Chapter 103 Water Ghost 26
The comfort of the bed in the rented house is incomparable to the mattress in Zhou Qingyan's home. Yu Jiao was not spoiled when she was young. She lived in a small storage room with her sister, which made her sister more resolute. Yu Jiao was just the opposite. In the first month after she started working, she bought a massager for her sister, spending most of her salary on it. The rest of the money was gradually used on rent, and she decorated the cold house into a warm and comfortable one.
Perhaps it was because she slept deeply, or perhaps it was because she had been tense ever since Zhou Qingyan appeared, the nightmare that had not visited her for several days finally came.
In the dream, she was all alone and helpless. Facing the evil spirits coming from all directions, she could only hug herself and slowly shrink into the corner. Seeing those blue-white fingers about to grab her, her screams finally worked, and someone gently patted her shoulder.
Yu Jiao suddenly opened her eyes.
Her breath was still unstable when the man's lips fell down. His lips, covered with sticky liquid, moved along her forehead, which was oozing with cold sweat due to nightmares. He slowly sucked until he touched her open lips. There was no intention of stopping, and he moistened her lips which were so dry that they were a little chapped.
Zhou Qingyan looked visibly happy. Usually, no matter what happened, his brows were always shrouded in gloom. Perhaps it was because he returned to his home and saw his beloved woman lying on the mattress, sheets and quilts he had prepared for their wedding. He felt as if he was thrown into a wok and rolled around, and he felt the burning beating of his heart again.
"Jiaojiao," he lowered his back, clasped his hands on top of her head, and kept touching her face with his lips, as if Yujiao's face was covered with tempting spices, letting him lick again and again, never satisfied. Yujiao finally couldn't help but turn her head away. Zhou Qingyan was stunned, then bit her face as if nothing had happened. "Jiaojiao kept shouting for help. What kind of nightmare did you have?"
Yu Jiao was still terrified. Although Zhou Qingyan's tone was gentle, she still felt an inexplicable fear, as if a sharp sword was pressing against her head, ready to strike down at any moment. Zhou Qingyan was the source of the evil spirit in her dreams. She knew deep down that she had to compromise in front of him and do her best to meet his demands, but she just couldn't bear to do so...
Why?
He is a ghost and she is a human, so can he kiss her whenever he wants?
Yu Jiao felt it was unfair. She tilted her head. Zhou Qingyan's fingers were about to clamp her chin, forcing her to bear it, but she shrank into the quilt, hiding her face, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't always touch me... We're not in a relationship! Zhou Qingyan... your hands, your hands, be quiet..."
Even with the quilt as a barrier, Yu Jiao still felt the temperature around her suddenly drop. For a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of the water on the lake freezing. She was glad that she moved quickly enough. If she had faced Zhou Qingyan's uncontrollable anger now, she would not only have no courage, but she might even be scared to death.
After finally accepting the fact that Zhou Qingyan was a ghost and that he was haunting her, the next moment, she came to the house he bought during his lifetime and discovered those incredible and terrifying things!
Yu Jiao found it difficult to remain calm.
Fortunately, Zhou Qingyan didn't forcefully pull her out of the quilt. He stared at the quilt in front of him with a gloomy face, his mind constantly thinking about what she said about them having nothing to do with each other. The vein on his forehead bulged like a spasm and then sank. After a moment, he returned to his gentle demeanor and whispered in Yu Jiao's ear: "You're not disgusted, but you really enjoy it... Jiaojiao, you're really enjoying it, right?"
Yu Jiao, who was buried in the quilt, blushed and shook her head: "...I didn't."
"Little liar," Zhou Qingyan's lips drooped suddenly, and black mist instantly filled the entire room. He still maintained a gentle attitude and whispered in her ear: "If there is no, then there is no... After all, I am just Jiaojiao's pursuer now. I want to pursue you and please you. Jiaojiao, don't refuse."
Just before Yu Jiao started to argue with him, Zhou Qingyan reached into the quilt and stuffed his five fingers hard between her fingers. He did the same with his other hand, pulling her up while saying, "Don't stay stuck in there anymore. Get up and eat."
The kitchen was fully equipped with utensils. Zhou Qingyan prepared a table full of delicious dishes to celebrate their move, all of which were single-person portions. Yu Jiao lowered her head to eat, and when she looked up, she saw Zhou Qingyan's obsessed eyes, and her back stiffened with fright.
Staring at her with that look while she was eating, it was hard for her not to suspect that he wanted to wait until she was full before swallowing her up...
Yu Jiao filled her stomach as quickly as possible. Zhou Qingyan carried the dishes into the kitchen to wash them. She felt a brief sense of guilt and stared at his back in thought - the way they were getting along now was too weird, but she couldn't think of how to change it.
Zhou Qingyan was clearly still interested in her. Leaving him... Yu Jiao couldn't do it. Not only did she lack the ability, she also lacked the courage. But should she agree to his request for a relationship? Would he be like most human men, not cherishing her once he got her, and then abandon her, leaving her free...
In just a blink of an eye, Yu Jiao came to her senses and was surprised to find that she was surrounded by spider-like black lines. These lines were more like black air frozen into sharp and thin ice lines, wrapping her around like a silkworm chrysalis. Zhou Qingyan in the kitchen grabbed the wall with one hand to stabilize his body, and covered the gaping wound on his chest with the other hand, his gaze cast towards her like a muffled thunder in the sky.
Yu Jiao was entangled inside and couldn't move. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhou Qingyan walking towards her in panic and helplessness. The dark gaze was like a substance that pressed down on her and made it hard for her to breathe.
"Zhou Qingyan..." she called out uneasily.
Zhou Qingyan suddenly fell on her, scaring Yu Jiao so much that she trembled all over and almost jumped up from the sofa. After calming down, she found that the cut on Zhou Qingyan's chest that had been sewn with needle and thread was broken, revealing the chest cavity wrapped in black blood vessels. His whole body was exposed to terrifying dark red veins, crawling all over his skin.
He curled up in Yu Jiao's arms, trying to close the huge open mouth with trembling hands, but it was in vain. The silk thread used to sew it had broken and fell to the ground.
Even though Yu Jiao was terrified, she had lived with Zhou Qingyan for a period of time, and she already had a good coping strategy for sudden terrifying things. Her body's stress response was merely a dull brain and a cold and stiff body. Fortunately, this stress response only lasted a few seconds.
She casually lifted the cushions on the sofa and stuffed them into Zhou Qingyan's arms: "Don't worry, the rip in your chest can be mended later. Just bear with me while I get the needle and thread... Do you have needle and thread at home?"
Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything for a while before pointing to the torn silk thread on the ground: "Jiaojiao... help me get the thread. It's at the kitchen door."
Yu Jiao tried to struggle against the ice thread wrapped around her. At first, when she tried to push hard, the thread tightened as if they were afraid she would escape. Later, they reacted and let go of her. She handed the thread to Zhou Qingyan, and then saw him trying to stuff the blood-stained thread back into his chest. When he found that he couldn't, he simply swallowed it into his mouth.
“…”
Yu Jiao stood there in shock.
Zhou Qingyan curled up on the sofa and gave her a weak smile: "This is the first time Jiaojiao helped me sew the lines on my chest. I don't want it to leave my body... Don't be afraid, can you sit next to me?"
Yu Jiao sat over there.
Zhou Qingyan immediately hugged her waist and shrunk into her arms. Yu Jiao suspected that if the size difference between them wasn't so huge, Zhou Qingyan might have asked her to hold him in her arms, in the same position as holding a child.
"What happened to you?" Yu Jiao stared at him. "Why did your chest suddenly crack? And you look very abnormal."
Zhou Qingyan sniffed Yu Jiao's breath with satisfaction: "I'm fine, Jiaojiao, don't worry about me. As long as you are by my side, I will be fine soon... I like Jiaojiao so much. If Jiaojiao is not by my side, I may not be able to bear it for even a moment. Don't move, let me hold you."
Yu Jiao rolled her eyes and leaned back on the sofa in a more comfortable position. Zhou Qingyan quickly came up to her, like a fish chasing splashes, unable to survive out of water. He was left half a step away from Yu Jiao, and she felt suffocated and breathless.
Zhou Qingyan wasn't breathing. Yu Jiao couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. She stared at him intently, wondering why he had changed like this. At the moment she was lost in thought, Zhou Qingyan's body changed again. He couldn't even maintain his shape, and turned into a soft, viscous mass.
I remember it!
Back then in the supermarket, he melted into a liquid state. When he solidified into a human form again, he became even more solid, and even his abilities seemed to be getting stronger. So can it be understood that the process of melting into liquid is equivalent to reorganizing the body, and when the process is completed, he will become even more powerful.
So the question is - the first time his body shape was closer to that of a human and he could even walk freely under the sun, so what changes will happen to him after he undergoes body reconstruction again?
Yu Jiao shuddered.
Inexplicably, I always feel that this will not be a direction that is beneficial to her.
After a while, she heard Zhou Qingyan's weak voice echoing in her ears: "If you are bored, just walk around the house. This place will be yours in the future. You should get familiar with it. I will stay here for a while..."
Before Zhou Qingyan finished speaking, Yu Jiao stood up and left the sofa without any reluctance, leaving behind only a pool of thick substance whose original appearance could not be seen. The color had darkened several degrees, and a cold and gloomy aura continued to emanate from it.
Then there was a sigh.
Yu Jiao didn't have time to guess what Zhou Qingyan was feeling. Her clothes were almost wet. When Zhou Qingyan had a living body, he could still control liquids, but he had turned into a pool of sticky water, and Yu Jiao was covered in dark red liquid.
She changed into clean clothes, went into the bathroom to shower, and without going to the living room, she went straight back to the bedroom and lay on the bed.
If it wasn't already night time, Yu Jiao would have wanted to take advantage of Zhou Qingyan's weakest time to leave. Ever since Zhou Qingyan was no longer afraid of the sun, Yu Jiao had hardly ever been separated from him. He would always wait for her in an inconspicuous corner, and she could even see him standing in the corridor at the door during class. Gradually, Yu Jiao got used to it - she just thought he was a ghost, and he was indeed a ghost.
She fell asleep in bed without realizing it, and when she opened her eyes again, she was woken up by a bone-chilling coldness. The bedroom was covered with black silk threads, and the ice layer wrapped in the black air occasionally dropped ice particles. Yu Jiao lifted the quilt and found that the bedroom door could not be opened. She banged on it several times, but there was no response from the people outside.
"How could this be?" Yu Jiao muttered, "I should have left the door a crack... Zhou Qingyan? Zhou Qingyan! Open the door!"
There was no response from outside the door.
Yu Jiao waited for a while with her back to the door, thinking about how long Zhou Qingyan needed to condense his body last time. It wasn't very long, and she gradually felt relieved. Although her body was no longer afraid of the cold after Zhou Qingyan's changes, she still felt cold psychologically when she suddenly saw the whole room covered with ice.
There were four large cabinets under the bed in the bedroom. She wanted to look inside to see if there were any extra quilts, but they were empty. There was a damp smell of wood that had not been opened for a long time in the cabinets. In the cabinet closest to the bed, Yu Jiao found a stack of photo paper and a notebook.
She closed the cupboard door.
Lying on the bed, her heart still beating fast, Yu Jiao's eyes kept replaying the photo she had just glanced at - it was hers, and after cutting out Cheng He, only her photo paper was left.
After staying quietly for a few minutes, Yu Jiao gathered her courage and squatted beside the cabinet. She glanced at the door sealed by ice, opened the cabinet with peace of mind, and took out the neatly stacked photo papers inside. Every photo in it was of her, some of her alone, some of her and Cheng He together, and even the photos with other people were cropped so that only her was left.
The fingers that were holding the photo papers turned white due to the force. The neatly stacked photo papers were scattered in the cabinet due to the trembling of her fingers. The same faces on those photo papers were smiling or crying sadly. Even though she knew that the people in the photo papers were herself, she still felt terrified.
That's nothing.
Yu Jiao slowly knelt, as if something terrifying was lurking in the closet, ready to flee at any moment. As a child, her aunt and uncle were reluctant to spend a penny on her, so she and her sister would pick up discarded books from their cousins. She still vividly remembered the story of Bluebeard, believing the heroine had simply suppressed her curiosity and not opened the door, or hidden the key to avoid getting it stained with blood. All her assumptions were rendered useless when the reality unfolded before her.
Her hand reached for the notebook deep in the cabinet.
Open the notebook.
The contents of the first page made her feel relieved.
It’s just a diary that Zhou Qingyan uses to record his feelings.
She had no habit of prying into other people's privacy and was about to close the notebook and put it back where it belonged, but her reason told her that there must be a reason why this notebook and the photos were placed together. How could it be an ordinary diary?
With this thought in mind, she flipped through the notebook and suddenly stopped at a page in the middle. The paper was no longer clean and spotless as before. Black handwriting was all over the paper. Some were printed on the side of the hand, and some were smeared randomly. The whole paper was covered with messy black handwriting, which was depressing and dark.
Words gradually began to appear on the paper at the back.
At first, the words "Yu Jiao" were neatly written, but later they became irregular smears. The whole paper was covered with the two words "Yu Jiao". Occasionally, a line of illegible words appeared, and the words "pain" and "death" could be vaguely seen...
Yu Jiao held her breath. Ever since she saw her name, the chill rising from the soles of her feet went straight to the back of her head. She felt numb as if she was nailed to the spot.
——He is indeed a pervert.
——He just disguised himself too well when he was alive.
—No, no…
If the handwriting on the next few pages is clear, even the paper will appear much cleaner.
The first words are:
"How can Cheng He be so brave as to be her boyfriend? He's not even worthy of carrying Yu Jiao's shoes! Not worthy! Break up, break up, break up, break up, break up!"
"I saw Yu Jiao, she is still so beautiful. It would be better if Cheng He wasn't by her side. No, no one is worthy of standing by her side!"
"Why don't you break up?"
"They actually kissed... Cheng He showed off in front of me all night. I wish that person could be me, me and Yu Jiao dating, me and Yu Jiao kissing. Who the hell is Cheng He?"
And then the following words:
"They all deserve to die!"
Yu Jiao's heart rate had already reached a peak when she saw this. Who would have thought that the next thing she saw was a human anatomy diagram with Zhou Qingyan's annotation next to it - "I should have applied for clinical medicine, but self-study is no problem. Where is the easiest place to make the cut? If the position of the chest is not accurate, we will lose the opportunity. Maybe the neck..."
In a trance, Yu Jiao remembered that every time she went out to travel with Cheng He, whenever they were with friends, Zhou Qingyan was always on the list. And when the two were alone together, because of the impact of the diary in front of her, she recalled again and suddenly found that his eyes and posture at that time were not disgusted and avoidant, but he was clearly trying his best to suppress his crazy desire. Every time he appeared next to Yu Jiao, he would always hide in the darkest corner.
It's like a wild beast ambushing its prey in a hidden place, or more like a smelly rat in a dark ditch coveting delicious food, or a vicious dog drooling over bones.
She couldn't help but wonder, if Zhou Qingyan hadn't died in the avalanche, could her wedding with Cheng He still be held as planned?
It's not that he's disguising himself too well, it's that he's been suppressing his emotions for too long. All he needs is an outlet to unleash his destructive power.
And that outlet was his resurrection.
He clung to her without any scruples, pouring out all the thoughts that had been boiling beneath the surface during his lifetime into her. Yu Jiao couldn't help but feel afraid. How horrible would he become after reshaping his body this time?
Just when she was feeling uneasy, the ice covering the door slowly melted, turning into liquid and disappearing on the floor. The door opened silently. Zhou Qingyan was wearing wet clothes, with water stains on the soles of his feet. When he saw Yu Jiao squatting by the window, a sweet smile suddenly appeared on his gloomy face. He took a few steps and his whole body was dry again.
Yu Jiao only felt a cool breeze on her back. The next moment, the man hugged her from behind, buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath. He smiled and sighed, "I shouldn't have let Jiaojiao leave me. I was so sad when I opened my eyes and didn't see you by my side. Fortunately, Jiaojiao is in the bedroom..."
Fortunately? Yu Jiao didn't dare to think about the hidden meaning in his words. What would he do if she took advantage of him to leave here? But although he spoke gently, his actions were not gentle at all. His hands passed through the gap between her arm and waist, pinched the notebook she was holding, opened his mouth and bit her shoulder lightly, leaving a black tooth mark immediately.
"--hiss."
Are you born in the Year of the Dog? Yu Jiao was angry but dared not speak.
Zhou Qingyan didn't show any embarrassment of being caught. Instead, he showed excitement and morbid joy of finally being discovered. He hugged Yu Jiao more and more vigorously, as if Yu Jiao would disappear at any time.
"Jiaojiao... I saw you as early as when you were in high school. Maybe you had forgotten me long ago. We just bumped into each other at the intersection. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but after we went back," Zhou Qingyan smiled shyly and kissed her cheek lightly. He stuttered when he spoke again: "...Jiaojiao, don't blame me. I really didn't think much of it at the time, but I dreamed of you that night. That was the first time I dreamed of a girl."
Yu Jiao lowered her head, not quite believing it. How old was Zhou Qingyan when she was in high school? He was already a college student then, and most boys' physiological phenomena occurred in junior high and high school. Who was he trying to fool?
Zhou Qingyan saw through her thoughts and explained helplessly: "It's true. I didn't lie to you."
"My family was poor at the time, and all I thought about was how to make more money and find more jobs. I would go home and fall asleep immediately. I didn't have time to think about anything else."
Yu Jiao twisted her body and said, "Can you let me go first?"
Zhou Qingyan refused decisively: "No."
Yu Jiao pursed her lips and said nothing. After a while, she asked, "Did you feel any different after waking up this time?"
"Yes," Zhou Qingyan answered, carrying her to the bed and tucking her into the quilt. Then he lay down in it too, ignoring Yu Jiao's resisting look and said with a smile, "...I like Jiaojiao even more."
Yu Jiao just thought it was sweet talk. When she was face to face with Zhou Qingyan at close range, the fear in her heart eased a little, but the shock brought by the notebook still could not dissipate. The notebook that recorded human organs and the immoral and vicious words on it made her once again unable to stop wondering what Zhou Qingyan would do if she pushed him to the edge?
Such a thought only remained in the brain for a moment and quickly disappeared, but the inner trembling caused by this thought remained deeply.
Before she had time to think about it, Zhou Qingyan came over and interrupted her thoughts. He looked almost the same as a living person at this moment. He looked more like a pale person due to frailty. Although he was "weak", he had a pair of overly red lips. He stared at Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao trembled all over when she saw his eyes filled with strong emotions.
My palms, wrapped under the quilt, began to sweat. I felt like he was about to say something that would break the relationship between us...
As expected, the next moment, Zhou Qingyan turned over and didn't give Yu Jiao a chance to refuse. He whispered in her ear, "Yu Jiao, be my girlfriend."
Yu Jiao wanted to refuse, or say something evasive to change the subject, but Zhou Qingyan was obviously determined to make their concern a done deal today.
The black mist covered her mouth and wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
Zhou Qingyan's voice sounded again: "Be my girlfriend, be my girlfriend, be my girlfriend."
His voice after death was already cold as if it had been blown by a cool breeze, and now the tone was even colder than before. The madness hidden deep inside and the insanity caused by long-term unrequited love suddenly broke out.
Yu Jiao had an illusion that if she didn't agree at this moment, she would face terrible consequences, so she nodded.
Said "OK".
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