The Haunted

Late and anxious, suddenly felt a pair of cool hands on his waist.

He glanced at it and immediately heard the familiar smile with a slight smile in his ear: "Think of me?"

It is Ye Yingzhi.

"You are fine? How come?"

It’s meaningless to trap yourself as a mortal, or else it’s hard to be a business that buys and sells people. I have already wanted to understand that I am afraid that Tang Lao and even his teacher’s door will save his heart after knowing Ye Ying’s existence.

He originally thought that he was entangled in Ye Yingzhi as a civil dispute that "the people do not pay the official". No one will take the effort to manage it; now I realize that I am afraid that it will be seen in Tang Lao and his teacher. It is a criminal case, and the evil spirits must be in vain. The words that I said before myself are half-truthful, in order to entice myself to hook.

Ye Yingzhi came in and found himself, which is tantamount to self-investment.

Ye Yingzhi kissed his forehead: "If you can't lead me, how can they easily let you go?"

The door was still tightly closed, but there were chaotic footsteps outside the door. Although it was very light, it was obvious that there was more than one person.

A thin layer of door panels made them unable to get out, but they couldn't block the sound of conversation outside.

Late, you can hear the chaotic and low-pitched mantras, and some people come forward to put a variety of spells on the door.

He can tell the voice of Tang Guangyuan who has heard it many times.

Tang Guangyuan is anxiously saying something: "...Shi Bo, the young man is still inside! The power of the ordinary people of the Eight Diagrams and the evil spirits can not bear the soul. The young man himself has the form of physical weakness, and the spirit is not It will be too strong, so I am afraid it will become stupid or even dead!"

Is he talking about himself? Will you die?

An old and stern voice sounded: "The light is far away, you don't want the woman's benevolence! But the new funeral can make you evil-free evil spirits. If you don't take the opportunity to remove it today, you may have no chance tomorrow. He is harming the world. Mingshan, take you to Guangyuan Shishu to rest..."

The sound of the untidy chanting outside the door was getting louder and louder, and the noise was too late to scream, and he was unable to sit down against the threshold.

Obviously still during the day, the room has become dark, as if all the light has been taken away, while at the same time there is a vague and mottled red line on the ground, like the ancient and secretive totem.

His consciousness began to become blurred, and he could only feel that Ye Yingzhi was sitting next to him and took him to his arms and hugged him.

Ye Yingzhi’s embrace is full of coolness, but it is the only clearness in his turmoil. He couldn’t help but take the initiative to hold it tighter. He leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes and whispered silently: "Headache..."

The cold kiss fell on his forehead and it took a long time to grind away.

Consciousness returned to waking at that moment, and the head did not seem to hurt.

After a long open eye, a layer of black gas visible to the naked eye haunted the whole body, but the black gas touched the surrounding air, but the water continued to burn and volatilize, and then the continuous black gas continued. Come in and keep it in place.

I also know that the source of black gas must be Ye Yingzhi. He is taking the place of himself to bear the insults of this strange array.

But how long can he support this way?

"Ye Yingzhi..." he whispered.

The other person seemed to see what he wanted to say, smiled lightly, and put his index finger on his lower lip, blocking the words that had not been spoken: "Oh, I am fine."

His eyebrows are slightly curved, and his mood is leisurely. It seems that he came out of the night ghost car from Tang Guangyuan's house. He also smiled and looked at himself. He said, "Whoever thinks that you are stupid enough to get on the wrong car?" It seems like sitting next to each other in the morning. Watching him eat breakfast, he smiled and said, "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"...

I couldn't help but close my eyes and take the initiative to kiss the lips of Ying Ye.

Even if I thought about it and I would accept it, I still have anxiety and hesitation in my heart. The deep roots are still the fear of the entanglement of lychee and vines. Even if it is buried in the soil, it does not mean that The seed does not exist.

The black gas lingering on their side continued to ignite, and the red light from the lines on the ground became brighter and brighter, but the view could be dark. After a long time, I groped and touched the other person’s body, and carefully identified each other’s eyebrows with the vague red light, which was imprinted in my heart.

While responding to Ye Yingzhi's kiss, he whispered his name in the heart and continually repeated his name "Welcome" and "Ye Yingzhi"... The name is deeper and deeper in the heart, and the seeds of the hesitant heart will be destroyed. Pull out all the minced.

After a long time, they separated each other, and they leaned back against Ye Yingzhi’s shoulder and gasped, smirking like a self-talking voice: “...Ye Yingzhi, why are you entangled me...”

It’s not like complaining, it’s like a lover who asks “what do you like me?”. However, he was too late to face, and he could not ask for the latter.

Ye Yingzhi did not speak for a long time. When he was closed and gave up listening to the answer, he slowly said: "...I always feel that I am looking for something when I am alive, but I don't know if I am looking for it. What. I was very bad at the time. I was already dying, but I am not willing to do it. I have been trying my best to live and die. I just want to live more... I may have found it."

"...I ended up dead. But you appeared. I knew, I found it."

He took a late hand and pressed it on the left chest where he should be the heart. There was no life and no beat, but it was full.

"Since then I thought, put you around me, so that you will never leave me again." The obscenity of this obsession is logical, as if from the instinctive thirst.

Ghosts and people are different. They will only unreasonably reach their own obsessions and resolve their cravings.

"Auntie, don't leave me." He lowered his head and kissed the broken hair of the forehead.

Late, I stumbled and snorted. Under the protection of black gas, his consciousness can still remain clear, sleepy and tired but not surging. He subconsciously responded to Ye Yingzhi’s words: "Then you hug me."

Ye Yingzhi smiled and reached out and put him in his arms: "A fool, don't you hold you all the time."

Ye Yingzhi caressed his back and watched him sink into a dark and sweet dream. The black eyes were calm and waveless.

The black gas around them was getting richer and thicker, and gradually spread out, and it actually filled the space as it was.

When there is little water in the fire, a little bit of water will be evaporated, but in the ocean, what kind of fire can burn?

Ye Yingzhi showed a gentle smile and gently rubbed his face: "Hey, take a good sleep."

The smile on his face has not completely faded. He bent his mouth and held his arms in his arms and stood up. He turned and kicked the door in front of him.

The door that couldn’t be opened anyway, but in front of him, was like a paper paste, and the raging black air behind him rushed out from the open door.

Under the stone steps, there is a scared face.

———————

When he woke up in the hospital, Ye Yingzhi sat at his bed.

I did not wait for him to open the leaf to welcome him and explained: "I went anonymously and reported that someone illegally gathered in the mountains to spread the cult thoughts and deliberately dried up in the autumn to set fire to the mountains. Later they sent people to investigate, you fell asleep, I Just put you on the roadside stone, they thought that you were in a coma and sent you to the hospital." Anyway, the gangster is not a serious Taoist, he feels that he reported the right.

"What about those people?"

Ye Yingzhi knows who he is asking, smiles and laughs: "They certainly can't keep me. When I came out, I put them in the room. Anyway, the array is made by them. Let them eat their own food. Well, the police comrades who are going to investigate now have already released them." Of course not so easy to be released.

When he smiled, his eyes bent slightly, and he did not see the bottom: "Auntie, don't worry about unrelated people."

"Ye Yingzhi," Xiao Yu whispered to him. "I am not afraid of death now... Nothing can be returned to you."

Ye Yingzhi held his hand quietly: "That will always be with me."

What was late to say, when the nurse came in, he looked at him strangely: "No. 7 bed, who are you talking to?"

I looked at Ye Ying’s eyes late and coughed: "Nobody, I am on the back."

Ye Yingzhi glanced at him: "Ghosts, I haven't seen you cooking."

Nonsense, when I still offer your tablet at home, I cook for you every day. Late and dark, because of the presence of others, but can not refute.

The nurse reluctantly accepted this statement, came in and measured his heartbeat and blood pressure, saying that everything was normal, and told him that he was found in a coma on the mountain and was found to be taken to the hospital.

The nurse said: "You rest in peace, nothing, it should be a good reason for not resting. You have been informed, he will come to pick you up soon."

Late, still wondering which friend, Xu Jiang rushed to the wind.

After a long time, I was very touched and felt very uncomfortable. I didn’t expect Xu Jiang to run again.

Xu Jiang was an indescribable attitude. He just called Chi Hao and was ready to contact his family's medical staff to inform him of the situation and he came over. He knows that there are no immediate family members in the late days. Of course, the friend who has the deepest friendship is himself. He asked the basic situation to know that there was no major event and he let go of his heart. He discussed with the doctor that he was hospitalized for a day tonight, and there was no problem to leave the hospital tomorrow.

He moved his chair and sat on the bed to play with his mobile phone. He played and chatted lately: "The ruler? What about your object? You are not in love this spring. We are not going to come out when you come together. How? You come out to climb the mountain alone, and you don’t see anyone on the phone when you live in the hospital."

Later, when he sat at the bedside, he kissed Ye Yezhi, who had his eyelids dialing his hair from time to time, and said vaguely: "He is dead."