Escape from the Ghost

When Song Yi woke up, it was already bright.He touched the hard bed board, shook his head and rubbed his neck, feeling pain all over his body.The wooden frame of the bed is carved with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and the surrounding large horizontal wooden shelves cover the whole bed. This room looks antique, and it is definitely the living room of an ancient official lady.

The sound of footsteps outside the door suddenly sounded, and Song Yi quickly lay down on the bed, closing her eyes pretendingly.The door was pushed open with a "squeak", and accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, the girl's graceful voice was even more touching: "You are clearly awake, why are you still pretending to sleep here? Are you afraid that we will eat you?"

As soon as Song Yi opened his eyes, he saw Su Ningzi sitting by the bed.He frowned, remembering the "Superwoman" who flew over the walls with a whip to beat You Ming last night, subconsciously moved into the bed, and said cautiously, "How do you know I'm awake?"

"Hmph..." Su Ningzi smiled lightly, without any trace of the hostility in her eyebrows and eyes when she killed the enemy last night, and said, "Is my breathing messed up? Living people are troublesome, and going back and forth is nothing more than this, so what's the use of pretending?" of?"

Living... is trouble...

Song Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze out an unattractive but sincere smile, and wanted to pull up the quilt and continue to lie on the bed without waking up.He froze for a moment, feeling that Su Ningzi suddenly stopped talking, raised his head to look at her suspiciously, only to find that her eyes were red.

Song Yi is usually not afraid of the sky and the earth, but he is most afraid of beautiful girls crying, especially the kind of sobbing.I can't scold, I can't be anxious, I can't coax, I can't talk, I have goose bumps all over my body when I breathe.

The next moment, Su Ningzi's tears began to "pop" down, she looked at Song Yi with tears in her eyes and said nothing.

Song Yi was completely flustered, and said nervously, "Sister Superman! Don't...don't cry! Can we talk about it if you have something to say? And...you look so ugly when you cry."

When Su Ningzi heard this, she frowned, and burst into tears with a "wow", without any politeness.Song Yi actually wanted to comfort her with a few words, but she has almost no actual combat experience, and her coaxing skills are too shallow, and she doesn't like to stay in Germany when she usually speaks, and her mouth has changed completely.

Song Yi was speechless, and in desperation, he scolded: "Shut up!"

When Su Ningzi heard this, she stopped crying immediately, twitched her shoulders and hiccupped.She froze for two seconds, covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, and began to laugh "hehehe" without listening.Song Yi curled his lips with a bitter face, and stared at Su Ningzi's big eyes carefully, really wanting to confirm her mental state.

Su Ningzi wiped her tears, and suddenly her face was filled with joy, and she said with a gratified aunt's smile, "You look a bit like him now."

Song Yi wondered: "Who do you look like?"

Seeing Song Yi's innocent face, Su Ningzi pursed her lips, endured a lot of words and said nothing, she suddenly leaned forward, threw herself into Song Yi's arms, hugged him tightly and murmured: " I miss you...it's good to have you back..."

One sad, one happy, another sad, Song Yi seemed to be on a roller coaster.Besides, there is absolutely no accident scene scarier than a tigress pretending to be a white rabbit.He tapped Su Ningzi's shoulder with his index finger in embarrassment, and said, "I...I can't breathe anymore!"

Su Ningzi didn't seem to hear it, she nestled in his arms and didn't move.The girl's soft body was pressed against his chest. In a daze, he seemed to have gradually forgotten Su Ningzi's dominatrix appearance last night. She was just a little girl in front of him.He hesitated, put his hand on Su Ningzi's shoulder, and said, "Where am I? Don't cry."

Su Ningzi shook her body, slowly let go of Song Yi, wiped her face with the back of her hand and said, "They are all waiting for you in the yard, they have been waiting for you all night."

Song Yi was surprised: "They? Waited for me all night?"

Su Ningzi nodded, stood by the bed and said, "Li Zhaoling, and Xia Houyong are at the door."

Thinking back, Song Yi suddenly remembered Li Zhaoling's last look in Mucheng Museum, and then looked at Su Ning's purple eyes.Since the car accident, the doubts in his heart have been getting bigger and bigger one after another.All things seem to be ignited by the same opportunity and extinguished by the same reason. It seems that as long as there is a certain key link, they can be connected in series.

Now...the puzzle should be solved.

Song Yi and Su Ningzi left the room together. The small courtyard was very bright, with stone tables and chairs in the middle.Xia Houyong was lying on the side of the stone table, with a pair of black bear eyes, wiping his tears and nose, and twitching again and again from time to time.He hasn't shaved for two days, and at this moment, his face has successfully grown from a "slab inch" to a "hair inch", black and oily.

Li Zhaoling was sitting on the veranda behind the stone table, holding the Zhantian Halberd and carefully waiting for the blade.He still looks like a suit and leather shoes, with glasses with gold rims, eyes downcast, looking like he is in his own world.But in Song Yi's eyes, this situation and this scene are indescribably awkward and weird. The huge gap between the ancient and modern styles collides together, always carrying a kind of sadness that time is not waiting for me.

Su Ningzi didn't speak, she stood at the door and looked at Li Zhaoling.

Song Yi walked towards him step by step, put his hand on it gently, touched a crack on the left blade, and asked, "How did you do this?" How was it picked up.

"It's an old thing." Li Zhaoling responded, put down the flannel in his hand, and held the Zhantian Halberd in his hand. Suddenly, the entire Zhantian Halberd was bright and disappeared in his hand. He stood up, looked at Su Ningzi, and asked, " How is his body?"

"Irregular nutrition, nothing serious."

When Li Zhaoling heard this, his expression darkened immediately, and he said coldly, "You know, that's not what I asked."

Su Ningzi raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, like a child who succeeded in pranking, and said: "I thought you didn't care? The host is Yin, so it's normal to be surrounded by some dirty things. Besides, You are around, since You Ming can't kill him, naturally he can only choose people around him to attack. It just so happens that there is a Mucheng Museum around the school, which is basically equivalent to a ready-made living cemetery, so You Ming can always hide, easily undiscovered."

Song Yi asked: "You mean, it is because of me that You Ming stayed in the school and kept hurting people?"

Su Ningzi nodded without saying a word.

"But..." Song Yi wanted to ask something more, but just opened his mouth but suddenly stopped.

Li Zhaoling knew what Song Yi wanted to ask. For a long time, Song Yi had been brooding over the deaths of Jia Yong and Zhao Yu, and even dared not face them.He turned his head to look at Song Yi, and said coldly: "Life and death are up to one's fate. There is a force in the dark, which is reflected in everyone's life. You don't have to blame yourself."

Song Yi's face became even more bitter when he heard it. He knew that this person wanted to comfort him, but with a stern and indifferent look, he always felt that he was a math genius, pitying those students with extremely poor talents but working hard, saying , "Look, this is fate."

Xia Houyong raised his head and twitched his mustache, and looked at Song Yi sympathetically. To be honest, what he feared most in his life was hearing Li Zhaoling's serious comforting words.

Song Yi took a step forward, glanced at everyone in the yard, and finally fell on Li Zhaoling's face and asked, "Who are you?"

Xia Houyong has completely woken up. In line with his social responsibility to protect the health and property safety of the people, his brain is running fast, and he is thinking about how to express the core idea of ​​"Although we are not human, you don't need to be afraid", In the end, I just started, and I heard Li Zhaoling say something calmly: "The person who should have died."

Xia Houyong: "..."

Su Ningzi: "!!!"

Song translation: "???!!!"

Li Zhaoling said lightly: "3000 years ago, the Northern Wei Dynasty killed the god Wu An Jun Song Muzhi, led four ministers and five generals, counted the cavalry battalion, vanguard battalion, reserve army, left wing, and right wing of the Song family army, a total of 520 people, and set off to Zhao. The so-called The four ministers, that is, the retainers with four surnames, Li Zhaoling from the Li family of Dongming, Xiahou Yong from the Xiahou family of Beichen, Su Ningzi from the Su family of the West Palace, and Zhao You from the Zhao family of Nanxuan."

Song Yi was surprised and couldn't believe it.

"The five generals are Wang Xin, Zhang Xun, Duan Fuzun, Wu Guangxin, and Chen Shang." Li Zhaoling paused for a while and continued, "In a great battle 3000 years ago, Han and Zhao defeated Mucheng with all their strength. , the lord general Song Muzhi and one hundred thousand soldiers fought to the death together, we...survived..."

Song Yi hurriedly asked: "Why did you survive?"

Xia Houyong and Su Ningzi looked at Li Zhaoling secretly, Li Zhaoling frowned slightly, his thoughts seemed to return to the stormy evening when the city was broken many years ago, and said: "Since you are alive, there is always a reason to live."

Song Yi obviously felt that Li Zhaoling wanted to hide something, and continued to ask, "What reason?"

Li Zhaoling stared at Song Yi without saying a word, his eyes were deep, which made Song Yi's heart shudder.

Seeing that Li Zhaoling was unwilling to answer, he rolled his eyes and continued to ask, "Is it related to the car accident? Or is it related to me?" A thought flashed through him, he paused for a moment, and said, "All the incredible things seem to be Happened after the car accident?"

After a while, Li Zhaoling said, "Have you ever touched Yinluan?"

"Yinluan... you mean the brush?"

Li Zhaoling lowered his brows and said in a calm voice: "Yinluan is Song Muzhi's old possession. Only when the host touches Yinluan, will the power of the undead in the body be stimulated."

"Host... What is a host? Who is a host?"

There was another long silence, this time, even Li Zhaoling didn't answer him.

Song Yi looked at Xia Houyong, and then at Su Ningzi. Under the deep eyes of everyone, they all looked hesitant to speak.He suddenly remembered Li Zhaoling's bewildered expression before he fell into a coma, Su Ningzi's eager hug just now, and moving forward, even Xia Houyong's relief when he opened his eyes and told nonsense repeatedly, and he understood everything in an instant.

Thousands of years later, Song Muzhi's soul will not die, so now, there is only one reason for these people to live, waiting for Song Muzhi's resurrection.

"Humph!" Song Yi chuckled, looked at the speechless crowd, and said, "So, you were waiting for him," he said frivolously, as if this arrogance was his last dignity and protection.

Li Zhaoling looked at Song Yi's lonely expression and said, "Once the host is awakened, the soul that is fostered in the body will be reborn."

Song Yi bit her lower lip and said, "What about after rebirth? What about me?"

Li Zhaoling lowered his gaze again and did not speak.

"Haha..." In the empty courtyard, Song Yi suddenly laughed mockingly and awkwardly, "Are you telling me a joke? People more than 3000 years ago said they were reborn when they said they were reborn? Buddy! Wake up!" !” He glanced at these people in disbelief, as if he had just heard an extremely absurd story, and what he was facing now was just a humanoid doll dressed up as a monster in the playground, he emphasized his tone, and looked at Li Zhaoling paused word by word: "You must be joking with me, Li... old... Teacher..."

Li Zhaoling sighed deeply, and turned his eyes away from him.

Song Yi accepted all expressions desolately, and he found that the belief of "living" that he was proud of was nothing in this unimaginable change and when facing so many powerful people.Even himself, in the end, had to end up in a ridiculous and pitiful ending.It all happened so suddenly, and all the things had already overwhelmed him, like a mouthful of poison, contained in his throat, which made the sky and the earth not work.This feeling is simply worse than death.However, he still didn't want to admit defeat.

Song Yi tried his best to control his emotions, stabilized his tone, calmed down a little, and repeated: "Tell me, what will happen to me?"

Li Zhaoling looked serious, and said, "I... I don't know... Maybe I will die... Maybe I won't. In fact, for 3000 years, you are not the only host, but no one can make it to the last step."

"why?"

After a long time, I heard Li Zhaoling say slowly: "Haunted by darkness, accidents occur frequently, and only death can relieve you."

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