I’m Flirting with a Man in the Supernatural World

Looking at the notched blade, Chu Huai felt that he had an advantage.

He has been parasitized by ghosts all year round, and his body has excellent pain tolerance.

After thinking about it, Chu Huai actually laughed, feeling very funny.

He was sent to a mental hospital by his parents, of course, he voluntarily.

He didn't know when the ghost had parasitized in his body, but it must have been before the age of seven.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, he was sick every three days, and he was seriously ill every five days, his parents didn't take it seriously, and he fell to the ground to support him.

Seven years old is a turning point.

Since then, his spirit has been out of control, and his memory is always fragmented.

Every time I wake up from the fragmented state, my ears are always filled with screams and howls.

He hurt others with a sharp weapon.

He had the first seizure in the first grade, when he inserted a long, sharp pencil into the nostril of a girl at the same table.

Blood dripping.

The meandering blood flowed down the pen holder, crawled onto his hand, and then... gradually disappeared into his sleeve, like a ferocious blood centipede.

When he woke up, the terrified eyes of everyone around him made him unforgettable in his life.

He was stung by the blood centipede.

The pregnant female teacher was directly frightened by him to have a miscarriage.

Once, twice, three times... There is no fourth time.

His parents said: Huaihuai, shall we send you to a place where you don't have to go to school?

Chu Huai knew where that place was.

He heard himself say: Good.

He asked: Mom and Dad, will you come to see me?

They said yes.

But for the next fifteen years, he never saw them again.

Even if he never had an episode after entering the mental hospital, will the child who cried wolf be forgiven by the world?

The damage was so real.

If this is his sin, he confesses.

What about the ninth step?

Is he afraid of death?

Afraid of pain?

He had already died thousands of times in the news reports.

When he first entered the psychiatric hospital, the old dean was "extremely business-minded", and a steady stream of reporters poured into the psychiatric hospital that no one cared about in the past, interviewing him over and over again.

In later reports, they called themselves "children of the devil".

Son of the devil.

In the following period of time, there was an endless stream of tourists who came to see the novelty, and the old director counted the money and laughed.

Because it is not sure whether he is aggressive or not, he is bound hands and feet most of the time.

The struggling looks like maggots in the toilet.

Looking back now, Chu Huai feels fortunate. If he could not make money for the old dean and become a panda-like existence in the zoo, he would still be fed with good food and drink, and live until he has the ability to reverse everything?

The parents of the girl he hurt also appeared later, pointing at him and saying: Why don't you die.

Yeah, why doesn't he die.

His parents apologized sincerely several times on TV, but finally couldn't stand the pressure and moved the family.

Really alone.

Chu Huai has a secret that he never told Lao Yue.

He can't die at all.

Unless the ghost in his body is willing to accept him, he is not even qualified to commit suicide.

He used to be like today, holding a knife against his wrist.

At the age of seven, he cut one knife after another, deep and ruthless, the entire palm of his hand was going to be cut off, after all...he hated himself so much.

How much he wanted redemption, forgiveness, and someone who could tell him that it was not his sin.

He had defended himself, but agitated emotions were always regarded as a precursor to an attack, and time and time again, what responded to him was only a larger dose of medicine.

He has learned well, so tired.

That day, blood flowed all over the floor.

He eventually passed out.

He was wondering if the people who saw his body the next day would feel something like a pity for a moment.

As the moon sinks and the sun rises, he wakes up.

The wrists are in perfect condition and the floor is polished and clean.

As if nothing had happened.

The nurse still looked wary and brought him meals and gave him injections with a trace of panic.

Unprecedented despair.

…

But one more time.

Chu Huai didn't care about the knife.

He thought that this blunt knife would have to be pulled back and forth several times like shredded meat to cut it off, but the expected pain did not come, and he had already cut off half of his arm.

It doesn't hurt.

I really don't feel it.

I feel nothing at all.

Like... cutting lotus root.

boring. Chu Huai smiled.

It turns out that this is the legendary forgiveness.

It doesn't hurt. It's all a scam.

So he was tripped by a human bone before, and his hand was pressed to the edge of the black pot. It may not have been accidental, maybe the world wanted to mislead him, making him subconsciously afraid of cutting himself because he felt the pain beforehand.

The broken arm seemed to be covered with plastic wrap, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It turns out that there is no loss in cutting yourself.

It doesn't take much effort either.

He threw the 120-jin female corpse and his own arm into the pot.

…

In the apartment, Luo Ziyang hugged the pillow and started howling.

"Oh my god, it hurts just looking at it, my own arm is starting to hurt, Jiaojiao..."

On the screen, the girl in the white skirt holds a rusty knife expressionlessly and cuts off her own hand.

There was a "click", the sound of an arm falling to the ground.

During the whole process, she didn't even frown.

Her white dress was stained with the blood of the female corpse, one piece after another, terribly dirty, but she was clean and clean, her expression was indifferent, and there was a coldness in her bones.

This is... "he"?

There was a strange light in Jin Tianyi's gray-blue eyes.

For some reason, Luo Ziyang's eyes began to feel sore.

The **** the screen picked up her arm and threw it into the pot, only to belatedly remember that her partner was still watching her in front of the TV.

So she raised her head and showed a comforting smile to the camera, and she immediately warmed up.

Her lips fluttered, and she said in lip language: I'm fine, it doesn't hurt.

She seemed to be afraid that she could not express herself clearly, so she started to make gestures in sign language again.

She has only one hand, but she is so proficient in sign language.

Luo Ziyang didn't understand the lip language or sign language, but he understood the smile. He didn't know what happened, and suddenly burst into tears.

Jin Tianyi laughed silently, moved his slender and fair hands, and compared to Chu Huai on the screen, "I want to 'guard' you".

His movements were slow, like some ancient etiquette, the meaning of which only he knew.

Guardianship is the guardian's destiny.

"Boss, Jiaojiao can't see it." Luo Ziyang said with a slight cry.

"I know." Jin Tianyi said lightly.

How can I let him see it.

The pot began to bubbling and bubbling, the girl straightened her skirt with the other hand, sat quietly on the electronic scale, and waited for the ghost to arrive.

Song Chen looked at Chu Jiao with difficult eyes and bitter mouth.

From the moment Chu Jiao stabbed herself, she came to her senses.

Chu Jiao won.

She was ashamed.

All the previous words have been released, and now it is too embarrassing to lose to a newcomer.

Reason told her that it was a good thing for Chu Jiao to win, but emotionally, she even wished for Chu Jiao to lose to Lou Ming for a few moments.

I lost to Lou Ming, but Chu Jiao won against him, what does this mean...?

"Boss, Jiaojiao is very much like the handless girl in the Grimm's fairy tales that the devil takes a fancy to." Luo Ziyang said.

"The girl finally married the king." Jin Tianyi said.

Luo Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and smiled through his tears: "You really know how to put gold on your face."

…

Chu Huai in the cell did not expect how many tears he had earned Luo Ziyang by his random actions.

He really doesn't hurt.

At this time, the familiar sound of footsteps and swallowing of saliva finally came from outside the cell.

Chu Huai's eyes froze, while on the other side, Lou Ming had a face full of victory.

That ghost is thin and wretched, with a bronze-colored body, a bit like a zombie, with a hunched back, slender hands like sickles, and feet like frogs. Its mouth occupies two-thirds of its entire face, and its eyes and nose are crowded together. At the same time, it is so ugly that it looks like a kappa in Japanese legend.

He sniffed the two cells like a dog, and finally, under Lou Ming's incredulous eyes... he touched the door of the next cell.

He comes in.

Chu Huai saw him.