Chapter 7 Urban Supernatural Story (Red and White Comedy) 07 The First Plate Repair...
Wen Yuxi didn't say anything, but when he saw Song Qingqing take a breath and tears were about to fall from her eyes, he spoke.
His dark eyes became clear, and the corners of his lips curved up into a smile.
Wen Yuxi, who was just smiling, looked like a strong and flexible little white flower ghost in the wind at this moment, which made people feel distressed.
Wen Yuxi smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, don't worry, it's like this day and night, I'm used to it."
Like this day and night?
The information inadvertently revealed in his words successfully made the girl feel more sorry for him.
As if realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag only after he had finished speaking, Wen Yuxi raised his hand to cover his lips and gave her an apologetic smile.
The heroine actually looks very pretty when she smiles, and it doesn’t remind people that she is a ghost, nor does it make people feel wary.
Song Qingqing bit her lower lip subconsciously. This was a habit she would perform when she was slow to think. She recalled her entire journey and realized that the ghost she had encountered when she first entered Xiangyun Ancient Town was probably Wen Yuxi.
In fact, from this point of view, the heroine Wen Yuxi did not seem to hurt her at all, and even protected herself inadvertently. Song Qingqing thought of the sinister car that drove straight past without stopping, which was probably also the work of Wen Yuxi.
The little Wen Yuxi in the coffin looks too much older than Wen Yuxi. Can ghosts grow up too?
Song Qingqing didn't notice that while she was thinking, Wen Yuxi beside her was looking at her.
The bottomless dark eyes reflected the girl's appearance as she tried hard to think and recall.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the mountain behind Wen Village is a cemetery mountain. This is where Wen Yuxi's body is actually buried. The tomb in Zhaozhuang's cemetery is just a fake one.
The damp and cold back mountain, the water vapor condensed in the middle of the night, and the girl's fair and delicate profile were clearly reflected in Wen Yuxi's eyes.
His eyes fell on the girl's slender back, and then slowly moved upwards, looking at her long and beautiful neck, and finally stopped at her soft lips, which were bitten by her and turned a beautiful bloody color.
Wen Yuxi's dark eyes moved slightly.
Song Qingqing, who was completely unaware, pinched her palm, turned her head and asked softly: "What is this..."
The moment she turned her head, Wen Yuxi withdrew his gaze and returned to his previous gentle and fragile appearance.
"My living soul." Wen Yuxi walked to the coffin and squatted down, pulling out a dark red cotton thread from somewhere.
Song Qingqing took a look at it and found that the color of the cotton thread seemed a bit strange. It was not the normal red, but more like it was dyed with paint.
Wen Yuxi wrapped the red thread around his own wrist and the wrist of his smaller self.
Little Wen Yuxi lying in the coffin seemed to come to his senses and struggled to escape. Wen Yuxi pulled the red line tightly and dragged his soul directly over.
Seeing this scene, Song Qingqing felt sorry for the young boy again. She reached out and carefully grasped Wen Yuxi's thin and strong wrist: "It was just frightened by an evil ghost. Don't scare it."
Wen Yuxi lowered his eyelashes, hiding the color in his eyes. He tilted his head and whispered to the girl, "This soul was the one I broke apart and escaped when I was tortured by those evil spirits. What you just saw were its memories."
"Because I lack this living soul, I often feel cold."
The implication is that this guy has never suffered any hardship, but he suffered a lot because of the absence of this guy.
Wen Yuxi paused and smiled, "When this soul returns to the body, Qingqing, you won't feel that I'm too cold anymore."
"I like you to hold me while I sleep."
"Well, you seemed to have said that this is called a bridal chamber?"
Wen Yuxi's shocking words frightened Song Qingqing so much that she froze. Her expression was blank, and her soft lips opened, but she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Song Qingqing silently observed Wen Yuxi's innocent smile, lowered her head and retracted her hand.
She felt as if she had accidentally led the heroine astray...
The crimson heat climbed up the side of the neck to the ears, and even the tips of the ears were red, as if they were about to drip blood.
Wen Yuxi turned his head, his drooping black hair covering his expressionless profile. He said wordlessly to his living soul, "You've been out of your body for decades. It's only because the evil spirit in the mountains behind Wen Village is strong enough, otherwise you would have been torn apart long ago."
"Hasn't returned to the body yet?"
Little Wen Yuxi raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on his already grown-up self.
"Will you hurt her?"
"Won't."
"The ghost energy, yin energy and evil spirit in you are so strong that it will hurt her."
"I'll keep it."
Little Wen Yuxi was silent for a long time, then asked in a low voice: "Will Sister come back to find us?"
Wen Yuxi took a deep breath and almost couldn't suppress the ghost energy escaping from his body.
Decades and nearly a hundred years have passed. Even if he had lived for so long, he should have died and reincarnated long ago. In Wen Yuxi's opinion, the question asked by his own soul was even a little stupid.
After all, this is also one of his obsessions.
By some strange coincidence, he died tragically with a huge resentment in his heart.
Wen Yuxi originally wanted to tell it directly and coldly that it would not, and even those two words were about to come out of his mouth, but in the end, he changed his mind.
"Yes."
After receiving all the answers, the white soul relaxed and turned into a white shadow that disappeared into the dark shadow.
Wen Yuxi closed his eyes and let out a cold sigh.
The thick white cold fog gradually dissipated, and Song Qingqing saw that the soul had disappeared, and it must have returned to Wen Yuxi.
After doing all this, Wen Yuxi brought Song Qingqing back to the room where he lived before his death. Although it was a little shabby, it was clean and tidy.
Song Qingqing skillfully lay down on the inside of the bed.
But Wen Yuxi did not lie down. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Song Qingqing with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking.
Although Song Qingqing was slow-witted, she could sense that the other person was not in a good mood, and was even a little gloomy.
Maybe it’s because I’m reliving an unpleasant experience from the past?
The well-behaved girl sat up from the bed, her long black hair draped behind her in a messy manner, with a few strands of hair sticking up mischievously. She stretched out her hands in the direction of Wen Yuxi, her smile was soft and pure, and her eyes curved into beautiful little crescents.
"I'm so hot, can you hold me while I sleep?"
Wen Yuxi stared at her with his dark eyes, and suddenly he felt a tingling and itchy sensation in the palm of his hand, which spread like spider silk.
Song Qingqing felt a little uneasy under his stare and whispered, "Is it not possible?"
Wen Yuxi answered her by leaning over. He put his arm around the girl who was sitting on the bed and pulled her over to sit on his lap. One hand was on her slender waist, and the other hand was caressing the butterfly bones on her back.
When she was nervous and scared, her spine would tense up and the bones in this area would involuntarily shrink and tremble.
"Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Wen Yuxi lowered his head, and his nose slowly and patiently stroked the girl's fragile and warm neck. His breath was cold and moist, and his cold lips seemed to have touched her unintentionally.
He felt icy cold all over, but it was much better than the biting cold before. Holding him felt like holding a piece of ice at just the right temperature.
So much so that Song Qingqing didn't realize that it was not only Wen Yuxi's face and nose that touched the side of her neck, but also his tongue tip licking it.
Song Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, raised her hand with a smile, and stroked Wen Yuxi's head like a cat.
The touch of the hair was also cool, and she smelled the damp sandalwood scent on Wen Yuxi again. She couldn't help but lower her head and get closer to Wen Yuxi to smell it carefully, to make sure that it was coming from him.
Wen Yuxi felt the girl's warm breath on his neck, and his cold fingertips unconsciously stroked her waist.
"What's wrong?"
Song Qingqing shook her head: "The sandalwood scent on you smells nice, but it smells a little damp."
Wen Yuxi's fingertips paused slightly because the mountain behind Wen Village where his body was buried was damp.
Just as the man and the ghost were hugging each other, Song Qingqing's cell phone, which was placed on the bedside, suddenly vibrated, and the light from the screen was particularly conspicuous in the dark room.
Song Qingqing climbed down from Wen Yuxi's body, reached for her cell phone, and found that it was Shen Zhe calling.
Wen Yuxi approached quietly and clearly saw a string of numbers displayed on the phone screen... and the name of the number owner - Shen Zhe.
This is probably a male name.
When Song Qingqing saw who was calling, she almost couldn't sit still.
Because Shen Zhe is the captain of the Supernatural Administration's investigation team, and Wen Yuxi, who sits next to him with a strong presence and a cold air, happens to be the kind of supernatural being Shen Zhe wants to investigate...
If Shen Zhe and Wen Yuxi knew each other's existence, who knows whether the blame for those ghost murders in the plot would be put on Wen Yuxi in advance.
Song Qingqing felt that Wen Yuxi was definitely not the mastermind behind the murders in the original plot.
Because at least until now, the heroine has always appeared pitiful and fragile in front of her, and the reason why she has such deep resentment is also completely clear.
No matter how good a person's character is, being tortured by those evil guys year after year and day after day, it would be a blessing if they didn't go crazy.
The phone had been vibrating for a while, and Song Qingqing was hesitating whether to answer it.
"Don't answer?"
"He seemed to be in a hurry."
I dialed several times in a row.
Wen Yuxi moved closer and asked Song Qingqing considerately, but frightened the girl so much that her hands shook and she almost dropped her phone to the ground.
Song Qingqing turned her head and whispered to Wen Yuxi, "Don't talk when I answer the phone."
After hearing this, Wen Yuxi smiled with his eyebrows curved, and agreed to her request with a harmless smile: "Okay, I won't say anything."
Song Qingqing hesitated, but finally closed her eyes, made up her mind, and clicked the green connect button.
"Hello, brother?"
elder brother?
Wen Yuxi lowered his eyes, and the darkness in his eyes dissipated slightly.
But, if he is her brother, why is his last name Shen?
Shen Zhe's usual calm and indifferent voice came from the phone, with a hint of almost imperceptible irritation.
"Where did you travel?"
Song Qingqing didn't know that Shen Zhe was sitting in the study at home. The lights were not on in the study, only the dim light of the computer screen.
He had just returned from his investigation mission today and was about to log into the supernatural forum on his computer to check the latest news, but he discovered a browsing record for the Xiangyun Ancient Town travel guide in the history records.
There is no doubt that the only person who would come back to this house during the holidays while he is not around and use the study computer to check things is Song Qingqing.
Xiangyun Ancient Town happens to be one of the major investigation points arranged by the bureau. However, because it is too far away from the city, the terrain is closed and transportation is inconvenient, and there are almost no reports of living people entering and disappearing there, it has been given priority behind other investigation points.
But now, Song Qingqing ran there.
Shen Zhe originally had no intention of caring about it. The danger level of Xiangyun Ancient Town was not high. At most, he would just scare the group of college students. He had a mountain of affairs to deal with and had no energy to take care of these trivial matters.
But when Shen Zhe was looking at the forum page for supernatural events, he inappropriately recalled the time when he called Song Qingqing a few days ago and she called him "brother".
The other party called him brother gently in a cautious and soft tone.
With such a small courage, Shen Zhe clicked the mouse impatiently and closed the forum page directly.
He could almost imagine how pitiful Song Qingqing, who was so timid, would look when she was scared by a ghost. She would probably be crying.
What the hell, what on earth does he want her for?!
I'm afraid it's been possessed by evil spirits.
Shen Zhe threw the mouse in his hand away, took out a cigarette from his uniform pocket, lit it but did not smoke it.
Suddenly, his fingertips were burned by the burnt cigarette. Irritated, Shen Zhe put out the cigarette, turned on his cell phone before he thought, and dialed Song Qingqing's number.
When he heard Song Qingqing's voice, even Shen Zhe himself didn't notice that he seemed to feel a little relieved in his heart.
Song Qingqing hesitated for a long time and didn't say anything. Shen Zhe asked coldly, "Did you go to Xiangyun Ancient Town?"
"Um."
Song Qingqing thought Shen Zhe might be worried about her safety, so she whispered, "Don't worry, brother. We will be back tomorrow."
"I'm going to the cemetery in a couple of days. If you go, come back quickly. Where are you in the ancient town now?"
When Shen Zhe heard the words "don't worry", his brows frowned slightly.
Who worries about her?
A girl's soft voice came from the other end: "Brother, we are in Vancouver now."
Shen Zhe frowned even more tightly. He looked at the information interface found on the bureau's intranet and his voice became serious and calm.
"Do you know what a place like Vancouver is?"
"Forty years ago, there was a wildfire in Vancouver. Few people escaped alive. Since then, Vancouver has become a deserted village..."
Before Shen Zhe could finish his words, a scream from a girl came from the other end.
Then the voice stopped abruptly. The phone was not hung up, but only the noise of crackling could be heard.
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