Shen Zicheng

Chapter 13

To be honest, I've never been this close to an explosion - so close that I was even in the center of it.

A violent wind pierced through my body in an instant, and I felt an unbearable chill.

But then the flames ignited the air, and the air twisted with pain.

The flames came in layers like waves, and I watched them penetrate my body and pass out the other side.Nothing remained but a dull, sharp pain.

I turned my head, and found that the guy in July and a half had gone far away at some point, and he was meeting my gaze with a disgusting smile.

I backed out.

"...You guessed it really accurately." It was so accurate that it seemed that he had planned it.

"I didn't guess it, I felt it." Qiyue smiled brightly, "If you want to learn, I can teach you this too."

I turned my head and set my eyes on the place where the flame tongue came out.The two figures were struggling frantically like weeds, one of them pushed the other away, trying to break free from the entanglement of the flames.

I think the latter should be the owner of the car.

The one who went to rescue him rushed out of the flames, the rain dripped on him, he ran a few more steps, and finally fell to the ground with a plop.

Almost as soon as he fell to the ground, a light blue object popped out of his body, like a pilot sitting in an escape pod.

It turns out that's how we came out.

I looked at the figure that stopped not far away in amazement.

He was in a daze, looking at the scorched self on the ground, the blue light faded in an instant, and he became no different from me.

Another one popped out from the middle of the sea of ​​flames, and only then did I realize that there was another person in there.The owner of the car is a bearded man, wearing the white clothes he wore when he was alive——

I froze for a moment, and looked down at myself.

Almost, it is the same style as him, the same white clothes.

I really didn't expect to have a shirt after I died.

In fact, out of some resistance, since my death I haven't paid much attention to my body—or my face, or my clothes—and I've tried to make myself forget about it, about the fact that it doesn't really exist anymore.

...However, this kind of Zhuangshan makes me a little uncomfortable.

Especially when the other party looks a little strange.

Qiyue approached slowly and stopped beside me. He said softly in his very recognizable voice: "Usually, people who are about to die will exude a very attractive— —well, the scent that draws us in. If you settle down, you should be able to smell... er, or feel."

"But it was an emergency." I mean the car accident.

Logically speaking, shouldn't the dying people be those who lie in bed unable to move any more, just waiting for the last breath to disappear.

"It's not." Qiyue said with a smile, as if she had read my mind, "I'm talking about the dying people... those who God has decided that they will die."

I feel like I'm hearing religious talk.

"Don't think it's unbelievable. After all, even we really exist, then nothing will be more unbelievable." July and a half cast his eyes on the two new ghosts. They were making some strange moves, and one shouted at the others Yelling, the other—he was really weird—was trying to climb back into the car and drive somewhere else.

I admit that July and a half is right. Since we all exist, then maybe... Gods also exist.

"In my opinion, everyone is like a marionette, covered with silk threads. These threads determine where you go, where you stop, what you do, what you say, everything is written by God When you think of something, you think you thought it up yourself, but in fact it is just a scene that has been arranged long ago. At this time, it comes out of your mind. It’s like a fish in a fishbowl forever It’s like not knowing that you are living in a fish tank, and the people in the script will never know that you are living in the script...” Qi Yue’s expression is piercingly pious, “God has written all the scripts, if When it's time for you to exit, then the silk thread on your body will start to burn, making one last contribution, exuding a mouth-watering smell, so that the person who should come will eat it as food..."

Back to the original question.

But... I seem to have heard something... something terrible?

I stared at July and a half without speaking.

July and a half didn't realize my doubts, or he didn't care at all.

He just stared at the two new ghosts with deep and greedy eyes: "Want me to teach you something else? You'll like it...but before you like it, I think you should hide from me for a long time. "

I didn't have time to react, but when I heard the last word, I saw Qi Han, like a lone wolf, rushing towards the screaming new ghost.

He was completely transformed into a mass of night.

It was at this moment that I realized that July and a half belonged to an evil ghost.

Shouldn't it be too late?

I sometimes think that I can still be considered lucky.

Lucky.

I feel a chill when I think of this word, obviously these two words have nothing to do with me at all-but to be honest, I am quite lucky now.

Compared to the guy who dies as soon as he dies.

July and a half didn't lie to me, and after seeing what he was trying to teach me, I decided to avoid him, maybe for a long time.

No one, or ghost, sees his own kind being devoured by another with a like-face, and stays on good terms with that fellow.

It's hard to describe what it was like. July and a half devoured the confused new ghost, just like a wolf, holding a rabbit under its paws, and then used its sharp teeth to tear away the flesh and blood that only left images. The bones separate, and then, the meal is done gracefully and slowly.

This is undoubtedly a torment for me and the new ghost.

I stood there blankly, almost forgetting to breathe... Uh, it's really inconvenient being a ghost, and many sentences describing nervousness or shock are no longer applicable.

In the end, July and a half finished his meal, and the black was burning like a flame. The moment when July and a half turned around, they returned to his body, like a drop of clear water melting into a pond.

July and a half smiled, her face was clean, but her eyes seemed to be a little redder. "You're still there, I thought you'd be scared away," he said.

So I realized that in this situation I should run away immediately.

Perhaps aware of my nervousness, Qiyue said: "Don't be afraid, you are different, you are an exception... I will not hurt you, we are friends."

Before you say this, please calm down the bloody black substance around you.

Although the face of a ghost should be lifeless at any time, at least I feel that my face is ashen at the moment. "Thanks."

Qiyue laughed, and the black substance overflowing beside him trembled: "You're welcome."

"Sure," I said, as polite and distant as possible.

"Then..." July and a half said.

But I cut him off, and before he could say it, I replied firmly, "I don't need to."

Qiyue was stunned for a moment, looking straight at me with his beautiful eyes, but he laughed again after a while, and asked very kindly: "I just want to ask, do you still want to go over there? I can Come with you." He pointed to the other side of the road, which is the direction from which the victim of the car accident came.

"No." Of course I want to, but at least I don't want to go with you.I slander.

"Well, that's right, there's nothing to see over there." Qiyue smiled subtly, I don't know if he read my mind, but I saw a very strange expression on his face.

Like... a vicious snake that wants to bite?

"It's just a psychiatric hospital from which patients often escape."

He said.

……

I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen Ye Cheng for a long time.

This has something to do with me always forgetting things, sometimes I suddenly want to see Ye Cheng, if possible, try to communicate with him - but after a while, I will be attracted by other things.

I can't concentrate all the time, I don't know if I had this problem before I was alive——Thinking like this, I tried my best to bring my thoughts back to my eyes.

I stared blankly at July and a half, feeling as if my mind was traveling through an interstellar space, a dark space, a dark time, and meteorites, large and small, passed by my side or passed through my body constantly.

I saw bits and pieces of images remaining on it, but none of them I could see clearly.

But sure enough, I'm in a mess again.

I couldn't even tear myself away from those glowing red eyes of July and a half.

Qi Yue smiled to himself, straightened his collar elegantly, and said: "There are always horror stories in mental hospitals... most of them are not groundless, I used to—" He paused, looking as if he was lost After a while, he continued suddenly, "I really like listening to those stories... But since you don't want to go there again, I don't need to go there again."

In the end, his eyes fell on the soul who was still struggling to start the car. Just when I thought that guy could not escape, July and a half turned his head again, his eyes were flat and indifferent: "However, I am very happy." Hate these lunatics...their souls are like rat carcasses rotting in a stinky gutter, and—"

Qiyue paused suddenly, and then smiled again: "Also, when I look through their memories by the way, I always see things that even they themselves are confused about."