The world... without ghosts
What about teasing him
There can be no ghost, so what is he
person
Yan Rong looked down at himself, with a transparent body, icy touch, under the sun, he didn't even have a shadow, isn't he like a ghost
It's not a ghost, so what is this book called Ghost Solution
He twitched the corners of his mouth a few times in disdain, flipped through a few pages indiscriminately, only to find that what was written on the back were all messy blood-red characters.
It's like a child's scribbles, and I can't see anything clearly.
Yan Rong flipped through the pages bored, and felt that these pages were extremely weird. He was about to drop the book in his hand when He Qing pushed the door open and saw the ghost standing in front of the bookcase holding the book and flipping through it. The pupils constricted suddenly, and without even thinking about it, he rushed forward and grabbed it.
"What are you doing with this book!"
Yan Rong had already lost interest in this insignificant book, but now seeing the man's extremely nervous reaction, he narrowed his eyes slightly and became interested.
"Just looking at it, what are you doing so nervous."
He still acted as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly to the man who was holding the book and hid far away. Seeing that he was holding the book vigilantly, his fingertips were so hard that they turned white, his eyes darkened slightly, and he gave a chuckle. "Are you finished?"
"Um."
He Qing seemed to be worried that the ghost would come to snatch it, he squeezed the book tightly, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing with this book?"
"Nothing, just watching for boredom." Yan Rong replied with a smile, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.
In his opinion, it is impossible for He Qing to do anything good by hiding it like this. Thinking of his so-called first love, and thinking of those exploits, the smile on the corner of the ghost's mouth slowly fell.
"Mr. He, what's in this book?"
Seeing him asking, He Qing remembered that he might not have seen what was inside, and the tense atmosphere eased a little. He tried his best to restrain his beating heart, and said perfunctorily in a low voice, "It's nothing, you are bored, we are now You can go back to get off work."
"OK."
Yan Rong stood where he was, watching the man put the book in the bookcase again, then lowered his body to pick up the lock on the floor, walked over a few times, and directly took the book in his hand.
He Qing only had time to see the ghost by his feet, stood up in a panic, and saw the book reappeared in the hands of the ghost.
"What is written in this?"
Yan Rong waved the book in his hand, flaunting his power at the man, "Before I research it clearly, this book is mine."
The man's face was gloomy, and he got angry at him for the first time.
"Give me."
"No."
Yan Rong smiled mockingly at him, "Or, you tell me directly, what is the secret in this, so I will return it to you?"
Secret, indeed there is a secret, but this secret must not be known to Yan Rong.
With a pale face, He Qing walked towards him step by step, "Yan Rong, give me the book."
"You care so much about this book, is there a way to save your old lover in it?"
Not only did the ghost not give it to him, but it took another step back, staring at He Qing with a malicious expression.
"If I destroy this book, tell me, can you still save that ghost?"
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, He Qing's face became even paler.
He stared at the book in the man's hand, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it fell into Yan Rong's ears accurately.
"Give it to me, please."
The ghost raised a wanton grim smile, "If I give you this book, will you promise me everything?"
With a pale face, He Qing nodded repeatedly, his lips were almost colorless, and his eyes were still fixed on the book.
"As long as you give it back to me, I can do anything..."
He was too scared.
I am afraid that such a long time of hard planning will be ruined in one go.
Yan Rong saw his fear, so he became even more unscrupulous.
"Okay, as long as you promise me to stay with me obediently in the future, I will give it back to you."
Without even thinking about it, the man replied directly, "I promise you."
Looking at him like this, the ghost felt even more upset. I am afraid that the current He Qing would be willing to let him jump off the building.
Why? For the method of reviving the old lover recorded in this book
Yan Rong's eyes sank viciously when he thought of the obtrusive bottle at home.
"That bottle, I want to see you destroy it with my own eyes!"
The man's face was pale, he took a step back, his lips trembled and he didn't speak.
"How about it, don't you want to?"
Holding the book in his hand, the ghost sneered, "With ice, it should be able to destroy it, right?"
The air in the room became icy cold, and He Qing almost panicked and rushed forward, "Don't!!!"
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong, listen to me first..."
He rushed into the sun, his face was translucent white, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was enduring severe pain.
"This book contains my stuff, if you destroy it, I'm finished..."
The man begged, his beautiful eyes were full of pleading, "Put him down, I will help you with everything else except that bottle..."
If this book is destroyed, He Qing will be in danger
Yan Rong put down the book slowly, looked at the man who was almost transparent under the sun, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Really?"
"real!"
"Why am I so unbelievable?"
He didn't say that he would destroy the book, but slowly picked up Guijie and put it on himself.
"This book was mine until I was free."
"no!!!"
Watching his movements, He Qing uttered a short cry, but it was too late.
He watched helplessly as the book stuck into the ghost's heart that would not be beating for a long time.
His eyes were full of despair.
At the last second when Yan Rong lost consciousness, what he saw was the man's eyes, sad and desperate, as if he had lost everything.
He struggled to go over, and subconsciously wanted to smooth He Qing's raised eyebrows, but he couldn't lift them up at all.
"Yan Rong!! Yan Rong, wake up! Yan Rong!!"
Who is crazily calling his name, crying, desperate, this voice is very familiar, who is it
He stood beside the car in a daze, looking at a comatose man in the car, his head was covered with blood, and he refused to wake up no matter how much the people around him shouted.
And a pair of blood-stained hands were desperately trying to buckle the seat belt on his body.
It should be broken, no matter how hard the hands are, they can't get down, and the man with blood on his head is trapped.
And the people around him wanted to save him.
A guy with blood on his face struggled to get up from the driver's seat. Seeing the smoke and flames around him, he pushed the car in fright and ran down in a stumble.
After running for a few steps, he remembered something and turned around, hiding far away and shouting towards the inside, "Mr. He, hurry up, it's on fire, the car may explode at any moment."
"Yan Rong is still there, his seat belt can't be removed, Yan Rong!!"
The man was covered in blood, with tears streaming down his face in panic. He was pulling on the seat belt desperately. His hands were covered with glass shards and full of blood, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain. He was pulling desperately.
Yan Rong stood beside the car in a daze, watching He Qing inside holding the sharp glass with his hands, surrounded by flames, and when the car was about to explode at any time, he tried his best to paddle on it, trying to rescue him.
His voice was no longer calm, full of collapse and despair, "Yan Rong, wake up, please wake up..."
"Wake up quickly..."
There was more and more smoke, and he began to cough, but he couldn't open the tape that was burned together.
"Yan Rong!!!"
He Qing kept yelling, and at the end, he seemed to have lost all strength, and could only move his hands in vain.
"Mr. He! There's water here! There's water here!" The driver yelled outside, but he refused to come over. The car was about to explode at any moment, who would want to die.
"Water... water..."
There was a glimmer of hope in the man's eyes, he patted the unconscious Yan Rong, "Yan Rong, Yan Rong, wait, I'll put out the fire right away..."
In the car accident just now, his shoes had disappeared for a long time. He was only wearing a pair of socks at the moment, and he opened the door and stepped on the broken glass. It should have hurt, but he staggered as if he couldn’t feel half of it. ran to get water.
Behind him, Yan Rong, who had been in a coma, coughed and woke up, his eyes were slightly open, looking at the man's figure going away without hesitation, his eyes were full of hatred.
Beside the car, Yan Rong with a transparent body took a step back, his face full of disbelief.
Actually, that's it...
Why it came out like this…
Obviously it was He Qing who abandoned him, obviously he was the one who refused to save him...
He stood where he was, watching He Qing limping over with his clothes filled with water and desperately running over in a mess.
There is too much smoke inside the car, and the outside of the car cannot be seen clearly from the inside of the car, and naturally the inside of the car cannot be seen clearly from the outside of the car.
Seeing that it was about to arrive, the flame that was only a small fire just now seemed to be stimulated, and it became bigger and bigger, and the whole car was on fire.
The man's eyes widened suddenly, he paused for a second in disbelief, and then rushed forward like crazy.
"Mr. He, Mr. He, don't be like this, it's too dangerous, you can't go there, Mr. He!!"
"Go away!!"
Holding his wet clothes, He Qing desperately wanted to rush to the front of the car, but he was stopped by the people behind him. There were tears and blood on his face, blending together, he was in an unprecedented embarrassment.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."
Crying and crying, he knelt on the ground, his eyes full of despair.
The ghost stood in front of him with dazed eyes.
Why it came out like this…