The daily life of ghosts and ghosts

Lin Huan had a weird dream.

In the dream, he returned to the bedroom in the old Lin family house, but his perspective was floating in the air.

Father and mother sat on the edge of the bed blankly, and mother's eyes were red, as if she had cried.

And lying on the bed was Lin Huan himself who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old.

On the bed, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he looked silent.

Grandpa Lin was sitting in the distance with a cane, and an unknown person in a black robe stood in the corner of the room.

There are three black incense burners at the door of the room, and the green smoke rises with it, and the smoke blows into the bedroom, making the whole room look foggy and blurred.

Mother Lin asked, "How long will we have to wait?"

The man in the black robe replied: "After seven days."

Mother Lin: "This is different from what we agreed before."

The black-robed man glanced at Grandpa Lin, and replied, "If your family hadn't insisted on him being the god of the house, and had to use one tool for two purposes, it wouldn't be what it is now."

"Okay," Grandpa Lin said, with the majesty and warning of a superior in his tone. "Daughter-in-law, since Mr. Bai said it's fine, it must be fine, don't worry."

Mother Lin moved her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Father Lin sighed, and stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for Xiao Lin Huan on the bed.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Lin Huan was floating in mid-air, inexplicably agitated.

He couldn't help floating around the room, and when he was near the ceiling, he heard a few sharp scratching sounds.

rustling.

There seemed to be some kind of sticky water sound.

The voice was neither loud nor small. In such a quiet room, everyone should have heard it.

But none of them showed any special expressions, only Mother Lin spoke again.

Mother Lin said, "Xiao Huan will definitely hate me to death."

In Lin Huan's memory, the intimate title of 'Xiao Huan' has never appeared in his mother's mouth.

Lin Huan's mother has been in poor health and has been lying in the room on the second floor all year round, looking very tired at any time.

Probably because of poor health and no energy left to care about the child, Mother Lin's attitude towards Lin Huan has always been lukewarm. Occasionally, her concern for Lin Huan is out of whim, or other people feel that you treat her like a child. The son has no feelings' gossip.

Throughout the year, Lin Huan probably only heard Lin's mother call him "Ah Huan" three times, and as long as he turned his head away, Lin's mother would still call him Lin Huan in front of others.

The strange ones are not like mother and child.

So at this moment, Lin's mother called Lin Huan "Xiao Huan" in front of others, Lin Huan couldn't help feeling a little strange.

Before he could think clearly, Grandpa Lin, who was sitting in the distance, tightened his grip on the walking stick, his already stern face revealed a bit of frightening cruelty: "He..."

……

"Buzzing..." The mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated and hit the cabinet with an earthquake-like sound, pulling people out of the weird dream.

Lin Huan tore open his eyelids with difficulty, and saw the sunlight passing through the hotel curtains, making the room dim.

A slightly pale arm crossed him and turned off the vibrating cell phone alarm.

"Uncle..." Lin Huan heard his voice hoarse and his stomach ached from hunger, as if he had slept for a long time, he asked, "What time is it?"

Bai Rong turned on the phone screen again, and it showed 11:00 in the morning.

He fell asleep until noon.

No wonder you are hungry and thirsty.

Lin Huan yawned: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Seeing that you've been so preoccupied recently, you managed to sleep a little longer, and I can't bear to wake you up." Bo Rong put the phone back where it was, and rubbed Lin Huan's head with his hand. "Wake up and go to lunch."

"Okay." Lin Huan rubbed his eyes and got ready to get up. Recently, he was always thinking about the administration, and he really didn't have a good rest. He still felt tired even after sleeping until eleven o'clock today.

In the bathroom, Bai Rong had already squeezed the toothpaste for him, and the white paste was lying on the toothbrush, showing the man's care and consideration.

Through the mirror in the bathroom, one can see Bai Rong making the bed at the moment.

These days they have been staying in the hotel, and it is inconvenient to call for cleaning because they have luggage. These days, the rooms are cleaned by Bo Rong.

The feeling of being cared for... is really good!

Lin Huan was in a good mood immediately, picked up the toothbrush and began to brush his teeth happily.

After Lin Huan packed up, the two went downstairs to look for food together.

The Tianshi group is very quiet, and it seems that today is another day when we cannot leave County A.

There was nothing Lin Huan could do about it, he could only comfort himself and wait a little longer, the administration would never let them go back because of an internal fight.

County A was as lively as ever, the two went to have lunch together, and held hands as they walked.

In a small town like County A, it's a big deal for two men to hold hands, not to mention how many people looked sideways along the way.

Lin Huan has always cared more about other people's opinions, but at this moment he suddenly doesn't care, as if a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

If people gossip behind their backs, gossip. Anyway, the Lin family has been talked about a lot before. At most, he comes back to this place every year when he worships his ancestors. Isn't he afraid of being gossiped by a group of irrelevant people?

"Ah Huan," the two walked to an alley, when Bo Rong suddenly called him.

Two tall willow trees were planted on both sides of the alley. It was already winter, and the leaves had all fallen off, leaving only empty branches.

Lin Huan stopped, turned to look at the man, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bo Rong looked down at him, and asked softly, "Do you like County A?"

"Huh?" Lin Huan looked at Bai Rong in a daze.

This alley is very short. The head of the alley is a main road with cars coming and going, and the end of the alley is the busiest pedestrian street in County A. This one is like a miniature microcosm of County A.

Listening to the familiar cries, Lin Huan seemed to have guessed what Bo Rong was thinking.

He asked carefully: "...Uncle, do you want to come back to live here?"

The so-called return of the soul to the hometown means that even those who die tragically will miss their hometown after death.

Bai Rong didn't live well in County A. Lin Huan didn't know if County A was Bai Rong's hometown, but Bai Rong lived here the longest, so Lin Huan guessed—Bo Rong probably still has something for this place. Emotional.

"Hmm..." Bo Rong thought for a while, smiled at him, and said, "Probably."

"I don't like this place very much, because..." Lin Huan didn't go on. There are too many reasons for not liking this place. Maybe it's because County A is still too backward, or maybe it's the things about the Lin family.

However, he pinched the man's palm and said, "If my uncle likes this place and wants to come back to live here, then let's come back."

"...Mmm." The man's eyes were deep black, making it difficult for people to see clearly the emotions hidden behind them.

Lin Huan thought that the man didn't believe his words, so he continued: "The Administration has a station here, and when the matter is over, we can try to apply for a transfer order..."

Before Lin Huan could finish his words, Bai Rong kissed him.

They had kissed too many times, but this was the first time they kissed in a place where someone could walk by at any time.

Especially in County A.

The place where the two grew up.

Kissing in this place seems to have a special feeling.

Lin Huan was so nervous that he tightly clenched the man's skirt, his face and ears were as red as if they were on fire.

After the kiss was over, Lin Huan gasped a little.

The man's palm landed on the back of Lin Huan's neck for some reason, and he was pinching it gently like pinching a pet.

Lin Huan had a strange feeling.

He feels very comfortable.

Like a cat whose chin has been scratched, its toes are curled up in comfort.

"Stay with me forever." Bai Rong said hoarsely, "Stay with me forever."

……

Time passed like that.

There has been no news from the administration for a long time. The celestial masters who stayed in County A have organized mahjong, poker and other entertainment for their own entertainment. Some people even made friends in County A. Lin Huan's life is also in a trance , eat, drink and have fun every day, go home at night and get bored with Bo Rong, and do shameful things if you want.

Such an ordinary and sweet life even gave him the illusion that he and Bai Rong lived in County A for several years.

A few more days passed by.

The group of celestial masters exploded.

Finally, the administration came to inform that they would send someone to pick them up in three days, after which work and life continued as usual.

This meant they were released from house arrest, which was a huge relief.

Lin Huan breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little reluctant to pack up and go back.

Three days later, everyone packed up their things and arrived at the designated place.

This place is a suburb far away from County A.

There is a bus with a picture of a cute little ghost parked in the suburbs, and that is the car that comes to pick them up.

But what is surprising is that it was not the human staff in the past who came to pick them up, but two ghosts and three demons.

Not a single human celestial master.

The leading old master frowned.

Others also noticed something strange.

Although humans, ghosts, and demons work together in the management bureau, it is rare for many things to happen without human staff.

The two ghost workers, a man and a woman, lowered their heads reflexively when they saw Bo Rong, looking both fearful and respectful.

The fear of the strong is the instinct of ghosts.

Although in the administration, Bo Rong's position is the lowest clerk, but in the world of ghosts, Bo Rong must be the one not to be trifled with.

They couldn't help but instinctively feel fear and respect for Bo Rong.

The old heavenly master glanced at the two ghosts contemptuously, and sat in the bus.

Some people looked at Bo Rong thoughtfully, some got into the car without noticing anything and went to sleep, some didn't take it seriously when they saw it, and happily shared the joy of returning home with their families.

Lin Huan and Bo Rong were the first to enter, and they sat at the back.

The staff was counting the number of people and packing the luggage. Lin Huan couldn't help rubbing his eyes while sitting in his seat. After such a short while, he felt sleepy again.

"Uncle..."

Bo Rong seemed to know that he was sleepy, before he finished speaking, he pressed his head on his shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."

"Um……"

After speaking for only a few seconds, Lin Huan just fell asleep.

After the staff counted the luggage and the number of people, they cast a questioning look at Bo Rong.

Bo Rong smoothed his little nephew's hair, and gave instructions: "Let's go."

As soon as these words came out, the other people who were still awake in the car were terrified, terrified, thinking about everything, and not knowing why.

In this way, everyone thoughtfully followed the car and embarked on the return journey.

205 shifts

Humans, ghosts, and demons all have subtle checks and balances in the world. In the Ghost Management Bureau, humans and ghosts work together in harmony on the surface, but inside they still maintain certain boundaries. The really important positions are filled by people, because ghosts You can hurt people at will, but not all people can hurt ghosts.

If a ghost is qualified for the leadership position, it must be confirmed that the ghost will not hurt people and can be controlled.

As for Bai Rong, his own strength is too strong, which is an uncontrollable factor, so he has never gained the trust of the higher authorities since he entered the management office.

But this time, the car that came to pick them up and see them off, not to mention the use of ghosts to pick up and drop off people, and Bo Rong as the one who gave orders, gave off a strange aura no matter how you think about it.

With the most powerful ghost as the leader, there is no need to consider whether it is safe or not, and there is no need to consider whether it is suitable for this position. This logic is simply the survival rule of the ghost world.

Everyone is not sure whether the upper management of the administration has changed.

The group of people in the car had different thoughts, but Lin Huan didn't know it, and slept on Bai Rong's shoulder until the destination.

Arriving at the Ghost Management Bureau, the group got out of the car.

Bo Rong led Lin Huan to the front, the ghosts and demons who were responsible for transporting them were behind, followed by other celestial masters who were trapped in County A.

As dull as Lin Huan, he also found something wrong with it.

He looked sideways at Bo Rong several times, but he didn't ask because there were too many people around.

Going to the management office, it is not difficult to find that the positions that normally belong to humans in the lobby have been replaced by ghosts. At first glance, I thought it was the headquarters of ghosts.

"Welcome back." The front desk in the lobby was replaced by a beautiful female ghost, her face was crowded together when she saw Bo Rong smiling, and her tone was so sweet.

Without squinting, Bai Rong took Lin Huan to the elevator, while the other celestial masters were stopped by uniformed staff.

Lin Huan was a little puzzled: "Aren't we going to the same place?"

"No." Bai Rong didn't change his face, "I have something to ask you from above, let's go upstairs first."

Lin Huan frowned, even though he was as slow as he could have noticed something was wrong.

But there is a camera in the elevator, and a bug. It is obviously not a good place to ask questions.

He endured the doubts in his heart and followed Bo Rong upstairs.

Authority top.

The door of the office that originally belonged to Director Fang was wide open, and there was no one in it.

On the opposite side, there was an open office with a black door made of locust wood. Two tiger demons stood guard on both sides of the door, while Black Eagle in a black suit sat behind the desk.

Bo Rong greeted the tiger demon and entered the office without hindrance.

"Here we come." Hei Ying stood up and greeted the two of them with his usual serious expression.

Lin Huan felt an indescribable weirdness.

Black Eagle looked the same as usual, but when he looked closely, he felt that the momentum was clearly different.

For example, there is a gold thread inlaid on the edge of the black suit, for example, the golden medal on the cuff...

If I remember correctly, that medal seems to be the same as the one on Fang Ju's clothes?

As if seeing Lin Huan's doubts, Hei Ying explained: "There is something wrong with Fang Ju, and I will act as his position temporarily."

The director's affairs are also delegated casually?

What's more...the office on the opposite side was empty, and it was clearly a scene of people taking a cup of tea.

"Oh..." Lin Huan responded with a look of disbelief.

Black Eagle didn't pay much attention to him, but turned to Bo Rong.

"Has everyone returned?"

"Well, they're all back."

"Where's Lin Huan?" Hei Ying nodded, and turned to Lin Huan, "County A is very cloudy, are you in good health?"

"……pretty good."

"Hmm." Hei Ying took out a bottle of black granular pills from the drawer and pushed it in front of Lin Huan. "One pill a week, eat on time."

"……This is?"

"Your lifespan..." Black Eagle didn't say the rest, but everyone understood, "This thing is good for the body, it's better than nothing."

"...Okay." Lin Huan looked at the medicine on the table, then looked around at Bo Rong and Hei Ying, and couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart. "Why did you give me this? And... why did you suddenly... reuse my uncle?"

"Bo Rong will tell you." Black Eagle remained expressionless, "If it's all right, you can go out now."

Since Black Eagle issued the order to evict the guest, the two of them naturally had no reason to stay any longer.

After leaving the door, without waiting for Lin Huan to ask questions, Bo Rong took the initiative to explain the ins and outs.

The Fang family has made countless enemies in the management bureau, and the position of Chief Fang has naturally been coveted by everyone, including Black Eagle.

Alternation of political power is normal in the world.

It was nothing more than Black Eagle sending Fang Yizhe to prison in the name of Fang Yizhe's mistakes in order to get that position, and this spread out the inappropriateness of Director Fang in the early years. He was arrested in name, and Black Eagle replaced him.

If something happened to Director Fang, Black Hawk would continue to work in the Authority as an agent.

After a long time, people gradually got used to the "acting chief" of Black Eagle, and his rectification came naturally.

"You mean that Black Eagle single-handedly contributed to the current situation of Teacher Fang and Fang Ju, just to get the top position in the administration?" After hearing these remarks, Lin Huan looked at Bai Rong in disbelief: "... ...But isn't Teacher Fang the owner of Black Eagle? They still have such a good relationship."

"Humans and demons, who can tell." The two walked to the gate, and Bai Rong stretched out his hand to straighten the scarf around Lin Huan's neck, "Dogs that have been raised for more than ten years will bite their masters, let alone those with complicated thoughts." monster."

"... Was Teacher Fang framed?"

"do not know."

"What about you...?" Lin Huan pursed his lips, "To what extent have you... participated?"

"I'm only in charge of dealing with the aftermath. I'm responsible for calming your emotions and preventing riots." Bo Rong turned his head and looked at Lin Huan. "Besides, monsters are like ghosts. What they care most about is their strength. A ghost like me, It is bound to be won over by the Black Hawk."

Lin Huan stood there without moving.

He asked, "Then...why didn't you tell me?"

"I also received the notice suddenly." Bo Rong's gaze remained fixed, and he still met Lin Huan's eyes, "One option is that I cooperate with Black Eagle to calm your emotions and prevent turmoil. He will continue for me. The medicine for your life, one is that if I tell you the truth, I can protect you from death, but when others know the truth, there will be riots and they will all die."

Bo Rong asked him: "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Lin Huan froze for a moment, did not answer this question, but said.

"I want to save Teacher Fang, he shouldn't be sentenced to such a severe sentence... Even if he wants that position, there is no need..."

"You can't save him." Bo Rong pressed his hand, his eyes didn't move for a moment. "The court's judgment has already come down, and there is no possibility of changing it. What's more, the rights are like this. Doesn't the Fang family have unjust debts in their hands?"

"..." Lin Huan didn't answer.

"Go home." Bo Rong rubbed his head, and kissed his forehead, "Just sleep and you'll be fine."

……

The days went on like this, and the other celestial masters did not know what explanation they got. Although Fang Yizhe was dissatisfied with the verdict, they still chose a rational method to continue appealing.

Of course, the court date is postponed again and again.

Bo Rong was promoted to the office, and he was mysterious all day long. Lin Huan inquired about the job content twice, but Bo Rong only said it was an internal secret, so Lin Huan couldn't ask anymore.

Heiying, the acting chief, also continued to work. Everyone knew that he was the Shikigami of the Fang family, so they trusted him a lot.

Only a small group of people found that many key positions around them had been replaced.

The alternation of old and new is coming.

Lin Huan felt better after taking the medicine, but he was not willing to take it.

He always had the illusion that he was using Fang Yizhe's life for medicine.

However, Bo Rong always has ten thousand ways to make him eat on time.

As time passed day by day, Lin Huan was standing in the lobby waiting for Bo Rong to get off work as usual, but when he looked up, he saw the familiar gray old wooden figure.

His forehead twitched, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

This wooden figure was the one given to him by Bo Rong, and was later buried by Da Huang in the Lin family in County A.

Why is it here?

"Long time no see." A familiar male voice sounded.

Lin Huan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gu Wenyu standing in the snow with a familiar smile.

However, Gu Wenyu's outline is very light, as if it will fall apart when touched.

Lin Huan pursed his lips.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course it's because of you." Gu Wenyu smiled, "You sent my body to my hometown, where I absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, and now it's barely formed."

"...Obviously the administration has detected that you have lost your soul." Lin Huan said, "It is impossible for a ghost who has lost its soul to be reunited by relying on its own body."

"Yes." Gu Wenyu leaned on the bench and swayed her legs, the black tear mole at the corner of her eye looked particularly breathtaking under the winter sun. "For ghosts... it's like this."

"……What's the meaning?"

"You." Gu Wenyu tilted his head, looking at Lin Huan with a pair of bright black eyes and a smile. "Are you so sure... Are Bo Rong a ghost?"

206 array

"..." Gu Wenyu's words stunned Lin Huan. Bo Rong is not a ghost, so could it be that he is still a human?

Before Lin Huan could ask, Gu Wenyu disappeared into the air.

The elevator opened the door with a "ding dong", and Bai Rong stepped out of the elevator. Seeing Lin Huan in a daze, the man asked, "What's wrong?"

"...it's okay." Lin Huan came back to his senses, and stretched out his hand to Bo Rong. "Let's go, go home."

"En." Bo Rong nodded, stepped forward to hold Lin Huan's hand, and the two walked out together.

On the way home this time, the two of them had their own concerns and were extremely silent.

Back home, Bo Rong made a rare dinner.

Four dishes and one soup, standard and delicious.

Lin Huan took a spoonful of crab soup into his mouth, and the mellow aroma spread between his lips and teeth, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Bo Rong rubbed his head, with a smile on his face.

After a quiet meal, Lin Huan carefully looked at Bai Rong while nibbling on the crab legs.

"Uncle..."

"Ahuan..."

The two spoke at the same time, Lin Huan paused, and immediately said: "You speak first."

"Accompany me to a place tomorrow." It was a commanding tone.

Lin Huan was taken aback. "Where are you going?"

"County A."

Isn't County A his hometown? They just came back from there, so why do they want to go back again?

Seemingly aware of Lin Huan's question, Bo Rong replied, "Going on a business trip, it's a matter of business."

"it is good……"

……

Early the next morning, Lin Huan and Bo Rong showed up at the Administration Square on time.

The administration provided them with a car, and they were accompanied by four ghosts who didn't seem to have strong spiritual power. Before departure, Black Eagle came downstairs to see them off.

It looks like it's really business.

Lin Huan blinked his sour eyes. He didn't take any medicine today, so he was not in good spirits.

"Go to sleep." Bai Rong sat in the driver's seat, leaned over and fastened Lin Huan's seat belt. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Uncle is driving, if someone else sees it..." Lin Huan couldn't help yawning: "...won't it be on the headlines of the newspaper?"

"No, go to sleep."

Before the man finished speaking, Lin Huan had already lowered his head and fell asleep.

……

When Lin Huan woke up again, it was already pitch black outside the window, and the time in the car showed 03:03, which turned out to be midnight.

Lin Huan wondered, does it take so long from city A to county A?

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the door and got out of the car.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

This place is indeed County A, but this place...is clearly the cemetery of County A.

That is the cemetery they were trapped in last time. This cemetery is actually a magic circle made up of tens of thousands of corpses. After the last incident, it was sealed off by the administration.

How...they are here?

Lin Huan raised his eyes and saw the guardians standing in the distance, in groups of two or three, talking about something.

Bo Rong stood in the middle of the cemetery, carrying a pitch-black wooden box in his hand, and in front of him was a long table made of white bones.

"Uncle?" Lin Huan walked to the center suspiciously.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the cemetery seemed to be much higher than before they came. Lin Huan raised his eyes and saw the desolate old Lin family house in the distance.

The original cemetery was thousands of miles away from the Lin family, and the terrain itself was not very high, so logically speaking, the Lin family could not be seen.

"Are you awake?" Bo Rong asked him, then put the wooden box in his hand on the bone table, and said to the four little ghosts who followed them. "let's start."

"Yes." These ghosts seemed to have lost their consciousness, and spread out in all directions with a dull expression.

Lin Huan became more and more confused: "Why is this?"

Bo Rong raised his chin towards the bone table, "Lie down."

"..." Lin Huan was at a loss, "Me?"

"Ah."

Lin Huan looked at the man for two seconds.

Bo Rong still had his usual indifferent look, and his jade-like pupils showed no emotion.

He looked again at the long table made of white bones.

The long table is located in the center of the venue, more like a table for offering sacrifices than a long table.

On the table is still the pitch-black wooden box that Bo Rong held in his hand before, with familiar patterns and familiar golden locks...

"Uncle..." Lin Huan looked up at Bo Rong in a daze, "Isn't this...your urn?"

"It's for practice." Bo Rong explained, and then said in a firm tone: "Lie down."

It was rare for Lin Huan to see such a tough look on a man, so he asked again: "What are you going to do..."

"I'll say it for the last time, lie down." This time, Bai Rong's tone was particularly tough.

Lin Huan was stunned by the yelling, and finally lay down on the bed made of white bones.

As soon as he lay down on it, he felt a bone-piercing chill, as if countless hands stretched out from his white bones and grabbed his body, trying to drag him down.

Lin Huan frowned, resting his five fingers on the bones, trembling uncontrollably.

If Lin Huan could turn his head at this moment, he would definitely find that the celestial masters he saw before seemed to be talking together, but in fact they all looked dull, as if they had been pressed to freeze.

"Start." Bo Rong cast his eyes at the four little ghosts around him.

The four little ghosts dispersed, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the air. The man tapped his toes, and instantly rose into the air.

The dark wind blew the man's black clothes flying, and the sound of crying and howling ghosts suddenly sounded, and a dark red long knife appeared in the man's hand.

The dark wind blows away the dust on the ground, only to see round dark red characters appearing at the feet of the seemingly scattered celestial masters, Tiangan, Dikun, Lei Zhen.

Done.

The man raised the long knife in his hand and swiped it in the air. Thick blood dripped from the end of the dark red long knife.

Lin Huan was lying on the white bone table, it was strange that he could see every hair on Bo Rong's face clearly.

He saw the man drooping his slender eye feathers, his black jade-like eyes cool and stable, he saw a drop of dark red blood falling from the end of the long knife, and with a 'click', it wetted his brow.

"All the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, listen to my order..."

Lin Huan felt that his body was falling, and he had difficulty breathing, so he could only open his mouth to ask for oxygen around him. His consciousness drifted to the old Lin family house thousands of miles away, where Rhubarb's body was weathered into a bone, dirty and dirty. Xi's wooden man was lying quietly in the pit, and there was a tooth-piercing sound from the small attic of his bedroom bed...

"Pfft—"

The sound of skin cracking passed through the bones and fell into the eardrums. Lin Huanxuan suddenly opened his eyes wide. He saw the dark red long knife piercing his chest sharply. The pain spread from the heart to the limbs. Bai Rong opened and closed his lips, his expression But very gentle.

"Don't be afraid."

Lin Huan felt that his body was lighter.

He saw himself leaving his body and slowly floating upwards. At the same time, another soul with a very light color came out of his body.

Bo Rong grabbed his arm with one hand to prevent him from floating upwards, and swung the long knife with the other, a chain of blood fell from the long knife, locking the shallow soul firmly.

Lin Huan turned his head to look in a daze, and who was that faint soul, if not Bo Rong?

207 He Shed All the Tears in His Life

How could Bo Rong's soul be in his body?

Lin Huan only had time to be puzzled for a moment, because Bai Rong immediately grabbed his arm and pressed it against the flesh.

The physical body seemed to form a barrier, and Lin Huan's soul fell on it and was bounced back, and he couldn't get in.

Bai Rong squinted his eyes, flipped his fingers, and screamed more and more with the long knife in his hand. Several celestial masters standing in the direction of 'Lei Zhen' in the distance trembled all over their bodies, and something like steam came out of their heads.

The man pulled Lin Huan down again, but one hand stretched out, firmly blocking Lin Huan's shoulder.

Lin Huan raised his eyes and saw Gu Wenyu's delicate chin, and the black mole of tears looked even more gloomy in the night sky.

"Gu Wenyu." Bo Rong's face turned cold, his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Do you want to be out of your wits again?"

"I don't want to." Gu Wenyu bent his black eyes, but slowly leaned closer to Lin Huan's ear. "I just feel that it would be too happy to forget a certain little thing after it is used up..."

"Gu..." Before Bai Rong could finish his sentence, Lin Huan suddenly felt his head buzzing, and countless images immediately filled his mind.

He returned to the Lin family.

At that time, Grandpa Lin's hair was not yet gray, and the eldest grandma and the second grandma were still arguing every day.

Lin Huan's mother looked sickly, sitting in the attic on the second floor every day, looking at Lin Huan with lifeless eyes.

Lin Huan had a subtle feeling for his mother since he was a child.

Originally, like other children, he longed for his mother's love, but his mother didn't care about him, and always frowned when looking at him, as if very sad. Occasionally, Lin Huan had the illusion that his mother hoped that he didn't exist.

Therefore, Lin Huan loved and feared his mother at the same time.

One day, Lin Huan was squatting in the yard playing with Rhubarb.

During this period of time, he was not in good health, always sick, and usually sleepy.

Father Lin sat beside him, talking to Grandpa Lin in a low voice. "It's almost time, are you ready?"

"Yes." Grandpa Lin's eyes fell on Xiao Linhuan, "You can start anytime."

"That's good." Father Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

"That..." Grandpa Lin glanced at Mother Lin in the attic, "Take care of her."

Father Lin nodded.

That night, Lin Huan developed a high fever again.

He curled up in the quilt, and the servant brought him hot water.

No one gave him medicine, and no one came to see him.

It seems that everyone has tacitly agreed that taking medicine is useless, and because he is too sick, everyone is too lazy to come and see.

In a daze, Lin Huan heard Lin's father and Lin's mother arguing on the second floor.

"What's the point of his life like this?" Lin's mother seldom spoke so forcefully, as if she was suppressing her anger, "Ah Huan is originally a person who attaches great importance to emotions, so what's the point of his life like this? Besides, Bo Rong is going to be a guard." People of the house god, in case something goes wrong..."

"Then do you want him to die?" Father Lin asked. "I ask you, do you want him to die?"

"..." Mother Lin suddenly became hoarse.

"Love is not the whole of life." Father Lin said, "Look, haven't we lived like this until now?"

"..." The second floor was quiet.

Just when Lin Huan thought his mother would stop talking, Lin's mother's intermittent crying came from upstairs again. "I regret..."

Lin Huan blinked his sore eyes. He actually couldn't understand what his parents were saying, but he still wanted to listen. Unfortunately, he couldn't resist the sleepiness in the end and closed his eyes.

Lin Huan fell asleep this time and didn't wake up for a long time.

He realized that his soul had come out of his shell, but instead of going to heaven, he was just floating above his body.

There are invisible barriers around the bed, and he is trapped.

Lin Huan felt very anxious.

Ashes return to ashes, he should go where he should go when he dies, instead of being trapped in this square inch of land.

The first cock crow sounded from the sky, and the bedroom door was opened.

Grandpa Lin and a man in black robe walked into the room, and the man in black tried Lin Huan's breath with his fingers.

"arrive."

Grandpa Lin nodded, and four servants walked past the door carrying a stretcher.

A strong smell of blood rushed into Lin Huan's nose, and he felt even more restless.

The door of the bedroom was not closed, Lin Huan saw a red line on the tip of his little finger, and the red line extended to the person on the stretcher.

He raised his eyes, only to see that lying on the stretcher was a man with bloody flesh and no facial features—it was Bo Rong.

Bo Rong's whole body was horrific beyond words. Even if he died, it would be better than being half-dead and tortured now.

Lin Huan's body trembled violently, and he desperately slapped the covers around him, his immature voice resounded through the narrow bedroom: "Uncle!"

The person lying on the stretcher suddenly moved, and Bo Rong turned his head, as if he saw him.

At this time, Bai Rong had lost his eyes.

Those black jade-like pupils were pierced by two iron nails and turned into two bloody holes.

"Uncle!" Lin Huan cried out heartbreakingly, but no tears came from his eyes.

Ghosts have no tears.

"Uncle!" Lin Huan yelled desperately, patting the barrier beside the bed with both hands. If the ghost had a body, his hands would already be dripping with blood at this moment.

Bo Rong quickly disappeared in front of the door, and Lin Huan heard a sound from the ceiling above the bed.

There was the sound of something being opened, followed by the dull sound of the flesh falling.

The lid was closed again, and an incantation that Lin Huan could not understand came from upstairs.

The man in black walked to Lin Huan's bed again, closed his eyes and chanted an unknown incantation.

Grandpa Lin clasped his palms together, holding the prayer beads in his hand with his fingers.

Forest