The old attack of rebirth is a sick and tender monster

"You... saw me?" Xingchao's voice trembled imperceptibly.

But it shouldn't be, everything now is just a projection, not a real scene.

Qi Muhe continued: "Little Xingxing, shall I take you home?"

He continued to look at Xingchao, staring straight at him, without dodging, let alone escaping, he turned slightly sideways as if he was talking to Xingchao, as if he could really see the figure floating in the air.

The moment their eyes met, the soft rustling of leaves and the man's hoarse voice could be heard next to their ears, as if the world was silent and only the two of them were left.

Xingchao covered his heart that was beating faster and faster with the palm of his hand, even though he knew that this situation was impossible, he was just a spectator, and he in that time and space had long since died.

But because the one in front of him is Qi Muhe...

So he couldn't help but soften his heart, even if he was deceiving himself and others, as long as Qi Muhe was happy.

So he responded gently, "Okay."

Qi Muhe really showed a bright smile, "I knew you would agree, please wait for me to pack my things first."

He lowered his head, but his gaze suddenly became dark. He stretched out his hand towards Xingchao's corpse, and then swallowed it alive with bites, leaving only a skeleton that was beyond recognition, but he also smashed it to pieces. Put it in the box.

Xingchao just kept watching, and finally, slowly, a shallow arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, helplessly and indulgently.

The clouds that gradually gathered in the sky completely covered the sun, so no ray of sunlight fell on Qi Muhe's face, and his face was completely melted into the shadow.

On his face was an emotion that Xingchao couldn't look at carefully, as if as long as he understood a little more, his heart would be tightened by the other party, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

So Xingchao could only notice that his hands were tightening, and his voice suddenly softened, a faint sigh disappeared in the wind.

"Sorry……"

No one heard his words clearly, even Xingchao, only saw his lips move slightly, for some reason, there was a trace of sadness in his heart.

Then I saw Qi Muhe raised his head and looked at himself as if nothing had happened, the blood from the food he had just eaten still remained at the corner of his mouth, and his fingernails were also full of red blood, not to mention the blood and wounds on his body.

"Little Xingxing, let's go."

Coupled with his innocent and harmless appearance, it is a bit creepy.

But Xingchao is blind, consciously following Qi Muhe's steps, and replied flatly: "Okay."

Along the way, Qi Muhe would turn his head to look at Xing Chao from time to time, and then quickly looked away, talking on his own.

It seemed that he was just checking whether Xingchao was still by his side, and whether he was listening to him, and there was no difference between the natural attitude and the usual.

Xingchao couldn't help but froze in place, but Qi Muhe didn't stop, let alone look back.

Something, something is wrong.

He suppressed the sourness rising again in his heart, and quickly chased after him again.

"Qi Muhe..." Xing Chao called him softly.

"..."

"Qi Qi, I'm by your side."

It was rare for him to call Qi Muhe in such a soft tone, but Qi Muhe still didn't answer him.

Xingchao's misfortune deepened again, and the inexplicable emotions in his heart churned even more, as if they would explode in the next second.

He took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'm calling you."

"I know, I heard it." Qi Muhe tilted his head, and smiled flatteringly at Xingchao, "It's just that your voice was too gentle when you called me, I just want to listen to it a few more times, don't be angry."

The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, and he smiled so beautifully and gently, Xing Chao lost his temper, followed him expressionlessly, and walked back to their home, the house in City B at the beginning.

After entering, the dust on the face seems to make people sneeze uncontrollably, but one is no longer human, and the other does not exist at all.

So together, they quietly looked at this familiar yet somewhat strange house.

"Should we live here next?" the man asked with a smile.

Looking at the huge photo frame with their photos on the wall, Xingchao's heart softened, and there was no reason to refuse, "Okay."

Then he saw the man walking into the room on his own, yawned, squinted his eyes lazily and smiled, "Little Xingxing, please clean the house, I'm so tired .”

Xing Chao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Then you should rest."

Then he quickly realized that he had no way to touch everything here, which made him irritable.

Everything in front of him is a real projection, so what would Qi Muhe think when he came out of the room and found that the room hadn't been cleaned?

But before Xingchao could come up with a countermeasure, Qi Muhe walked out of the room expressionlessly, cleaning the house on his own, his behavior was terribly strange.

Xingchao froze in place for a while, watching Qi Muhe walk back to the room after cleaning up, his mind was completely messed up.

When the guess that he didn't want to admit emerged from Xingchao's mind, Qi Muhe had already rested, and stood in front of him with a smile and tilted his head, "Wow, it was cleaned up so quickly, as expected of you."

Who?

Xingchao looked at him quietly, and suddenly realized that the matter in front of him was beyond his acceptable load range, and the more he dug, the more painful it was.

"Who are you looking at now? Me? Or the me you imagined?" Xing Chao stretched out a hand, stroking Qi Muhe's cheek through a layer of air, and asked calmly: "You Have you also started to learn to deceive yourself?"

It's so cowardly, so cowardly that it hurts.

Qi Muhe didn't seem to hear what Xingchao was saying, so he pulled the hem of his clothes that didn't exist and acted like a baby, "Little Xingxing, what are you going to do delicious tonight?"

Then, just like before, he cooked food unskillfully, and put two bowls on the table.

The special body structure of zombies means that they cannot eat like humans, so after Qi Muhe ate with a smile and urged "Xingchao to eat", he rushed into the bathroom and vomited profusely.

All the vomit was carrion, internal organs and food that could not be digested at all. It looked so uncomfortable as if he was going to die in the next second.

His eyes were red, but he didn't cry, as if he was used to holding back his tears.

Suddenly he seemed to have heard something, turned his head abruptly, met the eyes of Xingchao at the door, and was at a loss, "I, mine, it's not that your cooking is not delicious, it's my problem..."

Because he didn't dare to let "Xingchao" know that he was a zombie, he could only distract "Xingchao" with other topics as if nothing had happened.

But in this way, it seemed that "Xingchao" became more suspicious. He approached Qi Muhe and found out everything.

Because of the delusions and obsessions during the years of hiding, in Qi Muhe's mind, "Xingchao can't accept Qi Muhe who is neither human nor ghost" has become the only fact.

So "Star Tide" will want to leave.

"Don't go...I didn't mean to lie to you." Inexplicably, Qi Muhe grabbed Xingchao's clothes, then hugged Xingchao, "Don't be angry with me..."

Even though he knew that Qi Muhe was not hugging the real him, Xingchao's heart still trembled, as if he could feel Qi Muhe's breath coming from him, as if he really hugged him across a time and space.

"Idiot." Xingchao lowered his eyes and cursed in a low voice, "How could I leave you."

He could tell that the man just wanted him to guard Qi Muhe every step of the way.

On Xingchao's body, half of the man's face was hidden in the shadows, his eyes dim.

He was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, he murmured in a hoarse voice, "Even if you want to leave, you can't leave. The stars fell from the sky, and you can't go back."

So it didn't take long for Xingchao to discover that "he" was imprisoned by Qi Muhe.

Qi Muhe worked hard to redecorate the house to make it cozy and clean, and even started to do housework and study recipes. He tried his best to make "Xingchao" live a better life.

Is he imprisoning the fantasy Star Tide, or... himself.

Xingchao felt distressed and funny at the same time, in the end he almost gave up on himself, and took the initiative to pick up what Qi Muhe said, regardless of whether he could hear it or not.

"Little Xingxing, you seem a little different today."

When they were lying side by side on the bed at night, Qi Muhe suddenly let out a light voice angrily, but the temptation in his words was extremely blatant.

"Have you begun to accept the facts?" Obviously, when he was full of obsession with Xingchao, he didn't have much trust in Xingchao.

Xingchao squeezed his face expressionlessly, as if venting his displeasure, "If I really want to leave, the breaking of the door here is impossible to stop me."

In Qi Muhe's narrow and deep eyes, there were many emotions that Xingchao couldn't distinguish for a while, which made people unconsciously raise bad guesses.

"Go to sleep, good night." But his tone was still calm.

Perhaps because of problems during the experiment, sometimes Qi Muhe is sicker than usual, but sometimes he will wake up knowing everything.

Whenever he wakes up and realizes that Star Tide is dead, his eyes are always terribly dark, and then he locks himself in the laboratory, next to a few scattered calendars, which are densely filled with the things he "saw" things.

Xingchao has never seen him like this before. In his eyes, Qi Muhe has always been a bit weak and gentle. Even if he has some temper and problems occasionally, he never appears aggressive.

But now that Xingchao saw him, it was strange and distressing.

"I shouldn't have seen you," he said.

"But I can't stop myself from seeing you."

"Because I miss you, because I love you."

"You're the reason I've become cowardly."