I was tossed by Xuan Cang all night.
He freed me from the restraints, but he didn't allow me to resist or even cooperate.
As long as I upset him a little bit, I will get all kinds of unspeakable torture. Every time at the end, I can only succumb to him and sadly ask for his forgiveness.
As he himself said, if I don't obey him, it won't make me feel better.
When the sky was getting bright, I was lying on the messy bed almost collapsed, staring hollowly at the red bed net above my head.
Xuan Cang sniffed on my neck, and said in a low voice, "Sure enough, the smell of living people smells better."
I didn't respond to what he said, looking at the gradual sunlight outside the window, I suddenly thought of something.
Ghosts can only appear at night.
This thought made me very excited, and when it dawned, I could escape from this place and get rid of this absurd, horrible and shameful night forever!
Xuan Cang broke my chin, forced me to look at him, and asked with a cold face, "What are you thinking about, so happy?"
I lowered my eyes and replied, "Nothing."
From last night to now, Xuan Cang didn't really mean to kill me, and now, I don't want to irritate him at the last moment, because the gain is not worth the loss.
Anyway, as long as the sky is bright, I have nothing to do with this overbearing and shameless male ghost.
Xuan Cang looked at me for a while, but did not intend to continue to guess. He turned over and got out of bed. He didn't even look at the clothes that were thrown on the ground last night. As soon as he raised his hand, he had a set of royal blue Han obedient. Flying out of the closet, he was dressed neatly in the blink of an eye.
I was secretly surprised when I watched behind him. It turned out that this kind of thing that I only saw in the myth TV series can really be done.
Then I thought, even if I saw a ghost, what is impossible in this world
Xuan Cang took a white hosta from the dressing table and tied up his hair at will. When he went out, he told me: "You will work here in the future. Whatever you need, Zhou Minru will prepare it for you."
Seeing Xuan Cang walk out the door, walking under the big sun without injury, the little hope that had just risen in my heart was completely shattered.
Yes, wasn't it during the day when I was interviewing yesterday, but Sister Zhou still appeared in front of me like a living person.
I feel that my whole person is completely overwhelmed by great despair. Is there really no way to escape this group of ghosts
Not long after Xuan Cang left, Sister Zhou knocked on the door and walked in.
She said to me with pity in her eyes: "Madam, get up, I'll make breakfast for you."
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I sneered in my heart, listening to something like that, but who is rare to be a wife for a ghost!
"Why?" I slowly turned my head to her, and shouted hoarsely, "Why me! You are ghosts, why do you have to live with me!"
I'm just the most ordinary group of most people in this world, living the most ordinary life step by step.
Why is it so cruel to drag me into this weird and terrifying world!
Sister Zhou was unmoved by my excitement, she just took a new set of clothes and put it on the small round table by the bed.
"The magazine office goes to work at nine in the morning, takes a break from 11:00 to 2:00 in the afternoon, and leaves work at 5:30 in the evening, and usually does not work overtime. As the adults said, my wife will live here from now on. I will be responsible for the three meals, and the wife wants to do it herself. If there are ingredients in the kitchen."
When I listened to her, I just felt incredible.
Isn't that "yin and yang" magazine not a sham, but a real existence, a group of ghosts running magazines for people to read
There is confusion in my mind. Since there is a "yin and yang" magazine here, are there some ghosts in other places that seem to be mixed in the crowd, living and working with living people in a serious manner.
Thinking of this, I shuddered suddenly, and suddenly realized that maybe the world I used to do was not what I thought it was.
Xuan Cang came back just when my thinking was chaotic.
As soon as Sister Zhou saw him, she immediately bowed and retreated, leaving only me and Xuan Cang in the room.
Xuan Cang pointed out the door and said, "I have brought all the things you left in the dormitory with you. Don't go out and run around if you have nothing to do in the future."
My heart shuddered, an unbelievable thought surged up, and asked Xuan Cang, "You have planned it a long time ago. From the beginning of the application, this is the complete set designed for me?"
Xuan Cang's eyes with scattered stars gave me a faint look, and didn't answer me, but just said to himself.
"I have something else to do, I will pick you up in a few days."
Before he finished his words, he slowly disappeared in place, like an illusion, which disappeared as soon as he was blown by the wind.
I secretly thought in my heart, how good it would be if it were all hallucinations.
After lying on the bed for a while, I thought to myself how to get out of this ghost place.
When I came yesterday, I only saw Sister Zhou in the magazine, no, a ghost. Later, the "guests" at the wedding seemed to be invited temporarily. According to Xuan Cang, he was the last few days. Nor will it be here.
From this point of view, maybe I want to escape here and it's not really without a chance.
I cheered myself up in my heart, got up and put on the clothes that sister Zhou prepared for me. From the inside to the outside, it was a complete set. The outer clothes were simple shirts and jeans, which was similar to my usual dressing style.
I rinsed with the clean water in the copper basin in the house. I couldn't help but feel fortunate when I saw toothpaste. Fortunately, these ghosts also knew that modern humans need toothpaste.
I went to the front along the corridor Xuan Cang brought me in last night. Sister Zhou was typing on the computer, and there was a Cantonese song from a long time ago on the speaker.
It's not like a picture of a ghost. I even feel like I've come to work in a real magazine.
When she saw me appear, she sighed in relief, pointed to a table by the window and said, "Madam, let's have breakfast first. Tell me what you like to eat in the future."
I hesitated, and said to her, "Thank you, I can also help with cooking in the future."
Now there are only me and Sister Zhou. She is the only obstacle to leaving. If we can have a good relationship with her, it would be a good thing.
I thought in my heart that human beings are such strange creatures. When there is no hope, there is no love, but when there is a little hope, I will never let it go easily.
Breakfast was millet porridge, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and a few plates of pickles. As soon as I picked up the chopsticks to pick up a steamed bun, I saw a blood-stained broken hand slapped on the snow-white chubby steamed bun with black stains. The blood quickly filled the plate.
I was frightened for a second, then screamed and threw away the chopsticks, quickly got up and backed away.