Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

444 watched the host put on a posture of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, and couldn't bear it, he raised his voice a little: "Look at this room! Is there anyone else who is human besides you! Is there anyone else who is afraid of death!"

Yu Ge: ...

Yu Ge sucked the bloody smell left between his lower lip and teeth, shrunk his neck, and avoided a piece of glass flying over from nowhere.

"What do you think... if the two of them fight with all their strength, whoever has a better chance of winning?"

The system was taken aback by her question, and stopped its gaze on the tin stick that was overflowing with a faint Buddha light, and said hesitantly: "The raiding targets in this world do look spooky, but we really have to decide the outcome." If so... the bodhisattva should still have the upper hand, don't they all say that the evil does not suppress the good?"

The host nodded thoughtfully, "The power of evil spirits mainly comes from the nourishment of evil spirits and the entanglement of resentment. The former relies on the accumulation of time, and the latter relies on seeking wealth to kill. After all, Tan Linfei died only a year ago. There should be only a handful of people who have been killed, and in front of the decent reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, it won't make much progress."

She put her fingertips on the floor and wiped the blood spit out by the evil ghost. There was no expression on her face, and even her emotions were completely suppressed.

"It's all come to this point, it's impossible to rely on drinking water to be wise and protect one's life. It's better to use tricks and get rid of the lies first."

Seeing the other party close the script, 444 couldn't help swallowing.

"The host is saying... to act out the little script you just dug out?"

Yu Ge smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Most of her face was hidden in the darkness, and even the color in the depths of her pupils seemed deep and heavy.

"...Let's lower the concentration of mercury," she said in a low voice. "This ghost story has no real feelings... It's really hard to act out."

……

Tan Linfei didn't even blink his eyes when the black tin staff came down with the shattered golden light on his head.

Even her body was turned into a handful of white ashes. In comparison, it seemed nothing scary to even lose her soul. With one hand resting on the edge of the window frame, she listened to the rare early morning commotion behind her, the ignorant laughter and laughter of young children. The hurried footsteps of pedestrians one after another, blurred in the bright and hot morning light, outline a long-lost human scene.

...but that was no longer her world.

The two strands of the six rings on the head of the staff collided with each other, setting off endless scrolls of Sanskrit scriptures like silk and satin in the void. The brief moment seemed to be stretched endlessly by a pair of hands, and the turbulent tide rushed from all directions, choking her lungs. The last bit of air in the chest was squeezed out abruptly.

However, she hardly felt any pain, because the tide was also filled with raging jealousy and anger, which made her unable to be relieved, and she would never be able to let go.

If even the spirit body is scattered... then is death just death?

From then on, there is no retribution, no reincarnation, and no afterlife. There are no old friends and old friends wandering beside the Naihe Bridge, only a handful of ashes under the deep soil.

It's just that if she is really gone... Will Yu Ge still remember her, and for how long?

She watched helplessly as the strange woman who claimed to be a mage made out with Yu Ge in the living room of Yu's house.

The kisses and hugs are intimate and natural, as if this intimacy is needed in summer, as if this silence is needed in the early morning.

Standing behind Yu Ge, she watched their lips and teeth intertwine, their breaths intertwined, Yu Ge's snow-white ear tips protruded from the scattered black hair, with a little inconspicuous pink, like tender white flower buds studded with dew, The charm and gentleness hidden in it can't be hidden even in Tibet.

When she kissed Yu Ge, would Yu Ge also show this kind of indulging expression... would he also let out this kind of ambiguous and hoarse panting?

Her long-haired wife was resting on someone else's shoulder as she wished, and gently rubbed the shirt on the other's back with her small white hand.

That action is very obedient and cute. In fact, it's a bit like a kitten stepping on the milk. Maybe even Yu Ge doesn't realize it. It's a move she only makes subconsciously when she is really infatuated.

Once upon a time, that hand... also grabbed her clothes like this.

It was the winter vacation of Yu Ge's sophomore year. She drove Yu Ge to a province hundreds of kilometers away, and camped overnight on the snowy grassland.

The wind and snow in the wilderness was bitterly cold. They wrapped their down jackets and blankets and got out of the tent. When they raised their eyes, they saw the gray-blue sky shining in the daytime and twinkling in the night. The sky is tilted, and it seems that as long as you stretch out your hand a little, you can touch the boundless sea of ​​stars.

They walked around the tent, stopping from time to time, and exchanging a few entangled kisses. Yu Ge stared at her blankly during the kiss, without blinking, so that even on the black and thin eyelashes, the It was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and that cold, slightly damp hand slipped in along her coat, and through a close-fitting shirt, repeatedly touched her back. Rub and scratch.

Even though it was winter, those kisses still had the smell of dry and cold pasture juice. They walked side by side in the snow. Before she opened the curtain, she looked back at the footprints left by the two of them.

The footprints are not deep, they are sometimes scattered together, and the road connecting them is not straight, but rugged and meandering, but from such a distance, every step is so clear and clear, like the days they spent hand in hand It has been the same for more than ten years, and there may be regrets or misunderstandings, but we are always very close and very solid.

At that time, even she felt that she and Yu Ge were the lovers of each other's life, and there would never be a gap or gap between them, and they would always hit it off and be inseparable.

But in the next few years, everything has changed. The tenderness and tenderness she had in her youth turned into ugly and hypocritical desires, like a sharp knife blade, cutting the almost perfect relationship between the two into pieces.

At the moment when Yu's father and Yu's mother passed away one after another, she had also expected countless heavy costs.

If Yu Ge knew the truth, he would blame her for hating her, and would be hysterical from then on, wishing to die with her; tortured by the pain of the body, exhausted his strength, and died in her arms...

Because of these tragic endings and ominous premonitions, she was unable to fall asleep for countless nights, or woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling that she could not absorb any oxygen, and even her lungs were tightly curled up due to suffocation.

But at that time... Yu Ge was still in her arms, and amidst countless complicated thoughts, the touch of their skin was still so real and hot.

Even in the scariest and most ridiculous dream, she never thought that Yu Ge would leave her one day and... fall in love with someone else.

What is listening, what is reincarnation, those are things that she can't understand at all, and she can't guess, but a certain idea that is almost absurd is becoming more and more obvious, so obvious that it is difficult to ignore

The little girl who grew up under her eyes, the little flower bud enclosed by her glass flower cover, did go to a world without her, and did have deep and long emotional entanglements with other people.

The hands of the clock in the living room made a very slight ticking sound when it was moving. She looked directly at the heavy tin rod a few inches away, and felt that even the heart that no longer existed sank heavily, falling to her I couldn't speak a word, and even my throat was firmly blocked by a sour and cold foreign body.

She remembered a night many years ago, when she tucked up Yu Ge's quilt and adjusted the air conditioner, the teenage child hugged her waist from behind and insisted that she recite a poem for herself.

Hearing the sound of Mother Yu humming in the bath in the master bedroom next door, she twisted her waist and hugged the exclaimed and laughing Yu Ge into her arms.

"...There will never be such a moonlit night anymore," she said in a strange way, "using the blurred light, passing through the dark woods, pouring out the quiet light, faintly and faintly illuminating... the beauty of my lover."

If only it could stay that way.

At that time, both Yu's father and Yu's mother were still alive, Yu Ge was still young, and she was also very young. She was so young that the malicious desire didn't have time to take root, but she just loved her childhood sweetheart with a hazy and honest tenderness. innocent sister.

At that time, it seemed that even time flowed quietly at an unhurried speed. There was no secret, no diaphragm, and no life or death between her and Yu Ge. There was only the tenderness between relatives and lovers. In the day-to-day relationship, they overlap and pass on.

It's a pity... there won't be such a moonlit night anymore.

The overflowing golden light slowly sank into her body, making everything in her mind sluggish and blurred, as if all her senses had faded away, and she couldn't feel any pain. She seemed to have fallen into a kind of empty silence, a silent surging wave It swept over and trapped her inside.

In this silence, there is no sound, no light, no pain, and no... Yu Ge.

... She hadn't had time to ask who that woman was or what Yu Ge had been through, and she hadn't had the chance to say sorry or I love you to Yu Ge.

Tan Linfei was suddenly overwhelmed by this cognition.

Menacing severe pain erupted from the depths of her chest, as if a piece of charcoal fire was embedded that would never be extinguished, causing every internal organ of her to be scalded out, and her convulsed body could not be stretched. It can die silently in a cycle of repetitions.

Until two thin and trembling fingers gently pressed against her neck.

The noise of the street behind her was clear again, and the sweet and salty smell from her nose flowed heavily. She opened her eyes in the dazzling sunlight, and only saw Yu Ge standing in front of her, and from the top of his forehead... A large piece of blood dripped from layer to layer.

There was so much blood, so viscous, that even the hair on the forehead was soaked, obviously a bruise caused by a blunt object.

Her young little wife... actually blocked the pure gold tin stick for her at the critical moment of life and death.

Tan Linfei was holding her lover's arm in a trance. She was not fully awake yet, but subconsciously, she always thought that the other party would hug her, shed tears, or at least... talk to her.

However, Yu Ge just borrowed some strength from her arm, and turned around unsteadily.

"...Lanti, Randy."

She heard Yu Ge whisper the woman's name, her voice was soft and hoarse, with a strange tremor in it, so that there was a cry in the end.

"I'm sorry, Randy, I'll go with you, but I...I can't let you kill her."

The thin figure was trembling at a frequency visible to the naked eye, but it still stood in front of her unmovingly. This should have been an extremely touching picture of inseparable life and death.

But Tan Linfei hadn't had any luck or joy when he saw Yu Ge with his back turned to her and waved his hands slightly.

That action was casual and natural, just meant a farewell, as if she just sent Yu Ge to the school gate and watched him go in to collect a grade.

But she had an illusion in a daze, as if Yu Ge could bid farewell to all the encounters and companionship between them with just this light wave of his hand.

The author has something to say: Moon from Pushkin.

感谢在2021072810:46:362021080200:39:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 day sea, night curtain, konghaku;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 in Nineteen; 1 in Kangqiao, Xu Zhimo, and Baixiu;

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