Different from Yan Yu's evil-looking handsome, Xun Chuan is a kind of flamboyant beauty, arrogant, and wanton. Even if he has become a ghost now, he can still vaguely see the spirit of life when he is alive.
The button on his neckline is open, his neck is slender, his waist is thin, and his pale skin is covered with a layer of blue death, but he has an indescribable enchanting beauty, like a life-threatening beauty. ghost.
Xun Chuan's ten fingers pierced through Yan Yu's hair, and a coolness spread to the back of his head, down the spine, Xun Chuan leaned over a little bit closer, with a faint bloody smell all over his body, unexpectedly at this moment Yan Yu suddenly tilted his head, that Cold kisses fell on the side of his face.
Xun Chuan raised his eyes coldly, and tightened his fingertips sharply, but he was caught off guard by Yan Yu's pinching art, and his body instantly turned into a wisp of black air that spread out, and condensed and formed again three steps away from him.
Yan Yu admitted that he was no more daring than Ning Caichen's master artist. He dissipated the golden light from his fingertips, raised his eyes and smiled at Xun Chuan inexplicably, and then got up to take a look. Who knew that just after he opened the door, there lived next door. Aunt Qian took a step ahead of him, put on her coat and ran upstairs, cursing as she walked: "I'm a slut, it's not over, right? It's a big night so I won't let anyone sleep. , I must break your legs!"
There were several households on the third floor, obviously they had heard the movement just now. Everyone opened the door one after another, whispering together, laughing constantly, Aunt Qian is a well-known savage widow on this street, and Xiao Su has a slender body. Where did the board beat her, there will be fun to watch later.
Yan Yu was also one of the people watching the fun. He left a gap in the door, leaned against the wall and listened quietly to the movement above. At this time, a cold body quietly pressed against his back, resting his chin on him. shoulders.
Xun Chuan liked to do this the most during his lifetime.
Yan Yu was upstairs with all his attention. After realizing the weight on his shoulders, he almost subconsciously pinched Xun Chuan's cheek with his backhand, while the latter squinted slightly and rubbed between his neck.
The temperature of the tentacles was icy cold, not like a living person, Yan Yu reacted, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and then he quietly retracted his hand and quietly fell to his side.
Aunt Qian screamed in a sharp voice from upstairs, but the movement in Xiao Su's room continued. Seeing that she should not respond, Aunt Qian seemed to be annoyed and kicked up with a bang. She was used to working hard, and the building It's old, and the door opens directly when you step down.
The door slammed against the wall with a muffled bounce.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard the sound, and they expected that the two of them would be pinched. They all crowded at the entrance of the corridor and stretched their necks to look up. Who knew that they suddenly heard a shrill scream from Xiao Su's room, and then Aunt Qian's urination came out of the room. He ran out from the inside, and one of the slippers was lost in the panic: "No, no, no... It's not good! It's dead! Oh, feed my mother! That little fox was lying under the bed with blood all over, all rotten. It's attracting flies!"
Because the number on the fourth floor is unlucky, there are only two households. One of them just moved out last month, and Xiao Su is the only one left. She usually goes out at night, with black and white reversed. She rarely communicates with neighbors, and half died at home It took a month or so to be discovered now.
The police quickly arrived to seal off the scene. After the forensic doctor conducted an on-site investigation, the staff carried Xiao Su's body down. Yan Yu was crowded into the crowd, and his two fingers swept across his eyelids, passing through the black body. bag, and saw a rotting female corpse in a red dress, with a faint stench wafting from it.
This smell appeared in the corridor a few days ago. The landlord's aunt was not good enough to be smoked. He coerced Yan Yu several times and asked Yan Yu to help with the cleaning. Because there is a garbage dump nearby, everyone didn't think much about it. Corpse stink.
Aunt Qian was taken to the police station for investigation, and the residents who were watching the fun also made a brief record.
"Sister Yuan, this place is too evil. We clearly heard the commotion in Xiao Su's room. Why did he die?! Could it be haunted?! No, no, I have to move."
"Yes, yes, it's too scary. I always feel that this place is full of yin and qi, and Xiao Su died so miserably, so the grievances won't be scattered. Thinking about it makes me panic. I'll go back to my mother's house and stay for a few days."
Everyone talked a lot, nothing more than to move, some people didn't even want the deposit, they started packing on the spot and planned to go to the hotel for the night. As soon as he looked up, he found that Yan Yuzheng was watching the excitement with his arms folded against the door frame, and he rushed over immediately.
The landlord's aunt said in a mournful voice, "Xiao Yan—"
Yan Yu raised his hand to block her: "don't worry, I won't move."
The landlord's aunt was overjoyed when she heard the words, and she was almost moved to tears. She was about to say something when Yan Yu said, "Reduce the rent."
Yan Yu said: "I will move without reducing the rent."
The door was gently closed, isolating the noise outside. After Yan Yu paid the rent, he still had a few hundred yuan left in his pocket, which was a pleasant surprise. He looked around, but did not see Xun Chuan in the room. I should have left and went straight to sleep with the lights off.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. In the darkness, the pillow beside Yan Yu collapsed slightly, and the thin quilt on his body was lifted up by an invisible force, and then quietly fell again.
Yan Yu didn't know what he was dreaming about. Even in his sleep, he was extremely unsteady. Sometimes the hand on his side would taut unconsciously, and it would relax after a long time. A familiar gesture leaned into his arms.
Some habits are engraved in the bone marrow, time cannot be erased, life and death cannot be erased.
Yan Yu didn't wake up, but habitually stretched out his hand to hug the man in his arms, pressed his chin to the top of his hair, adjusted a comfortable posture, and patted his back twice as if to soothe him, and then he continued to fall asleep. Go, the frowning brows do not consciously stretch out.
I have forgotten how long it has been, I haven't embraced each other like this...
The sun not only symbolizes light, but also heralds waking up from a dream. In the early morning, a ray of sunlight slanted through the gap in the curtains and hit Yan Yu's eyelids diagonally. When he touched his body, it was cold as far as he could reach.
Terribly quiet.
At this moment, no one could understand Yan Yu's expression, he paused for a moment, then grabbed the clothes from the bedside, got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash.
In a small place, there are many people talking, but the news spread all over the ten streets and eight alleys overnight. When I went downstairs in the morning, the stairway was blocked by the moving residents and it was difficult for people to leave. There was a table here, and there was a table over there. Wearing a quilt, the labor of several moving companies quarreled about who went up first.
Yan Yu held up his arms and jumped over the crowded piles of debris by stepping on the railings. He set up a fortune-telling stall on the overpass as usual, and only returned home when it was close to dusk.
In just one day, the residents of the whole building had already gone seven to eighty-eight. When Yan Yu went upstairs, the surroundings were silent, only the echoes of footsteps could be heard, a soda can rolled down the stairs, and the corners were filled with people moving houses. Leftover rubbish.
Yan Yu raised his head and happened to meet a policewoman coming down from the fourth floor at the corner. He used the key to open the door on his own, but was stopped by the other party.
"Hello, may I ask, where are the people who live here?"
Yan Yu said without looking back, "Moved away."
Seeing his outstanding appearance, the policewoman couldn't help blushing cheeks, but Yan Yu's face was too pale, and it was inevitable that he was a little more morbid.
The policewoman asked suspiciously, "They've all moved out, why didn't you move?"
"Because my freedom is restricted by poverty," Yan Yu said.
When the policewoman heard this, she couldn't help but let out a laugh, thinking he was very interesting: "How can you, a man, not even have a wife, it's too miserable."
Yan Yu turned to look at her, only to see a barefoot woman in a red dress standing at the corner of the fourth floor, her upper body was hidden in the darkness, her face could not be seen clearly, it was unreasonably strange.
Yan Yu stared at that place, and then said with a half-smile, "Yeah, I'm so miserable, do you want to invite me to dinner?"
[Ding... please... please don't eat soft rice... otherwise the system will start the electric shock punishment... woo woo woo that female ghost is so scary, I'm afraid woo woo woo... 】
The policewoman hadn't noticed the situation behind her, so she gave Yan Yu a blank look, and then continued to ask, "Are you familiar with the deceased Su Yu? Have you seen any strangers coming and going in her house in the last few days?"
Su Yu is a pornographic worker with complicated interpersonal relationships and is not a local. This type of case is the most difficult to investigate.
Yan Yu said, "You give me a thousand yuan, and I can do the math for you."
The policewoman may think that he is ill, and no matter how handsome he is, she stopped thinking about chatting up and left after a few words.
In the middle of the night, in red clothes, yin qi falls into the soul, and women die wearing red clothes, and the grievances are extremely large.
Yan Yu raised his head and glanced at the woman in red at the corner. He turned around and closed the door. Then he took out the money sword from the drawer and hid it in his sleeve. The only eight yellow talismans left were also pasted in the south, south, north and west. Ghostly.
Outside, a gust of gloomy wind blew, and the waste paper and garbage in the corridor kept flying. , and finally the wheel rolled to the front of Yan Yu's house, turned around, and stopped slowly.
"Boom boom boom-"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Is anyone here?"
It seems to be the policewoman who just left and returned.
Yan Yu calmly got up and walked behind the door, put his fingers together, and looked through the door panel to see what the person knocking on the door looked like.
A face that was mostly rotten, faintly revealing the bones, the long black hair mixed with blood and pus stuck to the side of the face, wearing a long dress with red and dark hair, and was using a hand that was so rotten that only bones were left. Hit the door panel.
"I have something urgent to ask you, could you please open the door?"
It was the voice of the policewoman just now.
"Come on, open the door, I'm standing outside, open the door."
The bones knocked on the door panel, making a rattling sound. Seeing that Yan Yu hadn't opened the door for a long time, her voice became anxious, and the frequency of knocking on the door became faster and faster.
"Open the door! I'm just outside, what are you afraid of, I really have something urgent to look for you! Open the door! Open the door!"
She was already a little mad, not knocking on the door, but banging on the door, the eyeballs on the side of her face that were so rotten fell off, and Gu Lulu rolled in along the crack of the door.
Yan Yu lowered his head, just in line with the eyeball.
The movement outside the door suddenly stopped, she grinned and said, "I saw you..."
Yan Yu stepped on her eyeballs with one foot.
Then the movement outside the door rang again, and even the door panel was shaking: "Open the door... Haha... I'm about to come in... Hee hee hee... Open the door..."
Yan Yu said, "Okay, I'll open the door."
The door fell silent again.
He raised his hand and tore off the yellow talisman on the door, pulled the lock, and with a click, the door opened halfway, but at this moment, the money sword in Yan Yu's hand was suddenly wrapped in a strong wind and stabbed directly. After passing by, all of them submerged in the body of the female ghost. With a piercing sound of corroding flesh, the female ghost bowed in pain, and let out a piercing scream: "Ah, ah, ah! - I'm going to kill you. Ahhh!!!!"
Yan Yu's brows were stern and unmoved. While holding her body with a money sword, he drew a peach wood sword from behind his waist and stabbed her skull fiercely—
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The female ghost was in so much pain that she broke the money sword in her abdomen, and the golden light suddenly rose, nine copper coins scattered on the ground, her ten fingers turned into sharp nails, and stabbed Yan Yu's abdomen violently.
Yan Yu's eyes were ruthless, as if he didn't know the pain, and he stabbed the peach wood sword in his hand down for half an inch, but just as the female ghost's nails were about to penetrate Yan Yu's body, a thick black resentment suddenly appeared. Appeared, bound her neck, and knocked her soul out all the way.
Almost at the same time, Yan Yu spat out black blood. He quickly picked up the copper coins scattered on the ground, squeezed the grievance into the house with his left hand, grabbed the copper coins with his right hand and hit the female ghost, and then closed the goalkeeper with his backhand. The yellow sign is pasted on it.
After completing this series of actions, Yan Yu's face could no longer be described as pale. He covered his abdomen and slid down a little bit with his back against the door panel. Black energy lingered all over his body, and his face was gray and dead.
The grievances that he had absorbed into the house condensed into a human form beside him, and turned into the appearance of Xun Chuan.
He looked at Yan Yu quietly, then stretched out his hand to probe, and found that a faint layer of death had begun to appear on Yan Yu's body—
That's a sign of man's impending doom.
Yan Yu closed his eyes lightly, as if relieved: "I'm finally dying."
Xun Chuan hooked his lips: "That's good."
He didn't know if he was really happy or fake.
It suddenly rained heavily outside, the treetops trembled, lightning flashes and thunder, and a loud bang shook people's hearts. It expands outward, as if it will rot into a pile of bones soon.
With the passage of time, the effect of the yellow talisman is gradually weakening, and the female ghost should not come back for a while, but there are many wandering spirits outside the window, and they are emitting a strange smile, a little smooth. Drill through the window.
Yan Yu's physique is extremely special, and he looks sick all year round. Those ghosts seem to sense the loss of his vitality, and they swarm over him. The veins on the forehead bulged.
Another flash of thunder flashed, and for some reason, the ghosts suddenly scattered, as if they were blocked by some invisible force.
Xun Chuan's pale and slender hand covered Yan Yu's wound, and absorbed the grievances left by the female ghost into his palm little by little, his eyes gloomy: "...Remember, the first time you broke up with me, it was such a rainy day."
Yan Yu was already on the verge of death, his breathing was short, and only fine beads of sweat rolled down his pale and handsome face. I don't understand, I really don't understand why you broke up suddenly, I've been standing downstairs in the rain waiting for you to change your mind, if you didn't come down that day, I might really give up..."
As long as Xun Chuan stood in the rain, Yan Yu watched him for as long as possible. The windows on the third floor were closed and the curtains were pulled tightly. He only looked down through the gap, but he did not know that the tall figure was clearly reflected on it. You can see clearly downstairs.
That figure might be the last bit of self-respect that made Xun Chuan wait.
He was extremely tired, sitting on the stairs and fell into a drowsy sleep, his body was burning hot, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Xun Chuan put his hands on the ground and forced himself to stand up. up, put one hand in his pocket and looked at himself quietly.
Yan Yu said: "Go home, your parents didn't give birth to you to let you get in the rain here."
Family? Where does he have a home.
Xun Chuan seemed to be crying and laughing. He was in a state of embarrassment. His back was against the concrete wall full of small advertisements and graffiti. Is it for you to have fun?"
Yan met him to persuade him not to move, his footsteps moved slightly, and he turned to leave.
Seeing this, Xun Chuan twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether he was laughing at others or at himself. His eyes kept turning black and his body was shaking. Seeing that he was about to fall down the steps, he was suddenly pulled by a strong hand at a critical moment. , and then fell into a familiar embrace. Xun Chuan's eyes were full of phantoms, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he knew that person was Yan Yu, and his cold hands soaked in the rain tightly clasped his shoulders, like It was the drowning man who grabbed the straw.
"Yan Yu... Yan Yu..."
His voice was filled with hatred, but he couldn't hate it to the end, gnashing his teeth and whimpering.
"I hate you to death... I wish I could kill you..."
The man didn't say a word, but calmly tightened his arms and lifted Xun Chuan from the ground. A fallen leaf seemed to have a home, and there was no need to drift away for a short time.
"Yan Yu... I don't want to be separated from you... I don't want to... "
Xun Chuan finally let go of his disguise, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of arrogance. He hugged Yan Yu tightly, like a child who had been wronged. Tears fell into the back of his neck between choked sobbing, making his heart tremble.
A cold voice sounded inside the room.
"...You shouldn't have come that day."
The group of resentment at the wound was dispelled by Xun Chuan little by little, and the dead energy around Yan Yu finally faded. After he noticed Xun Chuan's actions, he moved his fingertips, as if he wanted to push him away, but he was not strong enough. , and fell back down again.
Yan Yu looked at him with dark eyes, and the corners of his mouth were very sarcastic: "... Do you know why you are always being played around by me?"
When Xun Chuan was absorbing the resentment left by the female ghost, the blood from Yan Yu's wound was also corroding his palm a little bit. It was obvious to the naked eye that the resentment all over his body had faded, and he was almost unable to maintain his body.
Xun Chuan's face was icy cold, and a flash of lightning slashed outside the window. Most of his face was illuminated, and he moved his lips silently.
"Because I'm a bitch, are you satisfied..."
When I live, I want to give everything with my hands, and when I die, I can't bear to suffer the slightest bit of suffering.
Xun Chuan felt that he was really cheap.
Live as a slut, dead as a slut.
The horizon was faintly breaking, and he took a last look at Yan Yu, his body turned into a mass of black air, and it dissipated silently.
The female ghost has become a yin sha, and she desperately has a ruthless hand. Yan Yu killed a thousand enemies and lost 800 herself. She almost took her life into it. Find it again.
And Xun Chuan…
Yan Yu's blood can exorcise ghosts and evil spirits to a certain extent, and his soul and body injuries must not be light.
As if to confirm Yan Yu's guess, Xun Chuan did not appear for the next three days, and it was uncomfortably quiet and peaceful.
Yan Yu didn't like to leave troubles in the future, so he used the red thread soaked in chicken blood to re-thread the money sword, then pulled out the previous talisman book and drew a stack of yellow talismans. Yu also set up a ghost exorcism formation on the ground, but I don't know what I remembered, so I reached out and wiped it off.
During this period, the police came again. It is said that the murderer who killed Su Yu has been caught. He is a scumbag. Su Yu, who absconded to other places with money, is still wanted.
There was a rush of water in the bathroom, and the heat filled the room. Yan Yu put on his clothes and quietly stared at the mirror on the wall that had long been broken into cobwebs. After a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand to wipe away the mist on it. , which reflected a handsome and cold face, wet hair hanging down on the forehead, pale complexion, and no trace of popularity.
The broken glass on the mirror was extremely sharp, and it was like a thorn in the flesh when it was stuck on the fingertips. A bloodstain appeared on the mirror. Yan Yu withdrew his hand and pulled out the stabbed glass slag without changing his face.
Thanks to the credit of the system, Yan Yu finally picked up his old business, and even the long-lost book in the drawer was able to see the light of the sky again. The lights suddenly flickered.
Yan Yu put away the tip of his pen, and there was indeed another person in his arms. With a familiar coolness, Xun Chuan sat on his lap, his fingertips brushed his Adam's apple slightly, and said sadly: "You Really big…”
Yan Yu squeezed his hand and found that the traces of blood corrosion from the last time were still there. It looked shocking. Xun Chuan turned his head to look at him, and said in an extremely pitiful voice: "Do you know how much pain I feel..."
After he saw Yan Yu, he was speechless, and then slowly wrapped his arms around his neck. His cold lips brushed past his face. Xun Chuan thought that Yan Yu would hide, but he didn't think so. People directly and his stickers fit perfectly.
The two were so close to each other that Xun Chuan could even smell the faint smell of tobacco between Yan Yu's neckline. His pupils shrank and he was about to say something, but his eyelids were suddenly covered with warmth, and his body froze.
The kiss came without warning.
Yan Yu pushed him against the edge of the table, pried open his teeth little by little, tossed and grinded, Xun Chuan reacted and seemed to be struggling, but he couldn't move his wrist, so he could only bear it.
As a ray of popularity entered, the corrosion wound on Xun Chuan's palm quietly healed until it was as good as ever.
Yan Yu calmly probed into his wound, and then backed away from Xun Chuan. I don't know if it was an illusion. The grayness in his eyebrows seemed to be a little thicker, and his lips were bloodless.
Xun Chuan looked at him blankly.
Yan Yu picked up the pen again and continued to draw the unfinished reckoning map. With the rustling sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper, Xun Chuan moved, as if he was about to leave him, but was hugged by Yan Yu again.
A picture gradually takes shape on the paper, and it is still complicated and incomprehensible.
Yan Yu said: "The gate of hell will open once in two months. This is your best chance to reincarnate."
Specter can't stay in the world for too long, and each has its own place. Since Yan Yu knows Taoism, others will naturally. Some Taoist priests will explore ghosts everywhere, subdue wronged souls, and increase their own cultivation.