save ghosts

In the empty surroundings, there is only a large screen in the middle of the road, and there is nothing to support it. It just appears empty and steadily above the sky.

Song Yao frowned, clutched the phone in his hand, and took out the other hand from his pocket, which was covered with fresh snow every minute in the heavy snow.

He has encountered all kinds of ghosts since he was a child, and he always used different methods to scare people, but Song Yao was used to being afraid at that time, so he was not afraid, anyway, they would not hurt him.But now Song Yao doesn't think so anymore, after the first two times of catching ghosts, he clearly knows that someone wants his life.

So this time, I am afraid that the comer is not good.

The cell phone is out of battery, and with the white light of the snow, he could see the way back or take a taxi, but now the brightness has dropped a lot, and Song Yao can only roughly see the surrounding things clearly.

The big screen is above the middle of the road, and the buildings that should have been in front of it have disappeared, replaced by a vast wilderness, and everything around is quietly changing, but Song Yao still stands in place without moving.

He wanted to see who wanted his life, and where did he offend this person!

The advertisements on the big screen were played over and over again. That handsome and possibly wealthy man made Song Yao feel visual fatigue. He thought he looked familiar at first, but after watching too much, he felt that he no longer knew this person, let alone the original I don't know.

In such a situation, Song Yao instinctively told him that his own resistance was useless, and that everything he did was useless. In the eyes of the layout people, he was a stupid, ignorant and weak creature. When you are sad, afraid to go out, and try your best to get out and you are almost desperate, the layout is the happiest.

Obviously, the calm Song Yao did not make the layout person happy.

Song Yao only turned around in a circle, his eyes probably scanned every place he could see, but he looked around, but he didn't find anything.

He finally set his sights on the big screen.The advertisement on the screen was still repeated over and over again, Song Yao pursed his lips and looked at the man on the screen for a long time, his eyes of a different color flashed brightly, and he narrowed his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked abruptly, in this empty place, but his solemn face told others that he knew someone would answer.

Sure enough, the person who heard the words moved, the smile disappeared, and the advertisement on the screen finally stopped.

In ancient times, some people described a beautiful person as coming out of a painting, but now, this man with shining spots all over his body came out of the screen.

Fortunately, her hair was not disheveled, otherwise Song Yao would definitely think of Zhenzi.

"You are Song Yao?" The man walked up to Song Yao, and uttered a single syllable from his nostrils with a clearly audible voice, "Huh!"

Song Yao is like an animal being watched, being surrounded by strange men, and then receiving such comments: "You look average, and your fate is not good. I heard that you are married?"

Does it have anything to do with whether he is married or not?

"What do you want to do?" Song Yao doesn't care about other things, he just wants to know what this person is here for, don't chat if you have nothing to do, he is not free!

"It doesn't matter if you are married. I will get what I want. I also heard that you are very poor now. It doesn't matter. I will give you a sum of money. You leave Chuhui, or leave this city, and let him find you." Not to you." The man commanded Song Yao from above, but what Song Yao didn't like the most was this set of transactions between true love and money. Seeing that the two were about to lose their souls, Song Yao still insisted on his sympathy. Heart.

"I won't leave him unless he dies." Song Yao flatly rejected the man's request, just like casual words, but there was also a firm and decisive flavor coming out of his mouth.

The man paused, raised his head and thought about why it was "he died", shouldn't it be you who died?

But that's not the point, the point is that the two should be separated.

"Humans and ghosts have different paths, you two will not have good results together." The man started a theoretical lecture, and he was a bit like someone.

"We are two men, what are we going to do?" Song Yao put his mobile phone into his pocket, stood motionless, and did not flinch from the approaching stranger who was full of pressure.

It is understood that Song Yao is not talkative?Why is it so normal to talk to him?

For some unfriendly people, Song Yao has never been stingy with swearing, and this is all thanks to someone who gave him this characteristic when he was a child.

"Oh, that's good, you can speak well, no wonder you can get together with Chu Hui, but I gave you a chance, you don't cherish it." The man waved his hand lightly, and the big screen disappeared, and a picture appeared around him. A kind of dead silence, the kind of quiet in the middle of a large cemetery.

Song Yao only felt that this person's words didn't match his words. He didn't know if it was because of his brain problem or because he didn't read well. He was afraid that the language was taught by a foreign teacher.

It feels right, it is indeed a large cemetery, but the cemetery is now called the cemetery, and he has returned to that remote corner that is inaccessible. The photo on the tombstone has fallen to the bottom of the tombstone, with the back facing up.

The man changed the scene here and let Song Yao see this scene. He thought that Song Yao would be sad and afraid that his mother would be hurt, but Song Yao in the man's eyes picked up the photo and turned it over to see that the original beautiful face changed. Turning into an ugly ghost, he didn't show the slightest panic, he just put it away and put it in his pocket.

This person is already a dead person, even if she is still in the underworld, it is not that this man can do whatever he wants. I heard from Chang Kuangao that the management of the underworld is not bad now.

But the dead are like this, and the living are sad. The man sees that this dead woman has no effect on him, so he might as well use a living person.

Time seemed to go back, Song Yao saw himself coming out of the cemetery, saw him saying goodbye to the old man, saw the old man looking at his back until he disappeared, saw the light go out and the door lock, saw the old man staggering and precarious, and finally, really fell. up.

Song Yao's feet finally moved. He seemed to want to run over, but stopped again. There are two of them here, so he was destined not to meet the old man at this moment.

"He's just an old man." Song Yao's tone also changed unknowingly, he was worried, he was guilty of hurting others because of himself.

But the man just laughed and said, "Yeah, he's just an old guy. He's going to die sooner or later. It's good to let him go to accompany his son earlier."

"Why don't you go to accompany Chu Hui earlier!" Song Yao gritted his teeth, raised his fist and greeted the man, but the man seemed to have expected it, and Song Yao missed.

"There is a ghost next to him, and he can only live for four nights. You seriously consider my original words, and remember to come to me after you think about it. As long as you look at my portrait and think that you want to see me." The man said, That palpitating smile appeared on the thin lips again.

"good night!"

The author has something to say:

Jinjiang writing a timing system is really annoying!If the update is late, it is a regular fault, hum!