Paranoid man asks for a hug every day

"Follow me and I will take you away."

The man stretched out his hand towards Jiang Shuo, his knuckles were slender, and some faint ghost lights lingered around him, kissing the man's fingers like fireflies.

"You... aren't you dead?"

"No, I should be dead..."

Because I am dead, I can see the dead.

Jiang Shuo was in a daze. He was wearing a bright red wedding dress. He looked handsome and handsome. There was a bit of fear and helplessness in his clear and beautiful eyes, which could arouse people's strong desire to protect.

The pampering look in Lu Yuanming's eyes became a little bit more serious.

"You're not dead, come, I'll take you out, this place is too dark and not suitable for you to stay in."

Lu Yuanming's hand moved closer, with a broad palm, like a piece of ancient jade under the light of the fire.

By coincidence, Jiang Shuo slowly raised his hand and met the eyes of the man in front of him.

The moment the palms of the two touched, a smile gradually appeared in the deep and dark eyes.

Jiang Shuo stepped out of the coffin, and followed the man step by step towards the distance. More and more will-o'-the-wisps lit up around him, and something even more frightening happened to Jiang Shuo.

"Woooo..."

Around him and in the forest in front of him, pale and strange figures appeared one after another.

They are either skinny old people, or long-haired women, or crying children...

Ghosts, there are ghosts all over the mountains and plains, they are staring at Jiang Shuo with weird smiles.

Jiang Shuo was so scared that he wanted to back down, the man beside him held his hand tightly, a cold feeling came over him instantly, but somehow brought him a force.

"Don't be afraid, with me here, they dare not come over."

Some men in black walked beside Jiang Shuo, the will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air illuminated the path under their feet.

It's strange to say that as long as they are close to them, all the evil spirits will tremble and then slowly dissipate, and soon only Jiang Shuo and the man are left holding hands in this forest.

Jiang Shuo stood shoulder to shoulder with the man, and could smell the mysterious and quiet scent of incense on his body, just like the flowers blooming on the coffin, elegance and death intertwined, making people love and fear at the same time.

"Lu Yuanming, here... what is this place?"

"Tongyou Mountain, where my grave is."

"Will you kill me?"

"will not."

"Then...will you let me go?"

It seemed that Jiang Shuo's question was too naive, the man smiled lowly, and held his hand even tighter.

"We are married, and you are my husband. If you leave, will you leave me alone in this wilderness?"

Jiang Shuo looked at the man beside him, he was more beautiful than the one in the black and white photo, he was like a living person, he couldn't feel any breath of death except that he was very cold, and he couldn't feel any breath of death except that he was very cold. Ghosts are different.

"Are you really a ghost?"

"Yes."

"..."

Jiang Shuo didn't know what exactly he wanted to ask, he had a lot of questions in his mind, and he was afraid that if he asked too much, it would make this ghost unhappy.

He even felt that what he was experiencing now was not reality, but a dream.

Jiang Shuo didn't speak any more, but looked away, followed Lu Yuanming with his head down.

After finally passing through a forest, a thick fog hit, Jiang Shuo felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he could no longer support his body, so he fell asleep directly.

Lu Yuanming hugged him in his arms, his narrow eyes filled with tenderness, and his palm gently stroked Jiang Shuo's face.

"Xiao Shuo, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

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The sound of insects and birds chirping became clearer, and the light was bright and dazzling. Jiang Shuo slowly opened his eyes. In the light brown eyes, there was a layer of confusion after waking up, and the memory was broken and messy.

Is he dead?

The brain was heavy and chaotic, the boy struggled to prop up his body, and found himself lying on a flat grass, covered with a black windbreaker.

The scene of last night was vivid in his memory, Jiang Shuo smelled his palm, and there was still that cool fragrance on it.

He didn't die, it was Lu Yuanming who saved him.