Chapter 91 Water Ghost 14
Ever since Zhou Qingyan showed up, Yu Jiao hadn't been able to go shopping in a long time. He'd been calling her frantically before she even got off work. She loved imagining all sorts of bizarre things, and she was terrified that if she got home late, he'd kill her with some horrific method. She didn't dare run away.
She had rented the house for a whole year, and the money couldn't be paid in vain. Moreover, even if she left the house, could she still leave Qingcheng City?
Yu Jiao comforted herself by thinking of having a free male nanny living in her house. His cooking was pretty good, but there wasn't much food left at home, so every day she would just have fried rice with eggs or fried eggs with rice. She took a cart from the side, filled it with a few bags of snacks, and mentally calculated the dishes she wanted to eat. She was about to push the cart to the vegetable area when she realized Zhou Qingyan didn't follow her.
She looked back.
Zhou Qingyan bent over and leaned against the iron frame. His skin, burned by the sun, was still emitting black air. The cool black air slowly turned into a sticky, muddy liquid that scattered around his feet. The liquid covered the iron frame, and in an instant the shiny iron surface was covered with rust.
A gloomy wind blew, and the lights on the top of the supermarket flickered a few times. Along with the surprised cries of the people in the supermarket, Zhou Qingyan in Yu Jiao's eyes was changing rapidly. His pale face was covered with scarlet blood, and his eyeballs were like corroded iron, and his gaze was fixed on her terrified face.
Yu Jiao's legs were trembling, and the exclamation that was about to come out seemed to be stuck. She glanced around, and the people around her were just puzzled by the sudden power outage in the supermarket, but did not notice Zhou Qingyan's presence. She didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be worried.
But Zhou Qingyan's miserable condition at the moment was caused by her after all - if she had held the umbrella properly, he would not have been burned by the sun.
Yu Jiao's moral standards were too high. She tried to get closer to him with shaking legs, but Zhou Qingyan suddenly raised his head and said, "Don't come over... Jiaojiao, don't come over yet."
Yu Jiao gave him a questioning look.
Zhou Qingyan didn't have the strength to speak. The veins on his forehead bulged rapidly as the iron frame crackled. The fear hidden deep within his body slowly gripped his heart. His cold, dead heart was now beating wildly in his chest as if it was running for its life. The tall iron frame tilted towards him.
He supported his weak body and fell forward suddenly.
Yu Jiao stood there in shock. Although she was not standing in the center of the iron rack, the snacks, cans and drinks placed on the partition were flying towards her. When faced with the sudden danger, she temporarily lost the instinct to escape and stood there stiffly until the black satin as soft as silk blocked her sight and the flying objects landed at her feet.
In a place she couldn't see, Zhou Qingyan's body was like a cocoon being pulled apart. The adult male body formed by the black energy suddenly became loose. As more and more black lines surged in front of Yu Jiao, Zhou Qingyan collapsed to the ground, and the tall iron frame smashed down heavily on his body...
Ghosts don't feel pain.
But he felt so painful that his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
The falling snacks were like snowballs formed from crystal snow beads, rushing towards him under his terrified eyes. He was submerged in the cold snow. Stones wrapped in white snow smashed his chest, his limbs, and his skull... Zhou Qingyan was in a trance and returned to the day when the god of death came -
He had a hard life in his childhood. He had to take care of his seriously ill mother and do a lot of odd jobs every day to supplement the family income and pay tuition. The tedious work and poor life made him develop a taciturn character. He had no time to rest, entertain, or talk, and the scattered time he squeezed out was barely enough to earn enough money for his mother's medicine.
His miserable life made him afraid to say much when facing his beloved girl. She was like the bright moon, the only ray of light in his dim life, bringing him hope: one day, when he became successful and could bring her a good life, he would go to the light and pursue her.
He was used to being alone, but his eyes always fell on her uncontrollably. On the day of welcoming the new students, he learned that her name was on the list of new students, and went to the station to greet her with his roommates. Perhaps his gaze was too focused, which attracted Cheng He's attention. He looked over and saw the bright moon that he had hidden in his heart.
Beautiful.
He only dared to call her that in his heart.
Cheng He is good-looking, has a good family background and good character. She is a hundred times better than him in getting along with him. It was from that time on that Zhou Qingyan no longer rejected Cheng He's intention to get close to him. He and Cheng He became brothers and did not miss any opportunity to contact Yu Jiao. He was like a rat hiding in a stinky ditch, darkly and meanly longing to look into her eyes. Just looking at her was enough. Later, the game he designed casually suddenly became popular on the Internet, and Cheng He proposed to start a business with him.
Zhou Qingyan agreed without thinking.
At that time, he earned his first pot of gold in life. He had funds and skills, and even professional teachers praised him. He never thought that he was talented, but just cherished every minute and every second. He had too many things to do. He poured his love for Yu Jiao into that game with a secret heart. Perhaps it was the protagonist's inconsistent loyalty to love and the heroine's cuteness, beauty, and healing style that attracted many women.
He didn't mind Cheng He sharing the profits. He secretly spied on them and saw Cheng He using the money he earned to buy Yu Jiao's favorite bags and exquisite dresses. He was so jealous that his eyes were bleeding during the day, and at night he secretly pretended to be Yu Jiao's boyfriend... Sometimes he even felt disgusted. He was a rat that was only fit to live in a stinky ditch. Even though he was glamorous now, he was not worthy of insulting the bright moon with his dirty thoughts.
Cheng He is more suitable for her.
Zhou Qingyan restrains himself in this way.
He was restrained and silent, but when he finally learned that Cheng He was going to be engaged to Yu Jiao, his rationality instantly collapsed into pieces. He regretted agreeing to Cheng He's request and regretted giving Cheng He a share of this pie... He should have crushed Cheng He under his feet, snatched Yu Jiao away from him, and made him lose the ability to love...
But when he saw Yu Jiao's expectant smile, he briefly regained his sanity. When they announced their engagement date, in order to prevent himself from being unable to bear the stimulation and doing something crazy, he left Qingcheng City far away, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, looking at the white snowflakes, and hearing his companions' terrified cries for help. What was he thinking at that time?
He thought.
Finally free.
If he goes back, he might really lose control. Even if Yu Jiao is sad, he can't control that... sick heart that wants to possess her.
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Zhou Qingyan was shaking with pain. The black thread wanted to retract into his body, but all he could see was the rising dust. He could only see Yu Jiao's hazy figure and trembling body. Worried that the debris would hurt her, the black satin still wrapped her, as if she was wrapped in a carefully crafted cocoon.
He melted into a pool of black mud, the can fragments pierced into his bones, the iron frame broke his spine, and the iron frame soaked in blood made continuous crackling sounds, like a secret whimpering cry.
Yu Jiao came to a place with few people at that time, and no one was hurt when the iron frame fell. Only a few people like her who were relatively close to it were scratched by the falling snacks. The supermarket manager hurried over to comfort the injured people and urgently evacuated everyone away.
The moment she came to her senses, Yu Jiao looked towards Zhou Qingyan's position, and her head suddenly felt numb. She couldn't even imagine such a scene in her dreams.
He melted into a pool of sewage mixed with blood. The hazy black air outlined his almost transparent face, which was completely placed in the shriveled body. His eyes stared at her gloomily through the gap. The top of the supermarket was designed with a skylight that could be opened by remote control. Because the collapsed shelves splashed dust, the covered skylight opened, and the sunlight near noon sprinkled on the ground. Tiny dust particles floated in the light and shadow.
Yu Jiao's hands trembled with fear as she murmured, "Zhou Qingyan...are you, are you going to die?"
As the sunlight fell, Zhou Qingyan's body became more and more transparent, like a pile of snow exposed to the sun, slowly melting into water, and then the water would evaporate into water vapor in the air and disappear into the vast invisible sky.
The string of reason in her mind prevailed. Yu Jiao looked through the noisy crowd and flying dust into Zhou Qingyan's unwilling and vicious eyes. At this moment, she suddenly found the courage to get rid of him.
The sunlight weakened Zhou Qingyan's strength. The supermarket skylight could not be open for just a moment. As time passed, his body became more and more transparent. The black satin wrapped around him gradually returned to his body, barely maintaining his empty body. His weakness gave Yu Jiao enough courage to escape. She slowly supported herself on the ground, her feet paused for a moment, and she left with the crowd without looking back.
Yu Jiao walked hurriedly, as if there was a whistling sound of wind crying behind her head. She lowered her eyes and pinched her fingertips hard. She felt her arms were cold. She lowered her eyes and looked, and was so scared that she almost screamed.
A wisp of black air wrapped around her wrist, as if it could condense into a solid entity. The skin wrapped by it instantly turned purple, and she could vaguely see that the black air seemed to split into two, like a giant python opening its mouth and revealing its sharp fangs. Yu Jiao screamed and shook the black air off. As soon as it left her skin, the black air made a crackling sound like oil being poured into a hot pot and disappeared from her sight.
Yu Jiao kept reminding herself.
Zhou Qingyan was a ghost, and had died long ago. He couldn't always be around her. She was very scared...
She walked slowly forward without looking back.
Security guards were evacuating the crowd at the door.
As I walked out of the supermarket, the long-lost warm sunshine sprinkled all over my body. My arms, which had been immersed in the cold air for a long time, began to tremble uncomfortably, and my open pores suddenly closed, resisting the warm comfort from the sunshine.
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Most of the supermarket staff had left, and Zhou Qingyan, who was almost inhuman, turned into an even darker black. He stared at Yu Jiao's departing back, his eyes dead without any trace of life, as if the fire of hell was burning.
She actually left.
She actually left.
She actually left.
Zhou Qingyan felt as if his brain was being pulled and torn apart by countless steel wires. The pain made his eyes turn red like spider webs. Until he could no longer see the petite and trembling back, he was forced to accept reality.
Unwilling.
resentment.
anger.
Did she think she was going to disappear soon?
Did she think that he would never bother her again?
impossible!
Wait until he leaves here, wait until he condenses into a human form. No, he can leave here immediately. Even if he doesn't have a human form, even if he appears before her in the most terrifying state, he will make her open her eyes and see. He will make her pay the price for leaving him...
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