"Tread..."
"Step, step—"
The humming sound echoed in the deep passage, appearing empty and lonely.
An Xiangbei walked forward with his head bowed, his mind full of thoughts, and he didn't notice that there was a figure in front of him at all.
"Ho—"
An Xiangbei noticed belatedly, couldn't help gasping, widened his eyes a little in shock, tried to squeeze out an awkward smile, and said, "Good evening, guest, may I ask..."
The man standing in front of him was tall, his long hair was blown casually by the night wind, and the moonlight shone on him, adding a cold and unkind aura to him.
It is impermanent.
Baili Wuchang looked at An Xiangbei expressionlessly, and said straight to the point: "The sudden explosion of the chandelier at the charity reception was caused by you, right? I'm here to take you back to the underworld."
"Guest?" An Xiangbei took a step back, her smile could hardly be maintained, but she said bravely, "Guest... what are you talking about, why can't I understand?"
Baili Wuchang was completely indifferent, as if he was too lazy to listen to his sophistry. Raise your right hand, put your index and middle fingers together in front of you to blur a line.
All of a sudden, a red light appeared, and Baili Wuchang had a phantom sword in his hand, which gave off a biting cold air.
An Xiangbei's words of defense stuck in his throat, and he backed away in fear. He trembled all over, couldn't help shaking his head, and said, "No... I won't go... I can't go back. You don't know anything... I want to stay, I have a reason to stay... I..."
Compared with An Xiangbei's fear and unwillingness, Baili Wuchang was as indifferent as a piece of wood.
Baili Wuchang said lightly: "I don't need to know about you, and I don't want to know. My mission is to bring you back to the underworld, that's all."
Baili Wuchang is the ghost messenger of the underworld, and An Xiangbei's appearance on the list of fleeing evil spirits is his mission goal. Other than that, Baili Wuchang never meddles in his own business.
"I'm not going back..."
An Xiangbei was still retreating step by step, muttering: "I shouldn't go back, I don't belong there at all!"
"Lord Baili! Please listen to me, I..."
"Ding-"
"The elevator goes down..."
In a panic, An Xiangbei retreated all the way, and had already reached the elevator door at the end of the passage. He accidentally bumped his elbow and hit the elevator button.
I didn't expect such a coincidence, the elevator just descended to this floor, and the elevator door opened slowly with a ding...
"warmth?!"
The down elevator is not empty, there are people inside, standing at the door.
An Xiangbei's eyes were both surprised and happy, and then he flashed a touch of ruthlessness, raised his hand to grab Wen Nuan's neck, and dragged him to him.
"Cough, cough—" Seeing An Xiangbei, Nuan Nuan almost suffocated before he could say a word. He blushed immediately and couldn't help coughing.
Baili Wuchang could no longer maintain his usual paralyzed expression, and said in a calm voice, "Let him go!"
The sudden appearance of warmth was not only unexpected by An Xiangbei, but also the impermanence of Baili.
"Cough cough cough, An...Senior An?" Wen Nuan was strangled by the neck, and it was really difficult to say a complete sentence: "What... are you doing?"
"I'm sorry Nuan." Although An Xiangbei apologized, his hands did not relax at all. He held Nuan's neck tightly and said, "I was also forced, there is no way."
"Let him go!" Baili Wuchang yelled again, apparently his patience had reached its peak, and said, "Don't make me say it a third time."
"Let him go?" An Xiangbei sneered: "Lord Baili, you seem to be very special to Nuannuan. He is my life-saving talisman, how could I let him go?"
"I'll make you regret it." Baili Wuchang's knuckles holding the long sword rattled non-stop.
"Lord Baili," An Xiangbei said despite having hostages in his hands, he was still afraid of Baili's impermanence, "Please don't embarrass me, as long as you don't stop me, I will definitely not hurt Wen Nuan. This matter has nothing to do with warmth... There is a grievance and a debtor, everything is... all because of him... he killed me and took everything from me, shouldn't... shouldn't I take revenge? "
Having said that, An Xiangbei's gentle face suddenly became distorted, and a puff of black smoke rose from his whole body.
Warmth is right next to An Xiangbei, and black smoke curls up from his eyes, almost covering everything in front of him, including An Xiangbei's reason.
An Xiangbei collapsed instantly, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and said: "He...why did he treat me like this...why? He...he clearly...obviously said he likes me..."
Wen Nuan gasped for a few breaths, finally calmed down, and suddenly said, "Him? Su Mu?"
"Su Mu..." An Xiangbei laughed inexplicably when he heard the fame. The laughter echoed in the corridor of the hotel, spreading far and wide.
An Xiangbei seemed to have heard a big joke: "Su Mu? Su Mu... I am Su Mu! My name is Su Mu. Su Mu is my name in life! That person... no, he is not a human, what is he? No, but it took everything from me!"
The story starts many years ago. There are people in this world who are born with eyesight and can see ghosts and gods from birth. Su Mu is such a person. All cultivators are very envious of such a physique, but Su Mu has suffered from exclusion and bullying since childhood.
Su Mu can see things that others cannot see. He often wakes up and opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is a ghost without a head or missing arms and legs.
Su Mu was so frightened that he woke up crying almost every day, but his parents, elders, teachers, classmates and friends, none of them believed his words. See a psychiatrist, go to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.
Time passed day by day, Su Mu grew up day by day, he gradually learned to be silent, no matter how strange things happened, he didn't want to share them with anyone.
He was frightened, panicked and anxious in his heart, but he couldn't say anything, at most he would cry silently alone to vent.
Every year on Su Mu's birthday, he has only one wish...
—I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, I will no longer see strange things, and I can live like a normal person.
In that way, I will no longer be afraid of being regarded as a different kind or a psychopath by others...
However, every morning of the next day, Su Mu would still see bloody, horrifying, and incredible ghosts, and his dreams fell through year after year.
Su Mu hated being different. He never thought that one day he would be so grateful for being different.
Su Mu has no friends, never had. Until that person appears...
To be precise, he is not a person, but just a shadow.
Perhaps it was because of Su Mu's obsession, Su Mu was so lonely, he stood under the street lamp several times and sighed at his own shadow...
"It would be great if you could talk to me..."
The sweet dream came out of nowhere, and Su Mu's shadow inexplicably had its own consciousness, and it really stood in front of Su Mu alive.
From that day on, Su Mu had his first friend, a shadow.
The shadow is pitch black, he can't transform into a human form, and others won't pay much attention to him, but it doesn't matter, Su Mu thinks this is enough.
Shadow has been following him, inseparable, listening to him, chatting with him, very, very gentle, the most gentle person Su Mu has ever met in this world.
Since then, Su Mu's personality has become more and more cheerful day by day. He no longer needs to be afraid of anxiety alone, or hide and cry alone.
Every time Su Mu turned his head, the shadow would stand behind him and whisper...
-I'll be with you.
-I like you.
Su Mu has never been so thankful, never thanked himself so much for being different. Thanks to these eyes, otherwise how could he see the living shadow
However, one day, Su Mu found that the shadow was very lost.
Shadow told Su Mu that he also wanted to become a human, to experience the feeling of being human. Even if it's just for one day... that's fine.
"Hehehe..."
"An Xiangbei" laughed mockingly, tears almost overflowing, and said: "The next day... the next day, I died..."
Su Mu had an "accident" and fell into a pool of blood. The pain paralyzed his consciousness, his whole body was stiff and cold, and the last trace of strength flowed through his blood.
His eyes were blurred, and he only saw the shadow standing in front of him, motionless, just quietly staring at himself who was about to die.
Finally, Su Mu's consciousness completely sank into darkness, his pulse stopped, his whole body became cold, and his soul left his body.
Sumu is dead...
"An Xiangbei" narrated, as if he had died for the second time, with a tired expression, and said: "At that time, I realized that I was really dead... It happened so suddenly, why did you kill me, who killed me..."
However, something even more shocking awaits him.
Su Mu's soul left the body and was taken to the underworld to report, ready to enter reincarnation. Unexpectedly, the staff of the underworld told Su Mu that there was something wrong with his physical body. Although his soul left his body, his physical body did not die.
Su Mu didn't understand what was going on at the time. Normally, such a situation would only happen to a vegetative person. Once the soul returns to the body, the vegetative can be revived.
But the situation of Su Mu was different. After Su Mu's soul left his body, his body was occupied by other souls, and he revived again.
"An Xiangbei" said quietly: "To put it simply, someone killed me, and then took my body away while my soul was out of my body."
it's a shadow...
The shadow entered Su Mu's body, and Su Mu, covered in blood, was sent to the hospital, where he was rescued miraculously.
Doctors, relatives, classmates, friends, no one knew that Su Mu who woke up again was not Su Mu at all.
Everyone only knows that Su Mu's temperament has changed drastically because of the accident, he has become cold, indifferent, and unkind for profit, which is different from before.
"And what about me?" "An Xiangbei" said grimly, "And what about me? I am the real Su Mu! He is a liar! A liar! The shadow used my body to live in this world, and I was forced to go to hell I went to report, but the staff of the underworld told me that my lifespan is not over, and I cannot continue to reincarnate. I can only... can only be in the underworld, day after day...waiting, wandering... "
hate...
Finally, Su Mu had an absurd idea, he wanted to find Shadow, stand in front of Shadow, and ask him himself if he killed him and why he treated him like this.
It just so happened that something strange happened to the gate of ghosts in the underworld, and it opened for no reason before July and a half. Su Mu took the opportunity to steal the customs clearance document of an employee of a hotel chain in the underworld, escaped from the underworld and came to Yangjian, disguised himself and entered the hotel, and became the "An Xiangbei" they saw today.
"Obviously..." "An Xiangbei" looked in a trance, probably recalling the past, muttering to himself: "Obviously we are best friends, why did he treat me like this? He obviously said he likes me..."
"Like?" Nuan Nuan seemed to be fine, and his face softened. Although he was still being strangled, he had calmed down and said, "The word like is really intriguing. For example, if you like a flower, you You can choose to fertilize and water it. If you like a flower, you can also choose to pick it off and keep it for yourself. Senior An, guess... which kind of shadow does you like?"
"An Xiangbei" froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Wen Nuan.
The warm words obviously didn't finish: "After listening to your story, that shadow is really not a good thing. Do not do to others what you don't want to be done to others. I have no position to advise you to be magnanimous. If it is me who encounters such a thing , I may not rest in peace, I must ask him to clarify."
It seemed that because of the warm words, "An Xiangbei"'s confused gaze became firm in an instant, and at the same time, the black mist on his body became thicker and thicker.
"Look for him... ask him clearly..."
"An Xiangbei" suddenly pushed hard with his hand, directly throwing the hostage Nuannuan to Baili Wuchang.
"Oh my God… "
Wen Nuan let out a low cry, feeling dizzy, thinking that he was about to fall into a mess. Fortunately, the next moment, he crashed directly into Baili Wuchang's arms, and was caught firmly by Baili Wuchang.
Wen Nuan smelled the familiar fragrance again, and secretly hugged Baili Wuchang's waist.
Baili Wuchang should have chased after "An Xiangbei" immediately, but he still subconsciously paused, looked at the warmth in his arms, and asked, "How is it?"
"Hiss..." Nuan Nuan covered his face and said, "Nose... the nose hurts so much."
Apart from the redness of the nose, Wen Nuan was not hurt at all.
Baili Wuchang heaved a sigh of relief, but because of this short stay, "An Xiangbei" had disappeared without a trace.
Baili Wuchang frowned, looked down at Nuan Nuan's hands hugging his waist tightly, and said, "Why did you provoke him and restrain me to let him go on purpose?"
"An Xiangbei" was in a very unstable mood just now, and what Wen Nuan said was like a sharp knife, which once again raised the scar of "An Xiangbei".
Nuan Nuan rubbed his nose, let go of his mopping hand in embarrassment, and said slightly pointedly: "Some things may not be beautiful poems when you say them, but if you keep them in your stomach and don't say them, they will definitely become beautiful poems." It's a piece of shit. So, you have to give people a chance to speak up, don't you?"
The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
Wen Xiaonuan: There are some things that may not be beautiful poems when you say them, but if you keep them in your stomach and don’t say them, they will definitely become a pile of shit...
Baili·Gaolin Zhihua·My lord: (Intense mental activity: What should I do? He wants to confess to me? Should he accept it? Should he be colder or gentler? Or don’t care? If it doesn’t matter, will he? Will blow to warm?)
Wen Xiaonuan: Guest, we are a serious hotel and do not provide special services!
Baili... Your lord:...
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Ye Lixing Luo, Kongcheng Tears 1;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mud 2; Evelyn 1;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Ye Lixingluo; 10 bottles of Aixi; 8 bottles of Zhaoyu Lingxie; 5 bottles of Lin'er and Zhai Xingxing; 3 bottles of mud; 1 bottle of Yukong and Intangible;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!