Chapter 13: Revisiting the Old Place
They were standing right at the company's entrance, a frosted glass sign hanging from it, dividing the office into two areas. The receptionist and several employees were busy selecting suitable vases in the office inside, leaving them alone, surrounded by the cart that had been used to carry the flowers.
While Teng An was talking, Qin Qinsen had been feeling something was wrong, until he turned sideways and revealed his reflection from behind, Qin Qinsen's expression completely changed.
"Don't move!"
It's too late.
Teng An, who had turned his body completely, was in close contact with the evil spirit. If he took another half step forward, they would become one.
“Wow—ouch!”
Without giving Teng An a chance to shout, Qin Qinsen kicked the man away, pressed his five fingers on the pale face of the evil spirit, bit his index finger, and used the blood as ink to draw talismans in the air.
Seeing this, the bodyguards protected Teng Su and others and quickly retreated, trying to stay away from the evil spirit caught by Qin Qinsen, but found that they could not get out of the company gate no matter what.
During this time, the receptionist returned with a vase and then left with a cup, without any sign of abnormality. They seemed to be not in the same space, yet they were standing there.
"What's going on?" Anxi was a little nervous as it was the first time he saw such a scene.
"That guy can catch ghosts. I thought he was following Brother Hong, but who knew he was the idiot and rotten motor's guy."
Teng An's words once again touched the ghost's nerves. He raised his hand to interrupt Qin Qinsen's movements, leaving several deep scars on his arm that were visible to the bone, and rushed straight towards Teng An.
"Shut him up!" Qin Qinsen shouted.
The evil ghost was obviously furious because of Teng An's insulting words to Luo Nanchen. Otherwise, how could the evil ghost, which usually could only stay in the reflection, break through the boundaries and even open the ghost domain to trap them in it.
Then, regardless of his own injuries, he chased after the evil spirit and rushed over. He put his hands through the evil spirit's armpits and lifted him up directly, "Teng Su, come here and beat him up!"
For some unknown reason, the evil spirit was almost completely immune to Qin Qinsen's attacks. Even drawing talismans with blood was useless; the evil spirit could interrupt them with just a single claw. With no other options left, they had to resort to this last resort—a person of great merit would take action.
Teng Su did not hesitate and punched the evil ghost in the face despite the bodyguards' obstruction.
But something went wrong and the evil ghost fell backwards and merged with Qin Qinsen in the shocked eyes of everyone.
"Are you, are you okay? Master Qin? Secretary Qin? Little Qin Qin?" Seeing the person lowering his head and holding his forehead without saying a word, Teng An became anxious.
When the evil spirit pounced on him just now, Teng An thought he was dead. If Qin Qinsen hadn't acted decisively, he would have been chatting with the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons by now. But the person who saved him seemed to be in great pain, trembling all over, and the wound on his arm was bleeding profusely.
In a short while, Qin Qinsen looked like he had crawled out of blood.
Qin Qinsen was trying to endure the pain in his body and had no time to speak. The evil spirit was like a sour, spicy cold dish drizzled with boiling oil, which stung his mouth and burned his heart.
The outsider rushed through the body, leaving behind intense pain wherever it passed, and even accelerated. Finally, the evil spirit in the body seemed to have found its target, gathering all its strength and slamming into Qin Qinsen's heart.
"puff--"
"ah!"
The shouting from the front desk was sharp and shrill. Qin Qinsen’s only thought before he fainted was: What a good voice, suitable for debut.
Qin Qinsen opened his eyes. It was neither 22B of the American Building nor the hospital, but a familiar courtyard.
The dog hole under the courtyard wall was dug out bit by bit when he was six years old, just so he could sneak up on the old Taoist priest who was hunting ghosts alone in the middle of the night. The familiar tables, chairs and benches in the house came into view, and his perfect test papers and report cards for each subject were posted on the wall.
"Tsk, what the hell."
He sneered, but his heart was beating fast. He walked quickly and skillfully towards the old Taoist priest's room.
Until he saw the black and white photo, the person in it was still smiling at him. Qin Qinsen sat on the ground as if he was disappointed. "Am I back, or am I in trouble again?"
Leaning his head against the door frame, Qin Qinsen felt a little swollen and painful in his eyes. He had been nervous since he entered the book. Now that he was back in a familiar environment, even if it was fake, he could relax a little.
As time passed, the pain in his eyes did not ease, so Qin Qinsen stood up and walked out.
This is not the home he is familiar with.
His home had an old Taoist priest, the fragrance of locust flowers, cool well water, and fried bean sprouts that always had a slightly burnt smell. Later, his home was left with only silence and dust.
Pop.
Qin Qinsen picked up a wooden stick and walked towards the study where the noise came from.
The study is a bit messy. The bookcases covering three whole walls were custom-made by the village carpenter at the old Taoist's request. It is said that it cost a huge sum of money. The old Taoist feels painful every time he mentions it.
The large bookcase by the window belongs exclusively to Qin Qinsen, and all the textbooks and extracurricular reading materials he has used since he started school are neatly stacked inside.
The other bookcases were arranged in no particular order, with no way to categorize them. The books were of varying heights, and some didn't even have covers, leaving only slightly dirty pages lying open casually.
The wooden stick gently picked up the book that had fallen to the ground.
The cover is golden, the inner pages are beige, the paper is very delicate and has a golden luster, but there is not a single word on it. Perhaps it should be called a "notebook"?
The man and the book just faced each other quietly.
Until a more intense pain than before came from the depths of his eyes, Qin Qinsen let go of the wooden stick in his hand with a "hiss", covered his eyes, and rubbed them uncontrollably to try to relieve the pain.
When he looked up again, the golden book was floating in the air, extending countless golden threads towards him.
It was impossible to stop it. The golden thread was extremely fast and pierced straight into Qin Qinsen's eyes.
The pain disappeared as suddenly as it had come and as quickly and silently as it had.
But then, the book connected to the other end of the golden thread came flying in front of him, just one step away from hitting him in the face.
Qin Qinsen couldn't move.
His limbs were fixed by invisible shackles, and his eyes were forced to open wide, watching clearly how the golden thread cut open his eyes, and how the books turned into streams of water and merged with the golden thread.
Finally, the two merged in his mind.
Before he could recover from his frozen state of being at the mercy of others, the entire study erupted in a commotion. Books originally placed in the bookcases rushed out, pages detaching themselves one by one, heading straight for the only living person in the room.
Layer upon layer of book pages enveloped him, the air gradually became thinner, and the last ray of light in front of his eyes completely disappeared...
Watching yourself being buried alive by books was not a pleasant experience. Just when Qin Qinsen thought he was going to be suffocated, a strong smell of disinfectant came from his nose.
It can move!
Qin Qinsen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, breathing rapidly and taking several deep breaths uncontrollably.
"Don't move, be careful of the wound."
The tone was familiar and flat, it was Teng Su's.
Qin Qinsen straightened his upper body and turned his head suddenly to look at the person who made the sound.
The man met his eyes, as if they were meeting for the first time, his eyes full of scrutiny.
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