Minors are not allowed to enter

"Please, please do me a favor, don't, don't catch me..."

In mid-air, an old soul knelt tremblingly, begging humbly to the god-like man in front of him.

The surrounding area is empty, which makes their existence seem endless.

But the old man knew that not long ago, there were many vicious ghosts around him.Those ghosts tormented him for a long time, making him instinctively terrified at a glance, however, they were all captured by the man in front of him, and then disappeared without a trace.

——Just a face-to-face time.

That means absolute power suppression.

The old man had no doubts that a man could be wiped out as long as he moved his fingers.

He was too frightened to even get up and run away, because he thought that would usher in a harsher punishment.

What happened contrary to expectations was that the man even leaned towards him step by step.

"Don't catch me..." The old man was too scared to look, he hugged his head, trying to shrink himself into a ball, "Don't catch me..."

"..." The man—that is, Jing Xuan—raised his hand, but he didn't want to let it go.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he just wanted to help the poor old man up.But the other party's overly fearful attitude made him wonder if his behavior was going too far.

"Old man," he had no choice but to squat down and look at him as much as possible, "don't be afraid, I won't catch you."

"But you put those people..."

"They are them, you are you, you are different." Jing Xuan said, "If I don't arrest you, I will ask you a question... Can you tell me how you died?"

"Dead?" The old man raised his cloudy and dazed eyes.

……

Ever since he said "Leave it to me" that day, Jing Xuan has been busy shuttling through the city these days. He arrested all the ghosts he met, and only released them selectively after careful interrogation and investigation.

There was an indescribable resentment in his heart, and he held his breath and wanted to take all the ghosts who came out to harm the human race under the order of Lao Shizi to be sentenced to death.

This is not fantasy, he thinks he can do it.

The old man just met. When Jing Xuan met him, he was surrounded by several ghosts.

They punched and kicked him with a smile, as if they were having fun, and asked him if he would like to go to the ghost world.

Sunlight can be weak or strong, but there is also Yin Qi. This poor old man has very weak Yin Qi, and he can only be oppressed among a group of ghosts.Jing Xuan saw the old man begging them to let him go, saying that he still had unfinished business and could not leave the world.

Extremely humble, but failed to arouse the sympathy of those few ghosts.

He is indeed very old.

But no matter what Jing Xuan thinks about it, his lifespan is not over yet, no matter what, he still has a year or two to live.

But he is indeed a dead soul now.

Jing Xuan couldn't understand the arrogant faces of those ghosts, and was a little curious about the cause of the old man's death, so he took down those ghosts, and then squatted in front of the old man.

"How did you die?" The old soul showed obvious bewilderment on his face - this is very common, for many dead souls, death is like a big dream, and only a few can remember the events of the past.

Jing Xuan was not in a hurry, and comforted him by saying, "Don't worry, think slowly."

"I, I seem to be... Oh! I fell asleep in the hospital... How did I go to the hospital? I was sick... Huh? Why did I get sick? I have always been in good health..." The old man was thinking , gradually showing a puzzled look, "This... I have to go back, I haven't had time to say a word to my wife yet!!"

He became emotional all of a sudden, grabbed Jing Xuan's sleeve with his backhand and shook it vigorously: "What should she do by herself in the future?"

"Don't get excited, listen to me..."

Before Jing Xuan finished speaking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, running in a hurry.

His eyes followed the past subconsciously——

It's Xie Ran, you don't need to wait to see him to know.

Xie gas stopped in front of Jing Xuan panting.

He seldom had such a hasty moment, the blue spark flashed by and was absorbed into his body.Xie Ran took a breath, raised his head and said, "Haha... next time you want to do something again, can you, haha... say hello to the landlord first?"

landlord.

So is he a "tenant"?

Jing Xuan pursed her lips: "I thought you wouldn't want to hear it."

"I……"

Just as Xie Ran wanted to explain, Jing Xuan quickly changed the topic: "Don't talk about this, come and see him, I think he may need your help."

Xie Ran was stunned for a moment, then walked over.

This is the middle of the long street, it's okay for the two ghosts to chat in mid-air, but it's too eye-catching for Xie Ran to stand here.

He already had a face with a high rate of turning heads.

For the sake of Xie Ran, they moved to the alley between two diagonally opposite buildings. Xie Ran found a bonsai tree more than two meters high and hid in it.

That way it's less conspicuous.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?" Xie Ran asked.

The old man was so crying that he couldn't speak, as if he remembered something extremely sad.

"He's worried about his wife." Jing Xuan's expression was serious, "I saw that his lifespan was not over yet, and he probably fell ill and was hospitalized because of the influence of the ghost clan, and finally passed away..."

"The longevity of a living person..." Xie Ran muttered to himself.

He spoke softly, but Jing Xuan heard it.He shut his mouth abruptly, and it took him a while to add the second half of the sentence: "He has not fulfilled his wish, and maybe he needs your help."

The dead souls with wishes need the painted skin of Xie Ran.

……Maybe.

After hearing what Jing Xuan said, Xie Ran didn't speak anymore, and stood aside with his head down, waiting for the old man to finish crying.

He is always patient with his "guests", no matter whether he can make a business or not in the end.

Jing Xuan watched with an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The side face of the little bird is very beautiful when it is quiet, although in Jing Xuan's impression, none of the Bailing family is ugly - after all, they are half of Qingluan blood, and Qingluan is related to the legendary bird Suzaku So—but he still felt that the lark in front of him was very beautiful.

The old man cried for a long time before he gradually calmed down. He sniffed and asked sadly, "Young man, what can you do for me?"

"Old man, I can give you a piece of skin so that you can use someone else's face to live like a living person for a few days, and do anything you wanted to do but didn't have time to do." Xie Ran spoke clearly, "However, the price is Afterwards, the soul flies away, so you must think clearly."

"Okay!" The old man didn't know if he heard the second half of the sentence, "Then can I talk to my wife?"

"Of course I can, but the price..."

"Then I want to paint! Young man, help me paint!"

"generation……"

"It's okay, I'm okay..." The old man said, his voice lowered, "As long as I can talk to her again...it's fine..."

Xie Ran was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt uncomfortable.He held the old man's hand and said, "You and Mrs. Ling have really deep feelings."

The old man didn't speak, just kept shaking his head, shaking and crying again.

Xie Ran originally came to chase Jing Xuan, and wanted to emphasize the issue of "farewell without saying goodbye" with him, but he was interrupted by this old man who suddenly appeared, so he had to start preparing for painting again.

After hearing that he could not use his own face, the old man took Xie Ran to meet his younger brother.

When I saw it, I realized that the old man's younger brother looked very similar to the old man.

After repeatedly confirming that the old man wanted to use his younger brother's face, Xie Ran told him very sadly that the drawing might not look like it.

... It's not that he doesn't have confidence in his painting skills.

This is the rule.

Xie Ran once tried to paint the skin according to the appearance of the dead soul himself, but there was always a force in the dark that controlled his writing, which eventually led to an ugly gossip, so he hardly did this kind of painting later on. Tried it, and he will explain it clearly if a guest asks for it.

This time, Xie Ran also explained, but the old man was very stubborn.

Once the human race gets old, there will be some stubbornness that ordinary people can't understand. Xie Ran couldn't resist him, so he had to agree to paint his younger brother's skin for him.

He spent the whole afternoon drawing this skin with a particularly high degree of difficulty, trying his best to control his strokes.

But sure enough, under the influence of some established rules, he drew a completely different face.

The parts of the old man's younger brother's face that are similar to the old man's face are all crooked. Only by separating the facial features can we see that Xie Ran's painting skills are still very strong from the remaining parts that are not similar.

But the subtlety of human faces is that a little bit of difference can make two faces look like two people.

"Okay." Xie Ran put the skin on for the old man, pointed to the bathroom, and said helplessly, "I tried my best, but it still doesn't look like...you can look in the mirror."

However, the old man's focus is not on his appearance. When he saw "self" in the mirror, he suddenly held his own face excitedly: "I'm alive, I'm really alive!"

"...Only a few days, depends on your soul strength." Xie Ran corrected him.

But the old man didn't care anymore.

He couldn't wait to see the woman and talk to her again.

The old man was about to go out immediately, Xie Ran didn't even pack his things, so he had to hurry out.

Before going out, he looked back, and sure enough, the studio was empty, and there was no trace of Jing Xuan everywhere.

...and I don't know where I went.

Xie Ran sighed and followed the old man away.

The wind in the evening was still hot, the old man walked very fast, it seemed that only forward was left in front of his eyes, it was Xie Ran who pulled him back, took out some banknotes and took him to take a taxi.

Xie Ran: "Where are you going?"

The old man reported an address.

It was a residential area in the city center. After the taxi arrived, Xie Ran found that the houses in this area were very new.

"It's a relocation house." The old man explained to him, "After working hard all my life, I just earned this house, and my daughter-in-law is still trying to win over this house..."

Ding.

As they spoke, the elevator sent them to the old man's house.

The old man suddenly became nervous, swallowed, and rang the doorbell.

He was so nervous that Xie Ran couldn't help wiping his sweat.

Not long after, there was a noise in the house, and a dignified old lady opened the door.

She looks much younger than the old man, and there is a kind of indifference that Xie Ran is very familiar with between her eyebrows: "Who are you two?"