Chapter 125
After that intimate moment, Lou Sheng caressed his face, smiled and said in surprise, "Hey, Ying Zhisheng, you've got some white hair."
Ying Zhisheng didn't show it on his face, but his heart was like a bottomless pit, constantly sinking. He endured it again and again, finally controlling his hands and not searching for the white hair that caught Lou Sheng's attention - such a gesture would not look good, and he didn't want to show his aging.
People will eventually grow old. Furthermore, several near-death experiences have taken their toll on their bodies, and they've stubbornly insisted on living a life of reversing their day and night for years.
Lou Sheng once joked that his double eyelids and wrinkles around his eyes were unattractive. Ying Zhisheng couldn't even fake a smile when he heard that, and just stared at him in silence.
Lou Sheng quickly realized that he was in a bad mood, and only after hugging him and saying sweet words could he calm down. However, this fact had already taken root in Ying Zhisheng's heart.
I remember Lou Sheng would brag to other ghosts: "This is my boyfriend! Ying Zhisheng! He's so handsome!"
“A perfect match!”
Will they still be a good match in the future?
Would Lou Sheng have to take the elderly man, now in his seventies, by the hand to introduce him to his friends? Standing together, the man and the ghost looked like grandfather and grandson.
Ying Zhisheng tore the white hair from his palms, then tore them again, breaking them into tiny pieces and burning them with a lighter. The smell was unpleasant. He looked up at himself in the mirror. No one can resist the traces of time. He didn't know what to do.
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Lou Sheng was so busy. After sending the last ghost away, he couldn't wait to go back. He had to make up for Liu Qing, whom he had deliberately omitted. He planned to wait until the seventh day was over before bringing the ghost down.
The ghost who was swinging the chains looked at him thoughtfully, then lowered his head to look at the Book of Life and Death in his hand and asked, "There are ten ghosts in total, not one less?"
Lou Sheng thought of Liu Qing and secretly cried out in disbelief. His heart skipped a beat, and instead of answering, he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Someone reported you for letting a female ghost go." The chained ghost officer closed his notebook. After all these years together, he was still relatively kind to Lou Sheng. "It's the same person who reported your partner for harboring a ghost."
In an instant, Lou Sheng guessed that it was Zhang Kaifa.
"According to the rules, you have to copy the Ghost Messenger Code one hundred times and write it with a brush and post it on the wall as a warning to others."
There had been so many things that slipped through the net over the years, and missing a ghost wasn't a big deal for the ghost catcher. But after all, it had come before Brother Tielian, so he had to show some attitude.
Zhang Kaifa is simply mentally ill.
Lou Sheng frowned, "How long will it take to copy it a hundred times?"
"You only have two hands, it will take at least a week..." This is with someone's help.
Lou Sheng kicked the skull on the ground in frustration, sending it so far away that it rolled into the lava and gurgled into water. He calculated the date: if it was another week, Ying Zhisheng would have to wait for more than half a month.
Lou Sheng made Ying Zhisheng wait for him for more than half a month, and he was worried that the man would find the underworld.
"A week is too long. I'm anxious to see my partner. How about, brother, can we try some other method..." Lou Sheng discussed with him. Seeing that the iron chain in his hand was getting more and more violent, he made up his mind: "Or you can beat me."
I haven't seen this kind of request in many years.
The ghost messenger looked strange, "You should have asked your boyfriend to come. Besides, I've already treated you with care."
"Then I'll copy in batches." Lou Sheng hadn't been punished to copy in years. The last time was in third grade. "I can't schedule it this month."
Valentine's Day is coming in a few days, and Lou Sheng secretly asked Dong Chi to prepare a gift.
"No, the underworld has its own rules. In the past, if you did this, you would be tied to a rock and immersed in the lava. Isn't it enough to ask you to copy books?"
Zhenzhen, who had successfully joined the company, came over and said, "Lou Sheng is going upstairs to celebrate Valentine's Day. Every year at this time, Ying Zhisheng always uses his secondary account to post messages showing off their affection."
"no."
"Hey, let Lou Sheng go back. I'll help him copy."
"no."
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Ying Zhisheng couldn't hold on any longer. He closed his eyes and opened them suddenly, dozing off and on. He held Lou Sheng's urn and pulled the corner of his mouth, whispering, "Why haven't you come back yet?"
"Why have I been so busy lately? Saving my life day after day for ten years is just too tiring."
People simply can't be free. Once they're alone and free, with the hustle and bustle gone, their minds become both incredibly clear and muddled. Ying Zhisheng focused all his attention on Lou Sheng, and naturally sensed the weariness hidden beneath his playful smile.
Human-ghost love is hard, ghost love is hard. It is even harder than long-distance love or cross-border love.
Ying Zhisheng was bored as he stroked the intricate patterns on the urn, occasionally kissing it, because the boy he loved was lying quietly inside.
"I'm back—"
Ying Zhisheng looked up and saw only a white afterimage. The cold wind blew on his face, but he felt at ease. Lou Sheng smiled, came up to hug him, kissed the tip of his nose, and said loudly, "I missed you so much."
"I miss you, too." Ying Zhisheng stared at him for a long time, holding his face and kissing him deeply and urgently. He murmured, "I miss you so much that I'm dying."
"No way." Lou Sheng pushed the other person aside and stood up, humming and telling him, "There are still nine days left in this month. I'll be with you. I've already finished everything for this month."
"By the way, guess who I took away a few days ago? You definitely wouldn't guess, Ying Zhisheng." After a pause, his tone became heavier: "Liu Qing died, and Zhang Kaifa cried so hard."
Lou Sheng felt a pang of bitterness, and suddenly thought about what Ying Zhisheng would look like when he died. Would he also wail heartbreakingly and utterly inhumanely?
However, Ying Zhisheng looked at him solemnly, with an unreadable complexity in his eyes.
Lou Sheng was confused, "What's wrong? Are you angry because I haven't been home for seven days?" He smiled and took the other's hand to assure her, "I'm innocent. I worked so hard that I was dizzy and rushed back without even a break. I don't have a second home outside."
Ying Zhisheng closed his eyes, the veins in his neck bulging with emotion. He had endured all these years, while Lou Sheng toiled like a slave in the underworld. He endured until his teeth ached and he had to grit his teeth, like a soft thorn in his flesh, nagging at him for years.
"What's wrong?" Lou Sheng gently stroked his earlobe and bent down to kiss his forehead.
Ying Zhisheng's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and asked repeatedly:
"Why has the color of your soul become lighter? Why is your skin bluish-white, and why are your eyes... only white!?"
how so!
how so! !
Ying Zhisheng was going crazy. He trembled and shackled Lou Sheng's neck to prevent him from hiding, staring into those white, terrifying eyes. He didn't know why he was crying, but he knew Lou Sheng had been wronged.
Lou Sheng quickly hugged the person back and tried to comfort him.
If Ying Zhisheng wanted to kiss him, he would let him.
Ying Zhisheng impatiently took off his clothes, but Lou Sheng held on tightly and refused to let go. This was not a good idea.
"How did you become a hooligan? You even grabbed my wrist. I tell you, I was furious and didn't recognize anyone. I..."
Lou Sheng stopped talking, as his shirt had been forcibly stripped off.
A deep, charred scar ran from top to bottom across his entire back. Unable to hide, it was revealed to Ying Zhisheng.
Ying Zhisheng's pupils dilated, he was stunned and couldn't recover.
Lou Sheng decided to explain first: "That Zhang Kaifa is such an ungrateful bastard! Don't make a move, Zhenzi has already gone after him! After Liu Qing died, he begged me not to take him away. I agreed and gave him seven days, but he turned around and reported me!!"
Arms around my neck, lips rubbing against mine: "Brother Tielian asked me to copy the Ghost Messenger Code a hundred times, that thick booklet I showed you last time! If I copy it a hundred times, we won't see each other this month, and the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so I didn't agree."
Lou Sheng buried his head in Ying Zhisheng's shoulder, feeling the vibrant breath of a living being. He whispered, "I traded a whipping with the chain for him. It was just a touch, he didn't use any force at all, but the magic weapon he used did this."
Ying Zhisheng frowned, his gaze fixed on the unhealed scar. He reached out to touch it, then quickly withdrew his hand before it even touched it. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and he finally cleared his mind: "I have to feed you."
Lou Sheng tried to snatch the clothes back from him, "There's no rush for this."
"Why?"
Lou Sheng covered his face. What else could it be? The life span he had saved up with great difficulty was going to be wasted after this. He had to work hard to earn time again. It was too tiring.
But this time, Ying Zhisheng, who always obeyed him, acted like a stubborn child, hugging him tightly and insisting on doing it. He wasn't being unreasonable, but just kept asking in a hoarse voice if it hurt, if he was hungry, and so on, looking pitiful.
Lou Sheng agreed without any hesitation.
Sometimes he felt that he was too easy to talk to Ying Zhisheng. Then he thought of Zhang Kaifa again. He couldn't understand why he had stabbed her in the back. Even after so long, Liu Qing's death was still shocking.
His neck was damp, a mixture of Ying Zhisheng's saliva and something else. He felt an inexplicable heat, a strange feeling. Even as a ghost, he still felt the illusion of sweating. It was like a sticky pleasure seeping from his bones, a warm sensation. Lou Sheng frowned and couldn't help but groan.
Then, Ying Zhisheng opened the drawer of the bedside table.
Lou Sheng looked over with blank eyes.
I saw Ying Zhisheng pick up a fruit knife and stab the sharp tip of the knife into his abdomen. I could even hear a "pop" sound and see the blood splattering throughout the process.
Lou Sheng was shocked. He trembled and tried to get up to check on Ying Zhisheng. However, Ying Zhisheng acted as if nothing had happened. He forcibly held his face and kissed him, continuing what he had just done.
"Ying Zhisheng, are you crazy?" Lou Sheng pushed him away and yelled at him for the first time. "What the hell are you doing?"
She was so weak that she was about to collapse. "Why are you doing this again? Pull out the knife first... No! Don't pull out the knife."
Ying Zhisheng smiled, bent down, and blood was dripping from his naked upper body.
"I want you to get better soon. You can't understand, but the moment I saw you become transparent, I felt like I could die."
"Call 120!" Lou Sheng had just finished his words when a tingling sensation shot straight to his forehead, and he groaned. "Fuck! You're really crazy! You're going to die if you get hurt!"
How can the dead control something that the living disagree with?
Ying Zhisheng turned Lou Sheng over, and slowly fed him blood with his fingers, kissing the wound on his back. They made love slowly.
Probably a madman.
A madman who went crazy ten years ago.
He kissed her shoulder blade devoutly and lovingly, murmuring, "Lou Sheng..."
"my darling."
He couldn't stand Lou Sheng's grievances.
Lou Sheng's wounds were a torture to his spirit!
He couldn't accept the fact that he and Lou Sheng were no longer compatible. The repeated separations, with no idea when they would return, were driving him crazy!
Why? Lou Sheng is obviously a rich second-generation young master, and he is born to enjoy the love of people around him.
…
Lou Sheng has been worried these days, but fortunately Ying Zhisheng adjusted his mood and even played the piano for him.
Valentine's Day finally arrived. Dong Chi returned the gift Lou Sheng had carefully prepared. He knocked on the door, and then the door opened, and he saw the impatient ghost...
At this time, Lou Sheng's complexion had improved a lot, and there was no sign of abnormality at all.
"Alright, buddy! The ring you chose based on the drawing is ready! How are you going to pay? I'll go ask Ying Zhisheng for it."
Lou Sheng tutted his words, dissatisfied: "What the hell! How can I ask Ying Zhisheng to pay for the gift I gave?"
"Then how do we pay——"
Lou Sheng reached into his pocket and found a big red banknote with the Jade Emperor on it looking amiable. "Here you go."
Dong Chi refused: "Why would I need ghost money? It might even fade if I use it to wipe my butt."
"Everyone is going to die, so save it first. Maybe it will be useful in the underground."
"Go away." Dong Chi peeked in curiously, "Where's your boyfriend? Normally, I barely talk to you and he comes over to spy on me. Ying Zhisheng isn't here today."
Lou Sheng couldn't describe the absurd things that had happened, so he just said vaguely, "Still sleeping."
Lou Sheng chose this ring at first sight among hundreds of drawings. Last year on Valentine's Day, he prepared a rose that he bought underground, but it turned to ashes as soon as he brought it to the human world. He was quite depressed at first.
Later, Ying Zhisheng asked Lou Sheng to paint roses on his body, and he could no longer be depressed.
He drifted to the bedroom. The dim room was filled with the smell of blood mixed with hemostatic powder, and there was a large patch of dried blood on the bed and a motionless person.
At first glance, Lou Sheng thought Ying Zhi was dead or alive, and his heart tightened.
"I've prepared a gift for you." Lou Sheng leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Ying Zhisheng opened his eyes, stared at Lou Sheng intently, and asked with a smile, "What is it?"
"ring."
The smile on Ying Zhisheng's face widened a little, and his eyebrows and eyes softened and said, "Master Lou has good taste. Let me see."
"It has diamonds, and our initials are engraved inside, along with a small piccolo design I specifically requested. How about that?"
"Very good." Ying Zhisheng's eyes lit up with interest. "I picked the flowers on top. They're hyacinths."
"Yes, that time I asked you what flowers you liked, and you said hyacinths, so I wrote it down."
Lou Sheng was quite pleased with his lover's improved mood. He deliberately slipped his hand under the covers to touch Ying Zhisheng's calf, feeling the cold and hot sensation, and smiled mischievously.
Ying Zhisheng was helpless: "This is bad, maybe hugging her in bed would be more effective."
"You get up first."
Before they had a few words to say, the discussion about Valentine's Day gifts was forcibly interrupted - the ghost messenger swinging the chains came.
He held up the Book of Life and Death in both hands and excitedly came to Lou Sheng and said, "No, what did you two do? Your partner has less than two days left to live!"
“…”
"I'll be there soon." Selectively skipping the other party's question, Lou Sheng's expression became more solemn. He touched Ying Zhisheng's face to comfort him, "Try to come back early today."
"I'm waiting for you."
Ying Zhisheng watched quietly as Lou Sheng worked day and night to save his life.
In fact, beneath the calm surface lies a love that is restrained to the best of one's ability, and the boiling, noisy and eager love is sealed in a gentle smile.
He longs for Lou Sheng, and the consequence is that Lou Sheng suffers more and more; he suppresses his desire, but as long as he exists, nothing will change. The contradiction exists and cannot be resolved.
As time passed, it felt as if a knife was directly in front of him, its tip pointed directly at him, drawing ever closer. The knife carved into his flesh wantonly, a mark so disproportionate to the aged man and the handsome young man. Gradually, the dark scar transformed into a hemp rope around his neck, tightening ever closer, nearly strangling him.
Ying Zhisheng sat on the sofa, lost in thought, his mind racing. Just like how he'd swallowed sleeping pills, he expressionlessly opened his mouth and swallowed the ring Lou Sheng had given him.
I hope that when my ashes are cremated, the ring can be placed among them.
Afterwards, Ying Zhisheng jumped off the balcony without hesitation.
There was a loud bang and the crowd burst into screams.
"Ahhhhhh! Someone's dead!"
"Someone jumped off the building!"
…
Over there, the ghost messenger who was leading Lou Sheng to assign tasks accidentally glanced at the Book of Life and Death, and looked at it again and again in disbelief.
Lou Sheng was completely unaware: "What's wrong?"
"You, you don't have to go to work."
"But Ying Zhisheng only has two days left to live. Brother, I..."
"Your partner is dead."
Lou Sheng seemed to be stunned by the news, and was at a loss for words.
The ghost officer sighed: "Go, this is your last chance to extradite a ghost."
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