After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

Director Zhang Wubing huddled behind the cabinet tremblingly, a ray of light from the crack of the door cast on his face.

He heard "salad...salad" coming from outside, the sound of something being dragged across the ground, and he thought he was going to pass out.

He clearly remembered that he was shooting a show, and then the driver suddenly slammed on the brakes to avoid the people in front of him and caused a car accident.

Just before Zhang Wubing closed his eyes, he was still frantically thinking about countermeasures in his mind, wanting to make sure that other people were safe.

This thought followed him all the time, making him unsteady even in a coma, and having bizarre dreams.

At that time, director Zhang Wubing clearly knew that it was a dream.

He could hear his own heartbeat and breathing in his ears, but he couldn't feel his own body temperature. He even tentatively touched his own pulse, but it was all quiet, without any living person's beating.

It was as if he was trapped in a corpse.

Zhang Wubing looked around in a daze, and found that what he was in was actually a gloomy and gloomy place, surrounded by thick and dripping blood and minced flesh.

He even made out a long tongue hanging beside him.

From the red to black soil under his feet, branches broke through the ground and grew in a winding way, as if a person was stretching his limbs.

And on those human-shaped trees, human internal organs and pieces of minced meat are hung everywhere.

Zhang Wubing subconsciously took two steps back in fright, but only heard "Baji!", he stepped on a soft object, as if he had stepped on it and exploded.

His face was green at the time.

When he summoned up his courage and tremblingly lowered his head to look at his feet, he saw a thing like a lung lobe, trampled to pieces by himself, and the heel of his shoe was covered with minced meat.

The smell of blood rushed straight to the sky.

Zhang Wubing only felt his stomach churning, and an impulse went straight to his throat.

He quickly covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress his desire to vomit, but he still made a slight sound of "vomit".

The humanoid tree next to it shook.

The dry branches shook slightly, and then, a pair of eyes slowly opened on those branches.

First a double, then a double, then a triple...

Dense eyes were all over the branches of the human-shaped tree, those eyeballs turned around, and then followed the subtle voice, looking towards Zhang Wubing's direction.

At that moment, in the darkness and blood, thousands of pairs of eyes silently and focused on Zhang Wubing.

Zhang Wubing blinked his eyes that were foggy because he stopped vomiting, and his blurred vision finally saw the scene around him clearly.

He gasped, and the chill slowly climbed up his spine until his whole brain was buzzing and numb.

Those eyes did not look like the eyes of a living person.

Hollow, cloudy, lightless.

Some eyes were even rotten, blood and pus coagulated on the eyeballs, the yellow and red eyeballs were intertwined with a dead color, making the people who were targeted feel that they were being watched by a dead soul.

But now, tens of thousands of dead souls are watching Zhang Wubing silently.

The only living soul in this darkness.

In this situation, Zhang Wubing felt that his calf was a little weak, and he was shaking so much that he could hardly stand up.

Tears were about to spurt from his eyes, Zhang Wubing really wanted to hug Yan Shixun's thigh for help as usual.

But he had just seen it, and he was the only one here.

Whether it was Yan Shixun, Jing Xiaobao, or the rest of the guests, none of them were here.

This is a dream that belongs to him alone, and no one will save him except him.

After realizing this, a trace of despair rose in Zhang Wubing's heart.

He even thought to himself, if it was a dream anyway, then let these monsters eat him at worst, and get out and escape from here, everything will be normal when he wakes up from the dream.

However, when those human-shaped trees unsteadily pulled out their roots from the ground and walked towards the place where Zhang Wubing was in all directions, Zhang Wubing still took a step ahead of his brain, and took a very honest step.

Zhang Wubing's eyes were wide open, tears were still piling up in the corners of his eyes, and he burst into tears frantically in the bloody wind.

He was wrong, he didn't want to die! ! !

Even if it is a dream, what if there is something weird about this dream, and he died in the dream and his body became a vegetable?

It's not like I haven't heard Brother Yan talk about this kind of thing before!

Especially something so horrible and disgusting...

Zhang Wubing felt trembling all over as long as he thought about the scene he saw just now.

——The root of the humanoid tree turned out to be a skull.

On the dry thigh bones, tumors were covered with withered and yellow skulls. Those skulls had already been infiltrated by blood, turning black and red and ugly.And in the deeper eye socket, the moment it was pulled out from the soil, some accumulated blood flowed out of it.

The horror seeps into people, making Zhang Wubing's hairs stand on end.

However, even if Zhang Wubing wanted to escape from this space, those human-shaped trees repeatedly blocked his way, forcing him to slow down, and he had to change directions constantly so that he would not get in touch with those weird trees. hit.

Even so, many intestines or other viscera hanging from the branches fell on Zhang Wubing's body when he was dodging in embarrassment, leaving a large bloodstain, looking in a state of embarrassment.

Moreover, Zhang Wubing couldn't control his body.

It was a dead body—whose body it was, he didn't know, but the muscles had stiffened, the blood was no longer flowing, and even the pulse was gone.

The corpse's limbs were stiff and clumsy, and Zhang Wubing could even hear the sound of ligaments being torn if the strength was greater.

Even though he tried his best to tame his limbs, he still ran with his two legs separately, and his arms often raised up inexplicably, trying to touch his eyes, which often blocked Zhang Wubing's vision.

This caused him to have a question mark on his head, and he failed to see the road ahead several times, and almost bumped into the human-shaped tree rushing towards him.

After barely evading, Zhang Wubing was thrown into the next round of escape before he could breathe a sigh of relief despite the blood spots all over his body.

If other people saw Zhang Wubing by the side now, they would definitely think that he was as funny as a duck, and maybe someone would laugh at him as the scene of taming wild limbs.

However, Zhang Wubing has no time to take care of those things.

He ran until his eyes turned black, and his lung muscles, which had lost their contractility, were torn, and the pain made him almost faint.

The joints of both legs also seemed to be repeatedly ground with blunt knives, and the intense pain exhausted Zhang Wubing's physical strength quickly.

But what was even worse was that Zhang Wubing saw with his own eyes that lumps of flesh began to fall from his legs!

It was as if those pieces of meat had been cut off a long time ago, and the body was still intact at first, but it was because someone had stitched these pieces of meat and internal organs together.

Like a rag doll torn to pieces and sewn back together.

On the surface it looks complete, but in fact it is already riddled with holes and dilapidated.

Finally, Zhang Wubing heard a clear "click!"

He lowered his head subconsciously, and saw that his knee was broken abruptly, piercing through flesh and blood.

The next moment, the field of vision suddenly dropped.

"Bang!" A sound.

After feeling weightless, Zhang Wubing fell hard to the ground.

The blood in the soil stained his face, and the stench that lingered at the tip of his nose was disgusting.

Zhang Wubing, whose eyes were staring at the fall, rested on the ground for a long time, and then tremblingly got up from the ground.

The bones of both legs had been broken, and the flesh and tendons could not support him to continue running.

Zhang Wubing took a breath and felt that his eyes were blood red.

He subconsciously reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but when his vision returned to normal and his palm swayed past his eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

... This is not his hand. On the white knuckles with clear bones, there is a plain ring.

And on the back of his hand, what he wiped from the corner of his eyes was not the tears he thought.

Rather, bloody water.

Zhang Wubing was stunned for a long time, his brain, which was not awake because he was in a dream, almost shut down due to the fear of being hunted down and the ignorance of his situation.

It was a slight voice from the side that revived Zhang Wubing's consciousness.

He shuddered, and hurriedly used his hands and feet in embarrassment from the posture of falling face down on the ground, turning himself over, trying to see clearly the human-shaped tree that was chasing behind him.

But at this glance, Zhang Wubing almost suffocated.

Those human-shaped trees surrounded him, and thousands of pairs of eyes looked down at him condescendingly.

He didn't bring it up in one breath and almost choked himself to death.

The instinct to survive made him mobilize his limbs desperately, and crawl forward on the ground with difficulty. Even though he knew that there was little hope in his heart, he still wanted to escape from here.

However, a blood-stained skull blocked Zhang Wubing's eyes.

His whole body froze.

When he slowly raised his eyes to look up, sure enough, he saw a human-shaped tree blocking his way.

And because he stopped, the rest of the human-shaped trees were also slowly circling to this side, and they seemed to be under siege.

Zhang Wubing couldn't hold back, and let out a slight whimper.

He felt that it would be better to let him pass out...it was better than facing this kind of thing! ! !

Zhang Wubing even thought about how he would die.

He thought desperately in his heart, hoping that this was just a simple nightmare, otherwise, when Brother Yan found him, there might only be a small plant disease left, woo woo woo...

The surrounding humanoid trees bent their branches slowly, and the branches intertwined quickly, as if they were weaving a cage, trying to trap Zhang Wubing in it.

From then on, he could only be trapped in the trees, staring at the world of the living with cold and hopeless eyes with his bones that had lost his flesh and blood.

Then, as time passed, resentment and jealousy slowly piled up in the heart, gradually fermenting and rotting.

He will think, why me, why I have to be trapped here all the time, watching the lives of those living people, but I can't reincarnate in the cage.

He'll think, I'm going to get out of here, even at the cost of other living people's lives.I want to find someone to replace me and replace myself.

At that moment, he completely rotted, and he really couldn't leave here anymore.

Coexist with evil spirits and hell.

Zhang Wubing's heart was so cold, blood rolled from his eye sockets, he silently recited Yan Shixun's name over and over in his heart, trying to expel these evil things.

Perhaps his voice reached the ears of some existence, and what he prayed for finally came true.

Zhang Wubing only heard a "boom!", and found that the human-shaped tree in front of him stopped moving.

Even the cage of branches gradually woven above his head stopped spreading.

It was as if the entire space stood still for a moment.

Then in the next second, crackling sounds of "Kach!", "Kach!"

The branch cage, which was almost completed, was torn apart in front of Zhang Wubing's eyes.

Light came through the top of the head again.

And those human-shaped trees suddenly fell backwards.

Even though he was still in the endless darkness, Zhang Wubing still felt a sense of relaxation from his soul, a feeling of freedom.

He felt his eyeballs sore, and he almost wanted to cry.

But Yan Shixun was not there.

Zhang Wubing knew that even if he cried miserably, no one would be impatient and tolerant to pick him up and protect him.

So he sniffed, trembling, trying to get up from the ground.

But as soon as he raised his head and looked forward, he suddenly froze.

——He saw a figure standing quietly in front of him.

The young man was handsome and young, with a calm and bookish air.

The soft hair fell down, and there were a few messy strands of hair beside the hair, which looked soft and vivid, and it was incompatible with this dark and bloody scene.

The young man looked at Zhang Wubing quietly with a gentle face, but he had no intention of going forward to help.

Zhang Wubing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was blessed, thinking of the reason why this young man seemed familiar to him.

——It was because this person suddenly appeared in front of the car that their car had an accident!

Zhang Wubing was suddenly a little angry, and wanted to question why this person did this.

But he knew how much he was, and he didn't have the confidence to do anything like his brother Yan.

This person looks so weird, and those human-shaped trees that fell just now may have something to do with this young man.If he suddenly asked a question and angered the young man, what if the young man wanted to do something to him?He has absolutely no power to defend himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wubing's impulsiveness immediately dissipated.

"you……"

Zhang Wubing hesitated for a few times before asking the young man weakly: "Why did you stop our car?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhang Wubing regretted it.

He felt that this young man didn't look like he would answer his question at all, what if his words also angered the other party?

Zhang Wubing hurriedly wanted to remedy it: "I'll just ask casually, you..."

"Ahead, there is no way."

But to Zhang Wubing's surprise, the young man actually opened his mouth to answer him.

The young man's voice was clear and clean, washing away the stench in the darkness.

Like a pure idealist who still has a firm goal in his heart, he has not been consumed by the secular world.

But he has already seen the sinister heart.

Zhang Wubing was stunned for a long time, he didn't want to understand what the young man meant, his head was full of question marks.

The young man strode forward with long legs and slowly walked towards Zhang Wubing.

Zhang Wubing was terribly frightened by what happened just now, even though the young man looked quite normal, much prettier than the human-shaped tree, he was still terrified, and subconsciously crawled backwards.

Now except for Yan Shixun, no one can make him trust.

But during Zhang Wubing's movements, many pieces of flesh were peeled off from his legs again, and fell to the ground piece by piece.

First the skin, then the muscles, the internal organs...

It's like following the stitches on the doll's body, dismantling the body that was barely put together again to pieces.

Zhang Wubing was so frightened by the strange shape of his body that he trembled all over.

Even though he knew that this body was not his own, the feeling of watching the flesh and blood detached from his body was tantamount to a deep psychological torture.

Is there anything more terrifying than watching oneself go to death in severe pain...

The young man stopped beside Zhang Wubing, bent down slowly, and stretched out his white palm towards Zhang Wubing.

He didn't show any aggression. Instead, he looked like a mild-tempered scholar. When he saw someone in need of help, he was happy to reach out and give a little help.

He looked as if he wanted to hold Zhang Wubing and let Zhang Wubing use his strength to get up.

"That road has no way forward."

The young man lowered his long eyelashes, and there was no ripple in his calm eyes: "Going forward, it is nothing but death."

Zhang Wubing raised his head, stared blankly at the young man, bewitched by the gentleness shown by the young man, suddenly felt a feeling of "it seems that this person can be trusted".

He stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to hold the palm extended by the young man.

But just when the two hands were about to hold each other, Zhang Wubing froze.

He noticed that the young man's palm was white and clean, with a plain ring on his finger.

...It was exactly the same as what he saw in his hands.

Zhang Wubing's heartbeat soared rapidly, and he felt that the blood was rushing straight to his brain.

"You, you, I..." Zhang Wubing stammered, but he didn't know how to organize the words to ask.

The young man saw his doubts and said, "Sorry, I can't do more."

"I myself am trapped here by those ghosts."

The young man's gentle and handsome face was full of apology: "Stopping you will put you in danger. But if you don't stop you, you will die."

If death is postponed, there is always a chance of survival.

What puzzled the young man was that, for some reason, this person in front of him was different from other people who had strayed into ghostly ways.

The rest of the people were trapped in the Yin Road, and there were two people who looked like people and ghosts, who followed him to the place where the soul belonged inexplicably.

Only the one in front of him fell straight into the abyss and landed in the ghost hell.

The youth had no choice but to follow.

"It seems to scare you." The young man grabbed Zhang Wubing's palm with his backhand and pulled him up from the ground.

The young man pursed his lips: "This body is mine."

Zhang Wubing was stunned.

But at the moment when the two palms were intertwined, Zhang Wubing felt a repulsive force that pushed him out of his body, and his soul was like a kite, flying flickeringly to the distance with the wind.

The young man stood in place, still maintaining the posture just now.

The flesh and blood began to fall off the body.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the originally gentle and handsome young man has turned into a blood skeleton with all flesh and facial features cut off.

Blood Skull raised his head, quietly raised his head in the darkness, and looked at Zhang Wubing.

And those human-shaped trees seemed to be ignorant of pain and would not die. The branches that had been smashed and fell on the ground regrouped and became the shape of a tree. Blood Skull walked away.

From all directions, like a wall, surrounded the blood skeleton.

Zhang Wubing felt a scream stuck in his throat.

The teeth and jaws of the blood skull opened and closed, as if to say: sorry.

I'm sorry, I have my own selfishness, I still have places I want to go back to, and people I can't let go of no matter what.

So... Even if I knew that going back to him would endanger others, I couldn't care less about it anymore.

The only thing I can do for you is this glimmer of life I have won.

As for the future, life or death... Sorry.

I love him.

I want to, take another look at him.

Even if it makes me rot in hell from now on.

……

Zhang Wubing stretched out his hand, trying in vain to reach the blood skull, but he only grabbed the wind that was full of hands.

He wanted to remind the Blood Skull, whose image had changed drastically, to run away!Don't get stuck with those weird branches.

He wanted to ask the blood skeleton what was going on, and why his image changed so suddenly.

But his consciousness floated from the deep sea to the surface, and the dark abyss quickly moved away from him, and strands of light came through his trembling eyelids.

Zhang Wubing suddenly opened his eyes.

"you!"

The remaining consciousness in his brain made him subconsciously want to blurt out the question as soon as he opened his eyes.

But in the next second, Zhang Wubing saw the surrounding environment clearly.

It is no longer a smelly and weird place like a cemetery, but a teaching building with bright windows.

Zhang Wubing was lying under the cold wall in the corridor.

And because he hadn't fully opened his eyes just now, he got up quickly and didn't see what was around him clearly, so he slammed his head into the fire-fighting facility above, and his forehead came into close contact with the metal pipe, making a "boom!"

It hit Zhang Wubing's eyes with gold stars.

He covered his forehead and grinned, but because of the pain, he confirmed that he really woke up at this time.

And everything just now was a dream.

But the young man's face was exactly the same as the last face he saw in the car accident, which still made Zhang Wubing doubt the real identity of the young man, and whether he was in danger again, and the young man saved him.

He had a splitting headache, and he huddled in the corner of the wall and thought for a long time, shivering from the cold in the corridor in late autumn and early winter, before he remembered to get up.

But as soon as he got up, he heard a "pop!"

Zhang Wubing froze when he got up while supporting the firefighting equipment.

He was pretty sure the sound wasn't coming from him, so... where was it coming from?

With a stiff neck, he turned his head one by one, and looked to the side.

In the corridor, the bright glass of the laboratory at the corner reflects the scene on the other side of the L-shaped corridor.

The blood-stained corpse was covered with corpse spots, its clothes were torn, and it walked empty and lifeless in the corridor, and its dangling figure was reflected on the glass.

Zhang Wubing: "!!!"

He quickly glanced at both sides in a panic, and found that the environment here made him feel so familiar, not only the corpses walking in the corridor on the other side, but also other dead corpses in other places.

They are like people who can't find their home, walking on the road in confusion, but they don't know where to go.

But now Zhang Wubing doesn't care about what these dead bodies have experienced in the past.

If Brother Yan was by his side, he might still be in the mood to think about it.But now, it's clear that escape matters!

Seeing that the nearest dead body was about to turn around and walk to this side, Zhang Wu rushed to the classroom next to him in a panic.

He ran in with the shoes in his hands, and then tiptoedly locked the door of the classroom, not daring to vent his breath.

It wasn't until the dead body walked past the classroom door blankly that Zhang Wubing dared to breathe a sigh of relief, so that he didn't suffocate himself to death.

But when he thought he could rely on the classroom until Yan Shixun found him, when he turned around, he was completely stunned.

It was like pouring a basin of cold water down his head, cooling him down.

——This is a chemical laboratory, half-finished utensils are placed everywhere, and the bright red liquid in the glass container reflects an ominous color under the weak light.

And on the glass facing out of the laboratory, there was a dead body lying quietly.

The dead body was highly decomposed, and there was not much flesh and blood left on the face, and there were many bones.

Its entire face was tightly stuck to the glass, squeezing the already terrifying facial features to hideous.

I don't know how long I have been staring at the classroom.

After Zhang Wubing accidentally met that thing's eyes, his heart was already cold, and the big words "It's over" hit his head, making him feel dizzy and want to cry.

The dead body grinned, and outside the window, it revealed a grim smile that was squeezed and deformed with malice.

Zhang Wubing's hairs stood on end.

The desire to survive made him turn around decisively, unscrew the classroom door that was locked just now, and rush out directly.

Just after Zhang Wubing ran out for a while, he heard the sound of glass breaking from behind, and the sticky sound of heavy objects crawling in.

Zhang Wubing:! ! !

Yan! ! !elder brother! !ah--! ! !Help, woo woo woo, your ailment is going to be eaten by ghosts! !

Zhang Wubing cried wildly while running desperately without being affected by the speed.

Then when he passed by a laboratory with an open door, he quickly rushed in.

Close the door, turn around and rush into the utensil cabinet, close the cabinet door.

All in one go.

Small spaces can bring a little sense of security, as can closed doors.

Many people always feel that two locks are safer than one lock.In times of crisis, a series of locks can bring them a sense of psychological security.

So the brain makes a subconscious decision.

Zhang Wubing hugged his knees and shivered, holding his breath desperately to prevent himself from making a sound.

But when he heard the faint sound gradually approaching and moving away from the outside, it still gave him an illusion of safety.

When he was hesitating about what to do next, he heard a "click, click!" from the laboratory.

The door was slowly pushed open.

Then, there was a sound of footsteps.

With a little staggering irregular sound, it seemed that the visitor was restless and didn't notice the steps under his feet at all.

Zhang Wubing: "???"

He huddled in the cabinet with a terrified face.

Maybe he just escaped from the ghost nest and rushed into another ghost nest!

But through the gap in the cabinet door, what he vaguely saw was not the hideous image of the evil spirit in his imagination.

It is the figure of a normal person.

The man was devastated, his handsome face was full of bewilderment and bewilderment, even his straight back was bent, and his shoulders slumped.

He is like a person who has lost his treasure, he can't find what he cherishes everywhere, and he can't find his way back.

His only home is gone.

Zhang Wubing was stunned in the cabinet.

……

"boom!"

Yan Shixun's eyebrows were stern, and the long stick in his hand slapped the evil spirit who was about to rush over.

The golden characters wrapped around the long stick instantly brightened, and the evil spirit howled and turned into ashes.

Following Yan Shixun's movements, the hem of his clothes drew a sharp arc in the air, and then fell down again. The dark green coat was thick and his aura was thrilling.

The long stick that was casually held in Yan Shixun's hand on the way here was like a magic weapon, evil spirits and evil spirits, no one dared to get close to him.

The long stick entwined with spells wiped out all the evil spirits on Yan Shixun's path. The path he walked was filled with gloomy ghostly aura, and it was as empty and clean as if nothing had happened.

Only the powder that fell down one after another, still weakly proved what happened just now.

"Since the place where Chengjing and Lanze often stay together is the experimental building, Chengjing, who can't find Lanze and doesn't know what happened, will most likely come here."

"Because of Cheng Jing, Lan Ze was able to temporarily break free from the influence of the ghost on the road outside the city and run back to Binhai University."

Yan Shixun frowned, "Then he will definitely come to find Chengjing."

Therefore, they only need to find the laboratory where Cheng Jing and Lan Ze often stay in the building.

Yan Shixun habitually began to draw formulas with his hands, but the ghost energy gathered in the experimental building was far greater than the ghost energy in other places on the campus, so the ghost energy interfered with his divination and made the divinations in chaos.

Like a compass in a chaotic magnetic field, unable to point in the right direction.

Yan Shixun pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth and let out a "tsk", feeling heavy in his heart.

The door of the building is like a ceremony of "entry" and "blocking". The action of opening the door to enter is like completing a ceremony, passing through the barrier of yin and yang, and walking into the hell in the center of ghost energy.

Here, because of the strong will of Lanze's soul, the ghost energy that should have trapped him like a cage has temporarily become his help, allowing him to have the strength to break free from the boundary between yin and yang, allowing the world that should have been divided into two sides to overlap. blend in one place.

He traveled through life and death to see the scene.

Even if the price is to disturb the yin and yang and time and space, and even endanger the lives of others.

Yan Shixun sighed inwardly, and said to Ye Li beside him, "Lan Ze was originally reincarnated directly, but this time, it will be troublesome."

If Lanze's revenge only stops on the highway and does not extend to Binhai University, then because of the existence of the murderer who killed Lanze, all things that happen on the highway, as long as they don't hurt passers-by, will be counted as Lanze's revenge. Ze's causal range.

Heaven and earth agreed.

But Lan Ze's insistence on returning to Binhai University is equivalent to putting the lives of tens of thousands of people into danger. For heaven and earth, cause and effect began to tilt.

As long as one person is injured or even dies inside or outside the campus, the cause and effect will be counted on Lan Ze.

At that time, even Yan Shixun could not save Lan Ze.

but……

Yan Shixun's eyes fell on Ye Li.

He still remembered that before Ye Li held his hand and transmitted the power into the meridians, there was no doubt about the aura and ghost aura.

Yan Shixun originally thought that Ye Li was the patriarch of the sect who worshiped the gods, was able to communicate with the gods, and even borrowed the power of the gods, but this powerful ghostly aura broke Yan Shixun's original cognition.

Even though he traveled around with Li Chengyun and saw many hermits living in deep mountains, he still rarely heard of any sect that worshiped underground gods.

Unless... Yeli itself is related to death.

There was inquiry in Yan Shixun's eyes.

But Ye Li didn't have any uneasiness or intention to cover up, his stern and handsome face was calm, allowing Yan Shixun to explore.

He even brought up a smile: "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

It seems that all the secrets are spread out in front of Yan Shixun, and there is nothing to tell his lover.

As he once promised.

— come to explore me, come to know me, and get caught up in our karma.

let me catch you.

Yan Shixun didn't understand the other meaning behind Ye Li's deep eyes, but Ye Li's attitude re-established his shaken trust.

No matter what Ye Li's real identity is, for the time being, Ye Li will not be against him.

As long as Ye Li won't stab him in the back while he's fighting, then this doubt can be put in the back row until the immediate crisis is resolved.

Yan Shixun calmly looked away and did not continue to look at Ye Li.

"Lan Ze..."

Yan Shixun sighed softly: "I never thought that the story of meeting a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing waters could reappear in this era."

Many years ago, the little Yan Shixun stood on tiptoe and took out the classics from Li Chengyun's large bookcase with no expression on his face. The overly simple charm, listening to Li Chengyun swaying on the rattan chair and telling him stories.

Li Chengyun said that there was a story in the past, the ancients made a promise with their friends, they did not hesitate to commit suicide and turned into their souls, traveling thousands of miles in a day.

Little Yan Shixun remembered this story.

But he doesn't understand.

In his life, there is only Li Chengyun.

Be a teacher, a father, and a friend.

Li Chengyun told him that when he grows up, he will find his lifelong friend.For friends, you can go to heaven and earth.

After Li Chengyun's death, the role of "friend" fell on Zhang Wubing.

But what Yan Shixun knew was the way he got along with Zhang Wubing, not this...

Desperate to even give up all friendships.

Even though he has traveled through vast mountains and rivers in these years, and has seen the various religions and human emotions in the streets and alleys, but those things did not happen to him after all.

He can calmly sort out other people's psychology, but he is still unable to see himself clearly.

The friendship between Cheng Jing and Lan Ze made Yan Shixun even more confused.

Why... would some people regard friendship as more important than life?

After all, there is always a reunion in life and death.

Even if death temporarily separates friends, as long as the fate between them is not completely severed, they will meet again in the next life.

Why fight for this one?

Yan Shixun felt sorry for Lan Ze, but Ye Li looked at him with strange and profound eyes.

"Shi Xun."

Ye Li called out in a low voice: "Have you ever thought that what friendship can't do, there is another kind of deep-rooted emotion that can be done?"

Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in confusion.

Under such eyes, Ye Li only persisted for a second before being defeated.

"……never mind."

"It's okay, we still have a lot of time, we can take our time."

Ye Li bent down slightly, her black long hair fell down from her straight shoulders softly, sweeping over Yan Shixun's ears.

"Let me teach you this emotion, Shi Xun."

Ye Li's deep voice caused a magnetic vibration: "I will answer all your doubts."

"Whether it's heaven and earth, life and death, or...all emotions."

At this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even see clearly his dark pupils.

It seems to wrap the deepest darkness, hide all the secrets that cannot be explored in the world, and the mystery of coexistence with the world.

Yan Shixun was almost lost in those eyes.

But he quickly blinked his eyes and returned to his usual look.

Yan Shixun stretched out his palm and landed on Ye Li's strong chest, pushing him away.

"It's too close, it's unnecessary." He quickly turned his head away, refusing to make eye contact with Ye Li again.

Unknown emotions made him a little flustered.

Ye Li's eyes were stained with a smile, and he took a step back from the kindness.

He suddenly felt grateful to the soul named Lan Ze.

Ghost exorcists who don't understand love will explore the truth.

But at the end of the truth, is love.