Chapter 292: The Widow of the Ghost Master
It was late at night, with thick fog, moving cars and passengers who shouldn't be there.
As often seen in horror movies and folk tales, the protagonists' experiences are mostly not pleasant.
If he couldn't get out of this haunted place, then driving would be in vain. Lin Zhi simply stopped the car on the spot but did not turn off the engine.
Someone seemed to be whispering something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
Human beings are the most intelligent creatures in the world, and words contain power. It is very difficult for ghosts to communicate directly with people who have no spiritual experience and cannot use the medium of writing.
A chill crept up from his hands. Lin Zhi clenched his hands loosely, and fell into a rare state of thought.
It is true that he and his lover have a certain tacit understanding, but the current situation has gone beyond this scope.
The coldness kept rubbing against the neck and then gradually moved downwards.
Lin Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and used his fingers to adjust the chair to a suitable position. It didn't fall down completely, but it made the driving space suitable.
The chill lingering in his chest paused for a moment for some reason, then continued to spread.
Lian Qing felt a little disappointed when he saw Lin Zhi's fingers and neck without any accessories, but when he saw that Lin Zhi was waiting for him, he temporarily put those emotions behind him.
The car, with the engine still on and the lights on, was parked quietly by the side of the road. The black anti-peep film blocked the view from the outside world, and only the silvery white moonlight fell through the windshield unimpeded, illuminating the beauty's finger bones.
One by one, the buttons were unbuttoned.
The black shirt and the color of the fingertips complement each other, revealing the soft snow dotted with red beads.
The waist was slightly suspended in the air, and a chill passed through the abdomen like a soft knife, bringing a strange tide of emotion.
The metal buttons collided with each other, melting the moonlight and making it moist, sticky and soft.
It's not that there are no street lights on this road. They are lit diligently, but people with their eyes blinded by ghosts can't see them.
In the eyes of ordinary people who have not fallen into the evil and strange world, this road is no different from usual.
For an ordinary person in this city who commutes this road countless times every year, the car that is not turned off on the side of the road is a rather strange sight, an abrupt outlier in the night.
Some people don't care and just keep speeding by as usual.
Some people slowed down, as if they were hesitating whether to get out of the car and knock on the window to ask, but in the end, caution prevailed and they left immediately when they were about to get close.
So no one knew that in a corner of the city, in the car they passed by, someone was celebrating with his dead lover.
The slight sound was the sound of nails scratching against soft leather.
The engine of the car that was not turned off continued to run and was still vibrating.
Lin Zhi saw his own face in the rearview mirror, his cheeks were rosy and his eyes were a little dazed.
There was no one else in there but him.
But he felt it clearly, extremely clearly.
This seems to be a clash of feelings and touch, a violent pull that arouses people's fear and desire.
They seem to be contradictory, yet they seem to complement each other.
Lin Zhi bit her fingertips, stared into the mirror, and curled the corners of her lips.
It's very late at night.
Even the moonlight was blocked by the clouds, the figures were vague, and only some thin halos were revealed.
Lin Zhi lay lazily for a while before adjusting the seat, fastening the seat belt, and stepping on the accelerator to go home.
It was bound to be a mess, but there was probably no one from the parking lot to his home, so no one would care about his slightly wet clothes.
There was something wrong with the car, as there were some marks left by him on it.
Ghosts have no substance, and those tide-like existences he felt were nothing more than illusory fillings when feelings piled up, leaving only some traces of varying depths like those caused by clouds being torn apart and melted.
Lin Zhi leaned his arm on the car door and suddenly asked, "Can you clean it up?"
He thought about it, smiled and shook his head, then bent down to get the wet wipes.
Ghosts are different from demons. They can deceive people’s spiritual perception. For example, they can make everyone ignore the stains on the cushion, but they can’t change the objective fact that the stains exist.
Lin Zhi was wiping the marks on the seat when she suddenly heard 01's voice.
01: [Host, wake up! 】
Lin Zhi looked up in confusion, only to find that the wet wipes in her hand had disappeared at some point. The car mat had been wiped clean, and the used wet wipes and paper towels were folded and placed aside.
He raised his eyebrows slightly in thought. Without him asking, 01 had already told him everything that had just happened.
[Host, you were wiping the chair just now, and you put the wet wipes down for some reason. You stared blankly, and then the wet wipes started moving on their own. After wiping the chair twice, you wiped it twice with a paper towel. 】
01 of course knew who did it, and once again performed the "He really did it, I'm crying to death" scene for his master.
[The owner wiped it quite clean.] 】
There was no hiding the pride in 01's voice, and he actively took credit for his master.
Lin Zhi was amused by 01's description, thinking that his previous description of the ghost was not complete enough.
In most cases, ghosts really have no way to affect the objective material world, but when their resentment is too heavy or their obsession is too deep, they can naturally move objects.
For example, shaky billboards, flower pots that suddenly fell, loose manhole covers, and wet wipes that moved on their own.
How cute.
Lin Zhi walked forward, turning the car key gently with his fingers. The elevator car clearly reflected his still flushed eyes and a smile on his face, making him look particularly charming.
After returning home, Lin Zhi lit incense for her late husband's tablet as usual and took a bath in the bathtub.
The warm water soaked my whole body, and the heat made me more sleepy.
The cold air flow, the blurred perception, in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, it seemed as if someone was standing beside him.
Lin Zhi's eyelashes trembled up and down, her eyes were half-closed, her skin was dyed light pink, and her lips were soaked in water, making them look even redder.
Lin Zhi's thoughts were a little slow in her sleepiness. She wondered with some confusion, "Wasn't Lian Qing lying in the coffin? How did his head end up here?"
He raised his hand to touch it, ready to touch nothing, but he touched cold, soft skin instead. The eyes of his dead lover were dark, staring at him intently, as if he wanted to tell him something.
The body beneath his head was not empty, it looked intact, but that was just an appearance.
The form of a ghost after death is mostly related to how he died. They can disguise themselves decently as humans, but the human form will always have flaws due to the way he died.
There was an obvious circle of red marks where Lian Qing's neck connected to his torso, as if it was sewn together with invisible thread.
Lin Zhi's hand slid down, touched his Adam's apple, and continued to move down, touching the wound above his collarbone below his Adam's apple.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice was very low, and it felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat.
Lian Qing was stunned and shook his head.
His indifferent expression seemed to have softened, but his eyes were still cold, stiff and lifeless, and his skin looked pale and bluish under the light.
Lin Zhi's palm gently touched his skin that had lost its elasticity, as if she was unaware of his abnormality, or simply didn't care at all.
He wanted to say something, but he felt the water beneath him seemed to turn into a whirlpool, with a suction force that pulled him down, causing him to sit up suddenly.
The light bulb in the bathroom, which had been repaired last time, was working fine and illuminated the room brightly.
Lin Zhi held onto the edge of the bathtub and sat firmly, wiping the water droplets off her face.
Lin Zhi wiped his body and walked out of the bathroom. Because his head was still a little dizzy, he couldn't help but press his solar plexus.
Human dreams have a certain meaning, especially when they are haunted.
But what did Lian Qing want to say to him?
He seems to be holding his ring finger, does this have any special meaning?
Is there something unusual about the severed finger that Lian Qing left behind?
Lin Zhi thought of several possibilities and checked the severed finger in the box. It was normal and nothing unusual had happened.
When a person dies, it is like a light going out, and communication becomes really difficult.
Lin Zhi looked at Lian Qing's portrait for a while, but still had no clue.
"What on earth do you want to tell me?"
Lin Zhi pursed her lips lightly, closed the box containing the severed finger, and put the matter aside for the time being.
We will figure it out later. After Lian Qing swallowed Hong Yansha's evil spirit, although he cannot condense a body, he can at least enter his dreams. As he finds more and more of his bodies and swallows more and more power, they will be able to communicate.
Lin Zhi walked into the bedroom, yawned with her hands covering her lips, and turned off the light.
Lin Zhi slept very deeply and didn't wake up until one or two in the afternoon.
He opened the app and ordered takeout, and while waiting, he simply washed up and changed his clothes.
My body feels a little sore, maybe because I slept too much.
The delivery time for the takeaway was not very long, and the doorbell rang after more than 20 minutes.
The delivery guy handed the food over, and after the door closed, he couldn't help shivering. He rubbed his hands and pressed the elevator button.
Although it was hot in the summer, it was not that hot. The family's air conditioner was turned on too low. He could feel the cold air outside the door and was shivering with cold.
Lin Zhi, who was indoors, did not feel the abnormal temperature and opened the take-away box to eat.
His appetite was not very good and he wanted to eat something lighter, so he ordered seafood porridge from a private restaurant with high reviews. The restaurant cooked it in a clay pot and it tasted pretty good.
Not long after finishing his meal, Lin Zhi felt drowsy again.
He took two steps towards the bedroom and suddenly stopped.
Obviously, something is not right.
It's not the lack of sleep that's the problem, it's his energy.
When he realized that he got tired easily, he also felt the heaviness in his body.
Lin Zhi touched the Bodhi beads in her hand, her eyelashes drooping.
If people live in a place with bad feng shui, their physical and mental health will deteriorate.
The feng shui of this house is of course excellent, and with a highly talented master guarding it, it is even more peaceful.
But with the death of the owner of the house, his coffin was placed in the place where he lived the longest during his lifetime, and this place became an out-and-out tomb.
He slept closest to Lian Qing, so naturally he would be affected.
But he knew that this was not the reason why his condition deteriorated. The more important reason was that Lian Qing had been following him.
They kissed and made love. Even if Lian Qing was not an evil ghost, he was at least a big ghost. The countless evil spirits had already permeated his whole body inside and out.
As an ordinary person, it is normal for him to be physically weak, even if Lian Qing does not want to hurt him.
[01. What would happen if my body died? 】
01 didn't know why the host asked this, and said in shock: [It will restart, and all your data will be cleared, which means your memory will be lost, and you will return to the time before you met me. 】
[What's more important is that this world is very abnormal right now. What will the world become like if you die? Will my program crash? Will the three of us be able to wake up again? These are all unknown. 】
The consequences were more serious than Lin Zhi had imagined. He didn't like losing his memory, and he didn't like failing at the last moment when he was sure of winning.
【Host! Don't die! Woo woo woo woo! How will we, an orphan and a widow, survive if you die? 】
【ah! The master died long ago! How can I survive if I am left alone? 】
[Oh, I can’t seem to escape! ah! No! 】
01's crying was deafening, making Lin Zhi feel as if he was already dead and 01 was crying while holding an electronic coffin.
Lin Zhi pinched her brows and said: [I'm not dead yet, stop crying. 】
01 obediently shut up and sobbed: [Yeah! 】
Lin Zhi thought calmly and had to come up with a solution.
If he wanted to find a way to improve the current situation, he could not go through the Special Department. He was not trying to exorcise ghosts. If the people in the Special Department knew that he had no skills and wanted to stay with ghosts, they would definitely stop him.
In this situation, no matter from which aspect, he can't leave Lian Qing by his side.
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