Chapter 288: The Widow of the Ghost Master
Lian Qing had a clear understanding of his own death, so his mentality was normal when he turned into a ghost.
Perhaps because his limbs were torn into pieces, his memory was also incomplete.
In the first few days, he only vaguely remembered who he was.
Wandering around the remaining limbs, listening to the people around him mourning him.
It seemed like he stayed in this world for some reason, but he couldn't remember why and had no idea.
Before coming into contact with the head, Lian Qing was still a vague conscious being, his ghost state was unstable, and he had no clear thinking ability. He relied entirely on his ghost instincts to curiously explore the young man who broke into his territory and worshipped him.
The young man claimed that he was his lover and his property.
But now that his mind was clearer, Lian Qing felt a little confused.
Why doesn't he have any impression at all?
But the young man lived freely in his home, worshipped his portrait, carved his tablet with his own hands, and touched his remaining limbs. He was so intimate with him that he must be his lover.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall, Lian Qing couldn't remember any fragments between them.
Looking at the young man's calm and beautiful face, Lian Qing thought for a while and concluded that his body was not fully put together, so he couldn't remember.
He looked at Lin Zhi with some curiosity, and was sure that Lin Zhi was just an ordinary person without any metaphysical abilities and could not see him, but he seemed to have concluded that he was right next to him, so he called out his name just now and was not surprised at all that he took action.
They must have had a very good relationship when he was alive, but he has completely forgotten it. If the young man knew, he would probably be very sad.
But why is he Lin Zhi’s third uncle?
He remembered that he had no relatives and no nephews. What's more, his last name was Lian and his wife's last name was Lin, which was really strange.
The joys and sorrows of humans and ghosts are not the same, and the two spirits were still talking about what had just happened.
"I'm glad you're okay. Anyway, our mission has come to an end this time. But Xiaoyang hasn't been found yet. I don't know where he went."
Missing children always make people think of some bad scenes, but this is a relatively closed village. Because of the high terrain, outsiders usually don’t come here, and human traffickers won’t kidnap children. This road is familiar to the villagers, and there are no large wild animals in the mountains. If it were an adult, there would be no need to worry too much about his safety, but that was just a three or four-year-old child.
Shuang Ling did not ask in detail about what happened around Lin Zhi. After all, it was about ghosts, and everyone had their own secrets. She would not ask unless Lin Zhi mentioned it.
"Did Uncle San find anything?"
Lin Zhi asked this question while looking at the black cat squatting on a branch and looking at him.
"No."
Shuang Ling shook her head. Black Cat did not meet Xiao Yang in the woods.
There was a look of discouragement on her face. It seemed that she had not been able to help much during this trip, which could be considered a failed field trip.
Lin Zhi: "I'll go back and settle down first, and we'll look for it together later."
After all, walking around at night holding a head is too visually terrifying.
Shuang Ling understood that after some events, she was not so timid anymore. But in the dense forest at night, her heart could not bear it when a beautiful woman with gorgeous appearance hugged a head that looked like living tissue and talked and laughed with her.
Even though she knew that the head belonged to her beloved company commander, the fact that there was no decay or corpse spots on it and it looked exactly the same as when he was alive still made her scalp tingle and she felt unconsciously afraid.
She seemed to be talking here, but in fact her soul had been gone for a while.
Shuang Ling warned: "I'll let Uncle San follow you, Brother Lin, please be careful."
"good."
Lin Zhi placed Lian Qing's head facing his chest and walked back holding it.
The flashlight in his hand was pointed at the ground, casting an uneven spot of light on the undulating mountain road.
The surroundings were not quiet, and there were still continuous shouting.
After walking for a while, Lin Zhi felt a little inconvenient, so he simply turned off the flashlight and put it in his pocket.
The arms that were holding up the head were replaced by two hands, which were clasped at the back of the man's head.
This action actually overlaps with certain other times, when he is in his lover's arms, he straightens his back and is naturally taller than the other person. He clasps the back of the person's head with both hands, letting him linger on the chest. Occasionally, his fingertips will sink into his lover's hair, leaving traces that will quickly disappear.
It’s a pity that the person is dead now, and his head will fall to the ground at any time without any support.
If you don't pay attention for a while, you will get yourself into such a mess.
All the people in the village were organized to search the mountain. Only some underage children were left at home. As it was dark, they did not dare to run around and stayed in the house waiting for news. Therefore, Lin Zhi's journey was particularly smooth.
He returned to the room where he was staying temporarily, locked the door and closed the windows so as not to scare anyone who was not aware of the situation.
Lin Zhi took out the tablet and incense sticks from her backpack and put Lian Qing's head aside.
After lighting the candles, he carefully looked at his beloved with her eyes closed.
Lian Qing's appearance was undoubtedly outstanding, with phoenix eyes and a high nose bridge, which showed a kind of gentle indifference.
It’s a pity that these eyes cannot be opened and the spirit in them cannot be seen.
Lin Zhi was lost in thought when he suddenly felt a shaking.
The violent shaking, like an earthquake, made him unable to stand steadily. He had to hold on to the table and staggered a little. When he felt stable, he saw the face of his lover who was close to him.
They were very close, no longer looking down from above as he had just done. Their noses touched, and he could see each other's long eyelashes. In the night and the dim light of the candles, the drooping shadows seemed peaceful and distant.
Based on common sense and 01's exclamation, Lin Zhi knew that the shaking he just felt was just an illusion, a common way ghosts use to interfere with the mind.
"You want me to kiss you?"
Lin Zhi's eyebrows were slightly raised, he bent over, his eyes that were usually smiling lowered, and his lips opened and closed as he spoke, as if he wanted to touch the lips of his dead lover.
However, it seemed so after all. Lin Zhi stood up straight. He had no sexual interest in dead people and did not have this special fetish.
However, he did not show such emotion on his face. Instead, he shook his head and laughed at his own wild imagination. He said:
"Maybe I misunderstood, maybe it really was an earthquake."
Lin Zhi was about to pick up the suitcase on the side, but he took a step back slightly.
It was not until he placed his palm on the altar that he felt something was wrong.
This kind of hallucination is sometimes too terrifying, making people mistake confusion for normality and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The chill was so real that it made Lin Zhi's face flush abnormally.
The young man leaned on the table, as if he was being suppressed by an invisible person. His lips seemed unable to close, and one could glimpse the red tongue entangled inside.
The houses in the mountain village have been built for some years and exude the unique smell of rotten and damp wood.
The melted incense and candles melted and solidified underneath, and the lights flickered in the wind.
The tablet of her late husband appeared dim and bright in the flickering light. Lin Zhi saw from the corner of her eye that Lian Qing's head shifted slightly, as if he would open his eyes at any time to gaze at the erotic scene, or in other words, he was always appreciating it.
A rapid knock on the door woke people from their trance.
Lin Zhi looked at the quilt under his command, wondering when he had laid down on the bed.
He raised his head to look at the desk; Lian Qing's head was still in the same direction as before, as if what he had just experienced was just an illusion.
Lin Zhi touched the slightly painful tip of his tongue, tidied up his messy hair, and got up from the bed.
The gap between humans and ghosts is sometimes so obvious that the coldness almost penetrated his throat during the kiss, making people shiver unconsciously.
"Brother Lin, excuse me, were you sleeping just now?"
Shuang Ling thought she had woken Lin Zhi up and quickly apologized.
"I was planning to go back and help find someone, but I just came back feeling a little tired so I just lay down."
Lin Zhi pressed his forehead. He didn't expect that he would faint.
"I came back to tell you the news. Xiaoyang was found not far from their burial site. Li Shuang discovered something unusual in the cave and found a dead zombie inside. When he was about to deal with it, he saw a corpse-bug that was about to bite someone. Fortunately, I helped him and successfully killed the bug."
Shuang Ling said with great joy that she felt her trip was not in vain.
"By the way, I've already told him that our mission is accomplished. Although he was a little surprised, he didn't say much and was busy checking their coffins. After all, that is their ancestral grave."
Lin Zhi nodded: "It's good as long as everything is handled. Why did Xiaoyang appear there?"
"He said someone called him to go there, and he somehow went up the mountain, and then walked farther and farther. When he was about to enter the cave, his grandmother suddenly appeared and scolded him. He was taken away by his grandmother, and then he fell asleep and was finally awakened by our voices."
Shuang Ling looked a little serious when he relayed Xiao Yang's words.
They all knew that Xiaoyang's grandmother had been gone for two days.
Lin Zhi thought of the rotten flesh around Lian Qing's head and the female zombie that suddenly resurrected after he took Lian Qing's head, and had a rough guess in his mind.
"Someone will come to take care of grandma's affairs. Brother Lin, let's pack up our things. We can go back tomorrow."
They had already planned beforehand that as long as they retrieved part of Lian Qing's body, they would put part of it in the department and then go to the next destination.
Lin Zhi responded and went back to her room to pack her things.
Shuangling also returned to his room, looked at his uncle who jumped in from the window, and fed him some snacks.
Black Cat jumped onto the chair and said to Shuang Ling: "That man is a little strange, and the aura he exudes feels very dangerous."
Shuang Ling asked in confusion: "Are you talking about Brother Lin? But Brother Lin seems to be a good person, and he is the lover of the team leader, so he is definitely not a bad person. He doesn't have yin and yang eyes, and he couldn't even see the little ghost before, so how could he be dangerous?"
"I can't really explain it. Ever since he found the head, I've been a little wary."
The black cat shook its head. It had no idea. It just vaguely felt a very terrifying and perhaps irresistible force in an instant. The feeling was fleeting and seemed like an illusion, but it relied on this intuition to avoid many dangers. It did not think it was wrong.
Shuang Ling knew that Third Uncle would never speak without a purpose. She suddenly realized that she seemed to have never considered the possibility that the team leader had become a ghost.
It takes an opportunity for a person to turn into a ghost. Without the interference of people or feng shui, ghosts will only remain in the world with strong obsession or resentment.
How could the company leader, who died heroically in the line of duty, have obsessions and resentments?
But when he thought of the young man next door, Shuang Ling felt a little uneasy again.
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