save ghosts

"Your hand is too cold, don't take it out." Chu Hui held Song Yao's hand, his hand was warm, completely different from the coldness of his white skin.

Song Yao knew that his fate was full of yin, and he had been recruiting ghosts since he was a child, but all he saw were lonely and wild ghosts that were not scary, and they were not harmful, and sometimes they would come out to frighten people for fun. When he was a child, a fortune teller said He is only 26 years old.

He's 25 now, and he doesn't know if what the fortune teller said is true.

"I turned around this place, and I feel that it's very cloudy. There must be ghosts haunting the middle of the night. Don't be afraid, I'm here." Chu Hui said, but felt the coldness in his palm was pulled out, and Song Yao stretched out his hand , picked up my mobile phone, and connected to the hospital's wifi in line with the principle of saving data when I was outside, to see if I had any income today, and to update the article by the way.

Chu Hui sighed, his wife is too disobedient, how can this be possible, he is a majestic ghost king, he does not allow himself to be disobedient like this.

But now he, the ghost king, is just the former ghost king. Without the spirit of the ghost king, there is not much mana left, and he has to wait for the ghosts to come out and give him some food.

The ghost king fell into the trough of ghost life, he lowered his head and began to think about ghost life, regardless of Song Yao who asked for guilt.

He has forgotten when he came to the human world last time. At that time, people were still wearing sackcloth clothes, wars broke out frequently, the number of ghost mouths increased sharply, and the money used was not the same as it is now, but over the years he handed things over to Taking care of the Ten Palaces of Hades doesn't mean he doesn't care about anything, at least he still understands the things that are gradually changing.

As Song Yao said, he wants to live a better life and needs to be rich, but he only has Mingbi...

Song Yao took out the charger to charge the phone, the psychopath who was sitting next to him had already gone out, now he can type with peace of mind.

At eleven o'clock, the sky outside was already completely dark. The unclear lights in the ward made Song Yao feel a little cold. After turning off the lights, he was in the dark, only the soft light from his mobile phone was left. Song Yao felt good. .

Darkness is prone to terrible things, but darkness can also give him a sense of security.

The wind outside the window was howling, and the curtains in the ward completely covered the scene of swaying wildly outside and crazily breaking free from restraints. The appearance of identification is more blurred.

The mobile phone suddenly crashed, and then it became uncontrollable by the owner and turned into a mirror that can be seen clearly at night. Song Yao saw that his face became more and more blurred, the boundaries of various organs gradually disappeared, and he became a person without facial features. Afterwards, his face was like the land that had been dry for a long time, and it was broken into pieces, and maggots crawled out one by one from the densely packed cracks.

Song Yao, who had always been indifferent, couldn't help but panic when he saw such a scene. He raised his hand to touch his face, and when he touched it, his face fell down layer by layer like the crumbs of a thousand-layer cake, and his hand also fell down. In the same situation as his face, his body also started to itch. Song Yao threw away the phone in panic, lifted the quilt, and pulled up the corner of his clothes to see that his whole body was cracked, and more and more maggots crawled out. The bed is full, and the skin and flesh are almost gone to the bones.

Song Yao panicked and swept those disgusting things off the bed until he was left with only a pair of bones, then he couldn't sit still, fell off the bed, and fell apart.

It was very cold, Song Yao suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that it was a dream, and now he was lying on the cold floor.There was nothing around, only the mobile phone lying quietly on the bed glowing, the curtains were blown flying by the cold wind, Song Yao helped the bed to stand up, thinking of the dream just now, he didn't want to lie down.

Chu Hui didn't know where he went, and he didn't know where he could go. Song Yao felt that it would be best if he could leave consciously. After all, it was not easy to support one more person.

Song Yao just stood up, pulled off the quilt and shook it vigorously countless times. After confirming that there was nothing on it, he wrapped the quilt around his body and leaned on the chair beside the bed to sleep. Before the quilt was warmed up, he heard footsteps outside It might be a nurse coming to make rounds, Song Yao didn't pay much attention to it, and he was too sleepy at night, his eyelids were about to close completely, and the door was pushed open with a click.

When Song Yao heard the voice, he suddenly woke up. It was not someone else but Chu Hui.

Chu Hui entered the ward, and approached Song Yao silently. His white skin looked very scary at night, and he was completely different from him who was still a little friendly during the day.

Song Yao was too lazy to talk to him, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

The rustle of cloth on the floor, and then...

"Crack, click, click... cluck cluck..."

It sounds like the sound of planks falling on the ground, and it's more like the sound of friction between bones.Song Yao opened his eyes, and Chu Hui was gone, only the black robe on the ground and the skeleton in front of him remained.

???

The sound you just heard was the skeleton's footsteps and bone rubbing from the clothes?

The skeleton seemed to be looking at Song Yao, maybe thinking why this person yelled without fear when he saw him, tilted his head, and then... lost his mind.

Boom, boom, boom, Gulu, Gulu...

The brain is a good thing, but it's gone.The skeleton seemed to be looking for his own head, his feet didn't move, his body turned left and right, Song Yao suddenly lost his sleepiness, didn't understand what this guy was doing, and also suspected that the ghost king was just a skeleton?Maybe it wasn't Chu Hui at all.

Song Yao usually chooses the principle that more things are worse than less things, but when he saw such a stupid skeleton, he had the urge to want a dog to pick up a mouse. The skeleton stood in front of Song Yao for a long time without seeing his head. So I wanted to squat down and hug my thin self, when I felt the person in front of me move.

Song Yao helped the skeleton pick up the skull, and put it on him with the back of the head facing forward.

The skeleton was so grateful that he wanted to bow and thank him. Song Yao didn't want to pick his head back again, so he hurriedly said, "Let's go!" Otherwise, he would have to fall apart if he was not sure. This thing was stuck in front of him, so he couldn't sleep well.

The skeleton obediently stepped back and went out, without feeling whether his head was straightened.Song Yao got up and closed the door, the handle was cold, and Song Yao's hand was also cold.

Suddenly a white hand stretched out from the crack of the door and grabbed Song Yao's wrist.

Song Yao's heart felt cold for no reason, but he heard a very familiar voice.

"Why run away if you don't sleep well in the middle of the night." Chu Hui squeezed in through the crack of the door, covering Song Yao's hands in his own.And the latter stared at him for a long time, wondering why this stupid skeleton came back again?

After watching for a few minutes, Song Yao finally confirmed that it was really Chu Hui, "Can I ask the Ghost King not to walk around with disheveled hair in the middle of the night, it's scary."

For some reason, Song Yao's mood suddenly improved, and his words were longer than usual.

Chu Hui was stunned for a moment, then sent Song Yao back to the bed, and said tenderly to him, "I'll change it."

Song Yao, who still had lingering fears about the dream just now, fell asleep on the bed without feeling sick at all.

When he woke up the next day, he saw a man with medium-length black hair staring at him.

"Why is my hairstyle the same as mine?" What Song Yao thought about was not why Chu Hui's hair changed in just half the night, but why he had the same hairstyle as him, please don't insult this hairstyle!

Chu Hui stroked his hair, feeling very satisfied: "You said that if you don't let me wear long hair, I will make it short. This is the society you live in, don't you understand? It's called love head!"

Song Yao: ...

The author has something to say:

Ahhh, I forgot at nine o'clock, wow, at that time I was still outside burning sweet potatoes wow kaka.

Thanks to ersansansan for mine