The road to immortality started from a blind man in a pharmacy

Chapter 9 9. Nothing can be hidden on the bedside

It's too late, but it's soon.

Song Cheng's soul wandered around outside his body and saw many scenes in the dark night. In fact, he only spent half of the night wandering around burning incense.

On the bed, the host's young lady twisted her body in her sleep, as if she didn't touch her man, and subconsciously groped around on both sides.

After the toes of her little feet touched Song Cheng's calf, the hostess turned over like a sleepwalker and leaned back.

Even though there was half a bed behind her, she still stubbornly and instinctively squeezed to Song Cheng's side.

As a result, the little lady felt that she was leaning against a big lump of ice, so she opened her eyes from her dream, and reached out to touch Song Cheng's body again in a daze, and this time she was completely awakened by the cold.

She opened her eyes suddenly and realized that her man was cold.

Tong Jia was shocked and hurriedly felt his pulse and checked his breathing.

"Alive."

Song Cheng said.

The hostess said anxiously: "What's the matter with you?

You're lying down fine. What's going on when you go out?

No, you are going out, can I not know? "

Song Chengdao: "If I say that I will have an out-of-body experience, will I believe it or not?"

The hostess's body was petite, but she was like a warm stove. She sat down on the boy, then crawled into his arms and said, "Hold me to keep warm."

Song Cheng hugged her tightly, like hugging a ray of sunshine.

The hostess grinned because she was cold, but she didn't say anything about being cold. She just wrapped her arms tightly around the young man and put her hand to his cold place to warm him up. She said, "Don't dream a little. We don't know who is the other." A few days ago you said you could see dirty things and I accepted it. Today you said you could get out of body. Are you suffering from evil or hysteria? "

Song Cheng thought about it and decided not to hide it from Tong Jia.

Of course he was not prepared to talk about things like time travel, panels, and immortality. Firstly, it was his biggest secret, and secondly, Tong Jia couldn't accept it. But night travel, hell, there’s nothing to hide.

In these troubled times, he and his employer's young lady depended on each other.

The young lady was affectionate and righteous to him again.

"I keep getting stronger, but treat the person next to me as a fool, not letting her know anything about me, and then silently watching her act like a clown." He couldn't do this kind of thing.

So, Song Cheng said: "Let's try it when my body warms up."

Tong Jia said with a smile: "What are you trying?"

Song Chengdao: "Take a piece of paper, write something, and then put it quietly outside the house. I will be out of my body to see what you wrote, and then come back and tell you."

It would be easy for Song Cheng to leave his body in a few breaths of time, as long as it was not in extremely bad weather.

Tong Jiadao: "Okay! If you guessed wrong, then don't think about it anymore, and don't say anything about being able to see dirty things or being out of one's body. Live your life well!"

Song Chengdao: "One word is settled."

Tong Jia sighed silently.

Her body was warm, and everything was warm. Now it evened out a lot of temperature for Song Cheng. In addition, Song Cheng himself had very precise control over the time of night outings. After a while, Song Cheng's body also felt a little warmer. meaning.

The hostess also felt it, so regardless of the darkness, she rolled down Song Cheng's body and rustled out of the quilt. When she got to the edge of the bed, she lightly kicked Song Cheng's thigh with her little feet and said fiercely: " I slept well, but I couldn’t fall asleep now that I was woken up by you! If you want to try it, try it now!”

Song Chengdao: "Okay."

The hostess quickly wrapped herself in her coat, took a pen and paper, ran outside the house and drew a big turtle with two strokes, and then wrote two words "Song Cheng" on the turtle shell.

After doing this, she picked up a pebble, pressed the painting into the soil, then quickly returned, sat on the edge of the couch, lightly beat Song Cheng, and said: "Hey, it's done.

Let me give you a hint, I wrote a poem, the one you know.

But that poem has eight paragraphs. Guess which paragraph I wrote. "

Song Cheng searched his memory.

In the memory of his predecessor, after he was taken in by Huichun Hall, he learned some enlightenment words and learned some simple counting.

He didn't know how to write, he just followed Tong Jia and studied with the old doctor, so that he would not make mistakes when taking medicine.

The only exception was that once the old doctor treated a scholar, and the scholar gave him a poem as a thank you.

He and Tong Jia took the opportunity to learn.

Song Cheng felt the state of his body.

The body is warm and can leave the body.

So I closed my eyes and visualized the nine-layered pagoda. My soul quickly left my body, like a gust of wind blowing against the door.

After squeezing out the crack in the door, he saw the piece of drawing paper weighed down by pebbles outside.

Without stopping, he quickly returned.

The exchanges are nothing more than a few breaths.

Tong Jia originally saw that Song Cheng was not breathing, and sat there in shock, but in an instant, the breath came back, and she was even more shocked and confused.

Song Cheng smiled and said: "You didn't write a poem, but drew a turtle, with the word Tongjia written on the shell."

He didn't know many words, but he still recognized his own name.

Tong Jia subconsciously said "Bah", but after saying "Bah", she looked at him in shock. Her beautiful eyes with single eyelids were round and round, as if she couldn't believe it at all and couldn't accept the reality.

Out of body?

Damn it!

After being shocked, her first reaction was to run out of bed and pick up the clothes mallet, then quickly turned around and said, "You have indeed hit the devil!"

Song Cheng sighed, recalled the poem, and recited: "The cold color of the lonely village curtain, the sad wind is heard everywhere. The deep stream can't bear the snow, the frozen mountain can't flow clouds. The flying gulls and herons are hard to distinguish, and the sandbanks are indistinguishable. There are a few plum trees on the wild bridge, all white."

Then, he began to talk about things that only he and Tong Jia knew.

After that, he said: "That day I was unconscious, maybe I got it, and suddenly I mastered this skill."

Tong Jia asked for a while, and finally threw away the clothes mallet, ran to the couch again, and said: "Then you can see what I look like?"

Song Cheng said: "My appearance is better than that of a fairy!"

Tong Jia chuckled, and then kept muttering: "I didn't expect my man to have this ability."

Song Cheng then leaned over and directly told him about "the eldest of the three brothers of the Ding family threatened Yun'e with a knife" and his guess that "the second of the three brothers of the Ding family came to investigate" that day.

Tong Jia was stunned for a moment and said, "No way. The three brothers are still children. The youngest is only fourteen, and the two older ones are only fifteen."

Song Cheng said, "I can see that Ding Siyu has practiced martial arts, and he also has a good knife."

Tong Jia fell into complete silence, and suddenly she was also afraid.

If Song Cheng really fell and couldn't get up from the bed that day, would Ding Siyu break into her room in the middle of the night and put a knife on her neck to humiliate her?

"Let's go, call everyone to watch together!" Tong Jia was angry.

Song Cheng pulled her and sighed softly.

In this kind of village where most of the old, weak and disabled people are "0~0", Ding Siyu, the killer, if he is cruel enough, may scare everyone away from interfering.

What's more, Ding Siyu is the nephew of Muramasa, and he is "rooted and pure" in Tanghe Village. Compared with Yun'e and outsiders like him, Ding Siyu is one of them.

Although he was angry, he didn't know what to do in this situation.

The young lady of the Dong family thought for a long time, sighed heavily, and asked: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Song Cheng said: "Isn't there a blacksmith shop in the village? Although the blacksmith was conscripted, the tools are still there. Let's go buy some tomorrow."

The young lady of the Dong family said: "They are all broken copper and iron, and many are rusty."

Song Cheng said: "I know how to pick."

The young lady of the Dong family lay on his chest, holding her chin and looking at him, her beautiful eyes sparkling, as if she knew him for the first time, and said after a long time: "Song Cheng really doesn't have this ability."

Song Cheng was stunned, feeling like he was exposed.

The young lady of the Dong family continued: "I have heard of some stories about ghosts possessing people. You didn't possess Song Cheng after he died, did you?"

Song Cheng said: "Nonsense!"

The young lady of the Dong family said: "Come on, come on, Song Cheng won't say such things, okay?"

After that, she sighed softly and said: "But you know everything about me and Song Cheng. And if you really possessed Song Cheng when he fainted.

Then you must be the one who slept with me."

Song Cheng smiled bitterly and said: "Dongjia, is there a possibility that the ghost wanted to possess me, but I absorbed it? Then I absorbed his memory, and then these changes occurred."

Tong Jia blinked, her heart was in turmoil.

Song Cheng began to say earthy love words.

Slowly, under the quilt, the young couple became happy again.

You can't hide things at the head of the bed, how can you hide things from people who live together day and night?

But no matter what, the two of them are in the same boat and depend on each other.

After a while of making love, Tong Jia finally accepted it.

Besides, her man is obviously an enhanced version of Song Cheng, which is also good.