Yunyi Zhehuan

Ji Yang wanted to take off his sunglasses to see better, but someone reached out from behind to help him take it off first.

Zhe Huan glanced at the sunglasses, sneered, then wiped the lenses with his fingers, and returned them to Ji Yang, "This style is too ordinary, you can change it to a vintage one."

Hearing this, Ji Yang took a look at the other party's printed casual sportswear, black mid-part hairstyle with black and white letters headband, like a handsome boy who ran out of Two-dimensional. The persistent pursuit of trends and styles, but——

The shadows of the two of them in the elevator were clearly visible, no matter how fancy their clothes were, they couldn't let people ignore their perfect faces.

"Why are you dressed like this? Entities need a lot of scenes, right?"

"Watch you play."

Ji Yang shrugged. Could it be that he figured it out and dressed like this to attract bees and butterflies?But maybe he will be disappointed. After becoming popular, he will play with his friends indoors. After all, others still don't mind being watched.

Waiting for Zhe Huan to follow Ji Yang to the stadium, and the object of being watched becomes Zhe Huan.As soon as a few friends saw Zhe Huan, they instantly turned into fanboys. They were still very cowardly, and they just chased after Ji Yang and asked, "Ji Yang, which big star is he? He's so handsome, I don't even know him."

"It's so badass, I dare not go up and talk to him."

"Do me a favor, I want to take a photo with him—"

Ji Yang couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you want to play? Don't embarrass me. He's not a star, he's just an outsider."

"Are all the walk-on guys so handsome? Ji Yang, as a brother, I'm really worried about your stardom." The glasses guy is straightforward.

Ji Yang hugged him tightly, as if he was about to beat him up: "Hey, people who are celebrities are very superstitious, don't tell me that I can't spit ivory out of my dog's mouth, I want to be famous and popular all over the universe."

A few people pushed and shoved, and Zhe Huan, who was sitting in the stands, seemed a little bored, crossed his legs, tapped his fingers on his knees, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Would you like to come down and play together?" Ji Yang asked Zhe Huan when he was resting.

The reporter smiled happily: "I'm afraid that if you take it seriously, you won't even be able to move. You can play, it's rare to be happy."

"You are the only one with great skills." Ji Yang threw down the towel for wiping sweat with some disappointment.

Zhe Huan said meaningfully: "I still have more powerful means."

If anyone can really be defiant, it must be Zhehuan, he is a bit like Jiuyuan's big brother, unless he treats his own people, all other creatures can be regarded as worthless.

Ji Yang was a little restless, and always felt that Zhe Huan's last words seemed to point to something, and it wasn't aimed at himself, but maybe someone else.

In the elevator before, it was really just an illusion, thinking that the shadow was Ji Yang?

After he came back at night, Ji Yang looked at the sunglasses over and over for a long time, but he didn't see anything abnormal, but he remembered that when the lenses dazzled, they seemed to form a strange pattern, so he tried his best to recall the outline with a brush.

After painting, I stared at the pattern quietly for a long time, and there was nothing abnormal.

"I'm overthinking it." Ji Yang smiled wryly, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, his thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.It would be nice if he could be a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He is not physically tired at the moment, but his heart is tired.

"Ji Yang, it doesn't matter if you are still here or not. Don't give up hope of living, wait until that day, okay?"

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"It's finally quiet." The woman with amber eyes looked out the window and said to herself. "People and ghosts are almost dead, whose turn is it next?"

The nurse who came in was not surprised: "It's time for the activity." Seeing that the woman was still standing still, the nurse opened the wheelchair, pushed her over, pushed her into the wheelchair, and took her to the activity room.

There were three or four patients in good condition sitting in the activity room, two of them were playing cards, and one was drooling and thinking.

Qing Xiaoshu looked around for a while, then turned his head to stare at the TV hanging on the wall, which was broadcasting an entertainment awards show.

"Newcomer Awards Ceremony?" She smiled slightly and asked the nurse, "Is there Ji Yang?"

"Ji Yang?" The nurse was a little surprised, waved his hand and shouted to the doctor sitting in the next office, "Dr. Li, it's amazing, the patient in bed 17 actually knows the draft star."

Dr. Li came out, and when he saw Qing Xiaoshu, he understood, and said with a serious face: "Change the show, the noisy ones will irritate the patients."

"You don't need to change. Looking at the young people, I also feel energetic." Qing Xiaoshu looked over with strange eyes, and Dr. Li felt a little nervous, so he didn't say much and just let her go.

After waiting for a while, I finally saw Ji Yang come out to accept the award, his eyes were green, and he was full of the pride and spirit unique to young people.

Qing Xiaoshu was jealous and afraid, and lowered his eyes slightly: "It's completely different and it seems that he should be like this. Why did he come back? Is he coming back for revenge? He is so powerful, why didn't he just kill me? Or is he trying to steal someone from me?" ?" She was thinking, trembling uncontrollably, and suddenly shouted frantically towards Doctor Li's office, "Quick! Call Fu Junchi and tell him that I'm going to die. I want to tell him something very important. He'll regret it if he doesn't come!"

Dr. Li came out and signaled the nurse to push her back to the room. She yelled all the way, but no one paid attention to her, and no one gave her medicine.

Qing Xiaoshu stared at the cell-like room for a while, "Fu Junchi, I'm going to rescue you." Then he bit his finger out, squatted down on the ground to paint, and bit the other fingers until the paint was not enough. Make a complex pattern the size of a person, and then lie in it with the whole person.

"Jun Chi, I closed my eyes, can you stop disliking me? But if I close my eyes, I won't be able to see those ghosts following you. I will kill all those who want to harm you. I will kill you." I will find out all useful business secrets for you, I live for you, and I will die for you! Wait for me..." The voice faded, and a satisfied and weird smile appeared on her pale face.

Rao is a nurse who is used to seeing all kinds of mental illness. When he opened the door and came in, he was shocked by this weird scene. He hurriedly called a doctor to check and rescue him, and found that the person lying on the ground was out of breath.

"Dead?" Fu Junchi couldn't see any sadness or joy on his face. Hearing Sunny's detailed description of the scene when he found her, he nodded, "Then follow the procedure. Contact Master Chu to discuss her funeral. By the way , tell Tang Sheng that the child in YIchen's studio will take care of him for a while."

After Sunny closed the door and went out, the whole office became extremely quiet. Fu Junchi suddenly said to the air, "Qing Xiaoshu, you are looking for your own death, and I will do what you wish."

A faint sigh seemed to come from a very far away place but also seemed to be very close to him.

"I knew you didn't care about my life or death, and even wanted to kill me. I don't blame you at all, because I know that other people have three souls and seven souls, but you lost one soul because of his death. You are heartless and cold-hearted."

Fu Junchi sat up straight and clapped his hands twice, "It's no wonder that Qingchu can talk even after death, I admire you."

As soon as the words fell, there were two sneers: "What is Qingchu? What is Qing's psychic? I don't care, I only care about you! Fu Junchi, I am the only genius of the Qing family, but because of you, I fell into In the secular world, I deal with evil ghosts and undead. Over the years, I have been constantly driving the dead souls whose consciousness is fading to fill the vacancy of your soul, and not letting that soul develop, just to integrate with you when I die."

"He's back, I want to protect you, even if you lose your life, even if you fall into a ghost realm with no reincarnation."

"You—" Fu Junchi didn't expect that the other party could do such a decisive and vicious sorcery. Before he could say a word, he suddenly felt a strong wind invade his body, his consciousness was impacted, and he passed out instantly.

Hearing the sound, the secretary rushed in with a tall man with a ponytail. The tall man rushed forward to check Fu Junchi's condition: "Evil spirits have entered the body."

"Huh?" Secretary Sunny looked surprised.

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