Bend that ghost

Wen Zhijiang narrowed his eyes, and resolutely refused: "Mentally retarded, put away your messy thoughts."

The feeling of being hugged together was too real, Wen Zhijiang could really feel that Lu Li's body temperature was slightly higher than his own.

He is a ghost, he can't feel anything in this world, even his hand can penetrate the tree trunk, but why can he touch Lu Li, a living person? ?

This Lu Li must not be simple.

Lu Li smiled nonchalantly, and said, "By the way, you don't know yet, your name is no longer in the book of life and death, so you can't be reincarnated like other ghosts."

"What... what?" Wen Zhijiang was stunned, and then regained his composure: "What does that have to do with being by your side? Anyway, I still have bonds in this world, so what if I don't reincarnate?"

Isn't it like this in TV shows?Ghosts with ties and obsessions can stay in the mortal world in the form of spirit bodies.

Lu Li was amused by Wen Zhijiang's indifferent attitude. He let go of Wen Zhijiang's wrist and leaned on the car. He tapped on the window of the co-pilot and said, "Look for yourself."

Wen Zhijiang turned around suspiciously and bent down to look inside the car. A paper figurine cut out of red paper was quietly placed on the driver's seat, although it was still the color of blood in the dark night, as if the white paper was stained with blood. .

Recalling the scene before being hit by a car, no one was driving this car at all, and this bloody man looked so weird.

Wen Zhijiang stared intently at the bloody paper figurine, and whispered in astonishment, "...What is that?"

"It's a kind of Shangqing Maoshan technique, specially designed to kill you." Lu Li yawned lazily and said lazily, and spread his hands to Wen Zhijiang: "You don't really think this is just a car accident, do you? Don't be naive, young master. , you have long been targeted by the psychic world."

Although Wen Zhijiang had a half-knowledge of what Lu Li said, there was one thing he understood.

He was murdered! !

"Who did it?" Wen Zhijiang leaned back against the car, thinking about where to dissect the murderer.

Lu Li leaned sideways on the taxi, his smile restrained and turned serious, and he shook his head: "I don't know yet, although the Maoshan method is used, I'm not sure if it's not Maoshan, but the attack is ruthless. If you come a little later, you will lose your soul."

Wen Zhijiang pursed his lips and couldn't help clenching his fists.The other party not only wanted his life, but even his soul.After a while, he opened his lips and said, "Why did you save me?"

Hitting the pole is not a business. Lu Li would save him, so he must have his own purpose. Could it be... because of his eyes?

"Anyway, your soul is still alive, and they won't give up." Lu Li didn't answer Wen Zhijiang, took something out of his windbreaker pocket and handed it to Wen Zhijiang, saying, "Without me, you would be wiped out now, what about Dr. Wen? follow me."

Wen Zhijiang glanced at what Lu Li handed over, and his eyes were attracted instantly. It was a pure black earring, without any decoration, like frosting, plain and unpretentious, but it had a strange meaning of summoning.

"What about you?" Wen Zhijiang didn't pick up the earring, and squinted at Lu Li, "What is your purpose?"

The appearance of this man was too suspicious, not to mention that the first person he saw after waking up was Lu Li, and everything he heard was from Lu Li, which didn't mean he could trust Lu Li.

Lu Li still maintained the posture of handing over the earrings, but his eyes were filled with piety for an instant, and his thin lips parted slightly, and said three words: "Protect you."

After Wen Zhijiang was briefly surprised, he turned his back to Lu Li with a blank look in his eyes, and said, "Let me refuse."

Wen Zhijiang couldn't tell whether Lu Li's words were true or not, but he concluded that this strange man would not tell him the whole truth.

Too many things happened in just a few hours, and he had to figure out how to go in the future.

Death is the end of life. Wen Zhijiang once thought that after death, he might be able to relieve many responsibilities or burdens.

But when he was still conscious after death and turned into a legendary ghost, Wen Zhijiang realized that things were troublesome.

Wen Zhijiang is a single-parent family. His father died of illness that year, and his mother and grandfather stayed in the small city, while he went to university alone, and was accepted as an exchange student. After returning from a foreign country with a graduate certificate, he was directly arranged for employment.

He has been working outside for two years. Although the hospital has shifts to rest, this time is not enough for him to go home.

So Wen Zhijiang hasn't been home for two years since he started working.

Now that he died in a foreign country, he might have to wait for the police to contact his mother to inform him of his death.

If he died alone, he would die, and he would have nothing to worry about in the world, but even though his father had passed away, his mother was still alive, and sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person would be a pain in the ass, how would she face her own death?

If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have used work as an excuse to refuse to go home because of that incident in the past two years.

Wen Zhijiang clenched his hands into fists, and he began to hate the bastard who killed him.

Lu Li was sitting on the roof of the taxi with his hands on his knees, his gaze was always fixed on the meditative figure under the tree with his chin resting on one hand, not missing any of his movements.

Ever since Wen Zhijiang rejected the earring, he has kept this movement motionless, as if his whole body had stopped along with his life.

The only movement is probably that the hand on the side clenches a fist, and then releases it, repeating the cycle.

No matter what he said, Wen Zhijiang just kept silent.

Lu Li raised his eyes to look at the already bright sky, and started to have a headache.

After death, most people would react like they did before they got a terminal illness, crazily denying that they were dead, but Wen Zhijiang was just puzzled and shocked for a while, and then... seemed to be depressed. Although Lu Li wanted to give him time to accept it, reality didn't allow it.

Lu Li jumped off the roof of the car and landed handsomely. Then he got up and patted the ashes on his hands and walked to Wen Zhijiang. It will only be weakened by Yang Qi, but you who have just died not long ago..." After a pause, his expression was sincere: "If you take a look, you might really be wiped out."

His train of thought was interrupted, Wen Zhijiang came back to his senses, and without raising his head, he responded in a low voice: "Oh."

As a ghost just now, he really didn't get used to it...the living habits of ghosts, as well as their work and rest schedules.

Lu Li choked for a moment, and said helplessly, "...Are you suffering from death apathy and depression? Can you give me some feedback?"

"What's the reaction?" Wen Zhijiang was expressionless. Does he have to celebrate his death?

Lu Li thought for a while, then teased, "Maybe you can set off a firecracker to celebrate."

Wen Zhijiang's already ice-cold face became even more gloomy, and he cast a cool glance at Lu Li without saying a word.

Lu Li didn't think so, but still smiled, and said, "Seven more years of life, shouldn't we celebrate?"

"??" Wen Zhijiang took a deep breath, and said three words in a cold tone: "Speak human."

Lu Li laughed out loud, tilted his head and said in a playful tone, "You ghost, who do you listen to?"

Wen Zhijiang: "..."

Turn around and leave, simply and neatly.He doesn't have the same knowledge as the mentally retarded.

Before taking two steps, his shoulders sank, he was forced to stop, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"You're still losing your temper." Lu Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he patted Wen Zhijiang's shoulder, and said, "Where else do you want to go?"

Wen Zhijiang said dumbly, "Go home."

"You're already dead." Lu Li sighed, "You have nothing to do with the mortal world, and you can't enter the underworld. Now countless pairs of eyes are staring at you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be able to touch anything in the underworld."

"So?" Wen Zhijiang asked.

Lu Li put his hands on Wen Zhijiang's shoulders, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "So you still don't understand? Only I can protect you."

Wen Zhijiang and Lu Li looked at each other for a while, but they didn't find any signs of joking in his eyes, but they also didn't see any other requests.

Lu Li said again: "Your physical body is still here, so you can't just leave it alone?"

Wen Zhijiang silently glanced at the icy corpse, the pool of blood around him was solidified and lifeless.

Although it was awkward for him to collect his own body, Lu Li was right, his physical body couldn't be left alone anyway.

Of course, in the end, Wen Zhijiang didn't experience the feeling of collecting his own body. Lu Li called the police, and after a cutscene, it was determined that Wen Zhijiang died in a car accident, because there was no license plate number on the taxi, and the car did not belong to any rental company. It seemed that it was out of thin air. appeared.The small road where Wen Zhijiang's accident occurred was not monitored, and the perpetrators could not be traced.In the end, Lu Li had to sign the death certificate and handle the funeral for Wen Zhijiang.

There is an unnamed mountain outside the city where Wen Zhijiang is located. The scale is not large. Lu Li buried Wen Zhijiang's ashes in a corner of the unnamed hill. There is not even a tombstone. It can't be seen that it is a grave at all. of small mounds.

Wen Zhijiang was even worried that someone would accidentally step on it when passing by. If he knew that there was an urn under his feet, he didn't know how he would feel.

Before burying the urn, Lu Li bit his finger and drew a rune on it that Wen Zhijiang couldn't understand.

It is said that it was to prevent those who cared about making a fuss about Wen Zhijiang's ashes. After all, there is some kind of intriguing connection between the body and the soul.

Wen Zhijiang has no objection to this, both left and right are dead, so they are buried in the same place?He has no descendants, and he is not afraid of any auspicious or unlucky Feng Shui.

Their Wen family has always been a single lineage, and they don't even have a daughter.

With his death like this, their lineage is considered to be extinct.

Lu Li burned three sticks of incense in front of the slightly protruding soil bag, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Wen Zhijiang subconsciously asked.

"Send you home for the funeral." Lu Li put his hands in his pockets and walked down the mountain.

"A funeral??" Wen Zhijiang followed behind and asked, "What kind of funeral? Whose funeral?"

Lu Li paused, continued walking, and said, "Your grandfather."

Wen Zhijiang's foot suddenly froze.

grandfather?

died?