Chapter 22 Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) Complete Comedy
Song Qingqing opened her lips slightly, subconsciously wanting to deny or explain, but before she could make a sound, she only felt a cold wind blowing towards her.
A pale, cold hand reached out from behind the girl and covered her lips. The movement was gentle but could still prevent her from making any sound.
The scene in front of her eyes twisted and shook slightly. When Song Qingqing came to her senses, she found herself being taken into Wen Yuxi's cold embrace.
Lin Hanchuan reacted extremely quickly. The hand wearing the jujube wood ring tried to grab Song Qingqing's wrist very quickly, but he was still a moment too slow. His fingers separated from her fingertips as soon as they touched, and he had no time to grab her at all.
Song Qingqing saw something wrong on the faces of Shen Zhe and Lin Hanchuan who had rushed over.
Lin Hanchuan had already taken out the cinnabar talisman paper from his sleeve. His left hand, which was holding the copper coin, was extremely strong, and his knuckles were slightly white, waiting for an opportunity to move.
As long as the timing is slightly wrong, the copper coin sword in the left hand will fly out at an extremely fast speed.
Song Qingqing rarely saw such a cold and tense expression on Lin Hanchuan's face. Most of the time, he looked depressed and relaxed.
Shen Zhe, who was wearing the black uniform of the Administration, looked even uglier, especially when he saw Wen Yuxi in white clothes behind Song Qingqing.
As early as the night Song Qingqing left Xiangyun Ancient Town, Shen Zhe had already started investigating this strange ancient town and also visited and interviewed some residents who had moved out of the ancient town.
You wouldn't know until you check. Once you check, you find out that the Zhao family, which once held a giant position in the real estate industry, moved out from Xiangyun Ancient Town. I just don't know why the Zhao family's descendants were in poor health, and most of them did not live past the age of twelve. With no one to inherit the huge family business, it was divided up by the real estate companies that emerged later.
Shen Zhe followed this clue all the way to Zhaozhuang and Wencun.
Finally, Shen Zhe asked about the strange rumors about Zhaozhuang and Wencun in Lizhuang, and the bureau also recently received an old photo.
The black and white photo with yellowed corners has a very old feel. It shows a young man with delicate eyebrows and delicate features smiling at the camera with his eyes curved.
And that face was exactly the same as Wen Yuxi who was standing behind Song Qingqing.
Under the two people's gazes that could not be ignored, Wen Yuxi did not even look at the two living people. Instead, he slowly lowered his head and intimately moved his face close to the girl's warm neck as if declaring his sovereignty.
Then Wen Yuxi raised his eyes and looked at Lin Hanchuan and Shen Zhe in front of him, and his beautiful eyes suddenly curved into a smile.
The thin red lips kissed the tip of the girl's ear arrogantly.
When he saw the anger in the two men's eyes that was approaching the critical point, the smile on Wen Yuxi's face became more and more beautiful and presumptuous, but Song Qingqing couldn't see it because her back was facing him.
His expression changed quickly when he lowered his head. He skillfully pretended to be aggrieved and well-behaved, and spoke softly to Song Qingqing.
"Your brother wants to take me in and send me to the research institute, and that stinky Taoist priest wants to kill me..."
"Qingqing, I'm scared."
Wen Yuxi spoke softly, but at just the right volume for the two people opposite to hear clearly.
The damage is not great, but it is enough to disgust them.
Shen Zhe: “…”
Lin Hanchuan: “…”
The two of them cursed in their hearts. It was the first time they had seen a ghost that was so disgusting to living people. It was really a ghost.
If looks could kill, the coldness in Lin Hanchuan's eyes would probably be enough to send Wen Yuxi directly to the underworld.
In particular, Wen Yuxi felt that the strength was not enough, so he gently leaned his chin on Song Qingqing's shoulder and said, "Qingqing, look at their eyes."
He seemed to be really scared... because Song Qingqing could feel that Wen Yuxi was very uneasy when he hugged her, especially the hand covering her lips was still trembling slightly.
Song Qingqing subconsciously looked over in the direction Wen Yuxi was talking.
Shen Zhe's face was expressionless and dark, and it was indeed terrifying. He almost suppressed his emotions and said to Song Qingqing with gritted teeth: "The evil spirit is cunning and good at deceiving strangers. Don't be deceived by him."
Lin Hanchuan was relatively calm, his cold gaze fixed on the rooftop railing only half a meter away from Song Qingqing.
"Qingqing, look back."
Song Qingqing caught a glimpse of the guardrail close behind her and the height that made her spine shiver.
She understood that Wen Yuxi was not afraid, but was trembling with excitement.
Wen Yuxi wanted her to die with him and become a ghost to accompany him.
Lin Hanchuan was right. The obsessions of ghosts were twisted and morbid. Their thoughts and ideas were completely different from those of living people. Their obsessions would be constantly amplified and distorted by the evil spirit.
After realizing Wen Yuxi's thoughts, Song Qingqing's face turned pale instantly.
She trembled all over at the mere thought of falling to her death, her body shattered into pieces, blooming into red and white flowers.
But Wen Yuxi's idea is obviously impossible to put into practice. If she dies, she will be out of the mission world, which means the mission has failed.
She was more afraid of failing the mission than falling to her death.
She has already completed the additional task, but the main task still needs to be judged by the system before it can be considered successful. If she dies at this time, it would be really shocking.
The atmosphere on the rooftop suddenly became tense and tense.
Seeing that his thoughts were directly exposed by Lin Hanchuan, Wen Yuxi did not react much, but looked to the other side with a harmless smile.
"Don't you want revenge? Why don't you do it now?"
Song Qingqing saw the girl who fell to her death again. She was still wearing the blue and white school uniform of the Normal University Affiliated High School, with short hair cut to her ears. She looked like a good student. She was walking towards the girl with a frightened look on her face step by step.
With every step she took, her appearance changed slightly.
Song Qingqing first saw her originally clean and white pleated skirt stained with dark red bloodstains, and then she saw sticky blood dripping down the girl's forehead.
Finally, she possessed the girl's body directly, and a strange giggle came from her throat, and the corners of her grinning mouth almost reached her ears.
The smile was strange but full of excitement, totally unlike that of a human.
Lin Hanchuan frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him. He raised his hand, bit his fingertip, and smeared the blood on the talisman paper in his hand.
Just as he was about to step forward and grab the girl, preparing to stick the talisman on her forehead, a staggering figure suddenly grabbed Lin Hanchuan's feet with lightning speed.
Noticing the actions of Shen Zhe and Lin Hanchuan, the girl who had been possessed by the ghost had already flipped over the guardrail and screamed.
"Don't come over here! Don't touch my mother!"
Shen Zhe pressed the emergency button quickly with a calm expression, and asked the team members downstairs to prepare for rescue.
The middle-aged woman who was holding Lin Hanchuan's feet was still protecting the urn stained with dried blood with her other hand. Her face was haggard, and her eyes were bloodshot. She begged Lin Hanchuan, "Young Taoist Priest, I beg you, don't stop her."
Lin Hanchuan didn't say anything, but just looked at the girl quietly.
Shen Zhe said coldly: "You are killing people."
Tears kept rolling down the woman's eyes and slid down her haggard face. "I beg you..."
Lin Hanchuan had obviously seen this kind of scene many times before. He said calmly, "You know, your daughter can't be reincarnated if she harms people like this. She has already harmed two living people. According to the "Law of the Purge Ghost", I should kill her."
These words were spoken with almost no emotion, sounding very inhuman and cold.
The woman wept bitterly and shook her head, but her grip did not loosen at all: "I know, I know everything."
"But when I think about my daughter, who will never have a future again and will never be able to go to the university she longs for, while those murderers can happily go to school, eat, drink, have fun, and study, I want to kill them myself."
The girl standing outside the guardrail spoke in an exceptionally sharp voice, perhaps because she was possessed by a ghost. She giggled strangely, but tears streamed from her eyes.
"You won't let me kill someone for revenge?"
"When I think that I will never stand in the sun again, and that my murderers can talk about me at a class reunion ten or twenty years from now, laughingly saying that I was just ignorant and careless as a child, and that no one will remember it, my heart cannot be at peace at all."
"They are powerful and influential, but they accidentally pushed me down. They also have a so-called future. What about me?"
Song Qingqing looked at the scene in front of her and turned her head away reluctantly. She didn't know how to judge it. She just felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She was so suffocated that she almost couldn't breathe. Even breathing made her heart hurt a little.
From the perspective of living people, harming others is naturally wrong.
But what if...what about from the perspective of the deceased?
Wen Yuxi lowered his head and whispered gently in the girl's ear: "Qingqing, look."
"Bad guys who can't be punished by the rules and regulations of the living can only seek revenge and pay back their grievances as ghosts."
"It will be the same when I die. No one will avenge me. I can only rely on myself, little by little, step by step, until I kill them all."
A cold sigh sounded in her ears, and before she lost consciousness, Song Qingqing heard Wen Yuxi say something to her.
"Qingqing, I have been unable to reincarnate for a long time."
From the moment she was buried alive in her blood-red wedding dress, it was no longer possible.
The scene in front of her eyes gradually became blurred. Before Song Qingqing closed her eyes, she only saw Shen Zhe standing silently by the side, Lin Hanchuan lowered his eyes and put away the talisman paper, and the woman holding the urn let go of Lin Hanchuan and suddenly pounced on the girl outside the guardrail.
Song Qingqing heard the mother's last words while crying.
"Daughter, let's go home."
Then came the shrill sound of an emergency siren. She could no longer tell whether it was coming from far away or from far away. She only felt her vision becoming increasingly blurred until her consciousness fell completely into darkness.
In the sticky chaos, Song Qingqing vaguely heard someone calling her name. She frowned slightly. The feeling of being suppressed by the coldness made her very uncomfortable.
Song Qingqing struggled to move her fingers, only to realize belatedly that her wrist was trapped by a damp and cold air.
She opened her eyes with difficulty, but found only a dim red in front of her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be covered by a red silk ribbon.
Because she couldn't see the situation clearly, Song Qingqing could only grope forward blankly, and then she touched the other person's cold face.
"Wen Yuxi?"
"Um."
His cold fingertips brushed across her back, and Wen Yuxi whispered, "Qingqing, you're shaking. Are you scared of me? So, you want Lin Hanchuan to convert me?"
Only then did Song Qingqing realize that she was sitting in Wen Yuxi's arms. It was very cold, so cold that it made her scalp tingle.
"No."
Song Qingqing couldn't see Wen Yuxi's direction clearly, so she could only hold his face and tried to reason with him seriously: "Wen Yuxi, humans and ghosts have different paths. You need to be reincarnated as a human. Lin Hanchuan is a Taoist priest and can help you..."
Facts have proved that reasoning with a ghost with such strong obsession is completely useless, especially since the other party only caught the only keyword "Lin Hanchuan".
Before she could finish her words, her lips were blocked and she swallowed all the words back uncontrollably.
The icy breath penetrated every pore until it was completely contained, leaving no trace. The pale, slender fingertips stroked the peach kernel that was stained with a beautiful luster.
It was like holding a piece of ice in her mouth. The cold breath made her face turn pale. Song Qingqing subconsciously wanted to step back, but was controlled and suppressed.
The red ribbon seemed to have slipped off at some point, and Song Qingqing's slender and delicate brows were furrowed. She lowered her head with her misty eyes and tears in her eyes, like a small animal alert to predators, but she could not see anything clearly and could only see vague shadows.
"Qingqing, do you want to see it?"
Wen Yuxi patiently and gently questioned her. Song Qingqing repeatedly denied it and tried to explain, but his fingers delicately pinched the back of her neck, preventing her from looking away. When the icy cold touched the lowering door, Song Qingqing nearly lost her voice, tears welling in her eyes, but the evil spirit showed no mercy.
When he was about to lose consciousness because of the cold current, Song Qingqing did not forget to ask him in a low voice what he wanted and what his obsession was.
Wen Yuxi, with a pale and beautiful face, lowered his head and hugged the girl with red eyes tightly, buried his face in her neck, and wrote a word on her palm with his fingertips - you.
He only wants her.
Wen Yuxi questioned her with a trembling voice.
"How can you bear to do that?"
She lifted his red veil and took him out of the ancient town. Knowing that his obsession with his existence in this world had long become her, she now wanted to send him to the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River to be reincarnated?
He doesn't need it.
He is already an evil ghost, so how can he talk about accumulating virtue and doing good deeds to be reincarnated?
Wen Yuxi kissed the sleeping Song Qingqing, and a tear with gray mist fell from the corner of his eye and slid into the girl's mouth.
Her originally pale and weak face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
These are the ghost's tears of life, one tear for life, one tear for death.
With a pure and harmless smile in his eyes, Wen Yuxi completely cut off his last hope of reincarnation.
He just couldn't believe that the girl in his arms would have the heart to let him end up in ashes. He knew that with her soft-hearted nature, it was impossible for her to do that.
"Qingqing, I only want you."
Song Qingqing woke up in the snow-white ward of the hospital. She sat up suddenly and looked around at the surroundings.
The snow-white ceiling and walls, the pure white sheets, and the strong smell of disinfectant at the tip of her nose all told her that she was in the hospital.
Thinking of Wen Yuxi's almost crazy behavior, and the cold and wet feeling that came down from the action of sitting up, Song Qingqing bit her lips tightly. Even her eyes and ears turned red with anger. In the end, she could only pound the quilt several times in helplessness and anger.
Wen Yuxi is a lunatic! A lunatic! A lunatic!
Does he even know what he is doing?!
What Lin Hanchuan and Shen Zhe said was absolutely right. The logic and thinking of ghosts are completely different from those of living people.
Lin Hanchuan had taught her a lot of supernatural knowledge, including the existence of ghost tears.
This kind of thing is either the last bit left after the ghost is reduced to ashes, or the ghost gives up the chance to reincarnate and completely strips away its soul.
After pounding the quilt several times, the weak Song Qingqing leaned back on the hospital bed and breathed rapidly. It took her a long time to recover.
The incandescent lamp suddenly flickered twice. Song Qingqing opened her moist eyelashes and saw a white figure standing quietly at the end of the bed.
It was Wen Yuxi. He didn't come over because Song Qingqing didn't say anything. He obviously saw her pounding the quilt just now and knew that she was still angry.
I don’t know what Wen Yuxi was doing. His originally snow-white clothes were stained with many black marks, a bit like the marks left by copper coins. Two of the silver rings on his tied black hair had fallen off.
He looked a little disheveled. Song Qingqing knew that Wen Yuxi was the one who paid the most attention to his appearance and always dressed up carefully. How could he look so miserable and pitiful?
Wen Yuxi moved slightly when he saw Song Qingqing saw him.
Song Qingqing spoke, her voice soft and hoarse.
"Don't come over here yet!"
Wen Yuxi stood there obediently, but with his eyebrows drooping, and considering his beaten appearance, he looked very pitiful, like a homeless stray cat, and a very beautiful one at that.
Those dark eyes were also looking at her quietly, as if they were sure that she was very much into his tricks.
Song Qingqing turned her head away and didn't look at him, but she couldn't help but secretly observe Wen Yuxi's condition with her peripheral vision.
When the pale, cold fingers held hers, Song Qingqing pursed her lips and asked him in a low voice, "Who beat you like this?"
Wen Yuxi's eyes flickered slightly, hiding the smug look in them. He smiled fragilely but firmly and shook his head.
"Qingqing, it's okay. I know that Master Lin and Captain Shen were just angry for a moment..."
You beat him up like this because you were angry?
The girl sitting on the hospital bed was very angry. She had completely forgotten about the stupid thing Wen Yuxi had done and was quite successfully blinded by the ghost.
Lin Hanchuan went to the Taoist temple to solve the repair matters and was treated coldly by Song Qingqing for several days after he came back. He was completely confused.
However, even when Song Qingqing was angry, she would just listen to people quietly, mind her own business, and never get angry at Lin Hanchuan.
But Lin Hanchuan just felt something was wrong.
So annoying, I want to die.
Finally, on the fifth day, Lin Hanchuan knocked on Shen Zhe's office door.
After hearing Lin Hanchuan's purpose, Shen Zhe sneered coldly and cursed in a low voice. Lin Hanchuan didn't hear clearly what he cursed Wen Yuxi for.
Shen Zhe raised his head from the case file, lifted his eyelids to glance at Lin Hanchuan, and said with a lukewarm smile: "Then you have to learn from Wen Yuxi, the tea spirit."
So, on the tenth day, the cold and snowy Taoist Priest Lin sat beside Song Qingqing while she was reading. He lowered his head, and the loose hair on his forehead brushed across the girl's fair face.
Song Qingqing felt a little itchy and subconsciously dodged.
Leng Bai's slender fingertips hooked the loose hair by Song Qingqing's ear and put it behind her ear, then Lin Hanchuan lowered his head slightly.
A warm breath with the scent of sandalwood lingered, and cool, thin lips approached. Lin Hanchuan gently bit the tip of her ear. The girl almost jumped up like a fertilized rabbit, and a slight blush spread from the back of her ear all the way to her face.
Lin Hanchuan spoke softly to Song Qingqing in a clear and pleasant voice.
"Qingqing, I know I was wrong."
Later, Song Qingqing was so angry that she grabbed Lin Hanchuan's shoulder-length black hair. This guy who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside didn't know he was wrong at all.
It was approaching the beginning of winter, and the temperature outside was much lower than the warm indoor temperature due to the cold air. The pages of the book made a rustling sound as they caught the falling water drops.
Lin Hanchuan reached out and held Song Qingqing's cold hands, saying lightly: "Because of the evil spirit, your hands and feet are very cold."
Perhaps because he was wrapped up, his usually clear and cold voice had a bit of hoarseness, and the decadent air of his nature made it sound strangely pleasant.
Song Qingqing covered the tip of her ear that he had been kissing, and argued in a low, broken voice: "No, it's not like that... I have a weak constitution to begin with."
"You need to get more sun to disperse the negative energy."
Song Qingqing frowned slightly, wrinkled her nose, and said with a bit of disgust, "You will get darker if you bask in the sun."
Lin Hanchuan chuckled and told her softly, "There's another way. Do you want to know?"
Song Qingqing nodded obediently, her almond-shaped eyes moist, which made her heart ache.
"Just look for me more often. Taoist priests have a lot of righteous energy."
Song Qingqing, whose head was a little dazed, raised her head and gently kissed Lin Hanchuan's thin lips, and asked him: "Is it like this?"
Lin Hanchuan remained silent, his clear and deep eyes were stained with a few strands of dark color, and there was a light blue shadow under his eyes.
He suddenly laughed, his ascetic and cold eyebrows, the smile and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eyes made him look like he was full of affection.
"Yeah, you learned it very well."
"Qingqing, do you want to stay at the Taoist temple for a few days?"
Song Qingqing, with wet eyelashes, was coaxed into agreeing in a daze, and completely forgot Shen Zhe's instructions.
Shen Zhe told her that although Lin Hanchuan looked cold and upright, he was actually a calculating and greedy liar.
In a sense, Shen Zhe was not wrong.
Later, this trip to the Taoist temple ended with Lin Hanchuan almost being beaten up by Shen Zhe and Wen Yuxi.
The heating in the room was turned on high. Under the hands-on guidance of Lin Hanchuan and Shen Zhe, Song Qingqing carefully folded the clothes in her hands, which came in various styles. Finally, she wrote the delivery address in the underworld and took it to the yard to burn after verifying that it was correct.
Song Qingqing squatted beside the brazier, the warm firelight illuminating her soft profile. She raised her head and smiled at Wen Yuxi,
"That way you'll have plenty of new clothes to wear."
Wen Yuxi lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with soft eyes.
"Um."
......
In the deep winter, it was snowing lightly in the city. Song Qingqing, who was jogging to class in her down jacket, passed by a tall girl.
Song Qingqing, who was holding a laptop, suddenly stopped and looked back at the person who passed by her. The snow was falling heavily, but it seemed to slow down at that moment.
The man had delicate features and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but he looked somewhat similar to Wen Yuxi, but not that similar.
It was also a bit like the little girl who hid in the haystack and covered her mouth with her hands and cried in the dream she had a long time ago.
It seems...
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and gave a sweet and soft smile. She hugged the computer tightly in her hand and walked back into the falling snow.
[Task progress confirmation and settlement...]
[The main mission was judged to be successful, the sub-mission was judged to be successful, the additional mission was judged to be successful, and the unfinished plot was revised.]
[Novice mission settlement completed...]
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