Chapter 15: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 15 I’m Expensive…
She suddenly didn't really want to know...
When Wen Yuxi asked this question, Song Qingqing was a little scared, especially since there was a faint smile on his handsome face.
Song Qingqing silently shrank back, burying her pointed chin in the soft quilt, leaving only a pair of moist and bright eyes looking at the young man in white sitting beside the bed.
His long, misty black hair was no longer tied up and topped with a golden crown like he had done in Xiangyun Ancient Town. Instead, it was carefully braided into an exquisite braid that hung down behind him, with a small silver ring with a pattern pinned to the end of the braid.
Coupled with that pretty pale face, it is really hard to tell whether she is male or female.
He seems to like dressing up...
At least in Song Qingqing's memory, every time she saw Wen Yuxi, he looked very delicate, especially when she saw him for the first time in that festive wedding room, he looked like a carefully carved doll.
Wen Yuxi heard her whisper, "Can I not know?"
Wen Yuxi smiled and replied, "No."
"And Qingqing, if she hadn't hidden under the quilt, she wouldn't have been discovered and caught by the ghost."
All her little movements were clearly seen by Wen Yuxi.
Suddenly, his cold, slender fingers rested on the side of Song Qingqing's fair and soft face. Not allowing her to retreat, Wen Yuxi leaned over and kissed her.
When she saw that magnified handsome face, Song Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly. She raised her hands to push him away, but Wen Yuxi easily controlled her wrists and twisted them behind her waist. She leaned forward unconsciously because of the controlled movement, and ended up falling directly into Wen Yuxi's arms.
The cold and damp breath filled between the lips and teeth, and the kiss made Song Qingqing's tongue numb and she couldn't even breathe. Water vapor kept rising into her eyes, and the water that could not be swallowed flowed down from the corners of her lips, and was then licked away carefully by Wen Yuxi who lowered his head.
When Song Qingqing calmed down, Wen Yuxi pressed his hand against her fair forehead, staring at her with his dark eyes.
She soon fell into a deep sleep without control.
But she slept very uneasily, because when Song Qingqing woke up, she found that her whole body was surrounded by thick gray-white fog.
I could faintly hear a child's voice calling "Sister".
Song Qingqing groped forward following the child's voice, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she froze in place.
Because she saw little Wen Yuxi, who looked exactly like the soul she had seen in the back mountain of Wen Village before. In addition, she also saw another girl.
The girl's facial features are exactly the same as Wen Yuxi's, except that the lines are slightly softer.
Both of them were wearing folk costumes from Xiangyun Ancient Town, with black and dark purple as the main colors and batik patterns on them.
Song Qingqing looked at the girl, touched little Wen Yuxi's head, and told him to play hide-and-seek. The winner would be if neither of them was discovered by adults.
She heard it.
Little Wen Yuxi raised his head and called the little girl who looked exactly like him "Sister".
Song Qingqing's face turned pale.
She seemed to have vaguely guessed something, that Wen Yuxi probably had a twin sister, and they were a boy and a girl.
As a result, Wen Yuxi was discovered by the group of tall black shadows.
Song Qingqing turned her head and saw the little girl hiding in the haystack, covering her mouth and crying silently. She could only watch with tears in her eyes as Wen Yuxi was dragged out of the cabinet by the adults.
She was not wrong, and Wen Yuxi was not wrong either. The ones who were wrong were those people with bad intentions.
Song Qingqing also heard the tall black shadows whispering.
"Before the Zhao family died, he specifically asked for the Wen family siblings to marry him. The Yin time is coming soon, and the sister hasn't been found yet. What should we do? These two bastards are really good at running away. Their father sold them out, but they still ran away."
"Do you want both siblings?"
"Isn't it? I heard from Mr. Liu San that marrying off boys and girls born during the Yin period will improve Feng Shui and bring prosperity to future generations."
"But I heard that the man from the Zhao family ate both meat and vegetables when he was alive. Tsk, I didn't expect that he would want to enjoy the happiness of two wives after his death."
"You kid, do you also want to live a happy life like this?"
"Hey, I won't do such a sinful thing."
"My sister is missing, and the time is almost up. This brother is dressed up and sent off to be married."
The tall dark shadows grabbed the struggling boy like a chick and forcefully put him in a deathly white shroud.
During this time, Wen Yuxi bit one of them hard on the arm, took the opportunity to break free, and ran forward desperately.
Song Qingqing chased after him and wanted to pull him up to run together, but she could only watch her hand pass through his hand.
Perhaps because he was running too fast, Wen Yuxi tripped over a stone and fell heavily.
Song Qingqing glanced back at the dark shadows that were about to catch up and shouted, "Get up! Run!"
The young man in white who was kneeling on the ground looked around in panic, as if he heard Song Qingqing's voice.
"Who are you, sister?"
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment. Could he hear her talking?
She reached out and tried to pull Wen Yuxi again, but still couldn't touch him, so she walked straight past him.
"Run! Don't stop!"
Wen Yuxi wiped the tears from his face with his scratched and muddy hands and bravely responded, "Okay!"
But no matter how hard the children run, they can never outrun the adults.
A fist-sized stone suddenly hit Wen Yuxi on the back of his head, and then Song Qingqing saw him fall forward and lose consciousness.
The sticky, bright red blood flowed down the boy's fair forehead, blurring his vision and staining the white shroud with dark red patterns. Wen Yuxi turned over with difficulty, his consciousness becoming dizzy and a sharp pain coming from the back of his head. He could only vaguely hear a blurred voice.
The group of dark shadows spoke again.
"You're not going to hold back. If you kill the Zhao family, I'll kill you too."
"He's not dead, he's still breathing, he's just fainted. Isn't that easier to deal with?"
The young man in white with blood all over his head was carried back, the blood was wiped off, he was carefully washed and dressed up, put on a gorgeous red wedding dress with gold embroidery, and wore a golden crown. He was manipulated like a doll.
And when he was about to be put into the coffin, he woke up unfortunately, just as those people said.
The old man in a long robe, who was respectfully called Mr. Liu San by everyone, frowned unhappily and ordered his men to strangle the struggling Wen Yuxi again with a red ribbon that came from nowhere.
Only then was the person put into the coffin, the heavy coffin lid closed, long nails nailed on it, and fresh, moist soil was added shovel by shovel until it was completely buried.
The struggling chicken had its neck slashed, and a basin of sticky chicken blood spilled on the ground.
Song Qingqing was already numb, standing quietly by and watching. She could do nothing, nothing at all, not even touch anyone.
And she knew that she couldn't change anything because this was what Wen Yuxi experienced before his death, and he was already dead.
She could only watch the burial.
At midnight, the mountain behind Wencun was deserted, but a thudding sound came from underground, like the muffled sound of a wooden board being pushed and hit by someone.
When Song Qingqing heard the sound, she woke up as if from a dream. She knelt down on the ground where the sound came from and tried to reach out to dig the soil, but it still went through her.
She heard the boy's terrified, sharp cry.
The sound of panting from struggling breaths...the harsh sound of nails scratching against wooden boards as one struggles.
There were also people crying and shouting for their father, mother and sister to save him.
Finally, there was a cry for help so faint that it was almost inaudible.
"Qingqing, save me."
But she couldn't save him.
I could only listen to the dead silence all around me.
Song Qingqing couldn't see anything, and kept hearing faint crying sounds, which was very pitiful.
The sleeping girl had a frown on her face and tears in her eyes. She was so trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up at all.
Wen Yuxi, dressed in white, sat beside her bed, looking down at the girl who was sleeping restlessly with an expressionless face.
While struggling, Song Qingqing accidentally grabbed Wen Yuxi's cold fingers and held them tightly, as if she would not let go and lose him.
She said with tears in her eyes that she couldn't find him and couldn't save him.
Wen Yuxi lowered his thick eyelashes and finally sighed softly. His bony hand slowly passed through the girl's fingers and held her hand tightly. Then he lowered his head and placed a damp and cold kiss on her soft and warm neck.
He liked to kiss her neck because warm blood flowed there, which was the fatal spot for a living person. His five fingers were slightly closed, and the snow-white color escaped from between his fingers. He kissed the tip of the white peach that protected the heart, and his cold teeth stroked it carefully, terrifyingly and restrainedly, leaving behind a lingering crystal.
Wen Yuxi kissed away the tears from the corners of Song Qingqing's eyes, and finally placed a light kiss on her forehead. A wisp of white cold air slowly withdrew, and her sleeping expression gradually became calm, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.
When Song Qingqing got up in the morning, packed up and prepared to go to class, she saw the clothes hanging on the balcony. She stared at them for a long time before realizing that it must have been Wen Yuxi who did it.
There was a bottle of hot milk and an egg on the table, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Song Qingqing glanced at the time, hurriedly stuffed the milk and eggs into her schoolbag, and went out.
But she didn't know that the disappeared Wen Yuxi appeared on the rooftop of the A teaching building of the Normal University Affiliated High School. The female high school student who Song Qingqing saw fall to her death that day was sitting on the edge of the guardrail, looking very leisurely.
Wen Yuxi said calmly: "Don't you know that if you kill a living person, you won't be able to reincarnate?"
The girl with short hair didn't turn around or look back.
"I know."
"Aren't you the same?"
Wen Yuxi glanced at the thick resentment on her body, which was clearly the resentment that only ghosts who had been killed tragically would have. He suddenly laughed: "You want me to help you?"
The girl lowered her head and looked at the students coming and going downstairs. A mixture of red and white liquid dripped from her forehead and could not be wiped away.
She saw again the three smug and smiling faces on the roof when she was broken into pieces.
"Yeah, I want you to help me, there are two left, only two left..."
Wen Yuxi remained silent.
"You like that sister very much, right? You kept looking at her at the cemetery. She has a very strong yin energy."
Wen Yuxi narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled harmlessly and said, "Ghosts can die again."
The implication was that if she dared to touch Song Qingqing, he wouldn't mind doing it himself.
The girl said to herself: "You are afraid that entering her body will hurt her. Humans and ghosts are different, but there is a way... There is a way..."
Wen Yuxi looked at the gradually spreading blood with a gloomy expression and took a step back, afraid that it would stain himself.
"Your mother will help you."
Wen Yuxi disappeared after saying this, but the deal had already been done.
College classes are still boring.
The teacher was on the stage, holding the PPT that had been handed down from generation to generation, reading the script with despair, while the students were holding ballpoint pens without refills, cooperating with the performance with despair.
Even though Song Qingqing knew that she had to listen to the lectures carefully, she still found it difficult to endure such a course.
Song Qingqing glanced down at her phone. This class was called "Introduction to Folk Culture," and it should have been an interesting elective, but she couldn't praise the teacher's teaching skills...
She was also very worried because she met Li Wei today. She looked very bad. When she talked to her, she found out that Li Wei had sunk herself into the bathtub while taking a bath at home yesterday, which scared her parents. Fortunately, she was discovered early, otherwise she would have died.
Obviously, the water ghost appeared again, but the male protagonist Lin Hanchuan had not appeared yet, and he did not know any real Taoist priest.
Song Qingqing naturally would not go to find Wen Yuxi, because according to Wen Yuxi's temperament, he would most likely kill the water ghost boy with a smile, simply and roughly. That water ghost was also quite pitiful.
He drowned at a young age and couldn't be reincarnated, so he wanted to find a substitute. Who knows, he might have been dragged down and drowned by the previous water ghost at that old age.
She hugged her head with a headache, her forehead against the table, but when she turned around, she was stunned.
Because the person sitting next to her was the strange young man she met in the cemetery that day.
If she remembered correctly, it was the one who was called a psychopathic fortune teller and liar by Shen Zhe.
Lin Hanchuan was very upset and wanted to die.
He had just stayed up all night last night to perform a ritual for a wealthy family to help the old man Deng pass away, and now he was very sleepy.
When I just went out today, I accidentally lost the wooden hairpin I used to tie my hair, so now my hair is scattered on my shoulders, making me want to die even more.
But even though he was calmly going crazy and about to explode, Lin Hanchuan still looked cold and calm, like snow on a pine tree branch.
But there was a faint blue shadow under the eyes, which added a bit of decadence.
Song Qingqing observed him quietly and saw that he raised his hand several times with a cold expression to smooth his long hair behind his head, and there was a hint of impatience between his handsome eyebrows.
She pursed her lips, then took off the extra butterfly hair tie on her wrist and handed it to him, lowering her voice and saying to him, "Classmate, do you need this?"
Lin Hanchuan heard someone calling him, so he turned his head to look over. When he saw the person calling him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The girl had her hair tied in a single ponytail, which made her look fresh and clean, with extra soft fluff sticking to the side of her neck. She had a pure and innocent look, and was looking at him curiously and timidly with her watery almond eyes.
A small aqua blue butterfly hairband lay quietly in her white and tender palm.
Because of the tilted head position, Lin Hanchuan could also see her round and white earlobes, which looked like jade-white beads, very beautiful.
Lin Hanchuan retracted his gaze and put on a polite and distant smile: "Thank you."
It should be given away for free without charging any money.
He stretched out his cold, slender hand and took the hair tie from the girl's palm without asking or hesitating, nor did he mention meeting her in the cemetery that day, as if he had no impression of her at all.
But Lin Hanchuan soon became so irritated that he wanted to die.
He had always used a wooden hairpin to style his hair, and had never used hair ties or rubber bands. No matter how many times he tried to style his hair, there would still be unruly strands of hair sticking out.
Lin Hanchuan frowned slightly. Seeing that the force of pulling the hair was getting stronger and stronger, several hairs were entangled on his fingers, which made Song Qingqing's scalp feel pain.
Just then the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Song Qingqing asked him if he needed help: "Classmate... do you want me to help you?"
The question was asked with some uncertainty, as if she also noticed Lin Hanchuan's gentle and polite but very distant nature.
Lin Hanchuan stopped tying his hair. He thought silently for a while and chose to hand the hair tie and his head to Song Qingqing.
Song Qingqing used her fingers to carefully straighten out the hair that Lin Hanchuan had messed up. His hair was not particularly long, just the right length to his shoulders, and it felt cool and smooth to the touch.
After straightening his hair, Song Qingqing tied it into a neat little bun and brushed away the loose hair on his forehead.
"It's done, take a look!"
Song Qingqing took out a small mirror from her bag and handed it to him.
Lin Hanchuan glanced at himself in the mirror and quickly looked away.
It feels better than the one he made with a wooden hairpin...
In the middle of the class, the teacher at the podium suddenly asked for sign-in. The students who had attended the class obediently immediately looked relieved, thinking that it was worthwhile for them to come to this class and that they had finally signed in.
"Metaphysics Class 1, Lin Hanchuan."
When Song Qingqing heard the name, she raised her head suddenly, and then she caught a glimpse of the male classmate sitting next to her raising his hand and responding faintly.
"arrive."
Song Qingqing was a little confused.
She suddenly remembered what Lin Hanchuan said in the cemetery that day: humans and ghosts have different paths. She should have thought of it earlier.
Humans and ghosts have different paths, and karma and reincarnation are Lin Hanchuan's motto.
Lin Hanchuan keenly noticed Song Qingqing's surprised look at him: "Do you know me?"
Song Qingqing was stumped by the question, but the gossipy classmate sitting in front of her turned around and happened to answer the question.
"So, Lin, you're the first student admitted to this new major this year!"
"Boss, could you please help me with my palm and face reading?"
Lin Hanchuan smiled politely, but his peripheral vision was focused on the stunned girl beside him: "Sure, five hundred per time."
Song Qingqing opened her lips slightly, then closed them again, her ears feeling a little hot.
Obviously, that day at the cemetery, he must have heard Shen Zhe calling him a psychopath and a money-swindler, and he also remembered the charge of 500...
"Mr. Lin..."
After most of the students had left the classroom and the student at the front desk had left satisfied after hearing the fortune-telling results, Song Qingqing gently pulled Lin Hanchuan's clothes and called him in a low voice.
Lin Hanchuan turned his head and looked down at the hand that was pulling at the hem of his T-shirt. The nails were neatly trimmed, showing a healthy pink color, with small white crescents. His gaze moved slightly upwards and fell on the tip of the ear that was white with a hint of red.
He heard her whisper to himself.
"Mr. Lin, can you please do me a favor?"
Question and answer, yin and yang cause and effect.
Does she want me to help her get rid of that evil spirit?
Lin Hanchuan remembered the words of the evil ghost telling him to get lost and not meddle in other people's business. He pursed his lips slightly, his expression still calm and indifferent, but there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.
What to do, he was quite vindictive and also happened to be happy to help her.
“Sure, but I’m more expensive.”
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