Chapter 289: The Widow of the Ghost Master
Lin Zhi opened the suitcase that he had not been able to open just now and spread it out on the ground.
The clothes he packed were very few, taking up only a quarter of the suitcase, with the rest of the space being taken up by a sandalwood box.
It was an empty box with some runes drawn on it, specifically designed to hold Lian Qing's limbs.
Although the evil ghost was killed by Lian Qing, his remaining flesh and blood seemed to still have a resentful power that could trigger corpse transformation or perhaps parasitism. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why Xiao Yang was bewitched and moved forward.
Lin Zhi placed Lian Qing's head in a box, and the slight clanging sound of the box closing indicated that it would not see the light of day for the time being.
The incense and candles were still burning, but they were not far from going out.
Lin Zhi dealt with the accumulated wax and heard the noise outside the door.
The low sobbing sound expressed sadness. Lin Zhi opened the door and saw Xiaoyang standing in the room being led by someone, staring blankly in the direction of his grandmother.
He was only three or four years old, with limited language ability. He spoke slurred and helplessly to the people around him about how his grandma had just come to see him.
Others said that grandma had left him, but he didn't believe it. Grandma was clearly sleeping there, and she had been sleeping there for a long time.
"How long will grandma sleep until she wakes up?"
Auntie said with pity in her eyes: "She will never wake up."
"How long is forever? Like my parents who come back once a year? Or is it longer than a year?"
The child's face showed confusion about death. He didn't understand that such a thing would definitely happen, nor did he understand what "forever" meant.
Lin Zhi listened to his childish words, and scenes from long ago seemed to appear in his mind.
Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed with tubes inserted into his body, and his skinny fingers like dead branches gently stroked his hair.
Lin Zhi could no longer remember what he was mumbling.
I only remember that my family members were looking at him from a few steps away. Perhaps they regarded that as some kind of power transfer ceremony.
My grandfather was undoubtedly a very determined and capable business talent, but maintaining a business is not necessarily easier than starting a business. The heirs of those capable emperors throughout history were not necessarily so successful. My grandfather was also aware of the mediocrity of his children, so when he discovered that he had talent, he brought him by his side to teach him and even wrote a book for him.
Although he has passed away, the influence of the patriarch remains.
The daughters-in-law selected by him were all submissive in nature. They believed in him and even followed him blindly, so much so that the burden of the family fell on him and resources were poured into him, but no one raised any objections openly.
The only aunt who was unwilling to stay and suffer did not take anything with her. She left her children and husband alone.
These scenes that exist deep in memory are already very distant things, but at that time Lin Zhi already understood the meaning of death.
Perhaps he was born cold-hearted, so he didn't feel too sad about his grandfather's departure.
Everyone is going to die, sooner or later.
But now he understands a little bit that sometimes it is hard to let go of some people's departure.
He seemed calm about Lian Qing's death, but it was just that he knew Lian Qing must be there.
Lin Zhi waved away those memories and stopped thinking about them.
Someone was already singing a song for the afterlife beside Grandma Li's bed. The sound of the bell mixed with the local dialect tune added a bit of sadness to the night.
Xiaoyang turned around and saw him, and hid timidly beside his aunt.
The white mist on the big brother's body had disappeared, replaced by a tall shadow with a blurry face, standing quietly behind him.
The shadow suddenly looked at him, which scared Xiaoyang.
Seeing that the child seemed a little afraid of him, Lin Zhi did not approach him, but went back to the room and closed the door.
He sent a message to Shuang Ling and bought a ticket to leave tomorrow.
The noise next door lasted for a long time. Sorting out the remains and collecting the body were time-consuming tasks.
Lin Zhi fell asleep unknowingly in the midst of this noise and movement, with a faint chill all over his body. He pulled the quilt up a little, but finding it was futile, he followed Lian Qing in.
Perhaps he was haunted by a ghost, or perhaps his past was reminded of him, Lin Zhi had a rare dream.
It was just that the dream was bizarre and strange. Apart from feeling a little dizzy after waking up, the few memories of the dream also disappeared as my mind became clearer.
The morning in the village was misty. When Li Shuang learned that they were leaving, he came to see them off.
The young man looked like he had not slept all night, with bloodshot eyes and a cigarette between his fingers. When he saw them coming out of the door, he hurriedly put out the cigarette.
On the way down the mountain, he talked about what happened last night.
"This is not only a strange incident in our village, but also related to the special containment object you are going to take away this time. I will write a report and send it to the system afterwards."
Shuang Ling nodded and said, "Okay, thank you for cooperating with us this time."
Li Shuang shook his head and said, "I didn't help much. At least the thing arrived on June 6th, and we just happened to offer sacrifices to the gods. Otherwise, Xiaoyang would have been in trouble."
Li Shuang summoned Grandma Li's soul yesterday. She could only say a few words, but a little connection was enough to deduce the truth.
"Grandma Li died of illness, not long after I discussed it with her. She was just worried about her grandson. Xiaoyang didn't notice that his grandmother had become cold and stiff, and was sleeping next to her as usual. Grandma Li was even more worried. She felt that Xiaoyang was in danger, so she went up the mountain with the help of the incense and stopped Xiaoyang who had been kidnapped into the cave."
Li Shuang said: "Perhaps it sensed your presence, so the strange creature in the cave wanted to escape immediately by using a living person's body."
Lin Zhi agreed with his guess, and his thoughts were similar.
Shuang Ling's expression changed slightly after hearing this, and he said, "This thing is not dead yet, I will report this matter to my superiors."
The peace that the team leader had to sacrifice himself to gain turned out to have hidden dangers. This is absolutely unacceptable.
The two spirits knew how ferocious the evil ghost was, but they didn't know the old ghost's real name, so they called it "聻".
When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, he becomes a demon. The opponent's strength is far beyond that of an ordinary evil spirit.
It had started causing chaos and wreaking havoc hundreds of years ago and was suppressed by the Metaphysics Family, but it escaped the suppression and carried out a massacre in retaliation before going into hiding. However, it caused chaos again a few decades later, organizing many ghosts to arrange large-scale sacrifices, intending to absorb the lives of everyone in the city, and was finally killed by Lian Qing.
All related events are compiled into a file called A019 Anjo Blood Sacrifice Case, which can only be viewed by those with high-level permissions.
The files have been sealed, but I didn't expect there would still be some mess.
Li Shuang vaguely knew what the core secret should be, but he did not ask any more questions. He just wanted to do his part within the system.
It was the same platform they came from. After walking through the special passage, Lin Zhi boarded the train carrying a backpack and a suitcase.
Different from the quietness of the night when we came here, this train has more people coming and going during the day.
The department could not clear the area like last time, and could only keep the carriage where Lin Zhi and Shuang Ling were quiet to prevent something unusual from happening and disturbing the peace of ordinary people.
Lin Zhi did not stuff the suitcase under the bed like he did last time. He stood it up and placed it under the table. He sat on the edge of the bed, chewing some not-so-delicious bread.
Shuangling was petting a cat, and with her free hand she was sending messages to Xu Xiaoyu on her cell phone.
Her fingers were very dexterous, or perhaps she was familiar enough with black cats.
The black cat's fur is shiny and smooth, and you can imagine how good it feels just by looking at it.
Lin Zhi thought of her cat, or to be more precise, a part of her lover.
He didn't have much experience in raising pets. The only time he had come into contact with a live cat was in Qi He's world. He brought a cat back to raise together, but he didn't stay there for long, so he didn't touch the cat for too long.
He touched the cat that Ting Yan transformed into, but it was an enlarged version of a monster, and was ultimately different from the little kitten in his arms.
He often lay on the big cat's back and bury himself in its fluffy fur.
The cat's tail is soft and strong, wet and prickly in some places, looking strange and ferocious.
Lin Zhi looked normal, but his thoughts were a little confused. He lowered his head and looked in the direction of the box in a daze.
There was no mirror here, so he naturally didn't notice that his eyes were filled with strange colors.
Desire endows the already outstanding face with even more extreme beauty, like a flower blooming wildly, emitting a rich sweet fragrance, and the air seems to be flowing with honey.
No one saw the wooden box sealed inside the chest, and the young man's eyes suddenly opened because of his lover's gaze.
The train and the rails suddenly made a sharp hissing sound as they rubbed against each other, which made the passengers in the carriage feel confused and uneasy.
Shuang Ling stopped what she was doing and looked out of the window. The train did not stop but continued to run. There was no unusual situation, which dispelled her doubts.
She muttered, "This track should be repaired. Is it a little worn out from being so old?"
Lin Zhi didn't respond. He felt a tingling sensation on his back.
An invisible chill penetrated his clothes and touched his back. He looked at the still bright sky outside, then at the two spirits and the black cat opposite him, and had a new assessment of Lian Qing's strength.
He wasn't sure if this was an illusion, but he had no interest in asking 01.
As if he was not satisfied that his gaze was elsewhere, Lin Zhi felt that the scene in front of him was a little blurry.
Shuang Ling saw that Lin Zhi's eyes were a little straight, and felt something strange in her heart. When she saw him put down the food in his hand, take off his shoes and get on the bed, the feeling that something was wrong in her heart became even stronger.
"Brother Lin, are you feeling uncomfortable? If you want to rest, I will help you close the curtains?"
Shuang Ling looked at the sunlight outside, and his pounding heart calmed down.
It might be haunted late at night. The Yang energy is strong at noon, and with so many people gathered here, even a powerful ghost would be seriously injured, let alone harming people.
The young man responded vaguely and turned sideways to sleep with his back to her.
Shuang Ling glanced down at the black cat, and seeing it sleeping lazily, he couldn't help but yawn.
Maybe it was because her work made her habitually tense, or maybe Brother Lin didn’t sleep well last night and was catching up on her sleep now.
Thinking of this, Shuang Ling took out headphones from her bag and put them on.
The curtains were drawn and the carriage was plunged into darkness.
When Lin Zhi's vision gradually became clear, what he saw was the wall of the bed.
The train was air-conditioned with plenty of cooling power, and even though he was covered with a quilt, his body was still surrounded by coldness under his long sleeves.
Lin Zhi felt that Lian Qing was a bit bold, but then he thought that ghosts have different thoughts from humans. When people die and become ignorant, they are not bound by any moral constraints. Besides, other people cannot see this invisible existence.
This was different from the coldness of Tingyan's skin when he was sick. It was much more subtle and profound, like an old house that had not been lived in for a long time. When you walked in from a sunny day, the chill that came over you seemed to penetrate into your bones strangely.
Lin Zhi's lips were forced to remain open, and he could only see emptiness with his eyes open, so he simply closed his eyes.
The coldness wetted the lips, leaving behind a slight sound of swaying water, which sometimes appeared and sometimes disappeared amidst the regular sound of the train.
Lin Zhi didn't think too deeply about whether Lian Qing would find his sudden appearance strange. Regardless of whether Lian Qing had any memories of his previous life, he didn't reject it. He was even very happy. He even skipped the step of negotiating with strangers.
Forced to swallow some cold air, Lin Zhi bit his fingertips to avoid letting the people traveling with him notice anything.
It was so spooky that it made my stomach feel cold.
Soon, the coldness that was so close to his skin made Lin Zhi unable to tell whether the coldness came from inside or outside.
Because of the short rest time and the changes in the situation, Lin Zhi was unable to take a shower last night. However, yesterday's clothes were wrinkled when he slept, so he still changed into a new set of clothes.
Long sleeves and loose sweatpants, the fabric is softer and easier to do with.
Lin Zhi's soft eyes were half-closed, appearing somewhat affectionate and gentle.
Hidden in a corner of the narrow bed, it is like a flower that is admired alone.
Covered by the quilt, the slight amount of clothing that was lifted up did not arouse suspicion.
Lin Zhi briefly thought about whether he should change direction and turn sideways, but then he decided not to do it. He didn't want to continue pretending when he should be enjoying the moment.
This matter was thrown behind my mind. The cold feeling surrounding my body was strange, like the fine pleasure of needles, which was counterintuitive and shuddering.
The Bodhi bracelet was wrapped around the slender white wrist and was gently pressed, leaving a light mark.
Ghosts have a terrifying obsession with possessions. The coolness spread across my wrist, and the traces left by the beads disappeared.
It should be an object to ward off evil spirits, but because it is permeated with the familiar aura of its owner who has been around for too long, it is exceptionally peaceful and docile.
Lin Zhi vaguely felt a coolness on his neck, as if someone was kissing him from behind.
Lian Qing's severed fingers are slender, and the overall appearance of the palm can be inferred from the small details.
The joints were distinct, and the movements were slow and gradual, in keeping with the owner's temperament when he was alive, yet with a touch of ghostly ferocity, directness and decisiveness, with an icy extension that could devour people.
Just like an imaginary invisible lover, the extraordinary madness makes people's thoughts a little excited. Lin Zhilian's eyes are curved, and she is very satisfied with this entanglement which is terrifying to ordinary people.
The souls of the dead wandering in the world of the living may not have the chance to meet their closest and most beloved ones, but they can still depict them in their hearts through their senses and know how deep they have sunk.
The hot air exhaled dissipated in the narrow bed, making the beautiful face even more seductive.
Shuang Ling finished watching an episode of a TV series, got out of bed and moved around for a while, then saw Lin Zhi still sleeping soundly on her side, so she looked away.
Lin Zhi didn't notice Shuang Ling's gaze, but he clearly heard Shuang Ling humming along with the TV drama's theme song, which made him feel his consciousness was split.
He knew that crossing the line was dangerous, but he still did it. He was confident that he could control the situation, but in a space that was not unique to him, the presence of outsiders was too obvious, making people unconsciously tense.
Human nature seems to be so strange that the more it is suppressed, the more it grows.
The slow rubbing makes the dominated body become unfamiliar.
Lovers with different personalities and soul fragments will have different expressions of the same aspect, which is one way to understand them.
Lian Qing is definitely not a hot-tempered person who is quick and decisive, but he is somewhat different from the lukewarm type, with a unique kind of laziness.
He clearly touched it, but he would move away a little intentionally or unintentionally, bumping around left and right, ignoring the important parts.
Only when he feels it is almost ready will he act quickly and accurately.
In a trance, Lian Qing's face seemed to appear in front of Lin Zhi's eyes. His closed auspicious phoenix eyes opened, revealing a cold and almost Zen-like indifference.
But the deeper you look, the more you can detect an inhuman feeling, the peace and lust cultivated in the temple are intertwined, and in the blink of an eye, the ghostly aura of the netherworld is revealed.
In a daze, he seemed to be holding his lover's head and clinging deeply to her. The mental illusion that appeared in his mind made it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Reason lurks in a corner and watches coldly, seeing that the master is clearly sober but willing to indulge.
Lin Zhi didn't care that the closeness would make people feel crazy and abnormal if it was told out loud. He knew what was true and what was false to him.
Lian Qing is real, and this world is fake.
It's just a little game in love, so don't reject it or be afraid of it.
The corners of Lin Zhi's eyes were red, as if the blue petals were artificially given a touch of eroticism.
The ghost stared at it intently, with a satisfied smile on his face.
The train was vibrating, so the tiny tremors under the quilt seemed insignificant.
Lin Zhi lowered his head slightly, his quilt was covered tightly, covering the back of his neck.
cold.
It was as if the exhaled air would condense into frost in the air, and everything was frozen and slowed down.
A ghost's body does not have human body temperature, but it can bring extreme heat, with cold and heat alternating and surging under the thin and tight skin.
The regularly running train gradually slowed down, and a female voice sounded on the radio, reminding that it was about to arrive at the next stop.
The green trains that are gradually being phased out also have a speed and power that are difficult for humans to achieve. The steel behemoths that crawl across the vast landscape come and go, swallowing up the time of countless people.
Lin Zhi's hands clenched the corner of the quilt, and his slightly unfocused eyes revealed a bit of imprisoned insolence.
The cold and wet feeling was not pleasant. Lin Zhi reached her hand out from under the quilt and fumbled in her bag, pulling out a tissue to wipe the mess.
Lian Qing greedily took in the beauty of his lover in her full bloom, and even felt a little regretful about his own death.
But it doesn’t matter, he will accompany Lin Zhi in another form.
Lin Zhi supported himself on the bed with his arms and sat up, then opened the bottle of mineral water and took a few sips.
Shuang Ling saw him wake up out of the corner of his eye and turned to signal him.
But he saw that the bottle of mineral water that was not tightened was placed on the edge of the small table. The next moment, Lin Zhi turned around and took something out of her bag.
"Your water!"
The two spirits shouted hurriedly, but it was a little too late.
The mineral water that was touched by the elbow spilled onto the table, and the untightened lid loosened and fell off, spilling the water out.
"It's okay, just wipe it off."
Lin Zhi picked up the water bottle from the table, wiped the water stains on the table and the edge with tissue paper, and then wiped his wet pants.
Lin Zhi sighed: "It's a bit too wet, I'll go change my clothes."
He bent down and took out the suitcase, then turned his back to Shuang Ling to get the clothes.
Shuang Ling nodded blankly, looked at the young man's back as he walked out, and touched the cat absentmindedly.
It's strange, why does Brother Lin suddenly have a special charm after waking up from a sleep? Shuang Ling can't describe it, I just feel it's very beautiful and makes people feel very moved.
That is an impulse of appreciation that has nothing to do with love; it is human nature to pursue beauty.
It's like seeing beautiful flowers that are moist after a spring rain.
Shuangling happily continued watching the TV series, and her mood became better when she appreciated the beauty.
No one got off this carriage, and the aisle was particularly empty when the train made a brief stop at the platform.
Lin Zhi walked calmly to the bathroom, simply wiped the table, put her clothes on it and started to change.
The marks on sweatpants are mostly caused by mineral water, and the causes of dirtiness on underwear are more complicated.
Lin Zhi wiped it with a wet wipe and probed with his fingers, but there was nothing there as he thought.
Come to think of it, ghosts are conscious energy bodies, and those things that flow are just illusions that do not exist in reality and are caused by them.
But the clothes were indeed not clean, and he had his own reasons.
Lin Zhi folded the clothes she had taken off, put them in a small bag when she returned to the carriage, and placed them in the inner layer of the suitcase for separation.
Although Lian Qing might not mind direct contact, let alone through a box, he still had some space in his box so it wouldn't come to that.
After putting the unfinished food in the garbage bag, Lin Zhi felt a little sleepy.
I didn't sleep well last night, and I didn't get much rest just now.
He lay flat on the bed with his cell phone in his hand, fiddling with his bracelet for a while, but couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep again, until he was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone.
"Master, are you free these two days?"
As soon as Lin Zhi heard the voice, he remembered the returning customer with a crew cut.
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