me?"
However, the black qi lingering around Yan Yu's neck flowed back little by little along his fingertips. The blood qi dissipated, leaving only a shallow flesh wound on it. Yan Yu's stiff limbs were also able to move, and he supported himself from the ground. He got up, his fingertips moved slightly, but suddenly he took out a peach wood sword from under the bed, and while Xun Chuan was slack, he stabbed and pressed the hilt against his throat. The right hand that Chuan wanted to counterattack.
Xun Chuan didn't expect that he would fall into Yan Yu's trap again. His blood-fading eyes were instantly full of rage, and his whole body was full of resentment, and he actually wanted to fight him to the death.
"do not move-"
Yan Yu snorted, and the sword moved down, leaving Xun Chuan's throat, where there was a wound, as if it would never be wiped away.
The ghost stays in the world, one is because of hatred, and the other is because of obsession, hatred will be repaid, and when the obsession is gone, it is time to leave and reincarnate, Yan Yu quietly stared at his profile, and said after a while: "I know you hate it. I, wait for the day I die, and then go down and apologize to you, as for the text message that made you wait that day, I didn't send it."
When he said these words, he just wanted to release Xun Chuan's obsession and let him reincarnate as soon as possible.
Xun Chuan's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at him leisurely: "Why should I believe you?"
Yan Yu withdrew the tactic in his hand: "I said I won't go, but I won't go. There's no need to send text messages to lie to you to wait for me."
This sentence is cold-blooded and cruel. Every word is sharper than a knife. To explain it, it is better not to explain it.
Xun Chuan's fingertips began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. His eyes were so red that he was almost bleeding. The resentment on his body was a bit stronger than yesterday, and he seemed to be smiling, but the expression on his face was very distorted. : "You won't even lie to me..."
Yan Yu lowered his eyes: "... Haven't you been deceived enough by me when you were alive?"
After he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and took back the peach wood sword that was touching him: "You go, next time, I won't keep it."
Xun Chuan did not move.
The incandescent lamp on the top suddenly stabbed and flashed twice, the cups on the table vibrated violently, the sound of collision was endless, the curtains beside the window fluttered, and finally, with a low bang, the room suddenly fell into darkness. .
Xun Chuan left.
Yan Yu seemed to realize something, paused for a while, then sat on the floor against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, the lighter was almost out of gas, he flicked it twice before the fire came out, one corner was illuminated by the flames, But soon it was dark again.
Yan Yu lowered his eyes, let out a long breath of smoke, and seemed to let out a sigh. His handsome profile was a little obscure in the dark. He was used to this, and it was always unclear what he was thinking. what.
The sun gradually rose, and the sunlight poured in obliquely through the glass windows, illuminating a pile of cigarette butts on the floor. Yan Yu sat on the ground all night, his brows were languid, and his eyes were bloodshot with smoke. His face was so pale that he didn't look like a normal person. At first glance, he was not much worse than a vampire.
When the landlord's aunt came to knock on the door early in the morning, she was shocked by his appearance: "Oh my mother, what are you doing, you are like a dead person, shouldn't you be fooling around with people? Age? softly… "
The residents here are mixed, and Yan Yu lives upstairs with a female tenant. I heard people say that she is engaged in the pornography business.