I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

The singing came from the abandoned music classroom on the roof, adding a touch of eerieness to the bleak and desolate night.

Chu Ci sacrificed Luohong Dao again, and Jiang Han followed behind him, tugging at the hem of his clothes, and asked in a low voice, "There won't be ghosts on the roof, right?"

"Uh... that... I'm a ghost, brother." Chu Ci sighed helplessly, "What are you afraid of, and me? Could it be that it can jump over me and eat you?" He stretched out his hand and rubbed Rubbing Jiang Han's slightly raised short hair, "Don't worry, I'm very good, and I'm invincible all over the underworld."

"Really?" Although Jiang Han knew that Chu Ci was a big brother, he never thought that this brother would be so awesome. "Worship the big brother, worship." He imitated how he acted in the TV series and bowed to Chu Ci.

"Hey, don't." Chu Ci shook his hand, telling him to quickly put away his posture, "Living people don't worship ghosts and gods, and even bow to each other, understand?"

"Can't you? Then...then my seventh uncle and grandma's hometown still worships the King of Hades." Jiang Han scratched his hair, and said this sentence casually, but unexpectedly Chu Ci said this Thinking over the words carefully in his heart, he pondered for a while and then asked Jiang Han: "Worship the King of Hades? What kind of puja is this?"

"It's normal, it seems... It seems to be praying to stay away from death or something. It's been a long time since I went to Grandma Qi's hometown. I went there when I was a child, and I don't remember clearly."

"Ordinary people pray to Buddha or god to keep safe or to seek wealth and honor. Then... why do you worship the king of hell? The king of hell is the god of death in the east, and worshiping the god of death is half of seeking death." Chu Ci said, "Your seventh grandma's hometown What kind of feng shui is there, and this activity?"

"It's Uncle Seven, Grandma and Uncle, not my Grandma Seven." Jiang Han walked aside with his waist in his arms. Seventh Uncle also picked it up, and I don’t know her very well, I went there once with my dad during the Chinese New Year when I was young, and I almost..." Chuci looked at Jiang Han, and Jiang Han interpreted what he said with his own expression : "I was almost scared to death."

"Scary people?" Chu Ci was a little puzzled.

"No, it's my Seventh Uncle. She has been sitting on the kang for a long time. Both legs are deformed. Her skin is whiter than paper and her teeth are black. I remember that night when I went to the toilet, the yard The streetlights in the house were a bit dim, and when I turned around, I saw her sitting on the kang and staring at me, she was really scarier than Sadako...it was too intrusive, and she was smiling at me..." Jiang Han didn't want to say any more Going down, even just thinking about the scene at that time almost gave me goosebumps.

"It seems that you were frightened." Chu Ci rubbed his head reassuringly, as if petting a dog's head, "But this is also your fate, as a psychic body's fate. To be able to see others Scary things that you can’t see, nothing to worry about, in fact, before I died, I was a psychic just like you.”

Jiang Han looked up at him when he heard this.

For a moment, there was such an unreachable distance between him and that person. Before he said that he was also a psychic body, he and Jiang Han were originally people from two worlds, but because a hungry ghost , let the two meet, because Xia Ziye let the two meet again.Now there should be more topics because of the psychic body.Jiang Han thought so.

Fate ah, really wonderful.

He smiled at Chu Ci, and Chu Ci answered his smile knowingly, and the two laughed together on the stairs.

I don't know why, when you see a person, you feel very good, maybe because you are afraid that he will be unhappy when he sees a sad, disappointed or angry expression, so you can only smile at him.

Chuci, do you know?After meeting you, every time I see you, I feel very happy.

Jiang Han laughed out loud, and when Chu Ci heard his heartfelt words, he couldn't help turning around. He turned his back to Jiang Han, but Jiang Han bumped into his arms without paying attention.

Chu Ci hurriedly helped him up, "Jiang Han, do you know? Every time I see you, I feel really good." That was a good mood I haven't had in hundreds of years.

Jiang Han raised his head and looked at him. Chu Ci was condescending, with both hands supporting Jiang Han's arms. This posture seemed a bit too ambiguous, and Jiang Han wanted to struggle out.

Chu Ci knew that he was going to escape, so he went down a flight of stairs knowingly, and took him into his arms.

"Plop-plop-"

"thump--"

……

Jiang Han heard the beating of his heart, and the two hugged each other, and the moonlight quietly shone on them.

It was the sound of heartbeat, like a deer bumping wildly, uncontrollable.

Jiang Han lowered his head and buried his head in his arms, "You... your heart beats so fast..."

"It's not me, it's you." Chu Ci hugged the person in his arms, "That's your heartbeat."

"I don't have a heart, my heart is already dead."

"Ah?" Jiang Han was frightened by his words, and quickly lay on his chest to listen, his chest was very quiet, without any ups and downs, just like what he said, his heart... …been dead for many years.

"You...you are...what's wrong with you..." Jiang Han remembered the life story he told himself before, he hadn't finished it yet, Jiang Han wanted to know everything about him.

He also wanted to ask Chu Ci many questions, but he didn't know where to start or where to ask.

He didn't want to ask anymore, recalling his past time and time again, and replaying the cruel past in his mind again and again, that would be unfair to Chu Ci.

Forced himself to talk about the cause of his death in a nonchalant tone, but it took advantage of him, Jiang Han, to eavesdrop in vain here.

"I'm sorry..." Jiang Han said in a low voice, let go of Chu Ci and went up a few steps around him.

The singing sounded again, getting closer.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to catch ghosts."

"You forget your story."

Chu Ci can hear Jiang Han's inner activities clearly, which is not fair to Jiang Han.

I have no privacy in other people's hearts like a piece of white paper, but I don't know anything about that other person, and I can only rely on blind guesses and temptations.

This is Jiang Han and Chu Ci.

People who were supposed to be from two worlds, but now they are walking together, the feelings that have no place to talk about are quietly fermenting without saying a word.

Can I like you?

If I tell you that I like you, what will your response be?

I'm moved, what about you?

If you have no heart, can you love me like I love you?

Even if you love me, but after all, we are different from each other. We have endured gossip and feelings, but we can't bear time.

Decades later, I became a handful of yellow sand and returned to the underworld. Can you continue to like me?

Some questions have no answers at all.

Then why should I ask ignorantly?

Jiang Han went up to the top floor and remained silent.

Chu Ci followed behind him, also looking preoccupied.

The evening wind on the top floor was very strong, the windows and doors of the abandoned music classroom were not closed tightly, and the blue curtains inside were blown by the wind and rattled under the night sky.

Amidst the blue curtains, a long-haired girl in a blue and white school uniform stood at the door of the classroom.

Blood slowly flowed from her eye sockets, and the blood dripped on the school uniform and dripped on her hands.

Holding a delicate music box in her arms, she slowly and bluntly twisted the clockwork.

The music box made a tinkling sound, and the girl sang heartbreaking songs, resounding through the night sky.