Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His body was hunched over, and half of his ugly face was habitually buried in the pillow.

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, as if he wanted to use sleep to resist the intrusion of hunger.

However, the nerves in his brain were too sensitive, as if the roots were being twisted by invisible hands, stimulating his consciousness and making him more and more confused.

His body seemed to be falling, falling into the endless abyss, and then he felt bone-chilling coldness.

He couldn't feel the pulling force, he only felt that his body was extremely heavy, as heavy as a jack, and he was falling rapidly.

The temperature around him was getting colder and colder, so cold that it felt like his whole body was freezing.

The flesh and limbs were frozen to the point of crackling, and the bones at the joints were rubbing against each other, making a harsh sound.

The blood in the blood vessels in the body seems to have solidified, unable to flow at all. The bright colors inside will also be exposed to the air, gradually turning black and smelly.

His heart also seemed to be frostbitten. He couldn't hear his heartbeat, couldn't hear his own breathing, and couldn't even feel his own existence.

The whole person seemed to have only his soul struggling to leave this broken body.

Finally, he seemed...

Really dead.

Because he can no longer feel pain, cold, and hunger.

There is no feeling left, I feel light all over.

Gu Liang thought, it feels so good to be dead.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky outside turned bright and dark, then dark and bright again.

Time seemed to have no effect on the person on the bed. The hour hand on the wall was spinning round and round, but the person on the bed always maintained the same posture, like a dead corpse.

The power in the room has already been restored, and the computer is automatically restarting.

When the computer interface reopened, a splendid fiery figure quietly appeared beside the bed.

Crystal clear glass shoes, wavy red skirt, and waist-length hair.

She quietly looked at the unconscious man on the bed, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and she gently sat on the edge of the bed.

She felt his pulse and felt the temperature on his forehead.

The temperature was as high as an oven, extremely hot.

She pursed her lips, and finally there were some fluctuations in her beautiful light green pupils.

He took out a small medicine bottle from the bag tied around his waist, then poured out a small pill, twisted it up, and put it to his lips.

"." He doesn't eat.

The lady witch sighed calmly, slowly helped him up, and let him lean against her.

He held his chin with one hand, as if trying to open his mouth.

"." Still didn't open his mouth.

Then we can only call 120 and send him to the hospital.

The witch glanced at the room, and then with a flick of her fingertips, she floated the mobile phone in the drawer over.

She was about to call 120, but suddenly the sleeping man grabbed her wrist.

He seemed to be awake, but he seemed not to be awake. His eyes were slightly opened, and his vision was hazy and dazed.

"No, don't go to the hospital"

Even his breathing became hot and his voice was hoarse, as if he was extremely thirsty.

He stared at her cheek with distracted eyes, and the strength of his palms was also slightly strong.

The witch paused for a moment, then casually floated the phone back to its original place.

He woke up just in time to put the pill in.

"If you don't want to go to the hospital, then just eat this, okay?"

She twisted the pill and put it to his lips. As long as he opened his mouth, she could put it in.