Chapter 171 Jinjiang
Director Zhang Wubing huddled tremblingly behind a cupboard, a ray of light coming through the crack in the door casting a light on his face.
He listened to the "shallah...shallah" sounds coming from outside and the sound of something being dragged on the ground, and felt like he was about to faint.
He clearly remembered that he was filming a show, and the driver suddenly braked to avoid the person in front, causing a car accident.
Just before Zhang Wubing closed his eyes, his mind was still frantically thinking of countermeasures, trying to confirm whether others were safe.
This thought kept following him, making him feel uneasy even when he was unconscious and causing him to have bizarre dreams.
At that time, director Zhang Wubing clearly knew that it was a dream.
He could hear his own heartbeat and breathing, but he could not feel his own body temperature. He even tried to feel his pulse, but it was quiet, without the beating of a living being.
It was as if he was trapped inside a corpse.
Zhang Wubing looked around blankly and found that he was in a gloomy and dark place, with blood and flesh all around.
He could even see a long tongue hanging next to him.
From the red to black soil under his feet, branches broke out of the ground and grew in a winding way, like a person stretching his limbs.
And on those human-shaped trees, human organs and pieces of meat were hung everywhere.
Zhang Wubing subconsciously took two steps back in fear, but he heard a "bang!" and he stepped on something soft, which seemed to have burst under his feet.
His face turned green.
When he mustered up his courage and looked down at his feet with trembling hands, he saw something that looked like a lung lobe, which had been crushed to pieces by him, and his heel was covered with minced meat.
The smell of blood went straight to the top of my head.
Zhang Wubing felt his stomach churning and an impulse pushing up his throat.
He quickly covered his mouth, trying his best to stop the urge to vomit, but still made a slight "ugh" sound.
The human-shaped tree next to it shook.
The dry branches made a slight shaking sound, and then a pair of eyes slowly opened on those branches.
First one pair, then two pairs, three pairs...
Densely packed eyes were scattered on the branches of the human-shaped tree. Those eyeballs turned, and then following the subtle sound, they looked in the direction of Zhang Wubing.
At that moment, in the darkness and blood, thousands of eyes stared silently and intently at Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing blinked his eyes, which were misty from trying to stop vomiting, and finally saw the scene around him clearly through his blurred vision.
He gasped, a chill slowly climbing up his spine until his entire brain was buzzing and numb.
Those eyes didn't look like the eyes of a living person.
Empty, turbid, and lightless.
Some of the eyes have even rotted away, with blood and pus solidified on the eyeballs. The eyeballs appear deadly with the mixture of yellow and red, making the person being stared at feel like he is being stared at by a ghost.
And now, millions of dead souls are looking at Zhang Wubing silently.
The only living soul in this darkness.
Under such circumstances, Zhang Wubing felt his calves becoming weak and he was shaking so much that he could hardly stand.
Tears were almost bursting from his eyes, and Zhang Wubing really wanted to hug Yan Shixun's thighs for help as he usually did.
But he had just looked and he was the only one here.
Whether it is Yan Shixun, Jing Xiaobao, or the other guests, none of them are here.
This is a dream that belongs to him alone, and no one will come to save him except him.
After realizing this, a trace of despair arose in Zhang Wubing's heart.
He even gave up on himself and thought that it was just a dream, so the worst that could happen was that he would be eaten by these monsters. He should quickly free himself and escape from here, and everything would be back to normal when he woke up.
However, when those human-shaped trees swayed their roots out of the ground and walked towards Zhang Wubing from all directions, Zhang Wubing still took his first step honestly, with his body moving ahead of his brain.
Zhang Wubing's eyes were wide open, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he was crying wildly in the bloody wind.
He was wrong, he didn’t want to die!!!
Even if it was a dream, it wouldn’t work. What if there was something weird about the dream and he died in the dream and his body turned into a vegetable?
It’s not like I haven’t heard Brother Yan talk about this kind of thing before!
Especially something so horrible and disgusting...
Whenever Zhang Wubing thought about what he had just seen, he felt his whole body trembling.
——The roots of the human-shaped tree are actually skulls.
On the dry thigh bone, there were withered skulls like tumors, which had long been infiltrated by blood and turned ugly black and red. In the deeper eye sockets, some accumulated blood flowed out the moment it was pulled out of the soil.
It was so terrifying that Zhang Wubing's hair stood on end.
However, even though Zhang Wubing wanted to escape from this space, those human-shaped trees repeatedly blocked his way, forcing him to slow down his pace and constantly change direction to avoid colliding with those strange trees.
Even so, many intestines or other internal organs hanging on the branches were thrown onto Zhang Wubing's body when he was dodging in a panic, leaving a large pool of blood, making him look extremely miserable.
Moreover, Zhang Wubing could not control his own body.
It was a dead body - he didn't know whose body it was, but the muscles were stiff, the blood had stopped flowing, and even the pulse had disappeared.
The corpse's limbs were stiff and clumsy, and if the force was even greater, Zhang Wubing could hear the sound of torn ligaments.
Even though he tried his best to tame his limbs, his legs still ran separately and his arms often rose up inexplicably, trying to touch his eyes, often blocking Zhang Wubing's vision.
This left him confused and he failed to see the road ahead several times, almost bumping into the human-shaped tree that was rushing towards him.
After barely avoiding the attack, Zhang Wubing was covered in blood and before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he had already started the next round of escape.
If other people saw Zhang Wubing now, they would definitely think he looked as funny as a duck, and some might even laugh at him for taming wild limbs.
However, Zhang Wubing had no time to care about those things.
He ran so hard that his vision went black. The muscles in his lungs, which had lost their ability to contract, were torn apart, and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.
The joints of his legs felt like they were being rubbed repeatedly with a blunt knife, and the intense pain quickly drained Zhang Wubing's strength.
But what was worse was that Zhang Wubing watched helplessly as pieces of flesh began to fall from his legs!
It was as if those pieces of flesh had been cut off long ago, and the body was still intact at the beginning only because someone sewed those pieces of flesh and internal organs together.
Like a rag doll that has been torn into pieces and sewn back together.
It looks intact on the surface, but in fact it is already full of holes and in tatters.
Finally, Zhang Wubing heard a clear "click!"
He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that his knee was broken, piercing through the flesh and blood.
The next moment, the field of vision suddenly dropped.
"Bang!"
After feeling weightlessness, Zhang Wubing fell heavily to the ground.
The blood in the soil stained his face and filled his nose with a nauseating fishy smell.
Zhang Wubing, who was seeing stars after falling, lay on the ground for a long time before he got up tremblingly.
The bones in both legs were broken, and his flesh, blood, and tendons could not support him to continue running.
Zhang Wubing took a breath and saw a blood-red scene in front of his eyes.
He subconsciously reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but when his vision returned to normal and his hand passed before his eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
...This is not his hand. There is a plain ring on the bony white knuckles.
And what was wiped from the corner of his eye on the back of his hand were not the tears he thought they were.
But, blood.
Zhang Wubing was stunned for a long time. His brain, which was already unclear due to being in a dream, almost crashed due to the fear of being hunted and ignorance of his situation.
It was the slight sound coming from the side that brought Zhang Wubing back to consciousness.
He shuddered, and quickly used his hands and feet to turn himself over from the awkward position of falling face down on the ground, trying to get a clear look at the human-shaped tree chasing him from behind.
But after seeing this, Zhang Wubing almost suffocated.
Those human-shaped trees surrounded him, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked down at him.
He nearly choked himself to death as he couldn't catch his breath.
The instinct for survival made him desperately mobilize his limbs and crawl forward on the ground with difficulty. Even though he knew that the hope was slim, he still wanted to escape from here.
However, a bloodstained skull blocked Zhang Wubing's sight.
He froze completely.
When he slowly raised his eyes and looked upwards, he saw, as expected, a human-shaped tree blocking his way.
And because he stopped, the other human-shaped trees also slowly surrounded him, as if they were surrounding him.
Zhang Wubing couldn't help but let out a slight whimper.
He thought, it would be better to let him pass out... It's better than facing this kind of thing!!!
Zhang Wubing even thought about how he would die.
He thought desperately in his heart, hoping that this was just a simple nightmare, otherwise when Brother Yan finds him, he might only be left with a small plant disease, wuwuwu...
The human-shaped trees around him slowly bent their branches, and the branches quickly intertwined, as if they were weaving a cage to trap Zhang Wubing inside.
From then on, he could only be trapped in the trees, staring at the world of the living with coldness and despair with his bones devoid of flesh and blood.
Then as time goes by, resentment and jealousy slowly accumulate in the heart, gradually fermenting and rotting.
He would think, why me, why must I be trapped here forever, watching those living people die while I myself am trapped in a cage and unable to be reborn.
He would think, I want to leave here, even if it costs the lives of other living people. I want to find someone to replace me and replace myself.
At that moment, he completely rotted and could never leave here again.
Coexist with evil spirits and hell.
Zhang Wubing's heart turned cold and blood rolled down from his eyes. He kept repeating Yan Shixun's name in his mind, trying to drive away these evil creatures.
Perhaps his voice reached the ears of some being, and what he prayed for finally came true.
Zhang Wubing only heard a loud "boom!" and then he found that the human-shaped tree in front of him had stopped moving.
Even the cage of branches that was gradually weaving itself above his head stopped spreading.
It was as if the entire space stood still for a moment.
Then in the next second, the sounds of "crack!" and "crack!" were heard.
The branch cage, which was almost completed, was torn into pieces right in front of Zhang Wubing.
There was light shining through overhead again.
And those human-shaped trees fell backwards with a loud bang.
Even though he was still in endless darkness, Zhang Wubing still felt the relaxation coming from his soul, a feeling of freedom.
He felt his eyeballs were sore and he almost wanted to cry.
But Yan Shixun was not there.
Zhang Wubing knew that even if he cried miserably, no one would impatiently and tolerantly pull him up and protect him.
So he sniffed and tried to get up from the ground tremblingly.
But as soon as he raised his head and looked forward, he was suddenly stunned.
——He saw a figure standing quietly in front of him.
The young man had a handsome and youthful appearance, and also had a calm and bookish air.
The smooth hair was scattered down, with a few messy strands of hair around the hair whorls, looking soft and lively, which was out of place in this dark and bloody scene.
The young man looked at Zhang Wubing quietly with a gentle expression, but he had no intention of stepping forward to help.
Zhang Wubing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he had an idea and remembered why the young man looked familiar to him.
——It was because this person suddenly appeared in front of the car that their car had a car accident!
Zhang Wubing suddenly became angry and wanted to ask this person why he did this.
But he knows his own limitations and is not like his brother Yan who has the confidence to do anything.
This person looked so strange, and the fact that the human-shaped trees fell down just now might have something to do with this young man. If he suddenly asked a question and angered the young man, what if the young man wanted to do something to him? He had no power to protect himself.
Thinking of this, the impulse that Zhang Wubing had just felt immediately dissipated.
"you……"
Zhang Wubing hesitated for several seconds before he weakly asked the young man, "Why did you stop our car?"
As soon as he said this, Zhang Wubing regretted it.
He felt that this young man did not look like he would answer his questions at all. What if his words angered the other party?
Zhang Wubing quickly tried to make amends: "I was just asking casually, you..."
"There is no road ahead."
But to Zhang Wubing's surprise, the young man actually answered him.
The young man's voice was clear and clean, clearing away the stench in the darkness.
Like a pure idealist who still has a firm goal in his heart, he has not let the secular world wear away his persistence.
But I have already seen the evil nature of human nature.
Zhang Wubing was stunned for a while. He couldn't figure out what the young man meant for a long time and was full of questions.
The young man stretched out his long legs and slowly walked towards Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing was terribly frightened by what had just happened. Even though the young man looked relatively normal and much better looking than the human-shaped tree, he was still frightened and subconsciously crawled backwards.
Now, apart from Yan Shixun, there is no one he can trust.
But as Zhang Wubing moved, a lot of flesh was peeled off from his legs and fell to the ground.
First the skin, then the muscles, the internal organs...
It was like following the stitching on a rag doll and tearing the body, which had been barely pieced together, into pieces again.
Zhang Wubing was so frightened by the strange condition of his body that he trembled all over.
Even though he knew clearly that this body was not his own, the feeling of watching his flesh and blood being torn away from him was nothing short of a torturous psychological torture.
Is there anything more terrifying than watching yourself die in excruciating pain?
The young man stopped beside Zhang Wubing, slowly bent down, and stretched out his white hand towards Zhang Wubing.
He did not show any aggression, but instead acted like a mild-tempered scholar. When he saw someone in need of help, he was happy to lend a hand and provide some assistance.
He looked like he wanted to grab Zhang Wubing and let him use the force to get up.
“That road has no way forward.”
The young man lowered his long eyelashes, his eyes calm and still: "If we move forward, we will only die."
Zhang Wubing raised his head and stared at the young man blankly. He was bewitched by the gentleness he showed and suddenly felt in his heart that "it seems that this person can be trusted."
He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to hold the young man's outstretched hand.
But just as the two hands were about to hold each other, Zhang Wubing froze.
He noticed that the young man's palms were white and clean, and he wore a plain ring on his fingers.
...It was exactly the same as what he saw in his own hand.
Zhang Wubing's heartbeat soared and he felt the blood rushing straight to his brain.
"You, you, I..." Zhang Wubing stuttered, but didn't know how to organize his words to ask.
The young man saw his confusion and took the initiative to say: "Sorry, I can't do more."
"I myself am trapped here by those ghosts."
The young man's gentle and handsome face was filled with apology: "If I stop you, you will be in danger. But if I don't stop you, you will die."
If you postpone death, there is always a glimmer of hope.
What confused the young man was that the person in front of him was, for some reason, different from the others who had strayed into the ghostly path.
The rest of the people were trapped in the dark road, and there were two people who looked like both human and ghost, who inexplicably followed him to the place where souls belonged.
Only the one in front of him was falling straight into the abyss and landing in the hell of evil spirits.
The young man had no choice but to follow.
"It seems to scare you." The young man grabbed Zhang Wubing's hand and pulled him up from the ground.
The young man pursed his lips and said, "This body is mine."
Zhang Wubing was stunned.
But at the moment when their hands were clasped, Zhang Wubing felt a repulsive force that bounced him out of his body, and his soul, like a kite, flew away into the distance following the wind.
The young man stood there, maintaining the same posture.
The flesh began to fall off his body.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the originally gentle and handsome young man had turned into a bloody skeleton with all his flesh and facial features cut off.
The bloody skull raised its head, quietly in the darkness, and looked at Zhang Wubing.
And those human-shaped trees seemed to be unaware of pain and would not die. The branches that had been chopped and fell to the ground gathered together again and turned into the shape of trees. Then they shook the branches that were full of internal organs and skulls and walked towards the bloody skull again.
From all directions, the bloody skull was surrounded like a wall.
Zhang Wubing felt that a scream was stuck in his throat.
The bloody skull's jaws opened and closed, as if saying: I'm sorry.
Sorry, I have my own selfish desires. I have places I want to go back to, and people I can't let go of no matter what.
So…even though I knew that returning to him would endanger others, I couldn’t care less.
The only thing I can do for you is to fight for your chance of survival.
As for what happens next, whether I live or die... I'm sorry.
I love him.
I want to look at him again.
Even if I am left to rot in hell.
…
Zhang Wubing stretched out his hand, trying in vain to reach out to the bloody skull, but only caught a hand full of wind.
He wanted to remind the bloody skeleton, whose appearance had changed drastically, to run quickly and not get trapped by those strange branches.
He wanted to ask the bloody skeleton what was going on and why its appearance changed so drastically in the blink of an eye.
But his consciousness floated to the surface from the deep sea, the dark abyss quickly moved away from him, and a few rays of light shone through his trembling eyelids.
Zhang Wubing suddenly opened his eyes.
"you!"
The remaining consciousness in his brain made him subconsciously want to ask as soon as he opened his eyes.
But the next second, Zhang Wubing saw the surrounding environment clearly.
It is no longer a smelly and eerie place like a cemetery, but a teaching building with bright windows.
Zhang Wubing was lying under the cold wall in the corridor.
Because he hadn't fully opened his eyes yet and he stood up quickly, without seeing clearly what was around him, he bumped into the fire-fighting facilities above. His forehead came into contact with the metal pipe, making a "bang!" sound.
The collision made Zhang Wubing see stars.
He covered his forehead and grimaced, but the pain also confirmed that he was really awake at this time.
And everything that just happened was just a dream.
However, the young man's face was exactly the same as the one he saw at the time of the car accident, which made Zhang Wubing still doubt the young man's true identity and whether he was in danger again and the young man saved him.
He had a splitting headache and huddled in the corner for a long time, thinking. He was shivering in the cold of late autumn and early winter in the corridor before he remembered to get up.
But as soon as he stood up, he heard a "bang!"
Zhang Wubing froze as he tried to stand up with the help of the fire-fighting equipment.
He was pretty sure the sound wasn't coming from him, so... where was it coming from?
His neck was stiff, and he turned his head slowly and looked to the side.
In the corridor, the bright glass of the laboratory at the corner reflects the scene on the other side of the L-shaped corridor.
The blood-stained corpse was covered in corpse spots, its clothes were torn, and it walked in the corridor with a lifeless look. Its swaying figure was reflected in the glass.
Zhang Wubing: “!!!”
He quickly glanced around in panic and found that the environment here looked somewhat familiar to him. Not only were there corpses walking in the corridor on the other side, but there were also other dead bodies in other places.
They are like people who can't find their home, walking on the road in confusion, not knowing where to go.
But now Zhang Wubing no longer cares about what these dead bodies have experienced in the past.
If Brother Yan was around, he might still be in the mood to think about it. But now, it is obvious that escaping is the most important thing!
Seeing that the nearest dead body was about to turn around and walk towards this side, Zhang Wujiu rushed directly to the classroom next door in a hurry.
He ran in with his shoes in his hand, then tiptoed to lock the classroom door without daring to breathe.
Not until the dead body walked past the classroom door with a dazed and empty look on its face did Zhang Wubing dare to breathe a sigh of relief. He almost suffocated to death.
But when he thought he could hold on in the classroom until Yan Shixun found him, he turned around and was completely stunned.
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, chilling him to the core.
——This is a chemistry laboratory, with half-finished experiments placed everywhere. The bright red liquid in the glass containers reflects an ominous color under the weak light.
And on the glass facing outside the laboratory, there was a dead body lying quietly.
The corpse was severely decomposed, with little flesh left on its face and only white bones visible.
Its entire face was pressed tightly against the glass, making its already terrifying features look even more hideous.
I don't know how long I have been staring at the classroom.
After Zhang Wubing accidentally made eye contact with that thing, he felt a chill in his heart. The big words "finished" hit his head, making him dizzy and want to cry.
The dead body opened its mouth, revealing a hideous smile that was squeezed, deformed, and full of malice outside the window.
Zhang Wubing's hair stood on end.
The desire to survive made him turn around decisively, unlock the classroom door that had just been locked, and rush out.
Just after Zhang Wubing ran for a distance, he heard the sound of glass breaking from behind him, and the sticky sound of something heavy crawling in.
Zhang Wubing:!!!
Yan!!! Brother!!! Ah——!!! Help me, your little illness is going to be eaten by ghosts!!
Zhang Wubing was crying madly, but he was running as fast as he could without being affected.
Then, when he passed by a laboratory with its door ajar, he quickly rushed in.
Close the door, turn around, rush into the utensil cupboard and close the door.
All in one go.
Small spaces can bring a sense of security to people, as can closed doors.
Many people always think that two locks are safer than one lock. In critical moments, a series of locks can bring them a sense of psychological security.
So the brain subconsciously makes the decision.
Zhang Wubing hugged his knees and trembled, trying hard to hold his breath so as not to make any sound.
But when he heard the faint sounds coming from outside gradually approaching and then moving away, he still had the illusion of being safe.
Just as he was hesitating about what to do next, he heard a "click!" from the laboratory.
The door was slowly pushed open.
Then, footsteps were heard.
There were some irregular stumbling sounds, as if the person was distracted and didn't pay attention to his own steps.
Zhang Wubing: “???”
He huddled in the closet, his face filled with fear.
He couldn't have just escaped from a haunted house and rushed into another one!
But what he vaguely saw through the gap in the cabinet door was not the hideous image of the evil spirit he had imagined.
But it is the figure of a normal person.
The man was in a daze, with confusion and helplessness on his handsome face. Even his straight back was bent and his shoulders slumped.
He was like a man who had lost his treasure, unable to find the precious thing in his arms and unable to find his way home.
His only place of belonging is gone.
Zhang Wubing was stunned in the cabinet.
…
"Bang!"
Yan Shixun's eyes were grim and he used the long stick in his hand to hit the evil ghost that was about to pounce on him.
The golden words wrapped around the long stick suddenly became bright, and the evil ghost wailed and turned into ashes.
As Yan Shixun moved, the hem of his coat drew a neat arc in the air and then fell back down. The dark green coat was thick and his aura was breathtaking.
The long stick that he had casually picked up on the way here was like a divine weapon in Yan Shixun's hand, and no evil spirits dared to approach him.
The long stick wrapped with talismans swept away all the evil spirits on Yan Shixun's path. The road he walked on was filled with gloomy ghostly auras, and it was empty and clean as if nothing had happened.
Only the falling dust faintly proved what had just happened.
"Since Cheng Jing and Lan Ze often stay together in the experimental building, Cheng Jing, who can't find Lan Ze and doesn't know what happened, will most likely come here."
"Because of Cheng Jing, Lan Ze was able to temporarily break free from the control of the ghost energy on the road outside the city and run back to Binhai University."
Yan Shixun frowned and said, "Then he will definitely come to find Cheng Jing."
So, they just need to find the laboratory in the building where Cheng Jing and Lan Ze often stay.
Yan Shixun habitually started to make hand gestures, but the ghost energy gathered in the experimental building was far stronger than that in other places on campus, so the ghost energy interfered with his divination and made the hexagrams chaotic.
It's like a compass in a chaotic magnetic field, unable to point in the correct direction.
Yan Shixun's tongue tip touched the upper teeth, and he made a "tsk" sound, feeling heavy in his heart.
The door of the building is like a ritual of "entry" and "blocking". The action of pushing the door open and entering is like completing a ritual, passing the separation of yin and yang, and walking into hell at the center of ghost energy.
Here, because of the strong will of Lan Ze's soul, the ghost energy that should have trapped him like a cage temporarily became his aid, allowing him to have the strength to break free from the boundary between yin and yang, allowing the worlds that were originally separated on both sides to overlap and blend into one.
He traveled through life and death to see the scenery.
Even if the price is disrupting yin and yang, time and space, or even endangering the lives of others.
Yan Shixun sighed in his heart and said to Ye Li beside him: "Lan Ze was originally going to reincarnate directly, but now, he is in trouble."
If Lan Ze's revenge only stopped on the road and did not extend to Binhai University, then because of the existence of the murderer who killed Lan Ze, everything that happened on the road, as long as it did not hurt passers-by, would be counted within Lan Ze's causal scope.
Heaven and earth agreed.
But Lan Ze insisted on returning to Binhai University, which was equivalent to putting the lives of tens of thousands of people in danger. For the world, cause and effect began to tilt.
As long as someone is injured or even dies on campus, the cause and effect will be blamed on Lan Ze.
By then, even Yan Shixun would not be able to save Lan Ze.
but……
Yan Shixun's gaze fell on Ye Li.
He still remembered the power that Ye Li had transmitted into his meridians when he held his hand. There was no doubt that it was ghostly energy.
Yan Shixun originally thought that Ye Li was the founder of a sect who once worshipped gods, was able to communicate with gods, and even borrowed the power of gods, but this powerful ghost energy broke Yan Shixun's original understanding.
Even though he and Li Chengyun traveled around and saw many hermits living in seclusion in the mountains, he rarely heard of any sect that worshipped underground gods.
Unless...Ye Li itself is related to death.
There was inquiry in Yan Shixun's eyes.
But Ye Li did not show any uneasiness or intention to hide. His cold and handsome face was calm and he allowed Yan Shixun to explore him openly.
He even smiled: "Anything you want to ask me?"
It was as if all the secrets were laid out in front of Yan Shixun, and nothing could be hidden from his lover.
Just as he once promised.
——Come explore me, come to understand me, and then fall into our cause and effect.
Let me catch you.
Yan Shixun did not understand the other meaning behind Ye Li's heavy eyes, but Ye Li's attitude made his originally shaken trust stabilized.
No matter what Ye Li's true identity is, for the time being, Ye Li will not do anything against him.
As long as Ye Li doesn't stab him in the back while he's fighting, then this doubt can be put aside and dealt with after the current crisis is resolved.
Yan Shixun calmly looked away and did not continue to look at Ye Li.
"Lan Ze..."
Yan Shixun sighed softly, "I never thought that the story of a man meeting a soulmate in the mountains and rivers could reappear in this era."
Many years ago, little Yan Shixun stood on tiptoe and expressionlessly pulled out classics from Li Chengyun's floor-to-ceiling bookcase. In the quiet aroma of ancient paper, he flipped through the talismans that seemed too simple to him, and listened to Li Chengyun telling him stories while he sat leisurely on a rattan chair and rocked on his side.
Li Chengyun said that there was a story in the past that in ancient times, in order to fulfill an appointment with a friend, one would commit suicide and turn into a soul, traveling a thousand miles a day.
Little Yan Shixun remembered this story.
But he didn't understand.
In his life, there is only Li Chengyun.
As a teacher, as a father, as a friend.
Li Chengyun told him that when he grows up, he will find his lifelong friend. For his friends, he can do anything.
After Li Chengyun's death, the role of "friend" fell to Zhang Wubing.
But what Yan Shixun knew was the way he got along with Zhang Wubing, not this kind of...
Don't hesitate to give up all friendships.
Even though he had traveled across vast mountains and rivers, walked the streets and witnessed all kinds of people and human emotions over the years, those things did not happen to him after all.
He can calmly sort out other people's psychology, but he is confused by the situation and can never see his own situation clearly.
The friendship between Cheng Jing and Lan Ze made Yan Shixun feel even more confused.
Why...why would some people consider friendship more important than life and the world?
After all, there will always be a reunion on the road of life and death.
Even if death temporarily separates friends, as long as the bond between them is not completely severed, they will be able to meet again in the next life.
Why bother fighting for this one glance?
Yan Shixun felt sorry for Yu Lan Ze, but Ye Li looked at him with a strange and meaningful look.
"Shi Xun."
Ye Li called out softly, "Have you ever thought that there is another kind of deep emotion that can do what friendship cannot do?"
Yan Shixun looked towards Ye Li in confusion.
Under such a look, Ye Li only lasted for a second before he was defeated.
"……never mind."
"It's okay, we still have a lot of time, we can take it slow."
Ye Li bent down slightly, and her long ink-black hair fell softly from her straight shoulders, brushing against Yan Shixun's earlobe.
"Let me teach you this emotion, Shi Xun."
Ye Li's deep voice brought about a magnetic vibration: "I will answer all your doubts."
"Whether it's heaven and earth, life and death, or...all emotions."
At this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even see his ink-black pupils.
It seems to be wrapped in the deepest darkness, hiding all the unexplorable secrets of the human world, and the mystery of coexisting with the great way of heaven and earth.
Yan Shixun was almost lost in those eyes.
But he quickly blinked and returned to his normal expression.
Yan Shixun stretched out his hand and placed it on Ye Li's strong chest, pushing him away.
"It's too close. There's no need." He quickly turned his head away, refusing to make eye contact with Ye Li anymore.
The unknown emotions made him a little flustered.
A smile appeared in Ye Li's eyes, and he took a step back obediently.
He suddenly felt grateful to the soul named Lan Ze.
A ghost exorcist who doesn't understand love will explore the truth.
But at the end of the truth, is love.
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