Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

The entire tomb room was filled with Yan Nanzhi's murmurs, and he didn't know what he was saying. It was just like a fly buzzing in Xie Jing's ear, which annoyed him.

"Stop mumbling, what did I just say?" Xie Jing sat on the ground and threw the conversation to Yan Nanzhi.

Yan Nanzhi didn't answer, Xie Jing pursed her lips and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll start from scratch."

Xie Jing glanced at Yan Nanzhi, afraid that he would run away after hearing half of it, and then be angry and crush him again, so what should I do.

Xie Jing cleared her throat, and tried her best to make her voice soft and not too extreme: "After Yi Xuan ascended the throne, I have been staying in his bedroom. I have seen with my own eyes what you have done to him."

"Every night he would be tortured by you until he rolled on the ground, crying and begging you, but Yan Nanzhi, have you noticed that he begged you so much, but he never begged you to let him go, let alone forgive him He, I think he also felt guilty."

After Xie Jing finished speaking, he took a look at Yan Nanzhi's face, seeing that his face was not as black as coal, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Don't you find it strange that Yi Xuan can see you?"

Hearing this, Yan Nanzhi finally had an expression on his face. He looked at Xie Jing, his lips trembling.

Xie Jing said: "I've seen his jade pendant before, it's not like a normal thing."

He saw that Shen Cheng also had the same jade pendant, but it was not exactly the same, it could only be said to be somewhat similar, thinking of Shen Cheng, Xie Jing sighed heavily.

"If someone can give him that jade pendant, there must be a way to get rid of you, but until now, Yi Xuan has never thought about how to deal with you, and he didn't even invite a Taoist priest to do it. Don't you think it's strange? ? If it were an ordinary family, they might have plastered spells all over their home, and placed a few pieces of garlic to drive away evil spirits."

Speaking of this, Xie Jing felt his scalp go numb, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Nanzhi looking straight at him, and he was so frightened that he immediately silenced himself.

"go on."

"what?"

Xie Jing was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what was wrong with him, but he continued: "Everyone knows that death is better than torture, let alone this kind of torture. Before he died, he was dying, but he still begged you Give him a little more time to repair the tomb, I think he wants you to live in peace, if you can't be together in life, you can share the same cave when you die."

"But I'm curious," Xie Jing said, looking at Yan Nanzhi with some embarrassment: "He begs you to give him some time, you should kill him if you hate him so much, but you are really waiting for him Only when you finish repairing the tomb..."

Speaking of this, Xie Jing clenched her lips, closed her eyes and yelled out the last sentence in one breath: "Do you think you are interested in him?"

After yelling, Xie Jing's intestines were full of regret, he hugged his head and shrunk his body into a ball.

It's over, it's over, this time I'm going to die completely, after my soul is gone, don't I even need to enter reincarnation?

Xie Jing panicked, and suddenly heard something sharp scratching the ground. It was the sound of Yan Nanzhi's sword being dragged on the ground. The sound stopped suddenly when he was within an arm's distance.

Yan Nanzhi did not move for a long time, Xie Jing couldn't help feeling suspicious, he raised his head timidly, but saw that the sword that was supposed to cut off his head pierced into Yan Nanzhi's chest.

"Yan, Yan Nanzhi..." Xie Jing's pupils widened.

"I don't want to be him."

After Yan Nanzhi finished speaking, his body staggered. Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, Xie Jing stood up and caught him. He wanted to hold his wound, but found that the wound did not bleed, but black smoke. No matter how hard Xie Jing pressed it, she couldn't hold it down.

"Aren't you going to kill me? You are..."

Yan Nanzhi coughed. At this moment, his body was in unbearable pain like ten thousand snakes eroding him. He endured the pain and said, "Don't harm innocent people."

Xie Jing hurriedly replied: "Okay, okay, thank you for your great kindness, first tell me how I can help you?"

"No need," Yan Nanzhi turned his head to the side: "I have to go to him to find out, ask him...ask him if he has..."

Halfway through the speech, there was no sound, Xie Jing was taken aback, then gently pushed Yan Nanzhi, and called him.

The person in his arms became lighter and lighter, Xie Jing watched helplessly as he turned into a pool of black smoke and filled the air, before he could reach out his hand, in the blink of an eye, there was nothing.

Xie Jing froze in place, kneeling until his feet were numb, and he didn't move much.

After a long time, a sentence came from the tomb lightly: "Alright, go to him and ask him."

Xie Jing felt that the surroundings were too cold, he stood up staggeringly with one hand on the ground, looking at the deserted tomb, he was in a daze.

Yan Nanzhi left, Yi Xuan also left, what should he do?Trapped here to die, or already dead.

Xie Jing lowered his head and hugged his body as he walked out. A gust of cold air came over his face. Xie Jing trembled and turned around suddenly. A man in a purple robe embroidered with gold patterns was walking towards the coffin.

"That person is..."

Xie Jing was startled, and hurried up to grab him, her fingers directly passed through the man's body.

Xie Jing withdrew his hand. He quickened his pace and reached the coffin first. Looking back, the man's face was clearly displayed in front of him: "The ghost king?! Why is the ghost king here?"

Feng Chen went straight to the coffin, and his eyes stayed on the person sleeping in the coffin. Xie Jing listened to him and said, "Young Master Yi, you chose this road yourself. I helped you get here, and it's time to take back mine." something."

After finishing speaking, Feng Chen reached out and took off the jade pendant on Yi Xuan's neck, the jade pendant glowed red and disappeared in Feng Chen's hands in an instant.

With a wave of Feng Chen's hand, the lid of the coffin was closed, and the red and white curtain beside it fluttered. Feng Chen raised his sleeves again, and sat down on the altar with a red candle.

"One last time to help you."

Seeing that Feng Chen was about to leave, Xie Jing immediately followed, but her body seemed to be entangled and could not move at all.

"Mr. Xie! Mr. Xie..."

Who is calling me, Xie Jing felt dizzy, Feng Chen's figure became more and more blurred in his eyes, he shook his head, and stretched out his hand to grab him.

"Don't go...Shen Cheng has been looking for you...wait..."

Xie Jing felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, she rolled her eyes and fainted on the ground.

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie wake up, Mr. Xie..."

Stop screaming, Xie Jing wanted to drive away the voice in his ears, but the voice became more and more intense, Xie Jing couldn't resist it, and slowly opened his eyes.

"So bright? Where am I?"

"Mr. Xie, you are awake."

A sweet female voice came from beside him, Xie Jing moved his gaze to the side, and a female nurse in a white coat suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Xie Jing sat up from the bed, pointed at the female nurse with trembling hands, and said, "You, who are you?!"

The nurse was taken aback by his move, and the smile on her face froze instantly: "Mr. Xie, you have gas poisoning and are now in the hospital."

"You are a nurse..."

The nurse nodded: "Yes, I am the nurse in charge of this ward."

Xie Jing looked around, the white ceiling, white walls, white curtains, and white hospital beds, everything was white.

In this monotonous atmosphere, Xie Jing forced himself to calm down. The smell of disinfectant filled his mouth and nose. He heard the ticking of the hanging bottle, and the crying of children in the corridor not wanting injections.

"Who brought me here?" Xie Jing hoarsely said.

"Your friend dialed 120."

"my friend?"

The nurse looked at the hanging bottle, pulled out the needle in Xie Jing's hand and said, "Your friend is paying the fee for you, and he will come later. If you have any questions, you can ask him then."

The nurse smiled and walked out of the ward. Xie Jing stared at the ceiling in a daze again.

"Isn't he in the tomb? What kind of gas poisoning? Where's Shen Cheng? Why didn't Shen Cheng send him here."

Xie Jing was thinking seriously, when a smell of buns came from outside the door.

"Spiritual fortune teller, you're finally awake." Following a sound, a man with a steamed bun in his hand came in from the door.

He held the steamed bun and shook it in front of Xie Jing's eyes: "Do you want to eat it? Your favorite Zhang Ji steamed stuffed bun."

Xie Jing shook her head: "I have no appetite."

Seeing that he didn't eat, Zhuang Jiaxian started to eat by himself, chewed the buns and said, "God fortune teller, have you encountered any troubles these days?"

Xie Jing questioned, "Why do you ask that?"

Zhuang Jiaxian swallowed the steamed stuffed bun and said, "You turned on the gas to commit suicide, if I hadn't asked you for something, you would have died long ago."

"Impossible." Xie Jing directly refused.

"How is it impossible? I saw you lying in the living room with my own eyes. The gas has not been turned off. There is a strong smell of gas. Don't tell me you forgot to turn it off."

Xie Jing felt something was wrong, and grabbed Zhuang Jiaxian's hand: "Did I disappear for a month or a few days?"

Zhuang Jiaxian frowned: "No, I haven't seen you for a few hours at most."

"You don't know if you've inhaled too much gas, is there something wrong with your brain?" Zhuang Jiaxian put the buns on the table, and looked at Xie Jing worriedly.

"Impossible, Zhuang Jiaxian, I saw a ghost. I went to the tomb, and I saw a lot of ghosts, as well as Shen Cheng. By the way, did you see a man in a green robe? No, it should be a black suit. The first time we met, he came in a suit, he looked weird, and his skin was very white, did you see that?"

Zhuang Jiaxian's shoulder was firmly grasped by Xie Jing, and he stared blankly at Xie Jing who was talking nonsense like crazy.

Zhuang Jiaxian said worriedly: "Xie Jing, those may be hallucinations caused by your gas poisoning, why don't you take a good rest, and we'll talk again when you feel better."

Zhuang Jiaxian brushed Xie Jing's hand away, stood up from the chair, and said again: "If you feel unwell, just press the button next to it, and the nurse will come to you after seeing it. I'll go first, and I won't disturb your rest." gone."

The door slammed shut, and Xie Jing froze in place. He covered his face with his hands to hide the sadness in his heart.

"Shen Cheng, where are you? I'm not crazy...I'm not crazy..."

In the silent ward, the curtains moved slightly and then lowered gently, as if telling Xie Jing that all this was just a trance, an illusion caused by poisoning...