After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Qi Ling didn't know what Ji Ze was thinking, but when he came to his senses, Ji Ze had already run out, he wanted to hold him back but it was still a step too late.

"Come back!" Of the two of them, only Qi Ling knew spells, and he knew that even if he didn't take the initiative to provoke them, the ghost would still target them, but Ji Ze's rushing up like this was tantamount to sending him to death.

Sure enough, when Ji Ze touched the black air around the ghost, he was bounced away, flew backwards, and knocked down the wooden frame behind him.

Qi Ling: "Ji Ze!"

The spine on his back hit the wood, causing Ji Ze to be unable to get up for a while. He looked at his scratched palm, "It's nothing..."

The ghost continued to walk towards Ji Ze, Qi Ling glanced awkwardly, but the ghost suddenly turned his head, Qi Ling's pupils shrank, and he clenched the Xuanji Fan tightly.

Seeming to see Qi Ling's fear, the ghost walked halfway, and suddenly turned to target him.

"Don't..." Qi Ling stepped back, but the room was so small and it was full of sundries, he stumbled to the corner and finally had no way out.

The ghost continued to march toward him.

"Don't come here!" Qi Ling wrapped the red thread around the ghost, perhaps because he was too nervous, the thread fell loose after only half a moment.The ghost gradually approached him, Qi Ling closed his eyes, not daring to look at the ghost's face.

Suddenly Qi Ling heard the sound of something hitting the ground, and then he heard Ji Ze say: "Come here! I'm the one who hit you!"

The ghost in this house has been here for many years. Without a physical body as a carrier, he can only become a lonely ghost. He can't be seen by people on weekdays, but today he was summoned by something and appeared here.

The difference between ghosts and living people is not only in appearance, but also in their ability to think.

He couldn't think like a normal person, and when facing Ji Ze's attack, he just followed his instinct - he would turn his attention to whoever hit him.

Seeing that he took the bait, Ji Ze picked up the wood beside him and continued to throw it at him: "Stay away from him!"

Qi Ling saw a ghost walking towards Ji Ze like a walking corpse, he wanted to step forward to stop Ji Ze's behavior, but his body didn't seem to be his own, it was fixed there, he couldn't move no matter what.

He noticed that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, and what came from his back was not warmth but coolness.

Qi Ling moved his mouth but was unable to speak.

Ji Ze threw a piece of wood at the ghost to attract his attention. Seeing that the ghost had completely diverted his attention, he couldn't find the wood.

He had already thrown away all those logs, and there was nothing else suitable to throw them around.

Ji Ze was stunned for a moment, then stepped back alone.

Qi Ling saw the fear in Ji Ze's eyes, but he wanted to put on a strong face in front of him, pretending that he was not afraid.

Obviously he is the older person than this Ji Ze.

Qi Ling wanted to use his spiritual power to save Ji Ze, but he was so frightened that he couldn't even use his spiritual power.

Why on earth is he afraid of ghosts?

Ji Ze's low sobs came from the other side, Qi Ling looked up and saw a cloud of black air separated from the ghost, tightly holding Ji Ze's neck.

Ji Ze tried to grab the black air with both hands, but he couldn't touch it, and his eyes fell on Qi Ling who was not far away.

Qi Ling moved his fingers: "Ji..."

Suddenly, another picture flashed in his mind.

That person was covered in blood, and not a single part of his body was clean.He looked at him the same way Ji Ze did now, but in those bloody eyes, there were calls for his help.

Qi Ling shrunk his pupils, shook his drowsy head, and looked at Ji Ze.

The images in my mind overlapped with the reality, sometimes it was the blood man, and sometimes it was Ji Ze's painful appearance.

Ji Ze, covered in blood, moved his lips to call for help, and said silently, "Help... me..."

Qi Ling supported his head, his feet were weak, and when he carefully judged the mouth shape, it became: "Quick... run..."

The door was closed, and he couldn't call anyone, and he couldn't escape.

Qi Ling's headache was unbearable, and he was able to stand still by holding on to the side. Ji Ze was thrown out and hit the broken wooden table on the ground heavily.When he got up again, a bloodstain flowed from his forehead, and he became dizzy for a few seconds.

The ghost seemed to enjoy this feeling. Seeing Ji Ze get up again, he didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and wrapped his neck around his neck again.

This time he threw Ji Ze even further, from one end of the room to the other.

The sharp corner of the broken wood just pierced Jize's calf, and he cried out, unable to stand up.

Qi Ling kept switching screens in his mind, unable to distinguish between the real world and the phantom.

He was afraid that if this went on, Ji Ze would become the same as what he saw - lying on the ground dying, as if he would lose his life in the next second.

The illusory Ji Ze once again set his sights on Qi Ling.He raised his very heavy eyelids with difficulty, as if trying to see Qi Ling's face clearly.

The ghost stood beside Ji Ze, and when it moved towards him, it blocked his sight.

Qi Ling saw his illusory self, the one standing aside and crying, which was different from his current situation.

At that time, I... didn't seem to be afraid of ghosts.

Crying, just because of the instinctive resistance to powerful things, wanting to stay away, wanting to rescue the blood-soaked person on the ground.

"Ji Ze! Ji Ze!" The illusory Qi Ling kept calling his name.

"Ji Ze—!" Qi Ling saw his illusory self running towards Ji Ze again and again, but the ghost threw him away again and again.In the end, he was also stained with blood, but not as much as Ji Ze, nor as serious.

The ghost seemed to have a plan, premeditated, and only attacked Ji Ze alone.

"Mother... woo... Mother, save..." When Qi Ling was thrown away for the last time, the wooden box on the side just fell down and hit him on his leg. With bloodstains, he could only watch what the ghost did to Ji Ze.

"Mother! Ah Ling is afraid... woo... Ji Ze..." Qi Ling wiped his eyes with his hand, and wiped the blood on it, the picture was slightly red in front of his eyes, "Mother...cough cough... Save Ji Ze, ugh..."

"A Ling was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

The illusory Qi Ling yelled like this countless times, but Song Ruoqing never showed up.

He just sat on the ground like this, watching the ghost throw Ji Ze on the ground, splashing bright red blood, watching Ji Ze look at him with that look.

It seems to be praying, hoping, complaining, and hating.In the end, I gradually lose focus, become dazed and empty.

That Qi Ling finally couldn't stand such a scene, hugged his head and burst into tears.

"Don't! Don't look at me like this... Woooo... I'm sorry Ji Ze, I'm sorry..."

"Mother...I won't be with him anymore...Mother..."

He didn't understand why his mother wanted to harm him and Ji Ze.At that time, he only knew that his mother had warned him not to be friends with Ji Ze, that he was disobedient, that he was going to find that little beggar, and that Ji Ze's behavior now was all because of his disobedience to his mother's words.

"Mother..." When Qi Ling lost too much blood and was about to pass out, he heard something in a trance. The moment he closed his eyes, it seemed that someone had released the restriction on the door.

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When Qi Ling woke up in Wuding Peak's room, he felt the coolness on his face in advance - it was caused by the chill of the night after the tears flowed down.

"Why are you like this?"

Qi Ling didn't expect that there was someone in the room, so he raised his hand to wipe his eyes a few times, and looked at the top of his head dully, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

"What did you dream about?"

Qi Ling: "..."

Is it all a dream?

But why is it so real?

Seeing that he kept ignoring him, Wu Nong was naturally a little dissatisfied. He was a majestic lord of the demon world, and he came to see the high priest in the middle of the night out of concern, but he fell to the ground as soon as he entered the door, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

He was afraid that something would happen to him, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what, so he kept guarding here.

After guarding for most of the night, the high priest finally came out of the nightmare.

After coming out, he was out of his mind.

Qi Ling said wearily: "Headache..."

It looked like he was avoiding Wu Nong's problem, but he did suffer from a headache.

"Why is it so good..." Wu Nong saw the book beside him, and remembered that when he first entered the room, the book was thrown on the ground, and Qi Ling was lying beside it, "Are you practicing the spells on the book?"

He thought to himself: Qi Ling is the high priest of the demon clan, is this spell not suitable for him to cultivate?

Qi Ling could hear the questioning in Wu Nong's tone, thought he was angry with him for secretly learning, and said listlessly: "No, I didn't practice the spell above, I just watched it..."

Just a moment.

"...I have something to tell you." Qi Ling hesitated for a few seconds, and quickly made a decision to tell Wu Nong: "I saw Song Ruoqing."

Wu Nong froze for a moment, looking very shocked, but Qi Ling didn't know that he was like this for another reason.

"And I..." Seeing Wu Nong staring at him intently, Qi Ling seemed to want to know what he was going to say, but suddenly changed the subject, "No, you have to exchange with me."

"What?" Wu Nong said, "In exchange for what?"

Qi Ling looked serious, with a hint of a smile in his eyes: "I tell you who I am, and you have to tell me who you are too."

Wu Nong's heart tightened, his first reaction when he heard this was that Qi Ling remembered the past, but judging by his performance, it didn't look like he remembered.

"How is it?" Qi Ling looked serious, seeing that the person in front of him was a little strange, as if he was unwilling to reveal his identity.

He lowered his eyes to cover up a trace of loss in his heart, and his attention was diverted by the headache.

Wu Nong said, "Okay."

Qi Ling raised his head, "Agreed?"

Wu nodded.

"..." Qi Ling was suspicious for a while, staring at Wu Nong's harmless eyes.

Is it so easy to agree?Seeing that Wu Nong is usually well covered, he thought that such an exchange would not work.

"You speak first." To be on the safe side, Qi Ling didn't intend to speak out first.

What if Wu Nong repents?

Wu Nong said blankly, "You go first."

Qi Ling: "..."

"Ha! I knew you wouldn't say it so easily!" Qi Ling pointed at Wu Nong's nose and said, "I'll tell you who I am later, so you definitely won't say it."

Wu Nong was serious: "I will tell."

Qi Ling looked at him: "..."

The two were at a stalemate, and the dispute ended with no results, so they simply chased away the guests: "Don't say anything, go back quickly! Who knows if you have some evil intentions for breaking into the room in the middle of the night."

Wu Nong: "..."

After driving Wu Nong away, Qi Ling didn't even look at him, just sat on the bed blankly.

The headache was very uncomfortable, and the thoughts drifted away to sleep, but was suddenly hugged.

Qi Ling's thoughts were dull: "...?"

Wu Nong buried his head on his neck and asked, "Does your head hurt?"

"..." Qi Ling nodded and hummed lightly.

"The memory before amnesia, what do you remember?"

"Remembering..." Qi Ling was so leaned on by Wu Nong, the temperature from his body came over, causing Qi Ling's whole body to tense up, his head became more dizzy, and he was about to fall asleep in a daze, "Remembering... My mother..."

Wu Nong's breath stagnated, and then he continued to blow his breath on Qi Ling's body, asking warmly, "Who is it?"

"Yes..." Qi Ling narrowed his eyes, and his voice weakened: "It's Song..."

Song Ruoqing.

Wu Nong's eyes were dark and unclear.

It really was her, that lonely soul didn't lie to him.

He clenched his fingers tightly, and heard the person beside him ask in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Wu Nong wanted to laugh, knowing that he was suffering like this, but he still wanted to know who he was.

Qi Ling fell asleep without making any sound.

Wu Nong bit his earlobe, smiled and said, "I'm the one who wants to eat you."

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Happy National Day to everyone!The chapter I want to make up, I haven't finished writing it... I will make it up tomorrow (whispering)