Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

People living in Fengshui Street are very superstitious, and Jing Luo's grandfather is one of them.

Every July and a half, Fengshui Street will be immersed in smog. Grandma will hold a ceremony when her hands and feet are agile, and then distribute a box of powder to each household in Fengshui Street. It is said that mixing it with water can ward off evil spirits ghost.

Every time Jing Luo looked like he didn't care much, but at night, he would secretly scoop a spoonful of ash from the box and pour it into the bathtub.

Jing Luo is not afraid of poverty or death, and the only word "ghost" hits his vital point, which is why he often hides from his grandmother, for fear of hearing some ghostly stories from her.

"Is there something uncomfortable?" The nurse pushed the door open shortly after the call bell was pressed.

Jing Luo seldom stuttered: "I, I want to be discharged from the hospital."

"Discharged?" The nurse thought she had heard it wrong, "You just finished the operation last night, and you have to observe for a few days before you can be ready."

Jing Luo: "No, I'm leaving the hospital now."

Song Yi was handling the discharge procedures, and Jing Luo was only responsible for signing the waiver from the hospital.

When I left the ward, I heard the nurse's muttering, which was clearly read to him: "It hit so hard, I can't find out now, maybe there will be an emergency later, and I have to leave the hospital in such a hurry. What is more important than life?"

Jing Luo thanked the nurse sister in his heart, then looked down at his hands, which were a little fairer than usual, and smiled wryly.

He should be... There is no other way.

The low mood didn't last long.

He followed Song Yi, digesting what happened to him while walking, but the person in front stopped suddenly, and Jing Luo bumped into his back unexpectedly.

Before he could react, he heard a sharp voice: "Master Song?"

Jing Luo followed the prestige and saw the source of the sound, his whole body trembled in fright, and he quickly looked away.

Not far away, a woman in white clothes was holding a wooden pillar in her hand, her face was pale, her lips were bright red, and she was greeting Song Yi with a smile.

It wasn't her who frightened Jing Luo, but the ghost beside her.

The ghost beside her is a male ghost, his head is bleeding, his facial features are deformed, and his head is crooked!

Song Yi: "If I hadn't stopped that car, you would be almost like him now."

Hearing these words, the woman in white finally found Jing Luo behind Song Yi, she put down the white rope in surprise, and ran to Jing Luo: "Could it be..."

"Well," Song Yi said in an easy-going tone, "my ghost teacher."

"Oh, hello, hello, my name is Bai Wuchang." Bai Wuchang made a gesture to go up and give Jing Luo a big hug.

Song Yi moved his feet and stood in front of Jing Luo: "Hurry up and take the ghost back to the business, don't waste each other's time."

Bai Wuchang resentfully withdrew his movement, spread his palms, and the white rope automatically returned to her hand, she pouted and said, "Okay, Master Song, come to my place for tea when you have time."

Song Yi smiled gently: "Definitely not going."

After Bai Wuchang left, Jing Luo's legs were still weak.

Song Yi walked for a while, but found that the people behind had not followed, and turned around in doubt: "What's wrong."

Jing Luo took a few deep breaths of emptiness, supported the wall, and followed in small steps.

Follow Song Yi all the way to the bus station at the main entrance of the hospital.

Song Yi put his hands in his pockets and was dressed in a suit, which was out of place at the bus station.

"What did you see on that ghost just now?"

Unexpectedly, the other party would ask such a question, Jing Luo replied casually: "I didn't see anything." He didn't dare to look at it at all.

"Impossible." Song Yi turned to look at him.

Jing Luo: "Is it very important?"

"Very important."

So Jing Luo could only wrinkle his face and think about it, and after a long time he said in a muffled voice: "...It's scary."

Song Yi didn't understand until now, remembering Jing Luo's expression just now, he couldn't help laughing: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Jing Luo gritted his teeth and didn't respond.

Song Yi stopped teasing him, and smiled back: "What's around that ghost, have you looked carefully?"

Jing Luo frowned tightly, remained silent for a long time, and said uncertainly: "It seems that there is some black mist around him?"

Song Yi was obviously satisfied with the answer, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly: "Look back."

Jing Luo turned around as he said, and was immediately stunned.

Behind him was a large building, surrounded by wisps of gray smoke, like the scene of a sci-fi movie.

"What is this..." Jing Luo widened his eyes.

"It's ghost energy," Song Yi said, "there are too many souls in the hospital, and most of them can pass away. A small number of souls full of resentment, anger, and confusion about their own deaths will stay in the world. The more hostility or quantity, the darker the color will be."

Jing Luo: "But hasn't the ghost been captured by Bai Wuchang?"

"I can't catch all the ghosts in the hospital. It's not night yet," Song Yi sneered. "The hospital not only has ghosts, but also anger. When the two are mixed, the color will fade."

"Why don't you catch them and leave them to harm the world?" Jing Luo frowned.

"Not all ghosts can harm people. Ghosts that can harm people don't hide in places like hospitals." After Song Yi finished speaking, he suddenly reached out to pat him on the head, "The car is here."

Jing Luo narrowed his eyes and said goodbye: "Well, goodbye."

Just as he was about to get in the car, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by the person behind him: "Aren't you taking me back?"

"We'll get in touch again if we're destined." Jing Luo got into the car without looking back.

Did they just know each other, if they brought a ghost home, would he still sleep?

Song Yi looked at the buttocks of the bus, with a smile on his lips, he raised his legs after a while, and walked slowly towards Fengshui Street.

**

It was still afternoon, and the shops on Fengshui Street were all open for business.

Yesterday he promised his grandma not to go out, Jing Luo was a little guilty at this time, the scarf was so high that he almost covered his nose, but Lin Bo was notoriously sharp-eyed, so he spotted him before he walked a few steps.

Lin Bo: "Little Luo? Are you dressed like this, have you just come back from outside?"

Jing Luo nodded, just about to ask Lin Bo to keep him secret.

"Get out of the way!" An old voice sounded from behind Lin Bo, Lin Bo subconsciously moved away, Jing Luo was covered in ashes before he could react.

Grandma saw the ash on Jing Luo's body slipping down like quicksand, her expression became even uglier, and she didn't speak for a long time.

Jing Luo didn't say anything, because he saw the white light shining beside Grandma.

"Grandma, what's the matter?" Lin Bo looked at them carefully.

Grandma was silent for a long time: "Forget it!" She waved her hands vigorously, and turned her head while muttering, "I told you not to go out, you have to go out, and you will make people look like ghosts, I don't care about you."

Jing Luo came to understand—Grandma really understood something, remembering the old man's advice yesterday, Jing Luo's nose was a little sore, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

Back home, Jing Luo took off his coat, turned around and walked into the kitchen, ready to take out the leftover dishes and throw them away, they were not fresh and could not be eaten.

Too lazy to put on another coat, he curled up and went out, threw away all the trash and trotted home.

A chill followed behind him and got into the room.

After closing the door, Jing Luo first went to the bathroom and put hot water on it.

He touched it with his fingers, and he could feel the heat. He didn't bother to care about the principle of this broken physique. It's always good to be able to feel the warmth and coldness. The water splashed into the bathtub. Jing Luo took off his clothes and lay down in the bathtub. inside.

He closed his eyes and put his head on the edge of the bathtub, enjoying the comfort brought by the hot water, digesting today's events in his mind, and fell asleep without knowing it.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he was eating, and Song Yi stood behind him, staring at the calendar on the wall with his hands folded around his waist.

As soon as the camera turned, he was taking a hard photo. Song Yi sat in front of the computer and watched the staff pick out pictures.

This scene turned again, he was lying in the bathtub, his left hand was hanging leisurely on the side of the bathtub, Song Yi watched with great interest.

Jing Luo was startled awake.

...how could you dream of these things?

He sighed, he didn't know whether it was a long time or something, the water was already a bit cold, he raised his head and was about to get up.

Then froze instantly.

——The water in the bathtub turned blood red!

What is even more frightening is that there is a woman next to the bathtub. She is surrounded by black mist and has long hair hanging loose. What a delicious taste.

As if sensing her gaze, the woman suddenly raised her head, revealing two bloody holes.

"Are you awake?" the female ghost smiled, her white teeth were covered with blood-red bath water, she wiped the corners of her mouth, "It's a pity, I still want to drink a few more mouthfuls of soup."

Jing Luo's scalp was numb, and he was surrounded by layers of fear, his voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't shout out: "..."

The bathwater is soup, so what the fuck is that? !

Soon, Jing Luo knew what she was, because the female ghost stepped into the bathtub, showing her black and yellow pointed nails at him.

"Be quiet, I don't like to eat minced meat."

After finishing speaking, the woman put her five fingers together and was about to stab his neck——

Jing Luo resigned to his fate and closed his eyes.

It's really fucking unlucky, I was hit by a car yesterday, and I'm going to be eaten by a ghost today.

In just five minutes, Jing Luo swears twice in his heart.

"Ahhhh-"

Thanks to the echo of the bathroom, the piercing screams spread across half of Fengshui Street.

Jing Luo thought, if you eat him, you can eat him, and there will be a period before starting?

His facial features were tightly wrinkled, and after waiting for a long time, he did not receive the expected pain.

"What are you doing with your eyes closed?"

A familiar voice sounded, and there was still a hint of teasing in the words.

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously opened his eyes——

Song Yi was standing by the bathtub, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, one hand was pinching the female ghost's neck, and the other hand... were a few long nails.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," bloody tears flowed from the female ghost's eyes.

Song Yi: "I am indeed not human."

"...Let me tell you, this man is a ghost teacher," the female ghost said, "You let me go, and I will let you eat, but I have to keep his eyeballs."

Song Yi's hands felt a little heavier again.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't want it anymore, I'll give it all to you, I'll give it all to you."

Song Yi threw away his nails, shook his hands twice in disgust, and calmly took out his phone from his pocket.

"Heiwuchang? Come to No. 18, Fengshui Street, City X, and catch a ghost."

Within 2 minutes, a woman in a black robe knocked on the bathroom window.

The female ghost was quickly taken away. Song Yi closed the window and patted the front of his suit, looking very elite.

Then he turned around, looked at the person in the bathtub, and said with a smile, "I forgot to tell you that in the eyes of ghosts, ghost masters are equivalent to Tang monk meat. One of your fingers can add more than ten years of cultivation to them." .”

Jing Luo, who was completely dumbfounded: "..."