Chi Yan couldn't see it. From the moment he took the business card, wisps of black air were sucked away from his fingers by the talisman.
When the old man saw this scene, he knew that his guess was right, but he shook his head and said nothing.
That thing hasn't harmed this young man for so long, and he probably won't do it rashly during this day. It's better for some things to be confirmed by himself.
It's just that black gas... That thing may be much more difficult than I imagined.
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Chi Yan didn't feel anything at first, but felt a little dazed along the way, as if he was overexerting his brain.
The pure heart talisman was quietly curled up in his pocket, slowly absorbing the black air little by little, and the edges were gradually rolled up with scorched black burrs. Finally, the moment Chi Yan parked the car, the triangular-shaped talisman ignited into a cloud of blue smoke as if it was overwhelmed, and disappeared. The remaining black energy that was drawn out was drawn back into Chi Yan's body.
Chi Yan covered his head and moaned loudly, and the images that seemed to be true and false were changing in his mind like a revolving lantern.
The first thing he retrieved was the memory of his past—the sudden death of his parents, and at the funeral, he looked at the portraits of his parents in a dazed way and kept crying.
There are many "people" with pale faces to pull him. He doesn't know who those "people" are. He just thinks they are all scary. The old man just thought he was overly sad and hugged him tenderly and sadly.
He was pushed down the stairs of the shopping mall, and grandmother looked worried after seeing the palm print; the spiritual jade that the old man had tied for him with his own hands; and the misty smoke in various places, mountains and fields, and Taoist temples, which he knelt down and worshiped one by one. The expressionless clay goddess...
But the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, and no one can save them.
Later, a Taoist said to him, I have a method here, do you want to try it.
The bus driving in the dark, the ghosts surrounding him... He saw that he was holding the small porcelain bottle hanging on his chest in a precious place...
— He took him home himself.
He saw himself placing a black tablet on the offering table respectfully; he saw himself holding a glass of wine, and said to the tablet, "... Young Master Ye, please take care of me in the coming year."
Young Master Ye... Who is that
Chi Yan's consciousness is still not clear, but the doubts in his heart are getting bigger and bigger, even making him unable to think. He habitually walked in the direction of home with stiff footsteps, and his heart was full of anxiety.
He walked into the door of the unit, and the elevator he took every day was like an iron-gray inorganic beast trying to swallow him inside; it was like a gate leading to hell. The cold reflective wall inside the elevator reflected his pale, sweaty face, and before he knew it, cold sweat had soaked his thin shirt.
Chi Yan suddenly felt cold, hesitant to move forward. He didn't enter the elevator until the elevator door opened and closed three times and someone came over and pressed the familiar floor.
He can already remember Zhang Daochang, as well as the tablet he made himself enshrined and the bone china vase he wore. The porcelain vase is still well worn on the body, where is the tablet? Was greeted and put away? Who is he worshipping
… Why did you suddenly forget all these things before yourself
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He remembered the day he was hospitalized with acute gastritis, and asked Ye Yingzhi where this small porcelain bottle came from.
The gentle smile of the lover is still in front of him.
He clearly told himself, "I gave this to you when we first met last year."
I gave it to you.
It was as if another fog that was covering his eyes had been cleared away.
He finally saw the black tablet and the golden words on it. On it was written, "The Spirit of Ye's Welcome".
Who is this Ye Yingzhi who suddenly appeared in his life
Who is this Ye Yingzhi, who gets along with him every day and loves each other
Who is this man who slept with him every night, lingering happily...
He didn't dare to think about it any longer, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he had subconsciously got out of the elevator and walked to the door of the house.
With a "click", the door opened.
He didn't even dare to go in for a while.
The man stretched out a hand and pulled him in, bowed his head and smiled: "What happened today? Stupid? Change clothes and prepare to eat." After that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.
The smell of food permeates the small home, and the warm and beautiful scene does not seem fake in any way.
Chi Yan let out a breath, but the hand hidden behind her trembled even more.
He walked silently to the TV cabinet, picked up the phone he bought for Ye Yingzhi, entered his birthday to unlock it, smiled at the operator's name displayed at the top of the screen, then turned off the phone, and neatly removed the back cover— The place where the SIM card should have been placed is empty.
Who is the person who has been in contact with him for more than half a year using a mobile phone that does not have a calling card at all
Or is he really not human...
The man came out with the dishes and called him as usual: "Ayan, go serve the meal. Why don't you change your clothes? Wait for me to change it for you in person?"
Chi Yan responded with a sound, and had already closed the phone and turned it on. He didn't say anything and went into the house to change his clothes. He reached into his shirt pocket, touched the business card that the old man had left for him, and then tried his best to look as usual. Clothes were hung up and changed into home clothes. After thinking for a while, he took Lingyu out of the bedside table and held it in his palm.
Ye Yingzhi had already prepared the meal and sat at the dining table waiting for him.
Chi Yan looked at the familiar scene, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and walked over to the male "man", but instead of taking a seat, she hugged Ye Yingzhi directly and buried her head in his chest.
Ye Yingzhi stroked his hair with a smile: "What's wrong today? So squeamish? Miss me? Are you wronged outside?"
Chi Yan did not speak.
No temperature, no heartbeat. Everything in the past is really just an illusion.
The last trace of black qi that lingered in my heart finally dissipated.
All the doubts that could be easily ignored in the past are now magnified one by one and become extremely clear.
The lover who suddenly appeared in his life without a job, the lover who never went out without a job or even refused to go out to dinner with him, or even... the lover that only he could see—it was nothing more than a delusional trick.
Chi Yan's body trembled involuntarily, and for a moment she just wanted to break away from this embrace hysterically and run away.
But he dared not.
Ye Yingzhi frowned suddenly, but didn't say anything, only hugged the person in his arms tighter.
Chi Yan carefully looked up at Ye Yingzhi's bare neck skin, which was unhealthy and deadly pale, but fortunately, there was no corpse spot. He thought of the porcelain vase on his chest, and the ashes of this person were still hanging on him, and his real body was long gone.
He felt Ye Yingzhi lift his face, and the kiss fell softly on his closed eyelids.
The warmth and sweetness of the past have all changed their tone. He couldn't help shivering, his throat was churning, and after a few words, he still swallowed.
"Young Master Ye, I was wrong, please forgive me..." At that moment, he wanted to beg for forgiveness, but he couldn't say a word in fear. He was afraid that the exposure would be over at this time. He would rather go ahead and deceive himself like this.
Life has changed in a day, and today all kinds of things flashed through my mind in sequence, and the business card in my pocket became the only hope at this time.
Tomorrow... don't panic, don't show clues... just get through today.
In the end, he just closed his eyes in silence, trying to restrain the small unstoppable trembling deep in his heart, and accepting the kisses that fell on his face and neck like a sacrifice.