When a person is extremely afraid, the body will explode with infinite potential.
For example, at this time, Yu Zhen, who is usually not very strong, actually dragged Lao Huang, who had saved a lot of hard work from farming work, to drag him away.
Lao Huang was amused by his child’s evasive performance. He simply stopped pulling him, turned back and broke his hand holding the pillar, and coaxed: "You are really a child. The one sitting outside is not a scourge, let alone not. Do you still have me with you, come, let go, be obedient."
Yu Zhen continued to shook his head, wishing to wrap his legs around the pillars, the coldness in his body was fiercely overflowing, his brain thinking became dull again, his lips turned purple, and it seemed that even breathing became laborious.
"Why are your hands so cold and sick?"
Lao Huang obviously felt that the temperature of the palm of his hand was slowly getting colder, and seeing that Yu Zhen's face was really bad, not only looked scared, he hurriedly raised his hand to touch his forehead.
"Oh! Why is your forehead so ice!"
Yu Zhen could no longer hear outside voices, nor could he feel the touch of others. He only felt cold, very cold. Every cell in his body was telling him about this, hoping that he could help himself.
Puff through.
The peach wood sword in his hand fell to the ground, his consciousness seemed to be moving away, a weird bell was faintly heard in his ears, and an invisible black shadow was approaching, trying to hook his soul away.
"spread."
In the chaotic and hazy world, a familiar cool voice suddenly rang in the ears, and then banged, the bell disappeared, consciousness returned, and the outside voice reappeared, and there was a pair of long legs wrapped in black trousers in front of him.
"Mr. Yin, there is something wrong with Yu Zhen, he seems to be sick."
"He's just too cold."
A warm breath came from before him, and Yu Zhen's hand holding the pillar gradually loosened, and he stretched his hand forward. There is no longer any unnecessary emotions of fear in his dull thinking, only the instinctive desire to survive.
Live, want to live.
Even if I am alone, I still want to live.
Yin Yan stretched his arms to catch his leaning body, gently gathered him into his arms, and slowly followed his back, waited for his frozen body to slowly soften, then stopped, and looked sideways. The old Huang who came over said politely: "Please go and bring me some hot water, thank you."
Lao Huang's gaze turned around on his calm expression and Yu Zhen, who was obediently nestled in his arms, with some unresponsiveness, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, halfway around and couldn't help but stop and look back. .
"Hold well."
Yin Yan held the porridge bowl with one hand and stretched out one hand towards Yu Zhen, who was already standing on her own.
With his back to Lao Huang, Yu Zhen Wenyan stretched out his hand obediently and put his still cold palm into Yin Yan's palm.
The two entered the room hand in hand and disappeared behind the door.
Old Huang stared at the closed door, in disbelief.
Is this situation a bit wrong? Why does it seem to be different from what he thought
Finally being able to get along alone, Yin Yan asked Yu Zhen to sit on the edge of the bed and gently brushed his hand in front of him.
With blank and confused eyes, Yu Zhen suddenly awakened from the chaos. He opened his eyes to see Yin Yan standing in front of him, his heart contracted, and he wanted to run when he got up.
"You are dying."
Yin Yan spoke directly, throwing a bomb calmly on his face.
Yu Zhen got up and looked at him defensively. He tightened his fingers and found that the peach wood sword was missing. He was quiet for a few seconds. Then, as if he had accepted his fate, he sat down on the edge of the bed and said in a dumb voice. : "Can you kill me again later, I want to burn some paper for Grandpa again."
Burn some for yourself by the way.
Yin Yan looked at the top of his messy head with a little helplessness in his eyes, sighed silently, consciously stepped back and stood a little farther away from him, then picked up the porridge bowl placed on the bedside table, and gently turned it to explain. Said: "It's not me who wants to kill you, but you yourself."
Yu Zhen was taken aback, couldn't help but look up at him.
"You are not full of soul, I was squeezed in your body in the past, you can still be safe and worry-free, and you can grow up safely without the detection of the bad. Now that the Requiem Orb is broken, I can no longer stay in your body. It's all up to you if you can't live in peace."
As he turned, heat rose again on the peach blossom porridge, and the fragrance of the porridge faintly drifted away.
"People should have three souls and six souls, but you only have one soul and two souls. It's not easy to live now, just in case..."
Yin Yan stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, stretched out his hand to pass the porridge bowl, and said: "Eat it, this is a gift from the mountain god, which can help you temporarily stabilize your soul and avoid the troubles of loss of soul."
The amount of information given by these words was so great that Yu Zhen couldn’t digest it. He caught the enticing fragrance of peach blossom porridge in a daze. He instinctively reached out to take it, and then suddenly regained consciousness, and asked, “Wha, What insufficiency? What body? What is loss of soul? I, you..."
There are too many things to ask, he is not a good talker, his brain is not very bright, and he is stuck in anxious shock.
Yin Yan suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his head, and said in a low voice, "Drink the porridge first, Director Huang is here."
As soon as the voice fell, the door of the room was pushed open by the old Huang who was holding the water bottle. He walked in and looked at the situation of the two without a trace, and said: "The hot water is here, how is Yu Zhen? , Is it still uncomfortable?"
Yu Zhen hasn't been so affectionately pressed his head when he is so old, and he didn't even notice Lao Huang's words in a daze. There are obviously a lot of things he doesn't understand, but he no longer feels scared strangely, and suddenly his heart comes out. An idea, and firmly believe in it.
-People who touch his head like this will not harm him, absolutely not.
This thought came very suddenly, but as soon as it appeared, it took root and sprouted in his brain, as if he had thought about it in his previous life, and engraved the thought in his soul, only when he met someone in this life, it would be aroused.
It's warm, the other's hand.
He immersed himself in a sip of peach blossom porridge at the right temperature, only to feel the sweetness and warmth spread from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, which made people sigh comfortably.
…Just like grandpa's hand.
"He didn't eat breakfast after waking up in the morning. He had some low blood sugar. Now he is okay after drinking porridge."
Yin Yan answered Lao Huang’s question in place of the silly Yu Zhen. He took a step forward and took the boiling water bottle. He was very familiar with finding the cup that Yu Zhen had placed on the cabinet. He poured a cup of hot water and put it next to Yu Zhen, and watched. Xiang Laohuang said, "I'm bothering you, please be sure to stay here for a meal at noon."
What's the matter with this reversed plot
Lao Huang became more stunned. He glanced sideways at Yu Zhen and his face was still not so good. Thinking of the steamed noodles and porridge pickles that he had just seen in the kitchen, his heart was sour that he couldn't help sighing, shook his head and said, "No more... Yu Zhen, although your grandfather has gone, you still have to live your life. Don't be too harsh on yourself, you... Well, I'll leave first. There are other subsidies waiting for me to pay."
After all, he is not a very familiar junior, and he can't talk too much. Seeing that the two people have resolved their misunderstanding before they can communicate normally, he simply greets and prepares to leave.
After drinking the porridge, Yu Zhen could finally think normally. Hearing this, he stood up hurriedly, very embarrassed to keep, but remembered the empty vegetable basket in his kitchen, he choked with his words, and touched his body anxiously. He just stuffed two boxes of cigarettes that were not finished after the last funeral to Lao Huang.
Just as Yin Le, who was sitting in the front room, was about to get up and go to the backyard to eavesdrop, she saw her elder brother and the Yu Zhen who seemed to treat her eldest brother as a ghost, walking out together, and politely sent Lao Huang away together.
"???"
what's the situation
Standing by the courtyard door with only half of the door panel left, watching Lao Huang's figure disappear at the end of the dirt road, Yu Zhen looked sideways at Yin Yan and hesitated: "You..."
"Recover from a corpse and live with death. You felt right that day. The person you wanted to save has indeed passed away. Now this body is just a touch of the remnant soul that was once associated with you."
Yin Yan looked at him with calm and tolerant eyes, and a slight sigh in his voice: "Yu Zhen... I want to talk to you for a long time." For a long time, the concept of time has been blurred, and he almost forgot who he is.
The firewood in the stove made a soft beep, and a little spark floated out and fell on Yu Zhen, who was sitting behind the stove in a daze.
"hiss-"
Yu Zhen was scalded back to her mind, subconsciously patted Mars and rubbed the back of her hand, looked at the slightly bloody fingers, and groaned and covered her head.
Without the coldness troubles, and no longer mental retardation, he was on the line with reason and IQ, and finally digested a lot of information that Yin Yan had stuffed over.
Requiem, resurrection, loss of soul... No, none of this is true.
He just burned a bead out of his brain, how his life after more than 20 years of materialism suddenly changed drastically.
The conversation at the door ended without illness because of Yin Le’s approach. He didn’t know how to face a “Yin Yan” who claimed to be “resurrecting the soul”, let alone how to confront the family of the deceased who was “resurrected by the corpse”. Inexplicably self-asserting replaced the current "Yin Yan" with a guilty conscience. In a panic, he subconsciously found an excuse to hide in the kitchen and avoided the trouble center.
But hiding like this is not a solution, let alone hiding for long, the hot potato is still sitting outside.
What to do, what to do.
He moved his fingers to hold his face, and recalled his bleak life during this period of time. He knew in his heart that what Yin Yan said was all true, but...
[Xiaozhen, don't blame grandpa for being long-winded, this book is for you, you practice hard, or the powerful remnant soul in your body will come out and eat you sooner or later, not only will you end this life, but also the next life. 】
[Your marriage line is affected by the remnant soul in your body. Grandpa can't figure it out. Alas, it's probably broken. It's a sin. My Xiaozhen seems to be a bachelor in this life. 】
[The reincarnation of life and death is destiny, Xiaozhen, you were born against the sky, you are cut off, doomed to be lonely, but the remnant soul in your body still gives you a ray of life, live, live well. 】
[It's over, Xiaozhen, you're afraid that you will be born into a pig in your next life. Grandpa doesn't want to have a fat pig grandson. Come on, find out the book and practice hard, please the great power, and let the great power give you Change the fate of the next life. 】
All the words that I thought were jokes and funny flashed through my mind. Grandpa's teasing appearance seemed to be still in front of him. Yu Zhen's heart jumped suddenly, as if he had caught some life-saving straw, he got up and rushed towards the room.