Chapter 18: Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 18: Wolf’s Den…
Wen Yuxi's sticky and gentle voice kept coming to my ears, like a hunter coaxing his prey into jumping into a trap.
But the girl sitting at the table had not yet recovered from her dazed state. She only felt that Wen Yuxi's voice sounded muffled, as if it was covered by a thick layer.
It was not until the icy tears fell on her face that Song Qingqing came to her senses.
She opened her almond-shaped eyes filled with broken luster and looked at Wen Yuxi.
If the handsome young man with delicate features in front of her didn't have the shimmering water on his lips and nose, and if she said to him with such a sad and tearful look, Song Qingqing might really soften her heart and believe him.
But now that she was in such a mess, no matter how slow she was, she realized that Wen Yuxi at this moment was definitely not as fragile and harmless as he appeared.
Song Qingqing's crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and she struggled to look away from Wen Yuxi's tearful eyes. She silently told herself not to be soft-hearted, and then gently pushed him with her hands tied with red ribbons.
The tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were bleeding.
"You are not pitiful..."
Tired and angry, Song Qingqing held it in for a long time, and finally said these words in a low and awkward voice.
Not pitiful at all, even more of a bastard than Shen Zhe.
Although... he did look miserable when he cried, and looked even more fragile and vulnerable than Shen Zhe who had a fever, Song Qingqing still insisted on her opinion.
While she pursed her lips and refused to speak, Wen Yuxi kept observing her reaction with his dark eyes. He had imagined many possibilities.
Perhaps it was because the poor girl in front of him opened her tearful eyes and sobbed that she hated him and asked him, the evil ghost, to stay away from her.
Or they would scream and hide behind with fear, trying to escape, only to be caught and tortured by his lingering ghost.
But it shouldn't be like this now, with a little anger, as if she had calculated that he would not hurt her, and she was arrogant and scolded him for being pitiful.
Especially with moisture at the corners of her eyes, she looked like a kingfisher wet by the dew on a branch. If he slightly closed his five fingers, he could hold her warm, soft and fragile body in his palm. If he tightened his fingers even more, he might even feel the blood flowing, until the fragile bird let out a pitiful and crisp cry.
I have to say, this kind of imagination is bloody but very tempting.
The darkness in the boy's beautiful eyes grew increasingly intense, and his obsession gradually pulled him into a vicious circle.
Song Qingqing felt it again. The out-of-control ghost energy from Wen Yuxi was uncontrollably contaminating her body and penetrating every pore.
Before Wen Yuxi was on the verge of losing control, Song Qingqing raised her bound hands, stretched them in front of Wen Yuxi, and whispered to him, "If you untie me, I'll pity you, okay?"
Her voice was soft, like a feather, gently soothing the cold aura that kept emanating from Wen Yuxi.
"good."
Wen Yuxi stared at her for a long time, which made Song Qingqing feel a little guilty, and then he responded softly.
Then, Song Qingqing saw Wen Yuxi lower his head again and bite one end of the red ribbon with his snow-white teeth. She didn't know how he did it, but the knot that she couldn't untie no matter how hard she tried was finally untied.
Song Qingqing opened her eyes slightly wide, her eyes full of surprise.
Are all evil spirits' tongues so clever? I could even put a jade ring on her before.
Before completely untying the red ribbon, Wen Yuxi seemed to accidentally kiss the mole on the inside of Song Qingqing's wrist.
A little itchy.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and subconsciously tried to retract her hand and hide it behind her back, but the other party held it firmly.
Wen Yuxi suddenly exerted force on his hands, and Song Qingqing, who was sitting on the table without any support, fell towards him uncontrollably.
The next moment, Song Qingqing heard his creepy question. Those eyes stared at her calmly, as if they could see through what she was thinking.
"Qingqing, you want that stinky Taoist priest to take me in, right?"
Song Qingqing's delicate brows knitted slightly, and she opened her mouth to retort: "I didn't."
She tried hard not to look away guiltily. She just wanted to ask Lin Hanchuan to help send Wen Yuxi into reincarnation... How could that be considered as asking Lin Hanchuan to accept him?
The concepts of the two are different. Song Qingqing, who is usually slow, thinks very fast at this time.
"Really?"
Wen Yuxi asked calmly for the second time.
Song Qingqing had already convinced herself in her heart. She nodded obediently, and her eyes gradually became sincere.
"real!"
His cold fingers carefully massaged her wrist, which had turned slightly red from her struggle just now. Wen Yuxi looked at her for a long time, and finally curved his smiling eyes. The white clothes made him look like a stream of water under the moon, clear and harmless.
"Qingqing, do you hate me?" Wen Yuxi moved closer, slowed down his speech, and asked her gently.
The careful soothing gestures in his hands were completely different from the evil ghost that had just refused to let anyone escape.
He had a bit more of the youthfulness and cunning of the little Wen Yuxi that Song Qingqing met in the back mountain of Wen Village.
Song Qingqing thought about it for a moment, then shook her head and said softly, "I don't hate it."
After getting this answer, Wen Yuxi smiled even more harmlessly and came over to kiss her.
When Song Qingqing saw the watery color on Wen Yuxi's lips, her head buzzed for a while, and she subconsciously raised her hands and gently covered his lips, pushing that handsome but extremely deceptive face away.
Seeing Song Qingqing's rejection and refusal to accept him, Wen Yuxi's delicate eyebrows drooped suddenly, and he looked like a pitiful puppy.
The acting also matched the performance, and the dark eyes soon became misty.
"Is it not possible?"
As Wen Yuxi spoke, his cool breath poured into Song Qingqing's palm.
Song Qingqing looked at his pitiful appearance, and in an attempt to cover up her guilt, she used her fingers to wipe the water stains on the tip of Wen Yuxi's nose. She bit her lip, her fair face flushed thoroughly. Her voice was so soft that if Wen Yuxi had not been so close, he would probably not have been able to hear it clearly.
"You just kissed that, don't kiss me."
Wen Yuxi was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was talking about. He smiled even more beautifully, grabbed her wrist, and licked her palm with his cold tongue. Song Qingqing was so scared that she struggled to retract her hand.
This time, Wen Yuxi successfully made Song Qingqing retract her hand, but he took the initiative and moved closer to her ear, covering up the scent of Lin Hanchuan's sandalwood, while speaking to her softly in a very confused tone.
"Will Qingqing dislike me? But I like her very much, what should I do? Can I kiss her more next time? Qingqing, please don't hide, okay?"
Song Qingqing opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, feeling embarrassed and annoyed by Wen Yuxi's words, which sounded confusing and incomprehensible to her. She raised her hand to push him away.
Does this evil ghost want to come again?
"Don't say anything more."
Song Qingqing was at a loss and reached out to cover his mouth, but Wen Yuxi grabbed her and kissed and hugged her for a long time. She was so tired that she fell asleep.
In a daze, she saw Wen Yuxi nibbling her fingertips.
What Lin Hanchuan said was indeed right. The obsession of ghosts is far more terrifying than that of living people.
She will hide at Shen Zhe's place tomorrow. At least in the short term, Song Qingqing doesn't dare to confront Wen Yuxi again. The dispute caused by the amulet today scared her to death.
And Song Qingqing still remembered that Wen Yuxi said last time that he couldn't enter that house.
I'll go after class tomorrow...
With this thought in mind, Song Qingqing closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, the small house was still clean and tidy. Washed clothes were drying on the balcony, and the pleasant scent of laundry detergent was emitting. There was hot milk and eggs on the dining table, and even some neatly cut sandwiches.
Song Qingqing glanced at the spotless and shiny floor of the house, then looked at the beautifully made sandwich on the table, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the warm outer wall of the milk bottle.
I don’t know where Wen Yuxi learned it from, but he even learned how to make sandwiches.
If he continues to study and improve, this ghost Wen Yuxi will probably learn how to make money, right?
Song Qingqing still remembered that when she was about to fall asleep last night, Wen Yuxi, who was sitting beside the bed, seemed to have been looking at his own clothes, and seemed to be dissatisfied.
Maybe on her way back in a couple of days, she could go to the mall and buy him some clothes, but how to get him to wear them was also a problem.
You can ask him when you come back.
If I happen to have a gift for Wen Yuxi, he won’t be angry if I don’t come back for several days, right?
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, not quite sure, but she was really scared.
What Wen Yuxi did yesterday made her feel indescribable, like she was uncomfortable, but not entirely.
But she felt instinctively nervous.
After making up her mind, Song Qingqing packed up the breakfast on the table and went out.
The apartment she rented was not far from the campus, only about ten minutes' walk away, and on the way she would pass by the city's famous Normal University Affiliated High School.
When passing by the high school gate, Song Qingqing suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, turned around quickly and looked back, but saw nothing. There were only pedestrians coming and going behind her.
No, she had just clearly sensed a strange and cold sense of being watched.
Although it’s not as cold as Wen Yuxi’s, the feeling is not very good either.
Song Qingqing's gaze paused. She saw a motionless figure among the crowd coming and going. Many passers-by turned back to look at the person behaving strangely.
It was the middle-aged woman I met in the cemetery that day.
The middle-aged mother who had lost her daughter was standing in the crowd holding a dark red urn. Her face was gentle and kind, and her other hand was stroking the lid of the urn again and again.
Only then did Song Qingqing notice that the mother's fingers were covered with scars, and she would peel off the blood scabs that were about to heal, and let her blood smear on the carved lid of the urn bit by bit, carefully stroking every line.
It's just like...combing the hair of my beloved daughter.
This sight made Song Qingqing feel a chill down her spine. She quickly found the source of the spying on her, which was on the rooftop of Building A of this high school.
Song Qingqing bit her lip and looked up at the rooftop, but there was no one there.
However, when Song Qingqing withdrew her gaze from the rooftop and looked at the mother again, she found that the high school girl she saw in the cemetery was standing next to her mother.
Song Qingqing clearly remembered that when she saw this girl in the cemetery, her ghost was grayish white and almost transparent, but now it seemed much more solid, and her skin was almost as red as a living person, which was quite weird.
The girl noticed that Song Qingqing was looking at her and looked up to meet Song Qingqing's gaze.
Perhaps she had not been dead for long, so she could not remain in good condition for long. Song Qingqing saw blood flowing down the girl's forehead.
A girl with short hair that reaches her ears looks like a quiet and introverted student.
Song Qingqing looked at her and smiled shyly at her, pursing her lips and saying four words silently.
"Thank you, sorry."
Thank you? Sorry?
Song Qingqing was stunned. Why did this girl want to thank her? And apologize?
When she was puzzled, the middle-aged woman holding the urn turned and left, walking into the vast crowd.
Even though she was confused, Song Qingqing didn't dare to chase after him to ask. She turned around and ran away.
As soon as the get out of class was over, Song Qingqing took the bus to Shen Zhe's house.
She originally thought that there were many people on the bus and the yang energy was strong, so she would not encounter ghosts. However, she did not expect to encounter a ghost when she was sitting in the back seat.
He was an old man who looked kind and gentle, but he was dressed in black and carried a black umbrella.
Seeing that Song Qingqing seemed to be able to see him, the old man smiled and asked her if she had seen his lost granddaughter.
At first, Song Qingqing didn't realize it was a ghost, but after seeing the black umbrella and the old man's feet that were not touching the ground, her face turned pale instantly.
Lin Hanchuan told her that if she saw this kind of "person" dressed in black on a normal day, she should run away from him as far as possible.
Because this is not a human at all, and the umbrella he holds is just to avoid the sun's energy.
Song Qingqing was so frightened that she got off the bus one stop away and walked to the door of Shen Zhe's house.
Shen Zhe returned home with a cold expression. Today he received a notice that the fourth student fell to his death, and the time after the third one was even shorter.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Qingqing curled up on the sofa, half asleep.
The collar was loose, revealing her jade-white neck with dots of red on it.
The lost jade ring was tied with a red string again and put back around her neck.
When Song Qingqing heard the sound of the door opening, she opened her sleepy eyes, but as soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with the expressionless Shen Zhe.
Seeing that she had woken up, Shen Zhe stretched out his hot and broad palms and pinched her face. His voice became hoarse and cold due to fatigue.
"Have I ever told you not to bring dirty things home?"
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