The man was finally dragged back. He was covered in mud and his eyes were as dull as stagnant water, but his gaze was always on the car surrounded by flames.
"Mr. He, are you okay..."
The driver surrounded him with greetings.
There are no people around here, and some are just long roads.
One after another, one car after another came.
The fire brigade extinguished the fire in the car, revealing the charred body trapped inside the seat.
He Qing stared at the corpse, his eyes were red, he covered his heart, and walked over regardless of other people's obstruction.
"Mr. He..."
The people around him were calling him worriedly, but the man couldn't hear him.
He looked at the unrecognizable Yan Rong inside, clutched his heart, and fell down.
"Mr. He!"
"Quick! Doctor!"
A group of people are busy, taking care of their food and clothing parents, the ghost is transparent, one after another people pass by him, no one can see him.
They moved He Qing away in a panic, leaving only the ghost standing there alone.
He stretched out his hand. Just now, he wanted to support the fallen man, but his pale and transparent hand passed through the man's body.
The ghost cannot touch He Qing.
He wanted to follow up, but after walking a few steps, there seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking him, and he could only watch helplessly as those people walked further and further away, bringing He Qing who he couldn't touch with them.
The ghost scratched and roared anxiously, no one could hear it, and no one could see it.
It's like being abandoned by the world, no one knows its existence anymore.
He could only sit on his own corpse, watching himself and He Qing drift away.
Yan Rong was sent to the morgue.
The ghost sat beside him, looking at himself on the white cloth.
The outer scorched black layer was roughly thrown in by those who transported the corpses, and the charred black layer fell off, revealing the red flesh.
very disgusting.
The young master Yan Rong had never seen such a scene even when he was the hardest child, but this disgusting corpse was himself.
He sat beside him in a daze, as if there were many things flashing through his mind, but also as if there was nothing.
Some people come and go, no one can see him, he has no thoughts, no thoughts, only the coldness of the morgue to accompany him.
cold, too cold.
His mind was turning slowly, and in the end, he didn't even have the slightest turning.
It has no thoughts, its face is completely blank, but its eyes are open, as if to record everything it sees.
In the cold room, the ghost sat on the bed, watching a door being opened, a pale man walked in slowly, someone followed him, pointed at the charred corpse, and said, "Mr. He, This is Yan Rong."
The stranger was gone, leaving only a good-looking man.
It opened its eyes dully, watching the man's trembling hands caressing the disgusting corpse that had been burned long ago.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."
"Does it hurt..." the man said softly, as if coaxing someone, "I'll take you away, don't be afraid..."
It thought his voice was nice, and without realizing it, it jumped off the corpse, came to the man's side, and looked at him fixedly.
He Qing couldn't see it, he stretched out his white hands, gently lifted the white cloth covering his body, and stretched his hands in.
He held the black ash in his palm, and he carefully took out a beautiful bottle and put it aside.
Holding the knife in his left hand, he cut open his palm without hesitation.
The wound was huge, and blood flowed out.
tick, tick —
The man put his hand on the bottle, and the cyan bottle gradually spread like a red thread, layer by layer, entwined around it.
Its mind was blank, but it opened its eyes and stared at this scene. Finally, it watched the man put the black ash from the heart of Yan Rong's corpse into the bottle.
A burst of pleasant fragrance suddenly appeared. It was unconscious and acted on instinct. It licked the man's body and sucked at his bleeding wrist.
As it was absorbed, He Qing's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, it was even comparable to white paper.
The man held his head, which was a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and his eyes were full of joy.
He cherished and carefully put the small bottle in his arms.
Stumbling on his feet, he walked out slowly.
It followed that fragrance, step by step, and came behind the man.
He got into the car and went to He Qing's house.
After the vial was placed, the man took out the incense altar, cut another hole, and squeezed his own blood into it.
He took out incense sticks one after another, wiped them with his bloody hands, and after wiping them, lit them again, and held them in his hands.
"Yan Rong, come here, Yan Rong, come here..." The man kept repeating, with his hands on the incense altar, blood dripping inside.
It was ignorant, didn't know who that person was, and what it was shouting, but it smelled the aroma, so it walked over and ate happily.
After eating, it still didn't think it was enough, greedily hugged the man's hand, and kept sucking the bright red blood.
He Qing couldn't see it, but he could see that the blood on his hand was getting less, and there was a smile on his pale face, lightly, very happy.
It ate well, and stopped drinking blood, and stood aside obediently.
Although it doesn't know why it is standing here.
Every day, it saw the man come to the bottle and burn incense one by one. The smell of the incense was very charming, but the blood was not enough to attract it.
Its thinking became richer day by day, and it seemed to have memories in its mind, but it couldn't remember who it was.
Until one day, he watched the man enter a room, and by a strange coincidence, he, who had never left the bottle half a meter away, followed.
He Qing took off his clothes and put on a new shirt. His beautiful shoulder blades were exposed, and his slender waist was underneath.
It walked forward as if it was confused, and when it was only a little distance away from the man, its eyes that had been ignorant suddenly woke up.
Those slightly upturned eyes saw the man's face clearly, and suddenly became cold, "He Qing..."
Yan Rong looked at the desperate man with great hatred, and touched his face in a daze.
Smooth, it shouldn't be, he was burned so badly by the fire, even if he can stand up now, his face should be bumpy.
Seeing the man lowering his eyes and quietly wearing his tie, Yan Rong frowned, and pushed him over with a slap, "Why don't you talk, are you a guilty conscience!"
That slender hand passed through He Qing's body.
Yan Rong was stunned, he looked down at his hand in a daze, it was slender and powerful, it was still the same as before.
He Qing shook his body, as if suddenly very cold, and took another coat from the closet.
He didn't think about Yan Rong. According to the original plan, Yan Rong would not have a chance to wake up before forty-nine days.
However, it woke up and forgot that ignorant memory.
——
"Nineteen days..."
Yan Rong stretched out his hand and looked down in a daze.
He was in He Qing's house, and was worshiped by him with blood for nineteen days.
This man exchanged his own blood for his sobriety.
And what did he do to him...
He raised his eyes in a daze, wanting to say something to He Qing, but saw him looking at him with red eyes, his body became a little bit transparent.
"You shouldn't have woken up so early..."
The man shook his head, took a step back in a daze, and said, "You shouldn't remember, you are a ghost..."
A real ghost should have no memory, no thinking, and stay beside his dead body in a daze.
When the sun shines, it will be gone.
With trembling hands, Yan Rong opened the book.
The scripture above has been changed into handwriting.
There is only one way to save a person's soul.
Blood as a guide, living sacrifices.
That is, a soul is led into another body.
That person must also be a blood relative.
—You can't kill him!
He stopped in front of Yan Ze and looked at him beggingly.
Later, he pressed this face-conscious person against the glass window, taking pleasure in seeing his shame and helplessness.
As the price for protecting Yan Ze.
But in fact, he was protecting him.
It's Yan Rong—
Yan Rong shook his hands and continued to scroll down.
Ghost, an act against the sky.
Every time a person dies, a soul disappears.
He looked down, and his pupils slowly narrowed.
According to the rhetoric of this book.
After everyone dies, there will be a tangible, incorporeal, unconscious soul, also called a ghost.
But these souls have no thinking, so they are also called ghostless.
Ghosts exist and do not exist.
To die is to really lose everything.
Someone came up with a way to save his wife who had become a ghost.
Use your own body as a medium to support unconscious ghosts, and once the forty-nine days are full, introduce the soul body into a blood-related person, so that it can be resurrected with the help of this body.
But there is a taboo.
During this period, the ghost should not be conscious, it has to live and coexist with people, absorb the energy from people every day, and pretend to be like people.
When it remembered that it was a ghost, when it remembered its death, it was time to die.
But now, Yan Rong remembered.
He trembled, and slowly raised his head.
Are you going to disappear
Before disappearing, he had to explain all those misunderstandings and humiliation...
"Mr. He..."
Yan Rong opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the man smiling at him. This smile was extremely beautiful, and he had never seen it before.
"Yan Rong..." He Qing called his name, and at the same time stretched out his cold fingers, and landed on his neck.
He whispered, "I didn't expect you to be sober, but I am very happy during this time..."
The man smiled, but tears fell from his eyes in a daze, falling down one after another, as if hitting Yan Rong's heart.
"Really, I'm very happy. I always thought that you hate men, but I didn't expect you to be willing to touch me."
Yan Rong looked at the man in a daze, and called his name for the first time, "He Qing..."
"Hush!"
He Qing stopped him from speaking, and put his lips close to Yan Rong, as if he wanted to kiss him.
His beautiful eyes have been staring straight at Yan Rong's face, and seeing him looking at him, he coaxed softly, "Close your eyes."
Listening to his words, Yan Rong slowly closed his eyes.
He heard the man whisper, "I love you, Yan Rong."
"After three days, remember to go to Yan Ze, he killed you."
"Also, I'm really grateful that you saved me in high school, thank you."
A cold kiss, touch and leave.
In the air, there was silence again.
As if something was pulled away, Yan Rong slowly opened his eyes, the bright sun shone on his body, but there was no figure of that person in front of him.
Next to the bookcase, there was a man lying down. He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, very peacefully.
From the moment Yan Rong touched the book, touching the flesh of his heart, He Qing was dead the moment he remembered it.
"No… "
Holding the book in his arms, Yan Rong came to that person in disbelief.
He closed his eyes and was not breathing.
"He Qing..."
Yan Rong called him softly and slowly, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "Wake up."
"I, I know I was wrong, I will never rummage through your things again, you see, I let go, I really let go..."
He slowly put the book on the ground, with a smile uglier than crying, "I will show you what else you want me to do..."
He Qing naturally ignored him.
He died, dead thoroughly.
What makes people even more desperate is that when a person dies, there is really nothing left.
No soul, no sentience, no memory.
no, no—
He should be the one who died.
Why should it be him, a ghost who remembers his life, who should die, but in the end it was He Qing.
It shouldn't, it shouldn't—
Yan Rong flipped through the books in a hurry, looking for the last floor with trembling hands.
He shook his hands and looked at each word.
Feed ghosts with people.
The ghost was resurrected and went against the sky.
There is a handwriting on the back, a detailed note.
The ghost remembers the memory of the previous life. If the offering is cut off at this time, it will become a soul without memory again, and it will die when it is exposed to the sun.
And if the devotees want to continue, they need to sacrifice their lives.
Wanting to revive a ghost is simply against the sky, so the only option is to trade your life for your life.
Use your own body to enshrine the ghost, and wait until forty-nine days. The body you find for it must be the relative who killed him.
Family love by blood, but also the enemy of life and death.
In addition, the worshiper will replace the ghost and disappear.
This is called resurrection.
There are no ghosts in the world.
It turns out that this is... There are no ghosts in the world...
He believed that He Qing had killed him, so he bullied him, tortured him, took pleasure in seeing him suffer, and treated him like that kind of person, oppressing him every day.
At that time, for the face-saving He Qing, it must have been very painful.
But even in such pain, he never thought of cutting off the offering.
Clearly knew, clearly knew that he would not be grateful.
What the hell is he? While enduring his own humiliation, he is trying his best to help him revive.
"He Qing... He Qing..."
With a numb face, Yan Rong sat on the ground and looked at the man.
He is still a ghost now, so he no longer has to worry about being burned to death by the sun and turning into a walking dead that can't think.
Because someone has already died for him.
Yan Rong only felt the burning of the sun once, but it made him feel as uncomfortable as if his whole body was being cut by a knife.
He Qing, however, disappeared in the sunlight.
Does he hurt...
Yan Rong's heart stopped beating a long time ago, but at this moment, it felt like being hit by a giant hammer, and it was in severe pain.
He Qing died for him.
So uncomfortable.
Yan Rong always felt that he was a selfish person, but why did he feel so uncomfortable after seeing He Qing's corpse.
He wanted to cry, but the ghost had no tears.
So I can only be like a wolf that has lost everything, beside the man, muffled and murmured, calling his name.
In memory, that's what the man was called.
"He Qing, come quickly..."
"come on… "
There was no look in Yan Rong's eyes. He sat on the ground and shouted in a daze, "He Qing, He Qing..."
—He Qing, what's in that bottle? your old lover
-Um.
"I, I am the one you like, I am it!!"
Yan Rong sat next to the man, pain spreading from the bottom of his heart.
It turned out that it had always been him.
The bottle is him.
The person I like is him.
It has always been Yan Rong.
But why
-High school classmates.
high school, high school...
When did he save He Qing...
At that time, it was the time when Yan Rong and Yan Ze were fighting fiercely. He was only one year younger than Yan Ze, and they were in the same high school.
He Qing is also there.
Yan Rong used to have no interest in this friend of his elder brother, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but in his impression, the two of them have always been inseparable.
Until suddenly one day, Yan Ze asked him to fight.
He heard that something happened to He Qing's family, and Yan Ze took the opportunity to help his grandfather earn a fortune. Since then, Yan Ze has tried every means to drive him away.
When did that day begin...
He drank and got drunk. The old man donated a building, and the guards naturally didn't dare to stop Yan Rong who came back to school late at night.
Yan Rong was sleepy, and just wanted to rush to the dormitory to go to sleep, and when he passed the equipment room, he heard a small sound coming from inside.
He didn't have any sense of integrity or privacy, so he just looked inside, unexpectedly, he saw a pleasant surprise.
Yan Ze is pressing a person against the door, going to a relative's house like a monkey in a hurry.
Yan Rong was also listless, he smashed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground and yelled loudly.
"Teacher, come quickly! Someone is playing hooligans!!"
"Come here!!"
He shouted out of the intention of making Yan Ze feel uncomfortable, and when he finished shouting, he looked inside again, only to see a slightly thin figure like a frightened rabbit, who pushed Yan Ze away and ran away.
Quite shy.
Yan Rong rolled his eyes at Yan Ze who was looking over with a stern look, and walked away unsteadily.
After that, Yan Ze's contempt for Yan Rong turned into hatred.
He tried every means to drive him away.
At that time, Yan Rong only thought that it was Yan Ze who was dissatisfied with bothering him, but now that he thought about it, the thin figure at that time was clearly He Qing.
It turns out that this is the case...
The ghost laughed, laughed, but seemed to be crying.
Just because he unconsciously saved him.
He Qing gave his life.
just... because of this...
The man's humiliated face, frowning brows, and the wrists that clung to him when he was emotional, these were like curses, which kept flashing in Yan Rong's mind.
What he endured was imposed by Yan Rong!
The man looked surprised when he saw that he was the new assistant.
He greeted warmly, but the man dodged coldly.
And finally, he avoided his touch with a stiff face.
Yan Rong always felt that He Qing hated him.
But I never thought about it, that's what I like...
I like him, that's why I'm afraid to meet him...
The secretary knocked on the door, "Mr. He, Manager Yan is looking for you."
"Mr. He?"
Yan Rong sat on the ground, watched the secretary push the door in, screamed at the man on the ground, and ran forward quickly.
"Mr. He? Mr. He?"
She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and under Yan Rong's painful gaze, she placed it on the tip of the man's nose.
"ah-"
The secretary screamed again and stumbled out.
"Come on, Mr. He has an accident!"
"He Qing, I'm sorry..."
Yan Rong didn't think about anything anymore, he didn't want to take revenge, he didn't want to survive, he just wanted to be with the man forever, for a long time.
He hugged the person on the ground, it was cold, as if he wanted to freeze it in his heart.
The man always had a pale complexion, almost colorless lips, and his skin gradually lost its temperature.
The ghost hugged him tightly, as if hugging the whole world.
"He Qing, come back, come back..."
He imitated what he remembered, the man yelled, yelled, and a line of red blood tears flowed out of his eyes in a daze.
Yan Rong didn't realize it, and was still muttering, "Come back, come back..."
He regretted it, really regretted it...
"It's here. Mr. He is lying on the ground. I saw that he is not breathing."
"hurry up."
Messy footsteps passed, Yan Rong hugged the man tightly, and stared at the door with a pair of blood red eyes vigilantly.
"Ah Ching?!"
Yan Ze appeared at the door, looking at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.
Also unbelievable was Yan Rong.
With those blood-red eyes, he stared blankly behind Yan Ze.
There, followed by a deadpan ghost.
It's He Qing.