Don’t Be a Kept Man

His roar caused pedestrians around him to look sideways. The man noticed everyone's sight, his complexion turned red for a moment, and he tried his best to lower his voice to the woman: "Let’s stop making trouble, okay! You have to tell your fortune and I will let you Forget it, if you want to worship the Buddha, I will let you do it. What do you want?! They all said that superstition is bad, those people are nonsense!"

Yan Yu saw that the excitement was not too much of a problem, leaning on the railing and laughing happily, finally raised his head, slowly spit out a puff of smoke, the **** Adam's apple moved slightly, pointed at him with the cigarette between his fingertips, and repeated: "You , Will kill her."

The woman was irritated because of her husband's rudeness. She threw off his hand and ran down the overpass. The man glared at Yan Yu and stomped his heel.

The traffic was rolling underneath. Seeing the man following, the woman turned her direction and walked directly to the side of the road, reaching out to ask for a taxi. At this moment, a white car that was speeding by suddenly lost control and knocked over the guardrail, and everyone cried out. Zhongzhi rushed towards them. With the harsh sound of tires rubbing on the ground, the woman couldn't dodge, and was knocked far away with a bang. Her body rolled a few times on the ground and stopped moving.

As if to prove Yan Yu’s words, a pool of blood slowly flowed from under the woman, bright red and dazzling. Her husband escaped from the dead, trembling forward, but seeing his wife’s eyes widened as the boss, she was clearly exasperated. His legs fell to the ground with fright.

Life and death, one death, life...

At dusk, a hundred ghosts were all out. On the road where car accidents were frequent, headless ghosts in twos and threes came out to find a substitute, Yan Yu looked back, put the guy at the stall in his backpack, got up and left.

Seeing this, the old fortune-telling man on the opposite side slowly raised his head. He first looked at the tragic situation of the car accident under the overpass, and then at the back of Yan Yu's departure. He didn't know what interesting things he thought of, and he suddenly grinned, showing a yellow mouth tooth.

Yan Yu did not go home immediately. Instead, he unlocked a shared bicycle on the side of the road and rushed to the nearby cemetery before dark. There were no people sweeping the tombs at night, and the street lights were dim. I looked for it, and finally stopped in front of Xunchuan's tomb.

His birth date and death date are engraved on the cold stone tablet. This life is really short.

The cemetery stipulated that paper money should not be burned in the inner area at night. Yan Yu glanced at the darkened sky and buried the bank card in the soil. As for whether it was dug up or picked up, it didn't matter to him.

Yan Yu was about to get up and leave, but he heard the sound of nails scratching his skin above his head. When he looked up, he saw a woman with disheveled hair standing behind the tombstone, with a pair of bloodshot eyes sticking out. Staring at him, the moonlight was faint and terribly tight.

... Yan Yu recognized that she was Xun Chuan's mother.

The wind blew the forest tips, and the sound of nails scratching the skin was still ringing. I saw Xunmu turned around and walked out from behind the tombstone. She was wearing a well-tailored suit, but there was an extremely unfit dark red around her neck. The scarf was getting closer, and Yan Yu discovered that the nails hanging on her side were full of flesh and blood.

As if she could not see Yan Yu, mother Xun walked out of the garden with no expression on her face, but her eyes were broken and painful. From time to time she stretched out her hand to scratch her neck, and then continued to make the scraping sound, the scarf seemed to be soaked. Like water, an unknown liquid was ticking down.

"Achuan... Mom knows it was wrong... Mom hurts so much... You can let me go..."

"Achuan...it hurts so much...it hurts..."

There was a cool breeze blowing from the road, Yan Yu didn't even look at it, and raised his hand accurately to restrain a ray of resentment from behind him, making the other party unable to move.

"It hurts me too..."

Xun Chuan’s familiar voice rang in his ears, like a sigh, as if to blame. He climbed onto Yan Yu’s back, still resting his chin on his shoulder, watching the distant figure of Xun Chuan, his expression on his face was similar to the voice. The utterly inconsistent Yin bird said faintly, "Yan Yu, I really hurt what you hold..."

Yan Yu didn't say a word, his fingertips loosened, and his confinement was relieved. However, the resentment was solidified again, and it quickly attacked his throat, full of sharpness, Yan Yu lifted his eyelids and turned his wrists. He caught it again.

This time he clasped his palm in a gesture of holding.

Xun Chuan didn't struggle, his cold lips were a little close to Yan Yu's ear, and he smiled and asked, "Did you see..."

He was pointing to Xun's mother just now.

Xun Chuan said, "It's your turn next."

Yan Yu didn't react, and let go of that thin and cold hand, and the ray of resentment instantly dispersed. Although he did not attack him this time, it has been lingering around him.

The grave is heavy, and the ghosts are exhausted near midnight. If it is not necessary, Yan Yu will not come here. He has frequently used spiritual blood recently, his vitality is lost, and he is the easiest to recruit ghosts. Without delay, he cycled back home. .

However, as time passed, a faint itch suddenly spread from his neck, as if thousands of small bugs were gnawing endlessly. People just wanted to reach out and scratch, and Yan Yu took a picture in the broken mirror. A red mark was found on the neck, which was just right where the throat was fatal.

Don't think about it, it must have followed Xun Chuan's Tao. If you really stretch your hand to scratch, the meat around your neck will be gone.

Yan Yu couldn't touch his fingertips slightly, and there were two blood stains on his neck. He didn't scratch it, took a shower as usual, then sat cross-legged on the bed and started cutting his fingernails.

"Crack—"

"Crack—"

He cut the nails at once. Not only did the nails remain unbroken, they became longer and longer. Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the fingertips, then threw away the nail clippers, got up and burned a yellow talisman, and drank the talisman with water Went in.

However, the itchiness of the neck was only temporarily depressed for a moment, and then it swept across the sky again, itching painfully and painfully, it only makes people... people can't wait to cut it down!

Yan Yu's figure shook a little, stretched out his hand to support the table, but from the side of the mobile phone screen, he saw a dark shadow quietly peeking at him, he stared, and even started to stretch his hand to scratch his neck.

There was a scarlet red in the palm of the palm, and the itching seemed to be relieved. Yan Yu knelt on the ground, tightly strangling his throat with his hands, lowering his head and unable to see his expression, which only made people feel that he was painful and intolerable.

The incandescent lamp in the room flashed, and Xun Chuan appeared, sitting on the side of the bed, watching Yan Yu condescendingly, watching him panting in pain, and watching him struggling.

"Does it hurt?"

He leaned forward to meet Yan Yu's line of sight, and sighed quietly, as if he couldn't bear it.

Yan Yu's temples were full of cold sweat, and a strand of hair slumped in front of his forehead. He half-kneeled and stood up. His handsome face was pale, his eyes were full of pain, and his voice was broken and hoarse: "Help me..."

He held Xun Chuan's hand, his fingertips were cold, and he couldn't tell which of them was colder.

Xun Chuan suddenly laughed when he saw this. He smiled and then stopped smiling. He raised his hand to clasp Yan Yu's head, his eyes were blood red.

Ghosts have no tears, so he can't cry.

Xun Chuan seemed to be asking him, and it seemed to be asking himself: "I will save you, then who will save me?"

However, the black air lingering between Yan Yu's neck flowed back a little bit along his fingertips. The blood was exhausted, leaving only a shallow skin wound on it. Yan Yu's stiff limbs were able to move, and he supported him from the ground. He got up, his fingertips moved slightly, but suddenly he drew out a peach wood sword from under the bed. When Xun Chuan slackened, he stabbed and pressed the hilt to his throat. At the same time, he raised his hand and pinched the tactics to clamp Xun Chuan. Chuan wanted to counterattack right hand.

Xun Chuan didn't expect that he would be caught in Yan Yu's trap again. His blood faded eyes were full of rage for a moment, his whole body resentment soared, and he actually wanted to die with him.

"do not move--"

Yan Yu murmured, the sword moved down and left Xunchuan's throat, where there was a wound, as if it would never be erased.

The ghost stays in the world, one is because of hatred, and the other is because of obsession. The hatred is repaid. When the obsession is gone, it is time to leave and reincarnate. Yan Yu quietly stared at his profile and said for a while: "I know you hate I, wait for the day I die, and then go down and make amends for you. As for the text message that made you wait that day, I did not send it."

When he said these words, it was nothing more than trying to solve Xun Chuan's obsession and let him reincarnate earlier.

Xun Chuan looked at him with gloomy eyes, and looked at him leisurely: "Why should I believe you?"

Yan Yu withdrew the secret in his hand: "If I can't go, I just won't go. There is no need to send text messages to trick you into waiting for me."

This sentence is cold-blooded and cruel, and the words are sharper than a knife. It is better not to explain.

Xun Chuan's fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably, and his eyes were red with blood dripping. The grievance on his body was a little stronger than yesterday. He was gloomy. He seemed to be laughing, but his expression was distorted. : "You won't even lie to me..."

Yan Yu looked down: "...Have you not been deceived enough by me when you were alive?"

After speaking, he flipped the wrist and took the peach wood sword against him: "You go, I won't keep my hand next time."

Xun Chuan didn't move.

The incandescent lamp on the top suddenly pierced and flashed twice, the cups on the table shook violently, clashing endlessly, the curtains by the window rustled, and finally accompanied by a low bang, the room suddenly fell into darkness. .

Xun Chuan is gone.

Yan Yu seemed to feel something, paused, and then sat down on the floor of the wall, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and the lighter was almost out of gas. He flung it twice before it burst into flames. One corner was illuminated by the fire. But it didn't take long for it to go dark again.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes, spit out a long sigh of smoke, and sighed again, his handsome profile looked a little gloomy in the dark, he was used to this, and it was always unclear what he was thinking. what.

The sun gradually rose, and the sunlight poured in obliquely through the glass window, illuminating a pile of cigarette butts on the floor. Yan Yu sat on the ground all night, her eyebrows lazily, and her eyes bloodshot by the smoke. His face was so pale that he did not look like a normal person, and at first glance he was not much worse than a vampire.

When the landlord’s aunt came knocking on the door early in the morning, she was shocked by his appearance: "Oh my mother, what are you doing, like a dead person, shouldn’t you go fooling around with people? softly……"

The tenants here are mixed, and Yan Yu lives upstairs with a female tenant who is said to be engaged in a pornographic business.