Bend that ghost

That day Lu Li called Wen Zhijiang's mother on Wen Zhijiang's mobile phone. As soon as the call was connected, he was snatched by the other end: "Zhijiang? Why didn't you answer the phone? Please come back quickly, your grandpa passed away."

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"Why don't you talk? Zhijiang? Don't be arrogant. I know you are busy with work, but this time you have to come back." The woman spoke very fast, and every word and every word could not be refused.

Lu Li sighed, and said, "Aunt Rendong, Zhijiang... had a car accident and passed away."

There was silence on the other end.

Then there was the sound of the phone hanging up.

Wen Zhijiang's grandfather is called Wen Huaifeng, and in his impression, this is an old man with a volatile temper and a bit crazy.

Wen Huaifeng lived by himself, and he remembered that his father approached him several times, saying that he wanted to take him home and live together, but he was rejected.

Wen Zhijiang seldom saw his grandfather since he was a child, and he met him a few times when he was a child. The old man even gave him a greeting gift.

But that gift really made Wen Zhijiang unforgettable. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of mentality this old man had in giving a whistle made of a human finger bone to a child.

Fortunately, Wen Zhijiang was still young at that time, and the whistle was beautifully made, and it was strung with a red braided rope, so he didn't know how to be afraid.

This kind of meeting gift, I am afraid that only his wonderful grandfather can give it.

Wen Zhijiang thought, maybe he dared to squat in the dissecting room for two hours alone in the first anatomy class, and thoroughly studied the big brother with specimens inside and out, probably inherited from his grandfather with a strong taste.

On the winding mountain road, an unremarkable pure black off-road vehicle speeded past, the windows of the car were all brown to avoid light.

Wen Zhijiang sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the air conditioner was turned on in the car, so he felt hot and cold.He could still feel the temperature a few hours ago, but the feeling of weakness spread from the depths of his body, Wen Zhijiang's eyelids drooped uncontrollably and he felt sleepy.

It's all ghosts, will you be tired?

From the corner of his eye, Lu Li saw Wen Zhijiang's drooping eyelids, his brows furrowed, he slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the mountain road.

Wen Zhijiang was jolted by inertia, and he became sober for a while, but his consciousness was still blurred, and he asked quite confusedly, "Are you there?"

"What are you doing here!" Lu Li yelled, took out a delicate dagger from the pocket of his windbreaker, and ran it across the pad of his index finger, bleeding immediately gushed out.

Wen Zhijiang vaguely felt the warm liquid dripping on his lips, and his strong desire made him stretch out his tongue to lick it into his mouth.

Lu Li casually put his finger into his mouth to suck the wound, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Wen Zhijiang unconsciously licking his lips with a dazed expression. The thin lips were still stained with the blood he dripped on them just now, adding a bit of vitality to his pale cheeks.

Lu Li's eyes darkened, and he turned his face away abruptly, the scene of licking his blood-stained lips with the tip of his pink tongue couldn't be lingered in front of his eyes.

There was a bloody smell in the mouth, and the lost physical strength gathered back into the body. Wen Zhijiang stretched out his index finger and wiped it on his lips. This blood...is Lu Li's?

Although Wen Zhijiang didn't know what was going on, it was true that Lu Li saved him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Lu Li squinted at him, and said, "It's been said that the seven days after a ghost's death are very dangerous, you almost lost your wits just now."

Wen Zhijiang frowned even tighter: "Isn't the car glass protected from light? Why is it still affected?"

Lu Li leaned his elbows on the steering wheel and supported his forehead: "Day Japan has strong yang energy, even if you avoid the sun, you can't avoid yang energy!"

"So this light-shielding car glass is useless?" Wen Zhijiang pursed his lips, the bloody taste lingering in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Lu Li would kill himself to save him, but why did he do that?

Lu Li held the steering wheel with his hands, and said, "At least there is a little bit..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Lu Li stared at the road ahead, and said the last word: "Use..."

Sensing that Lu Li's tone was wrong, Wen Zhijiang raised his head and followed Lu Li's line of sight to look forward, and there was a person standing ten meters away.

"There's someone in front, go down and have a look." Wen Zhijiang said as he was about to unbuckle his seat belt.

This kind of uninhabited place may be an accidental tourist.

Lu Li held Wen Zhijiang's hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move, look."

"Why..." Wen Zhijiang turned his head and found that there were five or six figures on the road where there was only one person standing, and there were people walking slowly from a distance, watching from a distance, those people walked stiffly Also very weird.

These people were still approaching them, Wen Zhijiang turned his head and found the same situation behind the car, he suddenly felt bad.

Lu Li withdrew his hand and quickly unbuckled his seat belt, turned to Wen Zhijiang and said, "This car has a restriction set by me, you stay in the car, no matter what, you are not allowed to get out of the car and you are not allowed to open the windows."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the door and stepped out with long legs and got out of the car.

Most of Wen Zhijiang's sight was blocked by Lu Li's figure. As those figures got closer and closer, Wen Zhijiang's expression turned dull.

Those people staggered as they walked, their faces were dead gray, their skin was dehydrated and covered with clods, and their skin was so shriveled that there were even traces of decay, as if they had just crawled out of a grave.

Wen Zhijiang was keenly aware of the chilly corpse air. He had seen corpses before but didn't feel this way. Could it be because he turned into a ghost?

What is he thinking!There is still time to care about these!

Wen Zhijiang clenched his fists and squinted and stared, feeling more and more uneasy. With so many corpses coming out of the grave, the mentally handicapped Taoist priest was alone, and he didn't know if he could do it...

Lu Li put his hands in his pockets, took out a paper dart with a yellow paper plate between his fingers, bent his elbows in front of his chest, and sneered, "The Xiangxi exorcist really thinks highly of me."

After saying that, he raised his wrist and threw the folded talisman paper dart into the air, forming the Three Mountain Jue quickly in his hand, and then his ten fingers quickly changed the Jue, and the surrounding talismans suddenly burst into golden light and flew away in all directions, accurately Piercing the dead body's forehead, many dead bodies fell down in a large piece, like a bloody massacre.

"With this level of skill, how dare you block the way?" Lu Li brushed off his shirt, humming contemptuously.

"Blocking the road is not the purpose." An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, with a mocking tone and a bit of pride, "The purpose is for the person in the car."

Wen Zhijiang stood quietly beside the car, with a black talisman with red cinnabar attached to his back, unable to move or make a sound.

There was a burning pain on the skin under the direct sunlight. He had been hit directly without a chance to resist. It was only when he was pulled out of the car that he realized that the light-shielding glass in the car was indeed of some use.

Lu Li's face darkened suddenly, he turned around quickly, and before he could speak, the old voice sounded again: "Mr. Lu, I advise you not to act rashly, otherwise Young Master Wen will be wiped out."

"Old bastard." Lu Li cursed in a low voice, then sneered, "If something happens to him, you don't even want to leave here alive."

An old man with a hunched waist slowly walked out from behind Wen Zhijiang, with a few sparse white hairs on his head, but his skin was deathly pale and bloodless, and a sinister smile appeared on his ravine old face: "If Mr. Lu doesn't want the young master of the Wen family to be wiped out, why not make a deal like this old man."

"What deal?" Lu Li asked.

The old man pointed at Wen Zhijiang with his skinny finger, then at Lu Li, and grinned, "One life, one life for another."

"Okay." Lu Li agreed without any hesitation, "Old bastard, let him go first, grandpa will stay here to play with you."

Wen Zhijiang's heart was shocked, saying that he was mentally retarded, this is really a mentally retarded Taoist priest!Whatever the old man says, you can agree to it!

We can't really owe him a life, Wen Zhijiang desperately signaled Lu Li not to agree with his eyes.

Lu Li turned a blind eye to Wen Zhijiang's winking, put his hands on his shoulders and said in his usual arrogant manner: "Old bastard, you won't let him go, how does grandpa know if you will play some shady tricks?"

The old man was called by Lu Li one by one, his face was ashen, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, you junior, don't play tricks with this old man. If you really want to save him, you will smash your own dantian!"

"Hey, that's it, okay, I promise." Lu Li sneered, and then gave Wen Zhijiang a "rest assured" look.

The old man raised his eyebrows, turned his head and smiled at Wenzhi Jiangyin: "It's really unexpected that the mighty Mr. Lu would willingly abolish his cultivation for you. It's interesting, interesting."

Wen Zhijiang narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man coldly. For the first time, he hated an old man so much that he wanted to sew his mouth shut with surgical needles.

Lu Li gathered his spiritual energy in his palm, then turned his back to Wen Zhijiang, and slapped his palm hard on his heart.

In an instant, spiritual power penetrated Lu Li's body, and he rushed straight at the old man who was staring wide-eyed before he could exclaim with a destructive aura, and the sound of bones breaking was heard.

The accident happened in a blink of an eye, and when Wen Zhijiang realized it, the old man beside him had already vomited blood and collapsed on the ground, and the talisman imprisoning him behind his back was also reduced to ashes in an instant.

Lu Li couldn't help but knelt on the ground with one knee, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.Although he had already protected his heart veins, the penetration of spiritual power through his body still caused him serious injuries, his chest was in severe pain as if on fire, he frowned and coughed up blood again: "cough...cough cough ...Damn it, this old bastard, what I hate most is a corpse chaser!"

Seeing this, Wen Zhijiang ignored his sun-burned skin and wanted to run over, but found that his spirit body was weak and could only float to Lu Li's side. Seeing the blood on the corners of Lu Li's lips was even more apologetic, he knelt down and said, "...Are you mentally retarded? You? yourself?"

Lu Li wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at him, with mockery in his eyes, and said with a light smile, "If I don't, you'll be wiped out."

"I..." Wen Zhijiang was at a loss for words, did the person in front of him not hesitate to harm himself just to protect him?

"Okay." Lu Li's tone suddenly softened, he raised his hand to hold Wen Zhijiang's cheek, gently touched his sun-burned wound with his thumb, and said softly, "Help me back to the car, we have to hurry."

Lu Li's gentle caress brought a refreshing feeling, the wound on his cheek instantly healed, and even his phantom body solidified a bit. Wen Zhijiang suddenly heard the sound while he was in a daze, and immediately replied, "Ah? Oh, good."

After returning to the car, Lu Li immediately started the car and bumped over the dead body, and cursed again: "Damn, these bastards, when Grandpa and I have time, I have to dig up their ancestral graves!"

"Um... are you alright?" Wen Zhijiang glanced at Lu Li, who was vomiting blood just now and was still driving.

Lu Li's face turned pale and he still smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, this little injury can't help me."

"Didn't you say there is a ban on this car?" Wen Zhijiang looked suspicious. Could this person be cheating on him?

A look of concern flashed in Lu Li's eyes, and he said, "The ban is for ghosts and monsters. That old bastard is half-dead, but he's still a human being. But if you don't open the window, he won't have a chance."

Wen Zhijiang turned his face away with a guilty conscience, it turned out that he knew it all.

It was indeed because of worry just now that he wanted to open the window to see clearly, but he didn't expect to be caught and used as a bargaining chip.

"Is that person... dead?" Wen Zhijiang asked, trying to change the subject.

Although everything in front of him could no longer be explained by his worldview, it was a living person after all.

"Dead." Lu Li glanced at Wen Zhijiang, seeing his expression, he knew that Dr. Wen's compassion had come out again, and he couldn't help but reminded: "He is not a human, half-human, half-corpse, my talisman injury Not a mortal. Don't forget, you were almost wiped out because of him."

The words "Ash and Smoke" were like cold water being poured over his head. Wen Zhijiang's whole body was icy cold. He recalled Lu Li standing in front of the car just now to save him. He clenched his hands and wrinkled his pants again. After a long while, he said in a low voice: "Just now, thank you."

He couldn't figure out what Lu Li wanted, that he was willing to hurt himself for him.

Lu Li's hand trembled from the car and he immediately stabilized it. Only then did he escape the tragedy of causing an accident on the mountain road, his Adam's apple rolled but he didn't speak.

Wen Zhijiang glanced at him suspiciously, but found nothing unusual. He frowned after looking away, why did he feel that something was wrong with Lu Li?

When the sun was setting, they finally left the mountain road.

Wen Zhijiang pointed to the building not far away, and said, "Look, there is a house there, let's stop, you can take a rest."

Along the way, Lu Li's condition became more and more wrong. Wen Zhijiang was a doctor and was extremely sensitive to breathing frequency.

Lu Li's breathing rhythm became shallower and quicker, which was not a good sign, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and he didn't drink a sip of water along the way, and he refused to speak when asked him, so he would definitely not be able to hold on like this.

Lu Li's vision was a little fuzzy. He squinted his eyes and looked at a few houses not far away through the car window. After hesitating, he parked the car 20 meters away from the building.

As soon as the car stopped, Lu Li let out a muffled snort, and lay down on the steering wheel as if exhausted.

Wen Zhijiang leaned over and hurriedly said, "How are you doing?"

The bright red blood dripped down the steering wheel, Wen Zhijiang was stunned, his heart was blocked and uncomfortable.

He was injured so badly...

No wonder he refused to open his mouth all the way, because he was afraid that blood would gush out if he opened his mouth.

Lu Li tilted his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the sleeve of his black windbreaker. A heartless and indifferent smile appeared on his pale face: "Don't panic, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while."

Wen Zhijiang stretched out his hand, clenched his fist again, retracted it, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You... are mentally retarded..."

Obviously injured so badly, why are you still struggling?

If you want to save face and suffer, no one will laugh at him.

Even if there is, he is the only ghost.