Chapter 105: The system is crazy

When Yan Yu went downstairs, there was a slight sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor, and flies and insects flew around under the dim light bulb. The weather was so dull that people couldn’t breathe. The smell of nearby garbage dumped over the whole building. Diffuse.
Leaning on the railing and lighting a cigarette, Yan Yu looked at the broken wall in front of him. Suddenly, he felt that he was not living like a person. On the one hand, he felt that it was very good, but on the other hand, he felt that he couldn't continue like this.
The cigarette in his hand only burned for a short time, and then it was pinched on the railing. Yan Yu stretched out his hand and pushed open the door. As a result, Xun Chuan stood behind the door before expecting. The two eyes were facing each other. Know who frightened who.
After a moment of stunned, Xun Chuan gave up his position and floated back on the bed again, a pair of legs dangling, Yan Yu did not speak, changed his shoes at the door, and then sat down at the desk. After a while, he stretched out his hand and opened the fourth Layer drawers.
Xun Chuan didn't move anymore, wanted to see it, but felt that he shouldn't watch it again.
There was a brazier for burning talisman paper under the desk, Yan Yu dragged it out, then lit the paper and threw the paper in. An orange flame ignited, giving his side a slightly more warm taste.
Xun Chuan still asked: "What do you burn?"
With fire shining in the bottom of Yan Yu's eyes, he whispered, "What makes you unlucky."
If he didn't calculate this hexagram, he would not break up with Xun Chuan. If he didn't break up, Xun Chuan would not go to X City and wait for himself. Maybe he would not die. Sometimes, everything is fate.
Xun Chuan floated over quietly, and the yin of his body made the flame weaker, and it kept shaking, as if it would go out in the next moment. Yan Yu put his hands together, the fire light brightened again, and the paper was very Quickly turn to ashes.
After the burning, Yan Yu poured a glass of water into it, extinguished the remaining spark, and asked Xun Chuan, "Hate me?"
A sentence that I thought would be very heartbreaking, I asked it plainly.
Xun Chuan heard the words, knowing that Su Qing must have said something to him, he digs the corner of the desk at a loss, and looks down at the brazier: "No hate, in fact, you can tell me directly..."
But after speaking, I felt that it didn't make much sense. Yan Yu told the truth, he might not believe it. I only felt that he would not even give a decent excuse for breaking up. After all, fortune-telling is too mysterious.
Xun Chuan didn't even know that after death, people would really become ghosts because of deep obsession.
Yan Yu touched his pocket and wanted to smoke, but found that it was gone. Xun Chuan pulled out the lighter in his hand, threw it aside with a scream, and sat face to face on his lap.
"It's okay to be a ghost," Xun Chuan squeezed his chin, his brows were cold, with a condescending connotation, "If I don't die, you might forget me after the breakup."
Only when he is dead, Yan Yu can remember him for a lifetime, and he will never forget it...
In a sense, Xun Chuan still understands Yan Yu, that others are not bad, but it is true that he is heartless, otherwise he can't grow so big.
Yan Yu said: "It's a good thing to be able to forget."
The ghost gate is not opened every year, once every three years, once every five years, there is no certainty. Some warlocks can figure it out, but ghosts can’t. Some of them want to reincarnate, and would rather fight for blood and blood. Give up this opportunity.
Tonight, Yan Yu could obviously feel the restlessness of external grievances. He was worried that evil spirits would come in. He had a money sword hidden in his sleeve. He closed his eyes on the bedboard and calmed down. Only at dawn did he relax his nerves slightly.
Yan Yu was accustomed to turning black and white upside down. He was sleepy as soon as the day came. He opened his eyes and saw Xun Chuan still lying on his side. He yawned and then lay down. He fell asleep shortly after.
Xun Chuan turned over calmly, staring at Yan Yu quietly, then quietly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pinch his nose, but didn't want to wake him up, and finally put it back.
It was the hottest time in midsummer, when the outside vegetation was scorched and turned yellow. Xun Chuan glanced out through the curtain, but was forced back by the scorching sun, and could only wait for the sun to go down.
Yan Yu had been asleep during this period. Except for occasionally turning over, he did not wake up. Xun Chuan saw the red sun slanting westward, walked to the door, his figure instantly disappeared in the air, but in the next second he was stopped by an inexplicable force. Came back.
He backed up a few steps, gathered his figure again, his complexion changed subtlely, and then realized that there was an array around the room, and he could not get out at all, and Yan Yu seemed to feel it, and quietly opened it. Closed his eyes.
"You can't get out."
Yan Yu got up from the bed, could not see the slightest drowsiness, looked at Xun Chuan and said, "...Didn't you promise me to go to reincarnation?"
Xun Chuan couldn’t get out, the expression on his face changed again and again. It was extremely ugly. At the end of his eyebrows, there was a touch of humiliation. He sneered and said: "When did you cheat so easily? What do I say? What do you believe?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that this was wrong again. If Yan Yu believed in himself, how could he put up a formation here, and immediately kicked the chair over angrily, and rushed out the door without believing in evil, but the soul body was stopped again.
Yan Yu watched from the side, thinking that he was still the temperament who hit the south wall and didn't look back. Anyway, there was no harm in the formation, so he simply covered the quilt on his face, not seeing and not bothering.
Xun Chuan was mad and tore off his quilt, and said in a gloomy tone: "Go, open the door for me--"
Yan Yu put his hands on the back of his head, so he looked at him in time, with a calm tone: "Why don't you want to go?"
He was referring to reincarnation.
Xun Chuan's fingertips were shaking. He grabbed Yan Yu's collar, his eyes blushing with a few drops of bleeding, and asked himself with a sneer: "Why? Why am I not willing to go? You don't understand anything. , What do you know...?"
All he wants is the person in front of him, and he likes only the person in front of him, instead of listening to other people's nonsense and waiting for the reincarnation of some emptied soul.
Different, different, even if it’s the same soul, there will be no more unforgettable memories of this life, and there will be no more memories of this life, but these severe encounters don’t understand, and Xun Chuan doesn’t know how to say it. Listen to him.
He is dead, and he can still be a ghost to find Yan Yu. If the soul body goes to reincarnation, there is really nothing left. What else can he rely on to find him?
Xun Chuan couldn't get out, and he couldn't judge Yan Yu. When he got anxious, he started to throw things. Yan Yu didn't stop him, and went with him. Anyway, there was nothing valuable in this house.
"Hey--"
There was constant movement in the room, and the cracking sound was repeated, but it was a pity that Yan Yu was a poor ghost, and there was nothing to keep him smashing. After a while, the movement stopped, only the large wardrobe desk.
Sitting on the ground, Xun Chuan kept shaking his shoulders. He didn't know whether he was angry or tired. He kicked the foot of the bed vigorously and shouted at Yan Yu, "You let me out!"
Yan Yu got off the bed: "You calm down first, actually..."
In fact, there is something to discuss.
However, before he had time to say the second half of his sentence, a woman's scream was heard from upstairs. It sounded terribly shocked. Yan Yu's face changed suddenly when he heard the words, and then he realized that there was an increase in the building. With extremely strong resentment, he looked back at Xun Chuan, paused for a moment, opened the door of the room and rushed straight to the fourth floor.
Once the door was opened, the formation became invalid.
Su Qing’s house didn’t turn on the light, and the eyes were dark. The closet and desk fell to the ground, messier than the battlefield. Yan Yu had heard her screams just now, but she came upstairs quietly, as if Everything that happened just now is an illusion.
"Su Qing?"
Yan Yu called her, but no one responded. The cool breeze blew, and the scattered talisman paper wandered around on the ground.
"Boom...boom..."
At this moment, the closet door rang twice, Yan Yu raised his eyes and approached vigilantly. He stretched out his hand to tentatively opened the cabinet door, and the bleak moonlight penetrated through the window, pulling his shadow long, and At the same time, a hammer was raised high behind him and hit Yan Yu's head as hard as he could.
"Stab!"
There was a sound of corrosion, and the hammer suddenly stopped in the air. A funny clown stunned and lowered his head, only to find that he had inserted a money sword in his abdomen at some point, corroding his soul, and was still blowing blue smoke. With a scream, he drew out the money sword and threw it far away, slamming it down towards Yan Yu.
Yan Yu had already prepared, and quickly dodged, stretched out his hand to open the wardrobe door, and dragged Su Qing out of the coma.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie... You are also a spirit body... It's great... I don't have to use that woman's body..."
The clown regained his happiness in an instant, and ran towards Yan Yu with a hammer on his shoulders. With his hands stretched out long, he seemed to be about to choke his neck. Yan Yu came in a hurry and did not bring anything. Seeing a bunch of scattered red threads on the ground, he pushed Su Qing away and quickly wound a complicated soul-locking knot. When the clown's sharp nails stretched out, he directly put on his wrist, and then pulled the knot fiercely. , Suddenly corroded a puff of blue smoke.
Su Qing seemed to wake up just after she fell. She held her head and staggered to stand up, her face changed drastically when she saw what she saw. She quickly turned over to find a mahogany sword from the ground, and slammed the clown's back into Yan Yu. Screamed: "You go quickly! He is a fierce ghost! Don't let him get on your body, or it will be over!"
Both Yan Yu and Su Qing are born spirit bodies. Such a physique is the easiest to recruit ghosts, while a strong spirit means a weak spirit. As long as a ghost is on his body, he can use this body forever, and more importantly, it can still be a ghost. No wonder the clown is so happy with the extraordinary ability of the time.
He originally liked Su Qing, but now he has a more suitable male body, and now all attacks are aimed at Yan Yu, and he wants to get on his body.
The Meng Gui was one level higher than the Li Gui. Yan Yu was barely able to draw a tie against Xun Chuan. There was really no fight against the Meng Gui. At this time, he felt that his whole body was solidified by resentment, and he couldn't move at all.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
The clown leaned close to him, his hands like flowing liquid, and followed the bound red line to intrude into Yan Yu's body little by little. Su Qing was very anxious when she saw it, but she couldn't shake him at all. At this moment, A thick black resentment suddenly appeared, tightly wrapped around the clown's neck, and Shengsheng pulled him back away from Yan Yu's surroundings.
The whole body of the clown turned into a pool of twisted liquid, and was instantly out of the grip of the resentment. At the same time, the sharp nails caught the resentment, and then bit down, chewed and swallowed the resentment. Into the abdomen.
A human figure condensed and formed behind him, and it looked like Xun Chuan. He took the money sword Yan Yu dropped to the ground in the air, and ignoring the corroded hands, he thrust it at the top of the clown's head.
"Stab!"
A violent sound of corrosion sounded, and the clown paused and started struggling desperately. Xun Chuan did not let go, and firmly fixed the money sword. His hands and arms were corroded into bones that were visible to the naked eye, and were finally destroyed by the money sword. The light bounced away fiercely, and the clown turned out of thin air like a snowman, the liquid flowing on the floor, and then quickly attacked Yan Yu.
Su Qing desperately rummaged on the ground for something that could drive ghosts away, and Yan Yu's face was already blackened. He half-kneeled on the ground, strangling his throat as if breathing hard, and let out a clown's triumphant smile.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie... you kill me... kill me..."
Most of Xun Chuan's face showed a corrupt state, weaker than a virtual soul, and his figure appeared from time to time, unable to move. He looked at Yan Yu with cracked eyes, and his eyes were red with a few drops of bleeding. .
Su Qing never expected that Yan Yu's spirit would be so weak, anxiously anxious, hitting spells one after another, but it was of no use. She could only watch the clown's soul occupy his body little by little, and her face was pale and heart. Like ashes.
Yan Yu said with difficulty: "Kill me..."
He looked at Xun Chuan and said to Su Qing: "Su Qing...killed me with the money sword..."
When the clown's soul really took over the body, it was too late.
Su Qing picked up the money sword, and the tears fell. She couldn't breathe from crying, but Xun Chuan exhausted her last bit of strength to grab her wrist, and she couldn't put her hand down.
Yan Yu only felt that his body had split into two halves, and his limbs were beginning to be out of control. He looked at Xun Chuan and moved his lips silently. He could only hear what he said, just at the last trace of his mind. When he was about to be obliterated, Yan Yu heard a cry in his mind.
[Oh oh oh oh what are you! ! Get out and get out! Ah ah ah ah ah! I your fucking your fucking! Go away! ! ! ! Oh oh oh mom! I am afraid! I am afraid of ghosts! I don't want to stay here oh oh oh! 】
Yan Yu's body stiffened, only to feel that something was punching and kicking in his mind, crying and strangling with the clown's soul.
[Oh, you ugly thing stay away from me! roll roll roll! Iyour mother told you to stay away from me, you still don’t listen! Oh, you still don’t get out! I beat you to death! I beat you to death! 】