MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 125 Yinyang

"...dead?" He looked at his friend in disbelief.

Song Jinping’s face squeezed a bitter smile: “Yes, I am already dead, but I forgot, so I am with you as before... but when I woke up today, I found my hand. Pressed on Juanjuan's neck... I almost killed her." When he said this, he lowered his head and looked at his hands. The thick and reliable hands were still shaking slightly.

"The feeling is like evil. I was scared. I ran out of the house. Then I finally remembered. I was already dead. I was killed by the evil spirits lurking near the victim’s body while investigating the case. "He has held his head in pain. "I have also become a ghost."

Looking at him late, with his words, the silky black blood from the body of Song Jin, his eyes also became red. Those who are killed by evil spirits often become grievances or evil spirits because of dying, and then unconsciously harm the living people around them. Song Jin said yes, "he" has become a grievance.

"I don't know what to do. I am afraid that I can't control myself and go back to harm Juanjuan and my children. I swallowed the symbols that you gave me before. Now I feel that my strength is getting weaker and weaker. I think I should go. Ruler, I am a brother of your life, and finally there is a ruthless invitation, please help me take care of Juanjuan and the child." Song Jin said, his whole body shape It became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into a black mist that barely saw the human form. The black fog worshipped in the direction of the lateness, and then disappeared a little.

The coolness in the bedroom also dissipated. I was there, I touched a wet eyelid and covered my face. "How come you don't come to me first, you are like this, it's the equivalent of flying souls... ”

But even if he swears again, it just doesn't help, Song Jin really died, and it completely disappeared.

"...and then I finally remembered it. I was already dead. I was killed by the evil spirits lurking near the victim's body while investigating the case."

"The ruler, you are not surprised, we just received a case of disappearance. The informant is the wife of the missing person. She said that her husband has been missing for two days and could not find it anyway. As a result, we found the victim in a hotel. The body of the body, based on the results of the autopsy, found that her husband had been killed for seven days."

Song Jinfang and the words he once said alternately echoed in his late mind. He rushed down the bed and rushed to the desk and took the note of Ye Yingzhi into his arms and quickly turned it.

Judging from the words of Song Jin, he undoubtedly met something like Hejia Village and like Hidden Mountain. However, R City is not a small area that is closed like this. How can such a thing happen? He can't let the big white die, but he is indifferent and does nothing. He has to look at it and see clearly what the world is like in this world.

Late, I quickly turned to the technique that allows people to see the true yin and yang of the world. After this mood, he only felt a little bit of burning and pain in his eyes. Just like in the night of the temple, the heat and pain disappeared quickly. He opened his eyes again and he saw it. It is already a completely different world.

Thick, black ghosts that are a hundred times thicker than Hejiacun tumbling over the city, the whole sky can't see the slightest light, and all the sights are covered by black ghosts.

Late on the balcony, looking down, rolling in the crowd, some people, there are also a large number of "green" without a shadow. They all have no idea what they are in.

I was too late to be confident, and I hurriedly put on my clothes and took the keys and ran out of the house. Walking on the street, looking at the black and pressed sky in the reinforced concrete city forest, this pale and hopeless feeling is superior.

He saw several evil spirits pushing a passerby who was walking on the bridge under the bridge, but could not catch up with the rescue, and the people around him did not seem to see this happen. When he ran down to the location of the water, he could only see the body that died from the drowning of the river. What is even more horrifying is that a person who looks pale and looks like a person who looks like a man is appearing in the position where he stands, and begins to move forward without incident.

"He" may be going home, maybe going to a party, maybe like Song Jin, unconsciously killing another living person.

Not every "person" can wake up in time like Song Jin.

The sky that was tainted by ghosts seemed to be a darker one.

This is a chaotic and upside down world.

The evil spirits are in the way, the yin and yang are upside down, the **** is in the sun, and the world is in the end.

You don't know if the friends and family around you and your day and night are ghosts, whether he is talking to you now, and his body is actually a step away from you, but everyone is turning a blind eye. You don't know when the evil spirits around you will take your life. You don't know if you will kill the evil spirits hidden in the dark, or the "people" you are doing. You don't even know if you are alive or are already dead.

Maybe the place you just took is hiding your own body.

Everyone, one by one, died, and no one was spared until the whole world became a "Hejia Village."

Everything you think is as usual, under the usual skin, the whole world has already changed a bit.

What a terrible world. What a hopeless future.

It is entirely due to the physical instinct to go home. He saw a few evil spirits around him, but those ghosts seemed to be afraid of something and never dared to approach him.

It was raining in the sky, and the rain was getting bigger and bigger. Soon, he was thoroughly wetted from start to finish. He was not very responsive to everything around him.

When he stood in front of the house, he just took out the key, and the door was pulled open. The warm and mellow atmosphere instantly wrapped him, washed away the cold and cold air of the rain, and faintly smelled the delicious taste of the fish soup.

Ye Yingzhi pulled the door and looked at him disapprovingly. He pulled him into the house and closed the door and plunged into his arms. He didn't care if he was wet: "How come you ran out? Is it so wet?" ”

"Auntie, do you want me to look at you in the future without hesitation?" The man was sloppy, helplessly took out clean clothes and big towels, and pulled the late into the bathroom to take off all the wet clothes. Push the person under the shower head and turn on the hot water to warm him up. Think about it, then dry it with a dry towel, and then patiently put him on dry clothes.

In the whole process, the lateness was always dull, and it was completely ruthless.

Ye Yingzhi found out that he was wrong. He bowed his head and kissed his left cheek: "Auntie, what happened?"

Late, he lowered his eyes and avoided his gaze: "I just got the news, the big Song is gone, Juanjuan still doesn't know."

Ye Yingzhi closed his eyes and held him in his arms. He comforted softly: "Nothing, aunt, you and me. I will stay with you all the time."

I only feel that my heart has cooled down.

He finally understood what his grandfather said at the time. "Your friend is surrounded by heavy ghosts and yin." He may now see it more clearly than his grandfather.

The man in front of him was wrapped in a deep dark ghost like a real, pale, with a heavy dead air, a steady stream of ghosts spilling out of him, gathering in the sky, supplementing and constructing the stretch. An endless ghost barrier. Through the layers of ghosts, the man's face is still beautiful, but it can be clearly distinguished that it will never be a living person.

After a long time, he reached out and hugged Ye Yingzhi’s waist. He leaned his head and whispered to him: “Ye Yingzhi...”

No one knows more about his pillows than he does. It’s just that he has been turning a blind eye. In the memory, the teenager calmly drank a variety of medicines. When he was naively asking for hardships and bitterness, he smiled softly on his head. "As long as you can accompany the aunt, you will not be afraid of it." However, when he started, his comfort became "Brother will always be with you." He used to be the one who was most afraid of not being able to accompany himself, but now he has become the person who will always be with him. He knows everything.

Of course he did not fool himself. When he asked questions about Xu Rui’s words, he would only smile and ask “Auntie thinks his brother is dead?” and said, “Xu’s family has been impaired by ghosts, and their words don’t have to be mindful.” . He is clever, so that he can never find the truth he wants to cover up.

No matter what happens, no matter what others say, even if he stands on the opposite side of the world, he will firmly believe that he supports Ye Yingzhi, but he is himself. The method of seeing through everything is recorded in the notes that Ye Yingzhi wrote and gave him.

Xu Rui was right at the time. The son does not kill Bo Ren, but Buren is a factor to die. None of those people was killed by Ye Yingzhi, but the formation of the end of the world in the yin and yang reversed the relationship with him. Ying's brother wants to stay in this world, this is true, but he is not a general ghost, his influence is too great.

Lately looking up, actively kissed the cold lips of the leaves, eyes looked up at him, the eyes were foggy.

"Welcome," he whispered, calling his name again, and asked for it. "I want to see Juanjuan tomorrow. Are you waiting for me at home? I want to eat your braised pork ribs. Leave more soup and mix with rice. It is best to add a vegetarian dish and a soup. I also want to eat mutton pie."

"As you ask for more, I want to eat every day." Ye Yingzhi smiled and took him to the table and sat down. He took two bowls of steaming fish soup and said, "I will do it for you."