Chapter 9 Urban Supernatural Fiction (Red and White Comedy) 09 Brother, I’m Afraid…
"Are you leaving?"
Seeing that the girl did not answer his question immediately, it asked the third time patiently. The damp and cold breath almost enveloped her whole body, penetrating every pore from her ears, lips and teeth to every pore on her skin, making her tremble uncontrollably.
And the moist sandalwood scent lingered faintly at the tip of Song Qingqing's nose.
Song Qingqing couldn't hear the hidden danger in Wen Yuxi's tone, but she could keenly sense that he seemed unhappy, so she said softly, "Our club's travel plan is only four days, and I have to go back to class."
Wen Yuxi did not show up.
All that could be heard around was the silent chirping of cicadas.
Song Qingqing felt the shackles around her wrists and waist suddenly tighten, and something cold like ice seemed to be stuffed into her mouth, and cold water flowed into her throat.
The pressure was a bit too tight, Song Qingqing felt like she could hardly breathe, and she began to feel scared belatedly.
Even though the heroine Wen Yuxi acted completely harmless in front of her during this period and died at the age of only ten, she was still a ghost in the final analysis.
Tears wet the corners of her eyes. Song Qingqing choked and began to cough continuously.
Wen Yuxi finally showed up, still wearing the gorgeous bright red wedding dress with gold embroidery, but she didn't wear the golden crown. She let her black hair down, with a few strands hanging in front of her forehead, revealing a gloomy feeling.
Song Qingqing's vision was blurred by the mist, and she could only vaguely see Wen Yuxi approaching her.
The ghost bride with exquisite features lowered her head, with a heavy look of death between her brows. She stared at Song Qingqing for a long time, then slowly raised her hand. Her fingertips painted with bright red nail polish gently brushed across the corners of her eyes, wiping away the tears from her eyes.
Song Qingqing shivered at the cold temperature of his fingertips.
But the words Wen Yuxi said were definitely not as gentle as the way he wiped his tears: "Qingqing, have you forgotten that I am a fierce ghost who cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation?"
"Have you ever experienced the pain of slowly suffocating, being swallowed up bit by bit by darkness, scratching your nails into the coffin until they bleed?"
The bony and slender hand moved down along the cheek and gently grasped the back of the girl's neck.
"I have been wandering in this dead and deserted ancient town for nearly a hundred years. My soul cannot rest in peace even after death, and I am tortured by the ancestral ghosts in the Zhao family ancestral hall."
"Qingqing, do you know where those ancestral graves in Zhaozhuang Cemetery, dating back decades ago, came from?"
Wen Yuxi laughed: "Why don't you stay in this ancient town with me?"
A smile appeared on his pale and beautiful face, but this smile was filled with a chilling coldness: "There are no strangers, and there are no things from the ancestral hall..."
It seemed to be crazy and completely ignored Song Qingqing's question about whether he wanted to go with her. At this moment, his heart was constantly clamoring to keep her.
Wen Yuxi lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the girl's, staring at her with his dark eyes motionlessly.
But when he met those misty tearful eyes, Wen Yuxi stopped. The girl's beating pulse was under the tip of his thumb. He finally slowly loosened the grip on her neck.
He was originally greedy for her warmth and softness, and he couldn't bear to let go of the cold and hard corpse.
At this moment, Wen Yuxi could clearly feel her soft body trembling.
She was afraid of him.
But just now, the girl was calling his name like a spoiled child.
Song Qingqing trembled, closed her eyes gently, and prepared to be cannon fodder and fail the mission in advance.
She hadn't had time to gain the favor of Shen Zhe and Lin Hanchuan, and she probably hadn't gained enough favor with the heroine Wen Yuxi, otherwise Wen Yuxi wouldn't have wanted to kill her.
However, she was still a little afraid of the pain, especially since Wen Yuxi had just described to her in detail the feeling of suffocation.
"Can you be faster?"
Song Qingqing pleaded with him in a low voice.
A hot teardrop fell on the back of Wen Yuxi's hand, as if it wanted to burn this evil ghost. His thick, black eyelashes like crow feathers drooped, and he suddenly let go of his hand.
The biting cold around them disappeared in an instant, and even the fog gradually dissipated.
Song Qingqing stood there, not daring to move. After a long time, she carefully opened her eyes, but did not see Wen Yuxi.
When she asked Wen Yuxi if he wanted to leave the ancient town with her just now, he seemed not to have listened at all.
Could it be that Wen Yuxi was not happy with her? He just liked to take advantage of her without asking?
After all, when they first entered the ancient town, he quietly approached her and took the red ribbon.
But now Wen Yuxi is missing, maybe she can go back to the ancient town during the holidays and take him away.
Song Qingqing puffed up her face in frustration, then shook her head and sighed helplessly.
As expected, humans and ghosts are different. She, a mentally healthy, optimistic and cheerful person, cannot fully understand the thoughts of ghosts.
But she was not wrong. Song Qingqing, with eyes as red as a rabbit, wiped away the tears that had turned cold on her face with the back of her hand. The corners of her lips rose slightly, revealing a bit of a cunning and foolish taste.
She seemed to have discovered that her tears were particularly useful to Wen Yuxi.
Wen Yuxi was not wrong about one thing. She was indeed a proud bird on a branch. Although she looked soft and dull at ordinary times, she was very sensitive to people's emotions. Once she sensed the bottom line, she would jump around in people's hearts and test them repeatedly.
After wiping away her tears and finding the suitcase, Song Qingqing realized that with the disappearance of Wen Yuxi, the grayish-white fog also gradually dissipated. She dragged her small suitcase and continued walking out of the village on the stone-strewn mountain road.
Wen Village was deathly silent at night. The only sound she could hear was her own irregular breathing and the faint sound of the suitcase wheels rolling over stones. Song Qingqing was a little scared, but she didn't dare to stop and stay where she was.
Now that Wen Yuxi was no longer following her, other ghosts were probably going to come out. Song Qingqing held back the tears in her eyes and continued walking forward while biting her lip. She still had to find Zhou Yun and Li Wei. They were missing, and she didn't know if she had encountered any evil spirits.
A few hours ago, a black investigation team car drove out of the city.
There was a heavy rainstorm in the city at night. The rain was so heavy that the old LED red light signs in the night market turned into a blurred bright red in the water vapor created by the raindrops.
Lin Hanchuan, who had just bought ritual supplies at the night market, was standing in front of a closed convenience store, sheltering from the rain, with a backpack on his back.
He didn't bring an umbrella, and his white T-shirt became damp from the rain and stuck to his body, outlining his slender waist and well-defined chest. The sticky, wet and cold touch was not pleasant. Lin Hanchuan frowned and pulled at his collar twice to try not to let the clothes stick to him.
The hair that was originally neatly tied up by the branches was now a little messy. Lin Hanchuan simply raised his hand and let his hair down. His shoulder-length hair fell down, and the broken hair on his forehead was still dripping with water. Combined with his cold eyebrows at this time, he seemed a little inhuman.
Lin Hanchuan frowned and opened his mobile phone. He looked at the balance display interface for a long time and finally asked a question lightly.
“Where did my money go?”
The weather was bad and there was almost no money. Lin Hanchuan's mood was at its worst at this moment.
Carrying a backpack to work every day is like carrying an urn to visit a grave. Thinking about taking orders from wealthy families to consult feng shui and perform rituals, Lin Hanchuan's already depressed mood became even worse.
A car sped past not far away. Lin Hanchuan, who was carrying a large bag, raised his eyelids to take a look, then stopped looking.
To ordinary people, it was just an ordinary black car, but Lin Hanchuan could clearly see the logo and amulet on the rear of the car.
His master had mentioned that sign to him, saying that there was a department in the city that was specifically responsible for investigating supernatural events, and that if he was interested, he could submit his resume to this department.
This car should be the special car of the management bureau.
However, what does it have to do with him? Lin Hanchuan withdrew his gaze indifferently. He had no interest in joining such a department.
I hope we won’t have anything to do with each other in the future, he thinks it’s too troublesome.
Song Qingqing walked for a long time and did not see her fellow companions from the club. Instead, she saw Grandma Li muttering to herself under a tree, not knowing what she was doing.
Why did Granny Li appear in Wencun? Shouldn't she be in Zhaozhuang?
Wen Yuxi had mentioned Grandma Li to Song Qingqing before, telling her not to bother with her and to stay away from her if she met her.
This old fellow was from Lijiazhuang, but he did some shady things. He was what people in the ancient town called a ghost matchmaker. As for the ghost matchmaker who was giving a blessing outside the window that night, he was already dead. Because he had done evil things in his life, he naturally could not rest in peace after his death.
In order to please the evil ghost Wen Yuxi so that it would be easier for her to do matchmaking business in the future, she came up with the bad idea of giving out red envelopes for tourists to pick up.
As for why Song Qingqing was asked to go further away...
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and recalled that time when Wen Yuxi held her in his arms and said something calmly.
"If you do too much evil, you will eventually perish. This person has very bad luck. You should stay away from her from now on."
Well, it seems that it would be better for her to ignore it and pretend not to see it.
Song Qingqing's fingers, which were holding the suitcase handle, curled slightly, and her palms were a little sweaty. She was about to slip past Grandma Li without looking around, but she heard her calling her.
"Qingqing."
Song Qingqing continued walking forward without looking back, silently repeating in her heart, "Don't look back, don't look back."
"Are you looking for your classmates?"
Huh? Did she see Zhou Yun and Li Wei?
Song Qingqing turned her head faster than she thought, but when she saw the old man's bruised face, she was so scared that she almost screamed.
Granny Li obviously hadn't realized she was dead yet. With her bloody face on, she approached the girl and stuffed a few banknotes into her hand. "Grandma thinks your two classmates are pretty good. This money is a gift from Grandma to them."
As he spoke, a piece of skin fell off the old man's upper lip. "They were so rude when they saw me just now. They ran away without even saying hello."
Who wouldn't run away when seeing you like this?
Song Qingqing lowered her head and took a closer look. The banknotes in her hand were not money at all, but ghost money.
Song Qingqing stuffed the money back into Grandma Li's hand, turned around and ran away dragging her suitcase.
The other party's haunting voice could still be heard from behind. The old man was obviously displeased, and his voice became sharp: "You young people, why are you so rude nowadays?"
After a while, he became as kind as before.
"Qingqing, can you help grandma?"
Song Qingqing was so scared that she didn't even want to take the suitcase anymore. She just left it behind and ran away. She ran in such a panic that she didn't know where to go, but she didn't expect to hit a wall.
Song Qingqing, who was dizzy from the collision, covered her forehead with her hands.
No, it didn't seem to be a wall. She seemed to have bumped into someone's arms. The embrace was broad and very safe, and the person on the chest was warm. It was a living person!
With the man's arm supporting her waist, Song Qingqing held her dizzy head to steady herself. She only saw the black tight sports vest the man was wearing, with the initials of CMA embroidered on the chest, and the lines of the waist were clearly visible.
She had a vague impression of the abbreviation, as if it was a vague memory of the letter logo on someone's uniform jacket.
Song Qingqing's hand was still on the other person's chest. She subconsciously pressed it twice more, and her hand felt very elastic.
"Song Qingqing, what are you doing?"
The man's face instantly turned expressionless, and he questioned her in an almost cold tone, reaching out to pull the girl who was clinging to him down.
When Song Qingqing heard this familiar cold voice, she didn't have the courage to raise her head.
She remembered that this was the voice of her adopted brother Shen Zhe.
The girl, realizing what she had done, pursed her lips and didn't dare to speak at all. She buried her head in his chest, tightly hugged Shen Zhe's strong waist with both hands, and almost shrank into his arms, looking like she wanted to stay in and never come out.
Her slender, smooth shoulders trembled slightly, indicating that she was very uneasy, like a cub that had found the shelter of an adult bird's nest.
The girl curled up in Shen Zhe's arms said to him in a trembling voice,
"Brother...Brother, I'm so scared."
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