Supernatural movie boss is my husband

The scene changed quickly, and Chuanbai was abruptly pulled into another environment. He looked around the environment, and it seemed that he was in a certain room. The furniture around him was antique and very charming.

He looked down at himself, looking poor in his dusty clothes.

"You came."

A male voice suddenly came from behind, but his voice seemed very weak. Chuan Bai turned around, and the man in front of him had long black hair, his face was too pale, and his lips were bloodless.

The man in front of him was Shanglu, but for some reason, his complexion was so bad, his figure was thin, and he seemed to be dying soon.

"Mr. Shang, you..."

Hearing that he called Shang Lu Mr. Shang, Chuan Bai understood in his heart that it seemed that he was attached to this body, but he could not control it.

When Shang Lu heard this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "What's the matter, didn't you agree to help me draw today?"

Chuan Bai suddenly remembered that when he first met Shang Lu, he seemed to have said exactly the same thing.

The owner of the body opened his mouth and said nothing in the end. The condition of Phytolacca in front of him looked very bad, and he was out of breath after walking two steps.

"It's been a while, what's wrong with your body?"

Chuan Bai looked at him like this, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't know why he was like this, he just felt that Shanglu in front of him seemed to leave him at any time.

"Are you worried about me..."

Shanglu seemed very happy, his jade-like face burst into a smile, and he took a step closer to himself, with a cool breath rushing towards him.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked Chuan Bai's eyebrows, Chuan Bai felt himself take two steps back, a trace of loneliness flashed in Shanglu's black eyes, and soon disappeared.

"...I'm just a little sick lately, paint for me."

Shanglu quickly restrained his emotions, sat aside, and looked at him tenderly.

Chuan Bai saw himself picking up the paintbrush and began to paint the appearance of Phytophthora across the street.

His painting skills are very good, comparable to his own, and his brush strokes are delicate, very much like the painting he saw in the attic before.

Wait, is that the painting in the attic painted by this guy?Could he be Shanglu's old friend?

Shanglu didn't feel that he was very similar to this talent and confessed to himself!

Chuan Bai only felt that his head was turning green, and his heart was filled with anger. He wanted to see what this man looked like!

He raised his eyes, and the mirror in front of him reflected the man's appearance.

The man has messy and curly black hair, a pair of clear brown eyes, and fair skin. He seems to be malnourished. He holds a paintbrush in his hand,

The joints are distinct.

This...isn't this himself? !

"Mr. Shang, you seem to be in a very bad condition... Would you like to take a rest?"

"No...no need...!"

Shang Lu's complexion was even worse, and his black eyes became a little chaotic. He frowned tightly, showing pain, and tightly clutched the armrest of the chair, as if he was enduring something.

Chuan Bai stayed in the man's body and watched everything in front of him, with doubts lingering in his heart.

Why does this man look exactly like me...?What exactly is going on?

Moreover, Phytophthora's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse. Chuan Bai really wanted to step forward to pat him on the back, to make him feel better, but the owner of this body was still painting non-stop, and had no intention of stepping forward at all.

Is this person a fool?Didn't you see that Shanglu was suffering?You shouldn't be painting now, you should care about him.

After a long time, he finally stopped his brush, and the Phytophthora lifelike on the drawing paper, his black eyes were gentle and his posture was elegant.

"Mr. Shang, please take a look at it, and if there is anything inappropriate, I will modify it."

"No need... I can trust your paintings... My body is not feeling well, please come back after a while."

Shang Lu got up slowly, his footsteps were a little vain, and the pain on his face became more intense. He had been enduring it all the time, and left in a hurry after leaving this sentence.

Chuan Bai felt that the owner of his body seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated to speak, and finally put down his raised hand.

"Mr. Shang..."

The man murmured in a low voice, but in the end he didn't say anything. He packed up his drawing tools and left the room.

Chuanbai finally got out of his body, and he quickly ran towards the direction where Shanglu left.

He felt a little sore in his heart, and couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly. Shanglu's body was so weak that he was still struggling to cooperate with that person's painting!

Finally, at the corner, Chuanbai saw Shanglu, who was leaning against the wall, short of breath, with a haggard face, Chuanbai's brown eyes were full of joy, and he hurried forward.

"Plant land! Are you okay! What's wrong? Let's go to the hospital, shall we?"

"Shanglu, come with me, I'll take you to see a doctor!"

He asked eagerly beside Shang Lu, but Shang Lu ignored him, his black eyes were looking in the direction where the person left, and he lowered his eyes, with a gentle expression on his face.

"It turns out...he still cares about me...fortunately...he is willing to come and see me..."

"Cough...cough!"

He couldn't bear it anymore, coughed loudly, blood stained his bloodless lips, and his complexion was almost transparent.

Chuanbai's lips moved up and down, feeling powerless all over his body. He slowly raised his hand, trying to wrap his arms around Shanglu, but passed through his body.

He didn't know what it was like in his heart at this time. His heart seemed to be hollowed out, and there was a sour feeling lingering in his chest. But there was a dampness coming.

What is this... tears?How can I cry...?

He raised his eyes, Shanglu in front of him wiped the blood from his lips, and walked slowly towards the distance while supporting the wall.

And Chuan Bai stood there, watching his staggering steps, only felt that the tip of his nose became more sore, and what Shanglu said to that man echoed in his mind.

Is he that good...is it worth it?

Thinking about it now, maybe Shanglu confessed to himself at the beginning...it was also because he resembled this person.

Can draw, looks so similar...

Chuan Bai only felt a sour feeling in his heart. He shook his head and wanted to leave here, but the scene changed rapidly in the next second. At this time, he was in the mourning hall, and there was a coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. In front of him was a portrait, surrounded by mournful cries.

"This Mr. Shang is young and promising, but he didn't expect to end up like this in the end."

"Oh, yes, what a pity..."

Mr. Shang...is it Phytophthora?What the hell happened?

Chuan Bai wanted to go up to ask those people, but he couldn't move at all, only then did he realize that he was actually inside that person's body again.

There was an unknown fire in his heart, and he cursed this person in his heart, but this person still stood where he was, without moving at all, as if Shanglu's death had nothing to do with him.

Chuan Bai only felt that this person was too heartless, thanks to Shang Lu who missed him so much, but he let Shang Lu down like this.

"Shanglu..."

The man clenched his hands tightly and his body trembled a little. He took a deep breath, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Shanglu's portrait a few times, then turned and left.

The man was extremely fast, and when he returned to the dilapidated home, he began to search for something, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found the book in a corner.

The man murmured: "The art of painting requires the exchange of souls, one life for one life..."

He gripped the book tightly, prepared the painting tools in a panic, opened the book, and found a knife on the table.

Chuanbai was startled, what does this person want to do?

The hand holding the knife trembled. Finally, he gritted his teeth and chose to cut a wound on the palm of his hand. He dripped blood into the paint, put down the knife and quickly started painting.

The paint that blended with the blood became incomparably beautiful at this time, and it did not become terrifying because of the blood.

"Come back...Plantland...please..."

The man's voice trembled, as if he was holding back something, perhaps because of the pain, his hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably, and the eyes of the Phytophthora in the painting became extremely uncoordinated.

At this time, Chuanbai had confirmed that the painting in the attic was made by this man.

After a long time, the painting was finished. He hung the painting on the wall, and drew an extremely weird magic circle on the ground according to the content in the book. middle.

"Chuan Bai, a descendant of the Chuan family... is willing to exchange his life... for Shanglu's life..."

Chuan Bai was stunned at this moment, he actually has the same name as himself?

What the hell is going on here... It can't be a coincidence that so many things are happening!Could it be that there is some connection between myself and this person...?

As soon as the words fell, Shang Lu in the portrait suddenly moved, and then raised those black eyes, but the eyes were chaotic.

"Great...Mr. Shang...you are back..."

This person was already extremely weak, he took a long breath, and slowly stood up, but he had no strength left to do anything else, his body became unstable for a moment, and he fell hard to the ground.

His thoughts seemed to be confused at this time, but he still said something: "Mr. Shang...Mr. Shang..."

Chuan Bai saw that his hands began to become transparent, and he was gradually detached from his body, and he understood everything in his heart.

He used a forbidden technique, one life for another... He should disappear...

Chuan Bai floated in mid-air, and finally saw the man's face clearly. He was lying on the ground, but his eyes were fixed on the painting on the wall, full of reluctance, but there was still a smile on his face.

That person finally disappeared, together with the magic circle on the ground, as if he had never existed.

Chuanbai hangs in the air, with mixed feelings in his heart...

He originally thought that this person had no conscience, and he didn't say anything when he saw Shang Lu was dying, not even a word of concern, but in the end, this person was the one who had the deepest affection for him...

Trading life for life, Chuan Bai couldn't imagine how he made this decision, he would rather give up his own life than return Shanglu.

That person has the same name as himself, I don't know if it's a coincidence or fate...

He floated to the side of the book and gently opened the ancient book, but a line of words on the end page caught his attention.

[This technique cannot be used arbitrarily, because the seven souls of the resurrected person will be incomplete, which will lead to instability of their mind, and thus be backlashed by evil thoughts. ] Chuanbai froze with his hands turning the pages of the book, feeling unstable...?

He suddenly shook his body, as if he had thought of something, his face became a little ugly.

In that case, everything makes sense.

Shang Lu was supposed to have no other personality, but why did a younger brother personality appear after all?Now that I think about it, it is very likely because of this forbidden technique.

The man just wanted to save him, but he didn't expect that this forbidden technique would change Shanglu...

Chuanbai suddenly felt remorse in his heart, but he didn't know where this emotion came from, obviously he wasn't the one who used the forbidden technique...

"Don't you understand yet?"

The voice lingered in his ears again, and Chuan Bai was confused at this time, let alone understanding what he meant.

"I...I don't understand..."

The voice stopped talking, and after a long time, he spoke again: "You will understand soon."

The scene changed again, and Shang Lu in front of him was sitting alone in a pitch-black room, with nothing around him, only a light source above his head.

He hugged himself tightly, his black hair scattered all over the floor, and his body trembled slightly.

He was saying something in a low voice, Chuan Bai couldn't hear clearly, he slowly approached Shanglu, and finally heard what he was muttering clearly.

"It's gone... It's gone..."

"It was me...it was me who killed him...it was me..."

Shang Lu lowered his head, trembling all over, with a crazy expression on his face, his spirit seemed to have begun to go wrong.

"Can't get out..."

Suddenly he began to laugh in a low voice, the laughter was full of despair, black mist overflowed from his body, and the mist gradually merged into a vague figure.

The figure approached him, and said in a low voice: "Do you want to go out...Do you want to find him...I can help you..."

Shanglu was still trembling, he slowly raised his head, his black eyes were filled with confusion: "Who are you...can you really help me find him..."

The figure smiled: "You can treat me as your sister...I am another you...I can help you find him, but I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Let me live in your body, how about we share the same body?"

"Okay...but you have to help me find him..."

The figure remained silent, but moved closer to Shanglu, and the black mist gradually poured into his body. Shanglu slowly lowered his head, allowing the black mist to erode him.

After a while, Shang Lu slowly raised his head, but the madness in his eyes was suppressed, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "I can finally come out."

He raised his hand, gently touched his cheek, and smiled sweetly: "Of course I will help you find him."

The scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings were pitch black. "The person who paints is also the person who paints... You should go back."

The voice sounded again, and Chuan Bai wanted to say something, but there was a pain in his head.

In an instant, memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind, for a moment he could not accept those memories at all, and his headache was splitting.

"no, do not want!"

He opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, sweating profusely, his face pale as paper.

He sat on the sofa blankly, looked around for a while, and then looked out of the window, it was already daylight

He couldn't help putting his hands on his forehead, and laughed softly: "The person who paints... is also the person who paints..."

The author has something to say: Why did that voice pause, because he thought Chuan Bai was a fool and didn't really want to talk to him, but for the sake of the plot, what can he do?

The subject of this unit is so stupid that he can complete the method without even reading the book.

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