Burning fire

Zhang Jueming woke up and saw the ceiling on the second floor of the barber shop.

It was night, the lights were on in the room, and he was lying on Zhou Qizun's bed.

His head was still confused, and Zhang Jueming hadn't recovered yet.He froze from the bed and sat up gently.When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Qizun's silhouette.

Zhou Qizun stood sideways by the window, with the sleeping Spade girl hunched over her shoulders, holding on to the window frame with one hand, bargaining with...a young female ghost outside the window.

"Aren't you troublesome? I said no." Zhou Qizun said angrily, "Didn't you secretly take you to meet your son yesterday? You have to report to Yan Luodian tonight."

"If you don't go, just wait for the ghost to catch you." Zhou Qizun closed the window with a "bang" and let the ghost take pictures outside.

Zhang Jueming's eyes widened, he didn't think about anything at first, but was startled by Zhou Qizun talking to the ghost.

"Zhou Qizun!" He blurted out, his voice hoarse.

Zhou Qizun by the window visibly paused, then turned his head quickly.

Zhou Qizun stared at Zhang Jueming, feeling that his breath was making trouble, sinking from the throat to the bottom of the lungs, and rising from the bottom of the lungs to the throat, which made him very sad.

The female ghost outside the window still wanted to push into the house.Her face was pressed against the window, tightly pressed, like a flat white cake crust, her eyes were full of pleading.

Zhang Jueming frowned, and glared at the female ghost. The female ghost didn't dare to enter, and immediately screamed out of fright, and fled away from the ghost with a burst of soot.

Zhou Qizun: "..."

Zhou Qizun slowly took off the girl of spades lying on her neck, and left the unlucky cat spirit on the table as a burden.

Standing and looking at Zhang Jueming for a while, neither of them spoke.

Zhou Qizun went to the bed and sat down.

Zhang Jueming still has long hair.He came back from the netherworld and was in a coma for about a week.Zhou Qizun liked his long hair, so he never cut it off.

At this moment, Zhou Qizun reached out and grabbed a lock of Zhang Jueming's black hair, circling it between his index fingers.He said in a deep voice, "Wake up."

Zhou Qizun paused for a moment, then looked at Zhang Jueming: "What's your expression? Why, am I surprised that I'm still alive and can still see me?"

Zhang Jueming's eye circles turned red suddenly.

Zhang Jueming pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly. He groaned for a long time, but he dared not answer, but instead asked, "What happened to the female ghost just now?"

Zhou Qizun continued to play with his hair with his fingers: "It's nothing, it's Yan Luodian."

Zhou Qizun: "A few days ago when the Netherworld was making a scene, the Yama Hall hadn't restored order, most of the ghost guards died, and there was a shortage of manpower. Therefore, some lonely ghosts who had just died in the world were too late to be led. The King of Yama informed me and let me When you see it, watch it, so as not to cause trouble."

"Yan Luo Wang informed you?" Zhang Jueming's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his head and stared.

"En." Zhou Qizun responded lightly.

"What's going on?" Zhang Jueming was anxious.

Even if Zhou Qizun has ghost eyes, but humans and ghosts have different paths, how could King Yama allow him to have anything to do with Nether!besides......

"And..." Zhang Jueming's voice was a little weaker, but he was really worried about Zhou Qizun, so he still asked, "That day... what happened afterwards?"

——How did he come back alive?

Hearing this, Zhou Qizun raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly let out a snort.

His laughter made Zhang Jueming fearful.Sure enough, in the next second, Zhou Qizun let go of Zhang Jueming's hair, and took something out of his pocket.

He took out a handful of the dregs—the smashed cherries. ——This is to ask the teacher to ask the crime.

With a sullen face, Zhou Qizun threw the rubbish on the bed and splashed it on Zhang Jueming's lap.

Zhang Jueming didn't dare to look, his body stiffened, and he tried to be strong: "Tell me, how did you go to Netherworld that day? Why did King Yama contact you?"

Zhou Qizun was silent.

Zhang Jueming has been in a coma for a week, and he has already done a good job of psychological preparation - when he wakes up, he should be gentle and speak well.Compared to him, Zhang Jueming was the most reluctant and painful person.

But right now, when Zhang Jueming woke up, he was most concerned about him.This made the pain he was holding back in his stomach jump up—it was useless to build anything.With a heart worse than tofu, Zhou Qizun gritted his teeth and swears: "Don't fuck me again!"

"Tell me." Zhou Qizun grabbed Zhang Jueming by the collar, and was dragged in front of him, "When will you get rid of your stinking problem?"

Zhou Qizun really wanted to bite Zhang Jueming to death: "You...you come to ask me...you answer me first? You actually planned it a long time ago, right? Huh? Master Mountain Ghost? "

"You never thought about fulfilling your promise. If you promise me yourself, it's fart!" Zhou Qizun took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and tried to control his emotions, "Including Changshengling."

"I really believed your nonsense, saying that people and ghosts have different paths, and it is safer to send the Changsheng Bell to the Netherworld."

"You clearly counted it out early. Because no matter what happens, you won't let me go to the Netherworld. I don't care whoever dies! You just didn't expect that the last soul fire of the Great Barren Mountain Saint would be on me. "

"What did you say?" Zhang Jueming was stunned for a moment.

His expression became indescribable.Zhang Jueming shook his hands to grab Zhou Qizun, his fingertips trembled as soon as he touched Zhou Qizun's arm.

——Zhou Qizun's body was cold.as same as him.

Zhou Qizun, he no longer has the warmth of a mortal.

"You..." Zhang Jueming probed Zhou Qizun's pulse again, and immediately understood everything.

"Why do you..." The crying problem came back again, tears fell from his eyes in a moment, and pattered onto the back of Zhou Qizun's hand.

Zhou Qizun was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and lived without taboos, but he shed tears when he was afraid of Zhang Jueming.

"Don't cry." Zhou Qizun clicked his tongue, annoyed, unable to curse anything.

"You..." Zhang Jueming choked up and cried, "How could you do this? You are like this..."

"If I am like this, I will never be able to leave you, isn't it just right? If I get my wish, I don't have to worry about not living to a hundred and one." Zhou Qizun sighed, and wiped Zhang Jueming's tears with his hands, "I just know how to cry. I cry when I settle accounts with you."

"I'm asking you, and you answer me honestly." Zhou Qizun's voice softened a bit, and before he could finish venting his temper, he had to coax people again, "You die by yourself and leave me alone."

"Do you think I will forget you and fall in love with others in the future. Or, do you think I will remember you forever, miss you forever, and throw a bowl of Mengpo soup for you when I die?"

"No matter what kind of calculation you have..." Zhou Qi respected a new lock of Zhang Jueming's hair and rubbed it between his fingertips this time, "Zhang Jueming, you are too courageous!" ?”

Zhang Jueming hid his wet eyes: "I didn't. I just..."

"What is it?" Zhou Qizun cut him off and smiled helplessly, "Want to quibble?"

Zhang Jueming was silent for a while, then shook his head obediently: "No."

"Whether you will forget me or not, I want you to live well." Zhang Jueming quickly grabbed the quilt with his hand, "But I didn't expect..."

——Unexpectedly, Zhou Qizun would not even be a "human" for him, and was willing to accompany him for the rest of his life to be a "monster" who was neither human nor ghost.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Jueming said with a trembling voice.

Zhou Qizun called Zhang Jueming an idiot softly and hard in his heart.He suffered so much and endured so much suffering, yet he apologized so easily.

"You're so cruel." Zhou Qizun pulled Zhang Jueming's long hair, put it to his lips, and kissed him, "I'm not good enough for you."

Zhou Qizun touched Zhang Jueming's face again, and then kissed the man's mouth: "Sure enough, I have nothing but the ability to accompany you and pester you."

"Now we are tied together, you can't run away anymore." Zhou Qizun put his hand into Zhang Jueming's hair, and rubbed the soft black hair vigorously.

Zhang Jueming choked for a long time, the harder he tried to calm down his breathing, the more difficult it was to breathe.

He couldn't take it anymore, and Zhou Qizun dragged him into bed.

……

"Ah!...you're going crazy!" Zhou Qizun shouted under the quilt.

His sound startled the girl Spade who was sleeping soundly on the table, and the girl Spade jumped up from the table in fright, "Meow——" at the top of her voice.

Before Miss Spades could identify what the bulging lump on the bed was, a pillow flew across the sky and hit Spades Cat's head right in the middle.

"Get out!" Zhou Qizun roared at the same time.

Spades immediately shut up, tumbling to the ground, pawing at the black-haired legs, and the wind almost escaped through the crack of the door.