Ghosts have fairies

The scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and the space around him was compressed towards him, like a collapsed wall. The sense of oppression made him feel that his breathing and heartbeat would be robbed.

It is estimated that someone deliberately let this girl wait for him here.

Qi Tong hurriedly summoned Tian Yuan, melted a slash in his palm, and threw the blood-stained tip of the knife towards the girl viciously. There was a sound of wind from the tip of the knife, and at the same time, shrill ghostly screams erupted from the invisible walls around him. The space instantly dissipated into a large cloud of fog.

He immediately turned around and went back the same way. After returning to the alley, he sent a location to Pluto, and hurried back to the hotel.

It wasn't until he saw He Zhen and Xiao Zongzi standing in front of him safe and sound that a stone fell from his heart, and he fell on the bed and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong with you?" He Zhen asked worriedly.

Qi Tong shook his head, sat up and signaled that he was fine, took out his mobile phone and clattered what had just happened to Pluto, and only put away the mobile phone after learning that the other party had sent a ghost messenger to set off.

He told the other party what happened just now, and He Zhen sat cross-legged next to him, pondered for a long time, and said, "They brought you in on purpose, probably to let you see the portraits of King Zhaocheng and my master."

He and He Zhen suspected before that in Yongning Village, someone else set fire to cause this tragedy. Didn't expect that this "other person" might be his uncle and He Zhen's master?

Seeing him frowning, He Zhen seemed to know what he was thinking, and waved his hand in front of his eyes, interrupting his thoughts: "Don't guess, your uncle and my master couldn't possibly set the fire. Go back to the underworld tomorrow." You might as well ask directly, and I will also ask my master."

Qi Tong nodded, "I told my dad about the studio, but I guess they couldn't find it. It's like a formation, and I was almost trapped in it."

"This person is trying to trap you inside?" He Zhen muttered this sentence, frowning.

"It's okay, I'm not so weak that I can't break through a battle." Qi Tong enjoyed his worry sweetly, and couldn't bear to stretch out his fingers and pushed his locked eyebrows, "Are you so worried about your husband?"

He Zhen slapped his paw away, "Tsk! Are you still in a mood?"

Qi Tong hurriedly sat down obediently, lowered his head and glanced at him from time to time, brazenly pretending to be obedient.

The next morning they took the little zongzi to eat a famous local breakfast, and as soon as they put down their chopsticks, Qi Tong sensed that black and white impermanence came to pick them up.

The reluctance that had been laying the groundwork before climbed to the peak at this moment.

He Zhen picked up the child and followed him back to the underworld without saying a word. The medical officer checked Xiao Zongzi again, and after confirming that he could enter reincarnation normally the next day, he saw that both of them were very sad. Appearance, helpless and moved.

"There is no banquet that lasts forever." The medical officer murmured this old saying, "This child's life is so short, and your life is so long, but it is a great fate to be able to meet and accompany you."

After He Zhen returned to Qi Tong's mansion, he was still depressed, and he didn't even look at his favorite mountain scene, but sat on the carpet and watched Xiao Zongzi face to face for a long time.

"Hey, you don't want to cry, do you?" Qi Tong rubbed his hair dumbfounded, sat cross-legged next to the elder and younger, and said softly: "We are so destined, we will definitely see each other again in the future. "

He smiled and looked at Xiao Zongzi, "Is Xiao Zongzi right?"

The kid nodded vigorously, his eyes were red, but he was very strong not to let the tears fall. He handed the red string with a tumbler hanging on his hand to He Zhen, "I will always be with my brother from now on."

When he entered reincarnation, everything he carried on his body would disappear, and Qi Tong helped him put away the red rope, which was also a memory for the two of them in the future.

At night, the three of them spent a lot of time at bedtime. Later, the child couldn't bear it and fell asleep, but the two of them didn't feel sleepy. They sat aside and looked at the small ball in the middle of the bed.

The next day, Qi Tong put Xiao Zongzi's tumbler red string in the cabinet, where He Zhen's portrait and Xiao Zongzi's dead jade were hidden there.When closing the cabinet, he couldn't help sighing, and He Zhen and He Zhen took the child's hand to Naihe Bridge.

"Baby, my sister specially made you a cup of hot milk tea, try it!" Granny Meng approached the child with a smile on her face, and enthusiastically handed over a large cup of milk tea.

The child looked back at Qi Tong, and Qi Tong nodded amusedly, then he said "Thank you" sweetly, and took a big gulp of milk tea.

Granny Meng straightened up, and when she saw the reluctance of the young couple in front of her, she sighed softly, "I never thought that one day I would persuade you this, alas, life and death are parting, it's human nature, be careful."

He Zhen squatted down and looked at the child at the same level. The little zongzi was still carrying the little schoolbag he bought. He patted the little zongzi on the head and kissed him on the forehead again, "Little zongzi will be safe, happy, healthy and happy."

When the child heard this, tears welled up in his eyes instantly, and his mouth could not be restrained.

Qi Tong quickly squatted down and wiped his eye sockets, coaxing him softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, brother will never forget little zongzi."

Xiao Zongzi took out a piece of paper from the schoolbag and handed it to them carefully.

After Qi Tong opened it, he realized that it was a painting drawn by a child. It was when the three of them were looking at the stars in the desert.

"Thank you big brother and little brother."

The child suddenly jumped into their midst and kissed their cheeks. The tears couldn't be held back at last, and the tears fell down. He choked up and said, "I will give my brother a kiss, and my brother will also buy jelly for the little zongzi in the future." ah."

The two looked at each other, laughed, and said warmly, "Okay, I must buy jelly for Xiaozongzi."

The melodious flute sounded, and it was time.

Give you a bowl of turbid soup, forget love, hate, anger and ignorance...

Floating above Meng Po Zhuang are the few sentences that Qi Tong has complained about countless times. When he was young, he once said with a smile that there is nothing wrong with forgetting the floating life. When everything starts again, all the anger and annoyance will disappear, which is a great thing.

But now he couldn't laugh anymore. In the short life of a mortal, there is not only anger, disgust, and annoyance, but also love.

He suddenly understood that Yan Chuan had waited foolishly for the past few lifetimes. Now that he and He Zhen couldn't bear to part with Xiao Zongzi, Yan Chuan must also be reluctant to part with his beloved wife before.

"Goodbye brother!"

Granny Meng took Xiao Zongzi's hand and walked across the Naihe Bridge step by step. When she reached the middle of the bridge, the child suddenly turned around, grinned at them with a big smile, and waved her hand as a final farewell.

They watched the child drink the soup served by Meng Po, and the vivid expression on his face gradually calmed down. Finally, the small figure went further and further away, and when a thick fog hit, the blurry figure disappeared completely.

Qi Tong suppressed the sourness in his nasal cavity, turned around and embraced He Zhen and hugged him in his arms, "If you want to cry, I can pretend not to see you."

"I didn't cry!" He Zhen's voice was muffled, and he replied stiffly, but he didn't break away from Qi Tong's embrace.

The two stayed quietly by the bridge for a long time, until the Huangquan train came, and after another group of dead souls got off the train, the two separated and slowly took a walk by the Wangchuan River.

"What's the fate of the little zongzi in the next life?" After a while, He Zhen asked suddenly. He knew that this question was very sensitive, and he knew that the other party might not answer, but he still wanted to know.

Qi Tong curled his lips, leaned closer to him, and whispered: "What you told the child just now will come true."

He believed in Qi Tong, completely believed in it, knowing that Xiao Zongzi would have a happy family in the next life, he was completely relieved, and the reluctance and sadness just now finally eased a lot.

"Going home?" He turned his head and asked, he remembered that Qi Tong said before that he still had something to do when he went home.

Qi Tong responded, looked around, and after confirming that there were no other ghosts, he took his shoulders and wandered into a secluded alley pretending to be comfortable.

After passing through several walls and houses in a row, Qi Tong conjured up two black cloaks out of nowhere, helped him put them on, and blinked mysteriously, "Put this on and put on your hat. Let's try to keep a low profile."

There was a wall in front of them, and the sound of the river flowing was clearly coming from outside the wall. Before He Zhen could ask, Qi Tong led him through it.

He Zhen froze for a moment, it was pitch black behind the wall, only the whistling wind could be heard, he tightened the hand holding him nervously.

"Don't be afraid." Qi Tong's voice came quickly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, a breeze brushed against his ears, and it was Qi Tong who snapped his fingers.

Soon, He Zhen noticed that the surroundings were a little brighter. Not far in front of him, an old lamp was shaking in the wind. Looking at it, he was afraid that its light would be blown out at any time.

With the help of the light, he could clearly see a swift river in front of them, and a simple boat was parked under the light.

The wind was strong by the river, Qi Tong helped him tighten the cloak, took his hand and went straight into the boat.

"This is also the Wangchuan River." Qi Tong took down the lamp and explained, "This boat can take us to Mingjiang."

He Zhen nodded, the wind was strong, the river was rushing, and the boat was running very erratically, so he had no time to chat. He held Qi Tong's hand uneasily, always feeling that their lying down would not go well.

The place where the boat docked was also in the same darkness, only the lamp in Qi Tong's hand could illuminate the road a few meters ahead of them.

The further he walked, the more uneasy He Zhen felt, "Are we really going home from here?"

Qi Tong smiled and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, Mingjiang is a place where prisoners are held, so the road will make people feel a little uncomfortable, and it will be much better when you enter the city."

He Zhen nodded obediently and let him lead her away.What he saw was indeed getting brighter and brighter. After walking for a long time, he saw a dilapidated town standing in front of him.

There were lights in the city, although it was weird, but they could illuminate. He Zhen couldn't help but looked back, and was surprised to find that Ming Jiang was an island, and the road was too dark, and they could only see a few meters around the lights, so that their He never noticed when the ship sailed into the sea.

The main road is a bluestone road, but it has been cracked a lot, and weeds have come out of the cracks, which is quite desolate.

Occasionally, one or two ghost messengers escorting prisoners walked by, but there were more ghosts wearing black cloaks like them.

"Many of these ghosts are family members who were tortured here, so they simply moved here to start a small business." Qi Tong quietly leaned into He Zhen's ear and explained: "The road we are walking now is actually the most lively place in Mingjiang. Street."

He Zhen looked around, and there was no end to the long street, but as far as he could see, he could still see many stalls selling food and small items.

"Where are we going now?" he asked softly.

The holding hands of the two were hidden under the wide cloak, Qi Tong led him and turned into a small road, turning around and coming to a huge palace.

This palace is not resplendent, or even grandiose, and it feels more eerie and weird.

"This is the Mingjiang Prison where the prisoners are held." Qi Tong said with a "shh", and pointed to a narrow gate under the palace tower, "Shut up, we'll wait here."

He Zhen didn't know what he was going to do, but still nodded obediently, followed him and hid in the shadow of the corner.

Not long after, a loud noise came from the door.

"Hurry up! Don't fucking die!"

"Don't think that you can be exonerated if your father becomes the manager."

"Hurry up, after three hundred lashes, you still have to go to Reflection Pavilion. Even if you delay the time, even your father in charge will not be able to save you."

He Zhen watched intently, and as the door was kicked open, there was a harsh noise, and a few ghost messengers escorted a disheveled man out.

He wanted to ask Qi Tong who that was, but just as he opened his mouth, he remembered that Qi Tong had told him not to make a sound, so he swallowed the question back.

The man lowered his head, his disheveled hair blocked his face, but he could see the saliva leaving his mouth, dangling in mid-air as he walked, it was really embarrassing.

He Zhen couldn't hold back and moved forward, the man stopped a few steps dawdly, a ghost whipped him impatiently, the man raised his head back and groaned.

It was at this moment that He Zhen saw the man's appearance clearly.

"!"

He took a deep breath and grabbed Qi Tong's wrist tightly with one hand.