016. Regret
The cold palm clamped the slender white neck.
But Qingling felt that the hand was trembling. Not only the hand, Shang Changheng was trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing some kind of surging pain. Only his eyes were as cold as ice.
"I know you don't want to."
His voice became deep, and every word was as cold as an ice blade.
"So what if you don't want to? How many people in this world can get what they want? All things are like straw dogs——"
As he spoke, he seemed to be talking about himself. Qingling couldn't tell who he was talking to, maybe it was the two of them.
"I am, and so are you. No one can escape." Shang Changheng pinched Qing Ling's neck and kissed her with his cold lips.
He kissed her eagerly, as if he wanted to grab something impatiently. Qingling was afraid but did not dare to resist. Just when the kiss was about to suck out all her breath, Shang Changheng's movements gradually slowed down, and he rubbed her lips against his as if in a tender embrace.
Qing Ling's originally pale cheeks flushed with red. He was young and had only been so close to Shang Changheng. Although he was afraid, he was still ashamed.
They looked at each other for a moment, Qingling had nothing to say. He was just conspiring with others on how to kill the evil spirit, and then he turned around and became intimate with others and kissed them passionately. Of course he was unwilling, but his body's reaction was always so unsatisfactory.
Even Qingling himself was confused, why? Is it possible that he is born to be able to treat men... too?
No one could answer his doubts, only the evil spirit in front of him was carefully tracing his cheek with kisses.
Then he was picked up by Shang Changheng, who held him horizontally around the waist until he was put on the couch again. Qing Ling wanted to get up again, but Shang Changheng pressed him back by the shoulders, and a cold kiss followed on his ear.
"Qingling..."
Shang Changheng's gentle call sounded like he was sighing about something.
In a place where Qingling couldn't see, Shang Changheng's eyes seemed to be frozen with frost, and seemed distant and vague. It was unclear what he was looking at, but it also seemed as if he was looking at nothing.
He said, "Come with me into hell."
Shang Changheng was acting strange tonight.
He actually didn't have any tricks in bed, and he was always direct and businesslike every time. Qingling had no interest in it at all, so she couldn't accept it.
But tonight he was very patient, as if he was not the one who was so furious that he almost lost control. He was even able to spare some time to comfort Qingling who was crying pitifully, as if they were really a loving couple.
It was not until midnight that Qingling finally got a chance to catch his breath.
Shang Changheng put on his luxurious burial clothes, got up from the couch, sat at the table, and stared at the thorn he had thrown there without saying a word.
Qingling could only see his back, which seemed as solid as a living person under the candlelight, but inexplicably filled with sadness and loneliness.
Qing Ling was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to care about him, but he felt that Shang Changheng was very different this time. He was worried that he remembered something again. Coupled with the curse of "falling into hell together", after thinking about it, Qing Ling got up, slowly put on his middle clothes to cover up the spots on his body, then struggled to get off the couch, walked to the table and sat on the other side.
There was a laziness and contentment in Qingling's delicate eyes and brows that she was not even aware of. Her loose black hair was gathered on one side of her chest, and she looked pretty and gentle.
Shang Changheng raised his eyes. He had calmed down and even smiled at Qingling.
"I still have the energy to get up."
What was said was not so pleasant to the ear.
Qing Ling's ears felt hot, so he simply pretended not to hear anything. He looked at the spike with words from an unknown dynasty and asked, "What is this?"
Shang Changheng was silent for a short time, but did not answer. He only said, "The corpse-raising formation in the ancestral hall is set up by living people to block the yang energy and gather the yin energy. There is a zombie underneath, which is Qing Congnan's biological father. The sacrifices are all corpses of children under the age of seven, who have died no more than two days ago, just after the Dragon Boat Festival. The zombies are weak, and the sacrifices should be used to feed them."
Qing Ling frowned when he heard this, but he had already guessed it and was not surprised.
Shang Changheng glanced at the spike again and said, "When a person dies, his soul leaves. The zombie uses this thing to force the soul to stay in the world of the living. It wants to refine an immortal body for itself and inhabit its soul."
Qingling understood.
His grandfather wanted to make himself an immortal living corpse, and he used this thing to preserve his soul to avoid entering the underworld. However, it is not known what this has to do with his birth. It's just that the thing was dug out from Shang Changheng's grave.
In other words…
The reason why Shang Changheng can still live in the world with a swagger is because this thing has preserved his soul to this day.
After hesitating for a while, Qing Ling finally asked the question he wanted to know, "So... did you remember something again? What exactly happened between you and the Qing family?"
Eyes met.
Shang Changheng did not deny it.
Qingling felt more and more unsettled.
Finally, Shang Changheng said softly: "Qing is my gravekeeper."
Qingling did not miss the flash of sarcasm in Shang Changheng's expression, but this made sense. The Qing family was in Lincang, guarding the ancient tomb at the foot of Zhanlong Mountain outside Lincang City. In the end, they robbed Shang Changheng's tomb and took away the burial objects. But they could afford to hire a whole family as tombkeepers, so his previous guess was correct. This evil ghost must have been a royal noble when he was alive.
Shang Changheng added: "It's almost over there."
He glanced in the direction of the main house.
Qing Ling paused, and then he understood that Shang Changheng meant that Qing Wenxu was about to die.
"Why is there no sound at all?" Qing Ling asked. If someone died in the Qing mansion and it was discovered late, it could be said that it was because the mansion was too big. But in such a small yard, except for the first sound, he didn't hear any other sound. It was obviously not reasonable.
Shang Changheng was very patient tonight and explained to him: "It's just a little trick."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and chuckled softly, "For her, you would even give up killing me. You don't seem like that kind of person."
Qing Ling was startled. He had never had such a peaceful conversation with Shang Changheng before. However, the content of the conversation was not very peaceful. He smiled lightly, as if mocking himself, "I didn't expect it, but..."
He looked towards the main house with a complicated expression, and after a while he continued, "At that time, I couldn't care less."
He didn't say why, but Shang Changheng seemed to know everything. He nodded slightly and said, "If she hadn't been so resentful when she died, she wouldn't have survived for so many years. The ending of a fierce ghost won't be good. Even with my help, she only has these two days."
The implication is that she probably doesn't have that much time for revenge.
Qingling wanted to say something, but didn't say it.
Shang Changheng knew his unspoken request, but just shook his head.
He said: "How can there be so many perfect things in the world?"
There is nothing lacking in the world.
In one word, it refers to all living beings, including the two people sitting opposite each other.
Qing Ling looked at Shang Changheng and felt that his expression was melancholy and cold. He almost asked, "What about you?"
So what unfinished business do you have that makes you so determined to stay in this world?
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