【Yanlu】Ghost

The Taoist priest sank into a long and complicated dream.

The dream is also a long night that I can't wake up from.

The raindrops outside the window were pattering, hitting the tiles on the roof of the inn, and then jumping into the open window sill like beads.

The lights in the room were dim, and a warm light flickered and flickered, and the man changed his clothes with his back turned.

The healed wound lingered on the man's firm and tight waist, which looked a little unsightly, and the raised scar still lingered on his fingertips.He watched the man skillfully tie up the messy hair and threw it back, thought and thought, and finally said simply, "The rain hasn't stopped."

That was already the closest sentence he could say to hold back.

The person in front of the bed turned around and pulled the collar several times, but still couldn't cover the red mark on his neck, so he simply stopped covering it up and smiled as always.The candlelight dyed his brows and eyes with a layer of gentle warmth. The two knew each other, how could they not understand the other's intention to stay.

"Brother Yan's words, Lu is already satisfied. It has been delayed for a day now, and if it is delayed, I may not be able to deliver the darts as scheduled."

But the serious look didn't last for a moment, and then the ending sound was meaningfully prolonged.

"When I come back this time, I will invite brother Yan to drink again. At that time..."

He smiled smartly, grabbed the knife on the desk, Yan Yu only felt the heat on his lips, and the temperature left quickly.

"I know you are reluctant, so you don't need to send it away."

The man with a hippie smile turned around and waved his hands behind his back. The door creaked when it was opened and closed, and his steady and powerful footsteps landed on the wooden boards in the corridor, which was soon drowned out by the patter of rain.

A thunder fell.

The person at the desk suddenly opened his eyes.

The torrential rain outside the window, and the thunderous thunder, seemed to cover up all the noises in the world for a while.

The person dressed as a guard in front of him saluted him respectfully,

"King Yan, the time has come, my master is waiting for you outside the door."

He heard himself answer in an unhappy voice, "I'm not some kind of King Yan." Then he got up and pushed open the door.

The rain outside the house was vast, except for the rumbling thunder that kept rolling in the distance, there was no sound.

Suddenly, a white light cut through the night sky like a sharp sword, illuminating the entire courtyard in an instant.In the hands of all black-clothed elite soldiers neatly lined up, countless weapons were coldly reflected by the fleeting lightning.He looked up at the eaves and courtyard walls, and there were many lurking figures faintly revealed in the pouring rain.

He recognized the graceful and luxurious person at the head, but he couldn't remember the name at this moment, only to see that person smiled deeply and respectfully raised his hand to him.

"Prince Yan, please."

The wind and rain were blowing outside the house, and the house was also precarious.

Knowing that he had no way out, he nodded slightly.

He nodded slightly, tightly hugged the struggling body in his arms, and whispered softly again and again.

"Do not blame you."

"Shaolin, I don't blame you."

The frenzied Li Gui seemed to understand the human language at that moment. When he heard a familiar voice calling his name, the movements of his hands froze for some reason, and then he let out a shrill cry.

The Taoist didn't let go, but pulled him into his arms even harder. He closed his eyes fiercely, and the talisman paper deeply embedded in Li Gui's body in his hand burned even more intensely.

Shaolin, I have no other choice.

This time, I am sorry for you...

The next moment, the flames swept straight up, Li Gui's whole body burned into a raging flame, and the flames soared into the sky, making the dark and cramped hut glow red.

He screamed in pain, struggled, and quickly turned into a pool of ashes in his arms.

"Shaolin——!!!"

Yan Yu finally burst into tears.

He opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

Those who were standing aside hurried forward.

The figure falling in sight gradually became clear, and Yan Yu saw a concerned face.

Lu Shaolin returned to his former appearance, his pair of peach blossom eyes were clear and clear, but the pair of weird horns on his head did not disappear.Yan Yu raised his hand and was about to touch the unsightly protrusion. This movement obviously pulled the wound on his chest, so he couldn't help frowning and humming.

"Don't move, don't move!"

Involuntarily, Lu Shaolin carefully supported his shoulders and pushed him back to the bed, saying "Lie down for a while, I'll fetch the medicine" and was about to get up, but a hand protruding from under the quilt grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go."

"Brother Yan...?"

Thinking that he heard something wrong, Lu Shaolin turned his head with a surprised expression.

"Don't go."

Yan Yu repeated uncharacteristically, his eyes fixed on Lu Shaolin stubbornly and refused to move away.

Everything in the nightmare is vivid, and the too real touch lingers.The startled sweat, together with the noisy broken sentences lingering in his ears, was cooling down his back inch by inch.At this moment, he needs a little voice, a smile, a call, from the shadow that passed away with the wind in his arms, to teach him to believe that this is no longer another endless cycle.

Yan Gui quickly understood what he meant, and his eyes with spring breeze in his eyes bent into the familiar arc of Yan Yu, revealing a somewhat sad smile.

He walked back to the bed and knelt down, holding Yan Yu's knuckles with his backhand and sticking them to his cold cheeks.

"Okay, I won't go."

"Just here, not going anywhere."

His movements are very light, like holding the wings of a baby bird in his palm, carefully guarding the fragility that is rarely seen by people in front of him.

Hearing this, the person on the bed closed his eyes again, and he slowly smoothed out his voice.

"...that's fine."

That's it, just a moment.

The temperature of the palms of the two people gradually melted together.

This time, it was a peaceful and peaceful dream.