Chapter 139 I must be really anxious

Qin Xiyang's voice was heavily nasal, and he took the lead to walk to the balcony at the end of the corridor.

The windows there were not closed tightly, and the autumn wind blew raindrops against the glass, making a crackling sound and cutting the neon lights of the city in the distance into a blurry patch of light.

Shen Qingze took one last look at Fang Changling who was still sobbing, then turned around and followed Qin Xiyang out of the ward.

The cold wind from the corridor blew into his collar, making him shiver.

Yeluvis let him lean against his arms and signaled him not to be sad.

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The autumn night wind blew the raindrops onto the glass of the balcony railing, making a crackling sound.

Qin Xiyang opened the door first.

The coldness instantly penetrated his open white coat, causing him to shrink his neck involuntarily.

Lai Yun followed closely behind, leaning his back against the rusty railing.

My fingertips unconsciously rubbed the metal surface where the paint had been worn off.

Shen Qingze was about to take a step, but was stopped by Qin Xiyang's gaze.

Qin Xiyang's gaze passed over his shoulder and fell on Yeluweisi, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes behind the lenses.

"Who is this?"

Yeluweisi stood in the shadow of the balcony entrance, with a few strands of his long silver hair blown up by the wind.

That overly handsome face looked as if covered by moonlight.

Shen Qingze's Adam's apple moved, and he put his arm around Yeluweisi's shoulders, and his tone was deliberately relaxed.

"His name is Yeluweisi, and he is my love. He is an unimportant person, so ignore him for now."

Qin Xiyang raised his eyebrows. Who would describe their lover as "insignificant"?

Especially when the other person is as beautiful as a god walking out of a mural.

But he didn't ask any more questions, he just straightened his collar which was messed up by the wind.

"You came here specially, not to introduce a friend?"

Shen Qing drew a circle on the back of Yeluweisi's hand with his fingertips, as if he was gathering up his courage.

The raindrops were blown into the balcony by the wind, hitting the back of his hand and making it feel cool.

"Do you... believe in the resurrection of the dead?"

Lai Yun snorted, and was about to laugh at the absurdity of this idea, but he caught a glimpse of Qin Xiyang's suddenly tense face.

Qin Xiyang pushed his glasses up, and the lenses were covered with a layer of mist.

"Shen Qingze, now is not the time to talk nonsense."

But there was not much rebuke in his voice, instead there was a kind of exhaustion that was like giving up.

"But if this really happens... and can help Fang Changling regain his confidence, I will go to the City God Temple to burn incense right now."

He looked down at his hands.

Those hands that had held the scalpel and examined countless corpses were now trembling slightly.

"If you really have the ability to see ghosts, I believe it,"

"Even if my colleagues think I'm crazy tomorrow, I'll admit it."

Lai Yun's back slid against the railing, and the rust left a dark red mark on his uniform.

She took out a wrinkled cigarette case and tried to light it, but then she remembered that this was a hospital and finally stuffed it back into her pocket in annoyance.

"Since I met you, haven't we seen enough weird things?"

She pulled the corners of her mouth, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

"I've been dealing with strange things recently, and the little ghost who came to lead us to find you. Which of these can be explained by science?"

The wind suddenly picked up, making the balcony lamp buzz.

Lai Yun looked at the neon lights in the distance that were swollen by the rain and fog, and his voice sank.

"How can Fang Tai still look like a criminal investigation team leader?"

"Yesterday when I went to change shifts, I saw him holding Xiao Qihao's hand and crying, saying that he should not have been allowed to enter this industry in the first place."

She sniffed.

"That's Fang Changling, the one who carried the hostages out of the fire scene and didn't even make a sound when his skin was burned to pieces..."

Shen Qingze's heart seemed to be tightened by the autumn wind.

He turned to look at Yeluvis.

The other person held his hand back, and a steady force came from his fingertips.

He took a deep breath, and the words that were stuck in his throat finally rolled out.

"Yeluvis is not an ordinary person, he is the incarnation of a ghost."

Qin Xiyang's glasses slid down to the tip of his nose with a "click". Lai Yun stood up suddenly.

Both of them stared at Yeluvis.

Yeluvis took a step forward, and the shadow that had been shrouding him seemed to be dispelled by an invisible force.

He nodded slightly, with a faint arc at the corner of his lips.

There seemed to be stars flowing in those deep eyes.

In an instant, a faint golden halo suddenly appeared around him. At first, it was just a faint light.

Then it became stronger and stronger, shaking away the raindrops that were rushing towards him by half an inch, forming an invisible barrier on his side.

The hum of the balcony ceiling light suddenly stopped, and even the whistling wind seemed to have subsided a little at this moment.

"I am the god who controls the order of yin and yang."

Yeluvis spoke, his voice was different from before, with an ancient and majestic texture, as if it came from a distant time and space.

"My godhood was damaged before, and I was trapped between yin and yang. Fortunately, I was able to recover the power of my destiny that was stolen by the ghost slaves, and then I was able to make up for the missing divine power and achieve the body of a true god."

He raised his hand, palm facing up, and a point of light emitting soft white light slowly rotated in his palm.

The light seemed to contain endless vitality and mysterious power, which made Qin Xiyang and Lai Yun stunned.

"The rules of the Yin and Yang worlds no longer bind me. This time, if I want to save the dead, I must enter the land of the dead, find their souls, and lead them back to their bodies."

Shen Qing added,

"We have a way to save Xiao Qihao, but we need Ye Xiang's help. We have to take him away for a while."

He paused and emphasized his tone.

"If Xiao Qihao can wake up, we will immediately send Ye Xiang back to the police station. He will receive the punishment he deserves, not a penny less."

Qin Xiyang suddenly laughed softly, his laughter was full of self-mockery.

He took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his white coat and repeatedly wiped the mist off the lenses.

"I must have gone mad."

The lens was polished to a clear shine, reflecting the red bloodshot in his eyes.

"People who used to look through the literature to find scientific evidence for any abnormal tissue found on the dissection table are now listening carefully to you talking about ghosts and gods saving people."

The rain was getting heavier, and the water on the glass was like tear marks.

Qin Xiyang's laughter stopped abruptly, and his fingertips trembled slightly as he pinched the handkerchief.

"But what can I do? I can't just watch Fang Changling collapse like this."

He raised his eyes to look at Shen Qingze, with a look of determination to burn his boats.

"I can take you to see Ye Xiang, but you have to promise me two things."

"you say."

Shen Qingze responded immediately.

"First, this matter is known to heaven and earth, you know it, I know it, and Lai Yun knows it."

Qin Xiyang raised two fingers, his fingertips turned white.

"Don't let the fourth person know, including Fang Changling."

He paused, lowering his voice even lower.

"Second, Ye Xiang must come back alive. He is a serious criminal. In theory, he cannot even leave the detention center. I am risking my life to help you."

Lai Yun suddenly slammed the railing, and the rust fell down.

"I bear witness to this."

Shen Qing looked at Yeluweisi, who nodded at him.

The spot of light in the palm of his hand quietly disappeared, and the halo around him gradually converged, as if the shocking scene just now had never happened.

When he turned his head, the raindrops fell on his eyelashes, as cold as tears.

"I promise."

Four people stood on the small balcony, wrapped in the autumn night's wind and rain, and no one spoke.

The red light of the emergency room in the distance flickered in the rain, like a peeping eye, reflecting the complex expressions on each other's faces.

Some things don't need to be said clearly, the silence at this moment is better than a thousand words.