When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

"Hello, may I borrow your identity after your death?" The voice of the speaker was clear and ethereal, with a touch of inorganic coldness, and his gender could not be distinguished only from the timbre.

The slightly cool voice passed by Qiao Yu's ears, like a cold star in the cold night, polishing the altar for a moment of clarity for her in the dusty emptiness.

The memory begins to rewind.

She thought of the shift change at eleven o'clock, the wretched smile of a colleague after saying "girls go back alone and pay attention to safety", the empty old street where the street lights kept retreating one after another, and the sudden appearance, striking her like a black lightning bolt car.

And the last piece of the night sky that was dyed dark orange by the street lights and looked very close.

Frames of memories before death abruptly ended, and consciousness returned.

Qiao Yu tried to feel it, but there didn't seem to be any sensation coming from her body, as if she had lost contact with her soul.

This is not a good sign.

Is she dead?

No!

Don't want to die!

why me?

Fear, loss, sadness, anger, regret, resentment.

All kinds of emotions burst at the moment of realizing death, intertwined with each other, and intensified in the constant turbulence.

It was obviously impossible to feel consciousness, but Qiao Yu felt suffocated, a kind of suffocation that was drowned by strong and viscous emotions, and might drown in it at any time.

Forcibly stripping away a trace of sanity, she opened her mouth several times, and finally managed to force out a dry sentence, "Am I dead?"

"As a human, yes." After pondering for a while, the cold voice sounded from above again, the tone still not fluctuating much.

Serious thinking, serious answer, but it seems that every syllable is soaked with a chill that is not human, and a thin frost spreads on the spine in an instant.

Isn't this human? Subconsciously, Qiao Yu withdrew his gaze and looked at that person.

The streets in the old city are old, and the street lamps are so old that they can only cast a little dim.

With the dim light, Qiao Yu could vaguely recognize that the man should be sitting in front of her with his hands in his pockets and legs crossed.

She was dressed in black, with an ethereal aura, as if it would turn into a bit of rich night at any time.

The hoodie was a bit loose, and the hood covered most of her face. From the angle of her lying down, she could see a slender chin and a small patch of pale skin, but her gender still couldn't be guessed.

Seemingly aware of Qiao Yu's gaze, the man somehow realized something, drew out his right hand, drew a line in the air, and said, "The lifeline is broken, this is it."

That hand, with slender and slender phalanges, and slightly sharp fingertips, coupled with an overly pale complexion, is beautiful, but it is a bit sharp and strangely beautiful. Secretly shuddered.

The pool of emotions that had been boiling before also gradually subsided in the cold, and finally settled down in a helpless acceptance of fate, and then did not accept his own death calmly.

"I just died like this." Qiao Yu seemed to be talking to that person, but also seemed to be talking to himself, with sadness engraved in his tone.

"Ah."

After getting a response, Qiao Yu began to ramble, as if this could relieve the dull and oppressive feeling in his chest that didn't really exist.

"I actually don't want to die, especially not."

"I think my little room, clean and cozy, is my home, but I can't go back."

"However, if you think about it carefully, the house is nothing good. It is small and small, and it is rented. I am an orphan and live alone, and there is no one at home waiting for me to go back. There are not many people who just leave like this. I can't bear it."

"Thinking about it again, when I was alive, I didn't live very well. I didn't go to college, and I came out to work as soon as I graduated from high school. I was still poor, and I was worrying about rent and living expenses every day. Otherwise, I wouldn't have rented so far away. In the end Also... this is life..."

Having said this, Qiao Yu stopped, and couldn't find any more reasons to comfort herself.

Or, so what if you find it, it's just an insincere statement, a self-deception.

No one is willing to just disappear like that, no matter how much life lingers on, just the reason of being alive is enough to refuse death.

The silence fermented in the night, blown by the April wind, dizzy and desolate.

Unable to bear this weird atmosphere, Qiao Yu said sullenly: "Speaking of which, I think you are quite cruel. If you just get confused like that, you don't have to be so sad now. If you want to use my identity, just use it directly." Well, I’m dead anyway, so I won’t say anything, but you still have to wake me up and mourn for yourself, it’s just too cruel.”

"...I'm sorry, I just think that out of politeness, you should ask the owner if you borrow something."

That person actually apologized and explained to herself so seriously, and she seemed to hear a trace of apology from that calm and indifferent tone.

It was so unexpected that the words of complaint got stuck in his throat, but what he blurted out was, "You are not human, are you, non-human species are so polite?"

"A Li said that politeness is the foundation of communication."

"Okay," defeated by the seriousness of the other party, "My name is Qiao Yu, Qiao from Qiaomu, and Yu from Yuyi. Don't make a mistake when using it in the future."

"Feng Ling."

With such an interruption, the depression in his chest seemed to be slightly relieved, and Qiao Yu began to face up to his own death.

However, just as one does not know what to do while alive, one does not know what to do after death.

Silently comparing the gap between her own IQ and the difficulty of the question, Qiao Yu chose to give up thinking, and threw the question to the non-human creature in front of her who asked her, "Well, Feng Ling, how long will I have to lie down? What about the corpse? What do ghosts usually do?"

"First question, you can get up anytime."

"..." You didn't remind me to lie down after lying down for so long?I thought I had to freeze in the state before I died.

The accusing eyes of the other party were too strong, and Feng Ling rarely met the brainwaves: "Seeing that you are not moving, I thought you prefer to speak in this posture."

"Hehe," Qiao Yu laughed dryly, sat up, and growled in his heart, isn't this level of thoughtfulness weird, but he said, "It's actually better to sit."

After sitting up, Qiao Yu unexpectedly found that the other person seemed to be about the same height as her, and her stature was also somewhat similar. I guess this was the reason why he found him. Besides, he was pretty good-looking, Qiao Yu thought narcissistically.

"Second, where do you want to be buried, as a price for borrowing your identity, I will help you bury it."

"..." Is there such a benefit?

"As for the third one, there are ghosts, immortals, reincarnations and evil ghosts."

"There are so many choices? I feel like I'm about to suffer from choice difficulties."

"Think about it first, but the burial must be done before dawn," Feng Ling said in no hurry.

"Oh, good." Qiao Yu replied absent-mindedly, most of her attention was on her own corpse.

The lifeless girl lay on her back on the asphalt road, her legs were twisted into strange arcs, and the bones inside were broken.The smoggy blue windbreaker was soaked in blood, and the large dark red flowers were soaked, like a sacrificial flower prepared by a girl for herself, with a strange and poignant beauty.The face that was once pretty and pleasant, now only remains the pain of the moment of death, and the warmth of the smile on the corners of the eyes and brows is no longer there.

It's ugly.

Sighing softly, Qiao Yu looked at Feng Ling again, and said, "I want to go back to City S. My parents are buried on the mountain over there. The leaves fall back to their roots. Although City A is prosperous, it is still a foreign land. I don't want to die in a foreign land." , even the soul can’t find its way home.”

"can."

Feng Ling snapped his fingers casually, and saw that the surrounding scenery was blurred for a moment, switching directly from the city's road and street scene to the mountain and forest scene.

A full moon hangs high in the night sky, making the stars extremely rare.

Under the bright moonlight, one could see the small soil bags from the two graves half hidden in the sparse shadows of the trees, and Qiao Yu recognized that they were her parents' graves.It is expected that the cold wind whistling through the branches and leaves, whimpering, in the silence of all sounds, it sounds like weeping, like an elegy.

"This operation is unscientific!" Qiao Yu looked at the switching of the surrounding scenery in disbelief, and Qiao Yu felt that she might be dreaming.

Otherwise, how can a person who has been baptized in Marxism for 18 years explain that he can travel across half of China in the blink of an eye after his death?

But no matter how many times she said it was a dream, there was always a voice in her heart reminding her that what was in front of her was the reality, and the dream was just a subconscious escape from death.

"Is it really not a dream now?"

"If you can ask this question, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

"Sure enough, the essence of the world is fantasy, and science is superstition."

After getting the answer, Qiao Yu completely gave up, and with Feng Ling's help, he began to collect his body. During the period, he found various topics to chat with each other, to resolve the endless sadness in his heart.

During the chat, Qiao Yu knew that Feng Ling didn't actually have a gender, or that he didn't have the concept of gender, but he used to think of himself as a man.

I asked her to borrow my identity because I miscalculated the time, and the ID card I had prepared was not used, so I had to borrow someone else's.

There are also three ways out for ghosts. Rebirth is reincarnation in a general sense. A bowl of Mengpo soup is eaten to forget the past and start the next life.

Ghost immortals mainly practice crossing the catastrophe. It sounds powerful, but there is a certain death rate, and it is still the kind of soul flying away.Moreover, one must break off from the living world, stick to the line of life and death, and must not interfere with the present world. Once crossed, he will become a demon.

Evil ghosts are those who have deep obsessions. In order to achieve their wishes, they will forcibly interfere in the world after death.

Once you become an evil ghost, you will no longer be reincarnated, you can only wander in the world, your memory and sanity will be worn away by time, and you will gradually forget your original wish until you forget yourself and completely dissipate in the world.

After the coffin was collected, Qiao Yu was proud and sad when she saw herself in the coffin wearing her favorite moon white dress, as delicate as a ceramic doll.

The girl folded her hands on her chest, holding a bouquet of eternal lilies, her black hair was loose, her small face was delicate, and her expression was peaceful and serene, as if she had fallen into a sweet dream that would never wake up.

When the coffin lid was about to be closed, Qiao Yu suddenly asked, "Tell me, is your hair a bit messy? Do you want to tidy it up?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone to answer, he shook his head in self-deprecating manner, and slowly closed the coffin lid, but his movements were as careful as making crystal miniature sculptures.

What messed up your hair?Obviously her heart was disturbed, and she began to be reluctant again.

The covering of the soil one section at a time, did not pass through the planks at all, and also did not pass through her obsession with the world.

As the last section of the soil fell, Qiao Yu patted the dirt on his hands that hadn't been stained in the slightest. He lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "I want to die, and maybe I can meet my parents. Ghosts and immortals are fine. That’s right, what I miss is just my life as a human being, I don’t want to exist in any other way, and I don’t have any special obsessions.”

For the girl's choice, Feng Ling was not surprised, she just asked indifferently, "Do you have any other wishes?"

"Being that scumbag driver?"

"it is good."

"...Are you really here?" Because of the shock, Qiao Yu even spoke incoherently, "Why? Take me back here, bury me for me, and restore my body. Clothes and flowers are also made according to my preferences. Obviously It’s just an identity, I’m dead, I can take whatever I want, you’re still like this…”

"Cause and effect," seeing Qiao Yu talking more and more, Feng Ling couldn't help interrupting, "I came to you and borrowed your identity, that's the cause, fulfilling your wish before death is the fruit, the only thing in the world that you can't owe is cause and effect."

"That's it..." After being told like this, Qiao Yu no longer refused, it would be hypocritical to say more, not to mention that she did have unfulfilled wishes.

"That scumbag will definitely get retribution, but legal punishment is fine. Don't kill him. It's a pity that such beautiful hands are dirty."

"If you resign, remember to pay this month's salary, and don't let it be cheaper in the store."

"I guess you don't like those relics of mine. If you don't need them, donate them. It's too wasteful to throw them away."

……

"And then... well, then, it's time for me to go."

After counting down the trivial last wishes one by one, Qiao Yu, who was politely pampered by the other party, couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he looked up and found that the sky was almost dawning.

"Also, I feel very lucky to have met you, thank you."

"You are also my only luck this time."

Hearing the other party's words, a red glow suddenly bloomed on the girl's face, revealing her last smile in this life, as bright as a summer flower at the beginning of its bloom, and as bright as a shooting star piercing the sky.

"Goodbye, if there is a destiny, I hope to meet you again in the next life."

Watching Qiao Yu's soul gradually become transparent until it disappeared completely, the young man took off the hood that had been on his head, revealing a face that was too delicate to be seen.

Eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like cold stars, eyelashes like crow feathers, bridge of nose straight, lips slightly pale, but against the porcelain white skin, and the lingering coldness and alienation between the brows, the whole person is ethereal like snow on the top of a mountain , Sky Traveling Clouds.

"It's destined, but see you next time, you'll be a boy." Facing the direction where Qiao Yu disappeared, Feng Ling raised the corners of her lips slightly.

The ID card is finally in hand.

Looking at the metal bracelet that lay quietly in the palm of Qiao Yu's identity information, Feng Ling was a little happy, but at the same time felt a little helpless and dumbfounded that she could be happy because of such a trivial matter.

The most harmless Lichenyuan in the fairy world, how did he start the difficult mode when he came to him?After all the hardships and twists and turns, it seems like going through a catastrophe.

In retrospect, it was a bit difficult to describe the opening of the head in Qiwu Valley at the very beginning.

Feng Ling, the jewel in Yuan Feng's palm, is also His Royal Highness the precious prince who lives in Wu Valley.

Although when he made the decision of the lower realm, he thought that his status was special, and the battle of Du Chenyuan might be relatively big, but he didn't expect it to be so big.It was so big that the entire Qiwu Valley went directly into a creepy battle mode after a brief experience of flying around. Even the Heavenly Court sent people to ask if Qiwu Valley was going to fight against anyone.

In this kind of environment that is ready for battle, one can imagine the tragic extent of the lives of the parties involved.

In just one month, all kinds of knowledge they could think of that could be used were forced into Feng Ling's mind, destroying his nerves and torturing his IQ.

However, after a month of hard work, he received a gift from Tianyun on the first day in the human world. He was so pleasantly surprised that he wondered if he had misheard Yun Qing's inscriptions. Is it really fate or dust disaster?

Standing on the top of the big clock tower in the center of City A, looking at the city in front of him that was almost unrecognizable compared with the information, Feng Ling was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that it was a year in the sky and a year in the ground, and he studied for a month Here, 30 years have passed in the world.

Looking up at the stars, Feng Ling was still thinking about why he forgot the time difference between the two worlds, when the jade amulet of communication at his waist lit up.

Input spiritual power, and a large paragraph of text automatically appeared above the jade talisman.

"Ling'er, you must already know that the human world is now 30 years later. We only realized it after you descended to the world. After thinking about it carefully, there seems to be some kind of God's will to refuse us to intervene in your journey in the world.

Yun Qing forcibly pushed it again based on the hexagrams at that time. If you forcibly interfere, your relationship with the world will disappear, and you may have to make up your own mind and act in the future. "

That's right, only by being blinded by the heavenly secrets can we explain why the people of No. [-] in Qiwu Valley collectively forget the common-sense problem of the time difference between the two worlds.

Pursing her lips, Feng Ling replied, "I'll see you in a hundred days from Heaven."

"Waiting for good news."

After the four-character reply, the jade talisman no longer flickered. According to Yun Qing's teaching, Feng Ling disappeared into the crowd and carefully observed the changes in the dust world in the past 30 years.

Then he became even more convinced that his trip to the human world was a calamity or a fate.

Thirty years means that his hard-earned knowledge is three-tenths of a century behind in the blink of an eye.

Thirty years means that the pile of documents he brought from the dog feeder is almost the same as waste paper, and he will spend a hundred years here as a black household.

Of course, if it's just the above differences, he doesn't care.

Anyway, what he is looking for is only something that has the possibility of existence, and he has no other pursuits. Life in the human world is mostly a waste of time, and he doesn't mind being a semi-literate with backward culture, or a black household with a bad name.

The most unacceptable thing for him is that after a few days of observation, he found that in the world 30 years later, the currency in circulation has actually become a virtual credit point tied to identity information.

Without an ID card and virtual credits, let alone the latest holographic sneak-in game warehouse, he couldn't even buy the outdated old Internet celebrity Xiaobawang.

He has nothing to do, but he doesn't intend to experience the feeling of doing nothing just to wait for the time to pass. Comfort is a kind of enjoyment, but doing nothing is torture.

Before going down to the realm, his plan was to spend his days playing games. In this way, the gap between being able to watch and not being able to buy became unbearable.

So based on the above reasons, especially the last one, the little prince Fengling once again climbed to the top of the bell tower after a few days, but this time it was for stargazing and divination, and to find someone who would die soon to borrow his ID card.

Then he was lucky enough to find Qiao Yu.

The age is just right, the appearance is pretty, the most important thing is that both parents are dead, and there are no friends who are still in touch, so there will be no trouble if you use your identity.

In this way, one person's misfortune becomes the happiness of another existence.

Or, in the original world, who can clarify the luck and misfortune?

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(From a certain one who just made up his mind to write an article and knelt on the registration and copywriting)