Chapter 5: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 05 I’m Afraid of the Cold…

The room, which was decorated in a festive and eerie way, was filled with dead silence.

Seeing the female protagonist ghost holding her so obediently, Song Qingqing's heart softened. She smiled with her eyebrows curved and touched the other's cold hair like she was touching a kitten.

Then the next second, she was pushed onto the big red wedding quilt.

Song Qingqing was stunned and subconsciously looked at Wen Yuxi who also lay down.

The beautiful ghost bride took off the jewelry on her head, and her long, inky hair fell down like a black mist.

That dangerous and eerie feeling once again enveloped Wen Yuxi.

Wen Yuxi smiled softly, but the smile on his face was creepy no matter how he looked at it. He looked at Song Qingqing, who was afraid of the cold and afraid of him, and huddled sideways in the bed, her whole body almost sticking to the wall.

But no matter how hard they tried to hide, Wen Yuxi didn't even need to reach out, the cold aura would pull them over.

The biting coldness approached Song Qingqing again, making her face turn pale.

Just as Song Qingqing was moving out cautiously, she suddenly stopped.

Because she saw that the tall and thin ghost figures who had just shouted the blessing outside the window seemed to be right outside the curtain, and there were several of them.

The ghostly aura from Wen Yuxi was so cold that Song Qingqing couldn't help shivering, and even her consciousness became a little fuzzy.

She thought of the original plot, in which the original owner seemed to have been haunted by a ghost bride, and the yin energy was too strong, so he died as cannon fodder.

Wen Yuxi's cold fingers suddenly touched the back of Song Qingqing's neck. Song Qingqing's whole body tensed up immediately, and her hands clutched the quilt tightly.

Suddenly, a pleasant chuckle came to her ears. It was obvious that Wen Yuxi was laughing at her, but she didn't know why.

"Afraid of ghosts?"

Song Qingqing remained silent. To be precise, she didn't dare to say anything, but she was thinking in her heart, how could there be a living person who is not afraid of ghosts.

Besides, she was not very courageous.

The chill lingering around Song Qingqing became even stronger. She pursed her lips. Although she knew that she was slow to react, she did not understand everything. Just like now, she knew that Wen Yuxi did it on purpose.

His lips pursed tighter.

"Sister..." Song Qingqing finally couldn't help but call Wen Yuxi in a low voice, her voice soft and gentle, sounding like a wet feather scratching the palm of your hand.

He is quite flexible.

Wen Yuxi did not respond, but just waited quietly for her to speak.

Suddenly, Wen Yuxi seemed to remember something and whispered, "My name is Wen Yuxi."

"Wen Yuxi."

This was the name that never changed during his lifetime or after his death.

It sounds especially nice when she calls me.

Wen Yuxi, who was originally thinking about some things in the past, slightly raised his delicate brows.

"Could you please control the evil spirit in you? I'm afraid of the cold. I'll die if I stay out of it for too long."

Wen Yuxi lowered his eyes. Song Qingqing's light brown eyes were misty. She stared at him anxiously but with a bit of hope.

She was timid and seemed a little afraid of him, but was also afraid that if she stayed away she would be haunted by the evil spirits outside. One could see through her thoughts at a glance, but she was not annoying at all. It was really subtle.

Wen Yuxi looked at her silently, his dark eyes were bottomless.

He actually imagined that the coldness of the corpse's soul was indeed not as appealing as her warmth and softness at the moment.

Wen Yuxi stared at her quietly for a while, and the cold and gloomy aura on his body suddenly dissipated. He just hugged the girl tighter and buried his head in her neck, looking like a wronged black cat.

"Qingqing, I'm afraid of the cold too."

Song Qingqing's neck was brushed by his cold nose, and she shivered and closed her eyes in fear.

She thought hard, could ghosts also be afraid of the cold?

Song Qingqing originally planned to wait until Wen Yuxi fell asleep, see if the ghostly shadows by the window had dispersed, and then sneak away, but she could smell the damp sandalwood scent coming from Wen Yuxi again.

She quietly opened her eyes, and as soon as she lowered her eyes, she could see Wen Yuxi lying beside her.

He was tall and thin, but he subconsciously curled up and looked very insecure.

His skin was pale without a trace of blood, his long raven-feather eyelashes cast a little shadow, and his grown-up eyebrows still carried a youthful and tender air. Song Qingqing looked down along the slightly open collar of his shirt, and her pupils shrank slightly when she noticed the purple marks on his neck.

She suddenly remembered the red ribbon wrapped around her wrist.

So, the heroine Wen Yuxi was strangled to death, which is why she was so resentful and gradually became a ghost?

But because Wen Yuxi's jaw was retracted, the shadow just blocked a small part of it, so she didn't see the slightly protruding but not obvious line in his throat.

Song Qingqing suddenly sat up and carefully reached out to touch the mark on Wen Yuxi's neck.

But before it could touch him completely, it was grasped by another cold hand.

Wen Yuxi suddenly opened his eyes, and his dark pupils looked at Song Qingqing.

Strangely, Wen Yuxi did not see any fear in her eyes. The girl was kneeling on the bed, her moist and clear eyes lowered to look at him, the corners of her eyes drooping slightly, with tears in her eyes, she looked innocent and pitiful.

Then, Wen Yuxi looked at her with tears in his eyes and asked himself.

"Does it hurt?"

As the words fell, a teardrop fell from the little girl's eyelashes, wetting the bright red wedding quilt under her hand.

The light brown eyes became even more beautiful after being washed by tears.

She cried sadly, as if she was really sad that he died young and died so tragically.

Wen Yuxi suddenly felt as if the tip of his heart was being rubbed bit by bit by her warm and hot tears.

The palm of my hand felt strangely itchy, with a barely perceptible numbness and pain.

Wen Yuxi took her hand, and her soft and warm fingertips touched his cold lips. He gently placed a wet and cold kiss on her fingertips. The occasional cold breath would linger around Song Qingqing's fingers and fingertips, sweeping away the resentment that had just been picked up, as if to gently comfort her.

Did it hurt? No, because I suffocated and passed out very quickly.

If he had just been strangled to death like that, it would have been less painful.

He was not strangled to death by the red ribbon.

Instead, after falling into a coma, he woke up in a dark, damp sandalwood coffin mixed with the smell of earth...

Even in death, he couldn't rest in peace. Those beasts were afraid that he would harbor resentment and ruin the feng shui and the fortune of their descendants, so they even invited a yin and yang master to ask the ghosts of the ancestors in the Zhaozhuang ancestral hall to torture him day and night, and even poured chicken blood and black dog blood on his grave...

A low, hoarse, and cold sigh sounded faintly in Song Qingqing's ears, carrying with it an indescribable melancholy.

She shouldn't have come and shouldn't have set foot in this ancient town.

Wen Yuxi sighed in his heart, but he had no intention of loosening his grip.

Now, for a ghost who had been dead for decades to feel her body temperature, her fingertips and that softness, it filled him with greed and obsession.

Everything she had was something he didn't have.

"It hurts. It hurts a lot."

The handsome "person" with bright eyebrows and eyes lowered his eyelashes, then opened his lips and took the girl's fingertips into his mouth. His flexible and cold tongue moved slightly, pushing the jade ring out of his mouth and putting it on her finger.

Song Qingqing stared at Wen Yuxi's actions in a daze, and then realized what he was doing. A cold and wet feeling swept across her fingertips, and she froze completely.

Although the female ghost is pretty, this behavior is still too intimate.

When she subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, Song Qingqing suddenly remembered her mission objective.

Gain everyone's favor, regardless of male or female protagonist...

However, the heat still climbed up to the tips of Song Qingqing's ears little by little.

After licking all the resentment from the girl's fingertips, Wen Yuxi stood up and walked out the door with Song Qingqing.

Only then did Song Qingqing realize that thick fog had appeared around them at some point, and even the figure of Wen Yuxi, who was holding her hand and walking in front of her, became a little blurry.

She stretched out her hand and was surprised to find that her hand could go straight through the wall and window. When she was about to tell Wen Yuxi, she saw that he had already led her to the main entrance.

A sharp and thin voice came from a distance, as if warning someone.

"The living soul is far away from the body, quickly return through this door!"

"Go ahead."

Wen Yuxi stretched out his hand and gently pushed the person he was holding out the door.

Wen Yuxi's clear and gentle voice came to her ears, and the next moment Song Qingqing felt herself flying out uncontrollably due to the force he pushed her.

"Qingqing? What's wrong with you?"

It seemed to be Li Wei's voice. The feeling of consciousness being pulled out and then pouring into the body made Song Qingqing open her eyes instantly. She sat up abruptly, her fair forehead covered in cold sweat, and her lips were a little pale.

Li Wei held her hands and was surprised to find that Song Qingqing was so cold: "Qingqing, what's wrong with you? I saw you tossing and turning just now, and you were shouting that you were cold."

Song Qingqing came to her senses and felt the warmth of Li Wei's palm on her forehead. She wiped away all the cold sweat on the girl's forehead without any disgust.

"I think I'm having a nightmare."

Thinking of the good-looking person in the dream, Song Qingqing looked around again. It was not the festive room in the dream.

When Li Wei heard her say that she had a nightmare, she breathed a sigh of relief and lay down again.

But as soon as Song Qingqing moved, she felt as if there was something extra on her finger. She lowered her head and took a closer look, and found that a jade ring had been put on her finger at some point, and it was cold in temperature.

It's a bit like the burial objects of ancient people.

This means that her meeting Wen Yuxi was not a dream. Song Qingqing's face turned pale. So, was this given to her by the heroine Wen Yuxi?

In the early hours of the morning, the ancient town was dead silent, but outside the town it was not so peaceful.

A bus was driving slowly on the road. There was only one passenger on the bus, a tall young man wearing a white T-shirt.

His black hair was tied up behind his head with a branch, with only a few strands of hair falling in front of his forehead, covering his clear and cold phoenix eyes. He raised his eyelids and looked at the mist outside the window, his brows slightly furrowed.

Lin Hanchuan really couldn't understand why his master insisted that he go down the mountain to study at university, saying that Minghua University had opened a metaphysics major and wanted him to receive education?

He was not illiterate. He grew up in a temple and was taught to read and write by his senior brothers and masters in the temple.

Moreover, it cost him five hundred yuan to take a bus down the mountain to Minghua University.

The young man's dress was no different from that of young people in the city, but his hairstyle, which was the same as that of the ancients, and his temperament as cool and pure as pine snow, still made the driver in the driver's seat unable to help but look up and observe him through the rearview mirror frequently.

Having practiced Taoism since childhood and with keen senses, Lin Hanchuan naturally felt the gazes falling on him.

He looked up and saw a paper-like child standing not far away, waving to stop a bus. His face was as pale as paper, and his cheeks were evenly and brightly rosy on both sides. He also saw through the rearview mirror that the van had been following the bus not far away.

The distance between the two vehicles has never changed. In fact, the van is a paper car from the underworld, leading the living to the road of death.

"Master, concentrate on driving."

His voice was clear, and although polite and gentle, it had just the right amount of distance.

The driver came to his senses and saw the child about to be hit. He was so scared that his hand slipped and the steering wheel turned sharply to the left. The bus almost skidded and hit the guardrail. Fortunately, the driver reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes.

The wheels rubbed against the road, making a sharp and harsh sound, leaving several tire marks on the ground.

The bus did stop, but when the driver looked in the direction of the child, it was empty. He didn't know where the person came from.

After all, the master was an experienced driver who had been driving long distances for many years. He naturally knew what this strange situation meant and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He thought it was almost dawn, so he didn't put a chicken in the back seat.

The ghosts disperse at dawn when the cockcrows. This is an old rule that has always been unspoken among long-distance drivers.

Lin Hanchuan stood up and got out of the car. He took out a stack of paper money from his backpack, lit it with fire, and said calmly, "We have no grudges. It's just a sudden disaster. Please don't offend me."

When the young man raised his wrist to burn the paper, he seemed to inadvertently reveal the jujube wood ring on his thin wrist. The wood ring was shiny black and carried a bit of the pure and positive energy created by lightning.

It can be seen that this person is very experienced and cannot be easily provoked. Moreover, they have already taken the lives of several people. If this guy in front of them is unhappy, he may kill them on the spot.

A cold wind suddenly blew away the ashes of the paper money, and the van that had been following the bus also disappeared in the thick fog.

After burning the paper money, Lin Hanchuan looked up at the Xiangyun Ancient Town not far away. The murderous aura surging above was as black as ink, almost solid. He raised his hand and took out a handful of glutinous rice from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

The white glutinous rice moved without any wind, forming the shape of a dangerous word, and there were signs of it turning black.

I didn't expect that I would encounter such a fierce town just passing by.

The driver, who had been sitting in the driver's seat and didn't even dare to get out of the car, looked at the young Taoist priest standing with his back to him, looking up at something in the distance. He felt that one should not judge a person by his appearance.

Even when faced with such a scary thing, she was surprisingly more calm than a man in his fifties.

Lin Hanchuan withdrew his gaze, looked at the ashes of the paper money that had been blown away, turned around and got into the car.

He didn't bring much stuff down the mountain today. Once he got to the city and bought everything at the night market, it wouldn't be too late to come here again.

To be honest, as long as this ghost doesn't run out of the ancient town, Lin Hanchuan has no intention of intervening.

If you can stay put, that's fine, but if you run away...

Lin Hanchuan sat back in his seat and turned his head as if he had realized something.

In the thick, blurry, sinister fog, a bright red figure stood faintly, with a red veil obscuring its vision and face.

It stood quietly in front of the ancient town, and the red embroidered shoes under the skirt were clean and tidy, not even stained by dirt.