Chapter 6 Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 06 Hold Me...
It was not until the bus drove away and disappeared from sight that the red figure turned around and slowly disappeared into the white mist.
Wen Yuxi didn't intend to care about the Taoist priest. As long as it didn't hinder him, he would have no objection even if the Taoist priest caught all the ghosts outside the ancient town.
After all… the only stranger he wanted to join the game was the girl who approached him fearfully and recklessly.
A group of college students played in Zhaozhuang for three days. On the morning of the third day, they set out for Wencun, not far from Zhaozhuang.
However, the B&B's landlord, Mrs. Li, did not show up at the agreed time. The president checked the time on his phone several times and waited for more than an hour but still no one showed up. If he waited any longer, he would have to walk to Vancouver in the scorching sun at noon, which would be a real threat to his life.
The president thought for a while, put the key to the B&B on the table in the main room, and asked everyone to leave.
Song Qingqing, who was following behind the team, felt as if someone was looking at her from behind. She shuddered and turned her head to look.
But all I saw was a child in a white shroud sitting on a tree branch. His hair was as long as his earlobes, and he was quite delicate. His skin was very white. He looked to be about ten years old, with red lips and white teeth, and he looked very pretty.
Although the facial features looked somewhat familiar, Song Qingqing couldn't remember who the child looked like for a moment.
Seeing that Song Qingqing under the tree had discovered him, the child smiled at her with curved eyebrows and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
That smile seemed harmless at first glance, but upon closer inspection it was chilling.
The upward curve of the lips gives people a sense of excitement, but the pupils are dark and the bottom of the eyes cannot be seen, like a small animal excitedly chasing prey.
This child...
Because of this turn, he created some distance between himself and everyone else. Song Qingqing turned around and hurriedly caught up.
However, they did not expect that they arrived in Vancouver at an inopportune time. They heard the sound of suona from afar, as if a family was holding a funeral.
Wen Laosi, who had made an appointment with the president, was waiting at the entrance of the village. When he saw everyone coming, he hurried to greet them.
"Children, you are finally here. If you wait any longer, the sun will not wait for you."
As he spoke, Wen Lao Si, with a simple smile, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Zhou Yun came over with a smile and handed a bottle of water to the middle-aged Wen Lao Si: "Uncle, when we passed by just now, we seemed to hear someone holding a funeral. What happened?"
"Oh, don't mention it. It was the village chief's son and his family. They were in a car accident and fell into the reservoir when they were returning to their hometown. The whole family is gone..."
"I heard that his two-year-old grandson was held by his wife in the passenger seat. What a sin."
Song Qingqing had a bad feeling and she subconsciously stroked the jade ring hanging around her neck.
Because she was afraid that the ring would fall off, she found a red string and threaded it around her neck.
Almost instantly, she thought of the passing car Zhou Yun encountered when entering the town.
Song Qingqing couldn't help but look at Zhou Yun beside her worriedly.
Obviously, Zhou Yun also remembered it, because she accidentally noticed that the passenger seat of the passing car happened to be a woman holding a child. Thinking of this, a chill climbed up her spine little by little, and she began to shiver uncontrollably.
Seeing that she was trembling, Song Qingqing reached out and held Zhou Yun's cold right hand, rubbing her palm soothingly.
So that night when they stayed in Vancouver, Song Qingqing slept between Li Wei and Zhou Yun.
Song Qingqing felt like she was refining her fiery eyes and golden pupils in the Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace: "......"
Song Qingqing, who was soft-hearted and not good at refusing other people's requests, pursed her lips and turned over with difficulty like a piece of dough, but she was still too hot to hold back her tears.
Damn, it’s really hot.
Zhou Yun, who was half asleep, turned over and hugged Song Qingqing like an octopus, and said drowsily: "Qingqing... you are so cool and soft, it's so comfortable to hug you..."
"Hehe." Zhou Yun suddenly laughed and rubbed the girl's fair and beautiful face twice.
She was taken away by the evil ghost, the heroine Wen Yuxi, to be entertained for a whole night. How could the negative energy in her body not be cold?
But at this moment, a cold wind blew by, and Song Qingqing suddenly shivered.
Was it her illusion? She felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop a few degrees, and it came again...
The feeling of being stared at by that child in a white shroud during the day.
The window was pushed open with a creak, and a child with red lips and white teeth called out to Song Qingqing in a low voice.
"Sister Qingqing...Sister..."
The calls kept coming.
Song Qingqing turned around to face the wall, closed her eyes and tried to pretend that she didn't hear anything and fell asleep. She couldn't help but wonder, can the heroine Wen Yuxi only stay within the scope of Zhaozhuang?
The calling voice that sounded like a devil's voice slowly came from far away.
The voice calling her stopped abruptly, as if it had given up.
However, Song Qingqing heard a clear laugh, with the cunning and complacency of a teenager.
Song Qingqing turned around suddenly, and as expected, she saw the child in white clothes lying on the bed, looking at her with a smile. She sat up suddenly.
The young boy saw that Song Qingqing was frightened, and the smile on his face became even more beautiful, and his eyes curved into crescents.
He heard the other person trying hard to hold back tears and asking in a trembling voice what he was going to do.
The child, who looked to be in his early teens, thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Sister Qingqing, can you play with me?"
"I love my sister very much and I won't hurt her."
The young man smiled with his crescent eyes curved, thinking, this sister named Qingqing looks soft like a glutinous rice ball with a grassy smell, but she can actually see him at a glance, which is even more amazing than his sister.
The elder sister said that she would play hide-and-seek with Xiaoxi. He and her should hide together and not be discovered by the adults. Then the elder sister would come to find him.
But he wandered around Vancouver for a long time and no one came to look for him.
When Song Qingqing heard the young ghost say that he liked her, she became even more frightened.
The likes of ghosts cannot be trusted.
As mentioned in the plot synopsis, the ghosts like her brother Shen Zhe and the young Taoist priest very much because they look delicious and nutritious.
In a sense, it can be considered as liking something, but it is a liking for food.
Seeing Song Qingqing's little face turned pale with fright, the young man in white changed his expression faster than turning the pages of a book. His thick black eyelashes drooped and fluttered a few times like a small crow feather fan.
When she raised her eyelashes again, her dark eyeballs were covered with mist, like black jade wrapped in moisture, and her eye sockets were red.
Ghosts who died early were not very old to begin with, and now they look even more pitiful.
Seeing that he was about to cry, Song Qingqing bit her lips gently, her snow-white teeth pressing against his plump, crimson lips, looking very hesitant.
Seeing that Song Qingqing's attitude had obviously softened, the ghost boy carefully reached out and hooked her little finger.
The boy called her in a soft voice.
"elder sister"
"I won't be as cold as other evil spirits. If you don't believe me, just hug me."
Wen Yuxi, dressed in a red wedding dress, stood in front of the window, staring with his dark eyes, looking expressionlessly at his own scattered souls in the house and pretending to be pitiful with the girl.
Wen Yuxi knew that this soul had never left Wen Village and did not intend to point out any evil ghost, but he still subconsciously felt that the other party was just pretending to be pitiful and stepping on him.
Wen Yuxi knew that he had lost his soul. Perhaps he had lost a wisp of his soul when he was tortured by the ghosts of the ancestors of Zhaozhuang. However, he hated the place in the back mountain of Wen Village where his six evil spirits and five ghosts were buried. Moreover, this wisp of soul was particularly good at hiding, so he only found it now by following the soul's love for Song Qingqing.
The young boy in white was lying on the edge of the bed, looking at Song Qingqing with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his hand waiting for the girl in front of him to hug him.
Song Qingqing lowered her eyes and looked at him, a hint of pity flashing in her moist, clear eyes.
When this young man died, he was already so old that he probably didn't even know what death meant.
Especially since he was looking at him eagerly, like a cat afraid of being thrown out.
Song Qingqing finally succumbed to her own softness. She reached out and gently hugged the child in front of her.
It was actually just as it said. Although it was still cool and warm, it was much more comfortable than the cold and gloomy aura of the ghost bride Wen Yuxi.
So the child got more aggressive and took Song Qingqing out of the house, begging her: "Sister, can you play with me for a while?"
Song Qingqing thought about it for a while and agreed.
After all, the ghosts of dead children are mostly playful and mischievous, and it is common for them to pester people to play.
The children who were allowed to do so were so excited that they jumped up and down for joy.
But when he really took Song Qingqing to the back mountain of Wen Village, the child didn't know what he wanted Song Qingqing to play with him, so he suggested playing hide-and-seek.
Playing hide-and-seek with ghosts is no less than seeking death...
There are many plots in the story about playing hide-and-seek with ghosts and losing your soul when you are caught.
Song Qingqing looked around and saw a stack of red paper stacked next to a slope of earth. She walked over, squatted down, picked up the stone that was pressing the paper, picked up a piece of paper, and with a few nimble movements of her fingertips, she folded a square bag.
Song Qingqing turned her head and met the child's hopeful gaze.
She laughed and handed him the folded bag.
There was no light in the mountains behind Wen Village at night, only the pale silver moonlight.
But when it covers the girl, it becomes a gentle veil, and her smiling eyes are soft and hazy.
The child in white shroud took it carefully, his dark eyes bright as he looked at the red paper package in his hand, then at the smiling girl in front of him, his snow-white face full of disbelief and surprise.
"Sister! Is this for me?"
In fact, there are quite a few boys in the village who like to get together to take pictures of square buns. When little Wen Yuxi saw this, he was envious and curious, but whenever he got close to them, he would be pushed away.
For some reason, they didn't want to play with him. My sister said it was because they were ugly.
Song Qingqing held her chin, smiled, narrowed her eyes, and nodded: "Yes! For you."
"Sister Qingqing is so amazing! She can even stack blocks! I love this!"
Being looked at with such admiration by this little kid and being praised all the time, she actually felt like a king among children. The girl, who still had a childlike innocence, was obviously very happy.
I have to say, this little girl ghost is really good at talking.
Wen Yuxi was standing not far away, quietly watching the two heads, one big and one small, playing with the square buns together. The soul kept shouting excitedly from time to time.
When Wen Yuxi saw his soul win the square bag betting and blushingly asked Song Qingqing to kiss him, he suddenly felt that his soul was noisy.
When he was little, was he so good at acting like a spoiled child?
Just after Song Qingqing folded a few more red blocks for the little guy, she suddenly found that a gray-white mist had risen around her. Song Qingqing quickly stood up and looked around but didn't see him.
However, soon, Song Qingqing saw the young boy who was originally beside her being dragged forward by several tall black figures.
The skinny child struggled constantly, but it was of no use. The dark shadows surrounded by evil spirits roughly stuffed him into a small coffin.
The heavy coffin lid snapped shut, and before he was locked inside, Song Qingqing clearly heard his sharp cries.
He was calling for his father and mother to save him because he was afraid of the dark.
It was obvious that the coffin was tailor-made for this child.
Realizing this, Song Qingqing's shoulders began to tremble.
When Song Qingqing saw those ferocious black shadows taking out long nails and hammers from somewhere, she instantly understood what they were going to do. She acted faster than she thought and rushed over, but was restrained by a familiar cold aura.
It was Wen Yuxi, who grabbed the girl's wrist.
Her wrist was slender, and he could hold it tightly with one hand.
A hollow and sad sigh sounded in her ears.
"Don't look."
It wasn't a pretty sight.
Wen Yuxi stood behind the girl, his palms pressed against her ears, and his slender pale fingers covered her eyes.
"Don't listen."
The ghost covered his eyes and ears, and thus all the noisy and chaotic scenes were completely blocked out.
When Song Qingqing reflexively raised her hand to pull off his fingers that were as cold as ice, Wen Yuxi leaned over, his black hair brushing her earlobe, and he whispered two words to her.
"obedient."
Song Qingqing stopped moving, her warm and soft fingers tightly gripping Wen Yuxi's fingertips, her whole body trembling.
Even without seeing or hearing anything, she could imagine what the little girl was going through.
Although his hands were gentle and considerate, Wen Yuxi's expression was not good. There was a hint of murderous intent between his delicate eyebrows, and his dark eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him.
The dark shadows nailed long nails into the four corners of the coffin lid.
These nails are not used to nail coffins, but are used to fix the limbs of his ghost.
As the long nails were hammered down one by one, little Wen Yuxi in the coffin let out screams that became more and more shrill.
Children's voices are already sharp, let alone the cries of ghosts who died tragically and unjustly.
The evil shadows gathered together and whispered to each other, as if wondering how this little kid, who was only half a grown up, could be tortured for so long and not die, but instead his evil deeds and resentment became even more serious.
Wen Yuxi originally wanted to wait patiently and let the girl in his arms see with her own eyes what he had experienced day and night, but when the time came for her to see it, he was afraid of scaring her, after all, she was only so brave.
I won’t have the courage to be scared again.
Thinking of this, Wen Yuxi couldn't help laughing again. He lowered his head and moved close to Song Qingqing's neck, carefully absorbing the warmth and breath from her body. His nose brushed across her soft earlobe. The ghost's appetite for the souls of the living comes from instinct, and his restrained behavior at this moment fully reflects this appetite.
Song Qingqing's entire attention was focused on the child in the coffin, and she was completely unaware that Wen Yuxi's actions had already crossed the line.
After Wen Yuxi finally let her go and the group of evil shadows disappeared, Song Qingqing immediately rushed to the coffin buried in the pit and tried hard to pull out the long nails that were nailed into the coffin with her hands.
After finally pulling out all the nails, Song Qingqing pushed open the coffin lid with force. When she saw the appearance of little Wen Yuxi lying in the coffin, her legs almost went weak and she fell to her knees.
The young boy, who was originally pale, was now almost as pale as death, with a gray deathly aura. His limbs were pierced by the long nails, leaving bloody holes. Dark red blood was slowly flowing out, and the walls of the coffin were covered with mottled blood marks left by his fingernails.
The white shroud he was wearing had been dyed dark red.
The short black hair that reached the ears was wet with blood or sweat, and stuck to the side of the pale face.
It wasn't noticeable before because she was wearing white clothes, but now all the clothes have turned the same red.
A light bulb went off in Song Qingqing's head, and she finally understood where the strange sense of familiarity that the child's facial features gave her came from.
The girl kneeling in front of the coffin turned her head and looked at Wen Yuxi who was standing not far away.
The child lying in the coffin is clearly a smaller version of the heroine.
Wen Yuxi met the girl's soft and distressed gaze.
Her thin lips were lightly pursed, showing no sadness or joy.
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