Seize the body? It doesn't matter, I'm a ghost baby

He also tried to use Jiang Zhu to guide Qi Jin's condition before, but it didn't work.

It can be seen that Jiang Zhu is not the cause of his photophobia.

But how could it happen now...

So, is the cause actually still Jiang Zhu?

Dr. Xu frowned and ran over quickly with an umbrella before he had time to think.

*

"A Zhu——!"

Here, Jiang Zhu was like a piece of paper, falling helplessly into Qi Jin's arms.

The hair tie on her ponytail fell apart in an instant.

Thick, algae-like hair hangs down on Qi Jin's shoulders.

Her lowered eyes were like a broken doll, lifeless.

"A Zhu, don't scare me..." Qi Jin's voice was trembling.

He held her hand, trembling slightly, not daring to make any move.

He was afraid that if he moved, Jiang Zhu would disperse.

She is too weak.

As weak as a dead man.

He could even feel that there was not much breath between her breathing on his shoulder.

At this moment, he couldn't think of anything that was not a hallucination.

He was filled with panic.

He was afraid that Jiang Zhu would really leave him.

At this moment, Jiang Zhu’s soft call came to his ears:

"Bro--"

Hearing her voice, Qi Jin's tense body relaxed slightly.

His trembling fingertips gently stroked her back, as if he wanted to relieve her pain.

"Are you injured? Where are you injured?"

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Jiang Zhu raised his eyes, his eyebrows creasing with a smile.

"Huh? I'm not hurt."

She was clearly smiling, but Qi Jin's heart was instantly piqued.

He squeezed his hands tightly to prevent his emotions from getting out of control:

"Really? Then what happened to the blood just now?"

"That's right." Jiang Zhu grinned, revealing a mouth of teeth covered in blood, "My gums are bleeding."

Qi Jin paused, a complex emotion flashing through his eyes.

"Gums, bleeding?"

Word by word.

"Well, you know, my teeth are not very good to begin with." Jiang Zhu pouted, stood up from his arms, and stretched, "Didn't my gums bleed often in the past?"

Qi Jin pursed his lips.

Yes, Jiang Zhu’s gums did often bleed before.

There can be dozens or even hundreds of times a year.

Every time, he could spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Maybe it's been too cold recently." Jiang Zhu exhaled a breath of hot breath and looked around, "I ate something that was too hot, so my gums bleed. It will be fine in two days."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dr. Xu came over holding an umbrella.

Seeing that Jiang Zhu was back to life, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss, are you okay? How about I give you a physical examination?"

"It's fine."

Jiang Zhu waved his hand, but subconsciously walked under the umbrella.

The moment the sunlight was blocked, she breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, then reached out to push the wheelchair and slowly walked toward the house.

"Brother, how do you feel today?"

"Can you eat?"

She took out a horse-shaped toy from her pocket and presented it to Qi Jin like a treasure:

"Look, little brother, I bought it just for you!"

Souvenirs from the racecourse.

"It looks good! Does it mean you can eat two more bowls of rice just by looking at it? Brother, you have to eat well and be white and fat!"

Little did he know that every time she forced herself to speak a word, Qi Jin could smell a faint smell of blood.

Seeing that Jiang Zhu was still going to keep talking, Qi Jin sighed invisibly, slowly reached out and took her hand in his.

A warm breath spread from his palm to her fingertips.

He raised his eyes to meet her innocent and pure eyes, stared at her for a long time, and finally sighed slowly.

"A Zhu."

"Ok?"

Qi Jin seemed to have a lot to ask, but in the end, he just smiled and said:

"I like this thing very much."

He took the horse toy and patted the back of her hand: "You've had a day of classes, are you tired? Go and rest for a while. I'll have dinner delivered to you."

He didn't ask about things she didn't want to talk about.

What he could do was at least make her stay with him without being so painful.

No need to force a smile.

No need to work so hard to hide it.

Jiang Zhu paused for a moment, then yawned: "It's true, I'm so tired after a day of classes, so I'm going to rest first. Brother, remember to eat two more bowls of rice at night."

"Ah."

Jiang Zhu smiled happily, then quickly went upstairs with his small schoolbag on his back.

Just when he reached the stairs, where Qi Jin couldn't see him, Jiang Zhu's face turned pale and he held on to the wall to stand firm.

A trace of blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

She held on to the wall tremblingly and walked towards the room with difficulty.

"Miss!"

Dr. Xu's voice came from behind.

Jiang Zhu stood up straight, took a deep breath, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked back with a relaxed face:

"Huh? What's wrong, Doctor Xu?"

Dr. Xu came over, a little worried: "Miss, your head teacher called me today and said that you asked for leave. Although I spoke for you, as a student, it is not right for you to ask for leave frequently."

"Besides, you suddenly asked for leave today. Where did you go?"

He was very worried about whether Jiang Zhu was hanging out with the Huang Mao people.

The Yellow Hairs: "?"

Jiang Zhu, our boss, understand?

Jiang Zhu saw his worry: "Don't worry, I have a sense of what to do. You didn't tell me about my leave, right?"

Doctor Xu shook his head: "No, but Miss..."

The severe pain in Jiang Zhu's heart made her hold on to the wall again.

She lowered her head, hiding the pain on her face, and her voice was as relaxed as ever:

"Dr. Xu, I am different from ordinary people."

"What I want to do cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."

"I know, grandpa trusts you very much."

"So Dr. Xu, you also believe me and don't ask anything, okay?"

Doctor Xu paused, thinking of Mr. Qi, he still chose to agree to Jiang Zhu.

"it is good."

After receiving his promise, Jiang Zhu thanked him and returned to the room as normally as possible.

But the moment she closed the door, she couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

He didn't even have the strength to get up.

"puff--"

She spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the blood stained the ground red, ran down her cheeks, and soaked her clothes red.

His small body was almost completely soaked in blood.

Motionless, as if dead.

Eerily beautiful.

next moment.

"Jingle Bell--"

The red bell on the foot suddenly flashed red and tinkled.

A transparent figure floated out of the bell.

Through the transparency, you can faintly see his face.

The wind god is elegant and elegant, disturbing the youth.

He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Zhu, his brows filled with lingering nostalgia.

"A Zhu——"

Jiang Zhu was already unconscious, but after hearing his voice, he forced himself to open his eyes.

But in a daze, she couldn't see anything.

She clung to the ground with her fingers, as if she could catch the other person in her hand.

But he just got nothing.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

Jiang Zhu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "It hurts."

It hurts.

He felt distressed and helpless, and finally lay beside her, his fingertips arousing a trace of ghostly energy in her body.

"It won't hurt anymore."

"Go to sleep."