death of mountain god

"Hand! You are not good at it!"

Fang Zhuoyan stopped, turned around, and saw Cheng Wenzhe running towards him holding a severed hand.

The range of the black cloud became smaller again. The ghost stared at the two empty eye sockets, and the tumbling magma in the body splashed out from time to time. The black cloud seemed not to be able to touch these things. It rolled with the movement of the ghost, trying to avoid the impact of high temperature liquid. In direct contact, the movements of the black clouds seemed clumsy, but they had a trick. After a few rounds, they were almost unscathed, until Zhou Li added another talisman.

The slave ghost slowly opened its mouth, as if it had been brewing for a long time, a hot fireball with white smoke was thrown into the center of the black cloud in the north direction, and it exploded after a while, like a thunderbolt hitting a real object, it waved its hand in the air, and the smoke disappeared The fog lifted, revealing a large expanse of sky to the north.

Zhou Li rejoiced secretly that he was in surprisingly good condition today. Not only did he have no palpitations and physical weakness, but instead he had the spirit of cutting through the scriptures and washing his marrow. The piece of paper outlines a spherical area. As the slave ghosts continue to attack, the corners of the yellow talisman curl slightly. He closes his eyes and concentrates, feeling the gurgling and clear flow in his body repeating itself.

The slave ghost opened his mouth again, spewing red magma, driving back the demons from all directions like falling leaves.

Shen Yuntan tried Chen Heng's breath and pulse, and there was no serious problem, but the gravel was mixed into the body along the roots. If it was an ordinary person, it might have to suffer, but for Chen Heng, it was like motion sickness. The expulsion body will naturally wake up.

Zhou Li's side was almost over, Shen Yuntan turned his back to him, and put one hand on Chen Heng's neck.

Chen Heng, who was in a coma, also had a weird dream. The roof turned into a stage, the dancer's hat was decorated with colorful flowers, and the white feather fan in his hand was shaking dizzily. When he opened his eyes, the gloomy sky above It has become clear, the air is dry and warm, a pile of phlegm seems to be clogged in his throat, and he suddenly retches.

At the same time, someone patted his back hard a few times, and Chen Heng's mouth immediately became sour, and he struggled to climb to the corner of the roof to vomit.

"Go to the hospital first!" Zhou Li retracted his hands while reminding Fang Zhuoyan, the four yellow talismans were stacked together feebly, and after a few seconds, his whole body was scorched and turned into ashes.

Fang Zhuoyan's heart skipped a beat, and he took another step towards the door. This time there was no obstruction, he immediately picked up Lu Yan and rushed down, saying: "Call 120 quickly."

"Everything is done on a first-come, first-served basis. Since I occupy this shell first, they will naturally not be able to argue with me anymore." The person in his arms had no strength to move, but his eyes were still wide open, looking at the blue sky. Sky: "But they're all dead, and I'm almost there."

"Shut up." Fang Zhuoyan felt extremely anxious seeing the unfamiliar expression on this familiar face.

The hospital's car came quickly, and pedestrians on the street hurriedly gave way. This was his first time getting into an ambulance. Lu Yan was lying on a simple bed, and her severed hand was put in a refrigerator.

Fang Zhuoyan raised his hand to touch Lu Yan's cheek, and leaned down to her ear: "If you don't like it, I don't like it, don't feel guilty, I'll go back when you wake up, maybe I've been married for several years, and I'll send you a symbolic invitation when the time comes, just take a look and forget it, don't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"Lv Yan" was numb from the pain, and the wound was not much better after treatment, and the gauze was soaked with blood. After she finished listening, she sighed faintly: "I don't think she can hear, but she can't say no." allow."

Fang Zhuoyan looked out the window. There were many cars on the road. They were not uniform, but they were all controlled by traffic laws. They lined up and waited in a decent manner. Hospital.

Seeing that he was silent, "Lv Yan" rolled her eyes and laughed like a child, with bright red lipstick on her front teeth: "Do you think I'm okay? Anyway, the body is still this body, and who is it inside?" Is it important?"

Fang Zhuoyan glared at her impatiently: "I beg you to shut up."

The surroundings fell silent, replaced by a pale hand, with a thin wrist wrapped around his arm, with a sudden force, he was pulled down and bent down, and asked sharply: "What are you doing..."

Then her mouth was blocked and she hadn't eaten for a long time. Her lips were dry but still soft. Fang Zhuoyan had the illusion that the person in front of him was Lu Yan from the inside to the outside. As soon as he got deep, he began to pry his teeth skillfully. It was strange, his lips were cold, but his tongue was hot. He was excited and sad at the same time.

Fang Zhuoyan reacted suddenly, pushed him back on the bed, and looked aside in embarrassment.

Cheng Wenzhe fidgeted for a while, wondering if he should step forward to separate the two of them, not to mention that this is in the ambulance, the point is that it seems to be a ghost, right?This scene severely refreshed his three views. Seeing Fang Zhuoyan's actions, his voice trembled a little: "Calm down..."

After wandering around Lu Yan's side for so many years, Fang Zhuoyan thought he was better than Liu Xiahui, not to mention hugging, and he had never even touched his hands. !"

"You look very satisfied too." She stretched her facial muscles and let out a sigh: "I'm going to die, to fulfill your little wish."

Already able to see the outline of the hospital building, Fang Zhuoyan took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, and looked away irresistibly: "That has nothing to do with you, you are the one who will die, Lu Yan and I will come to Japan for a long time."

"Oh, the future is long? I don't know who said that I want to go back to get married just now." Her voice became lower and lower, and her breathing became heavy.

"How nice I am, you treat me like Lu Yan, needless to say, cuddling with you, sleeping with you is fine... as long as you let me live..."

A ghost who resurrected from a dead body, using someone else's body, can he still be considered alive?

Fang Zhuoyan's heart was beating fast, but he calmed down slowly, and stated as calmly as possible: "Since you have always been a ghost, you have also seen the changes in the world. Ask yourself, are you willing to live like this? Take a step back and say, why do you deprive the world of a ghost?" The right of others to live?"

"Lv Yan" closed her eyes and responded: "I can see it, but I am always wandering outside the world. There is a saying that it is better to live than to die. , even if she doesn't come back, you won't let her body pick up trash, will you?"

"As for rights, it's even more ridiculous. I accept a different concept from yours. There was no such thing as human rights in the dictionary at that time."

"I used to be the son of the rich and powerful, but so what? If you say that you ransacked your home, you ransacked your home. If you say that the Jiuzu is the Jiuzu, the execution ground is full of my relatives, and I am just a ghost watching the execution. I have no power to restrain the chicken." , that monster killed me, but saved me again, no, it didn't save me at all, it was imprisoned forever..."

Speaking of the latter, her thinking was already messed up, Fang Zhuoyan interrupted her: "Stop talking, wait until you get a good hand, and deal with it as you want."

She was finally wheeled to the emergency room before she passed out completely.

While going through the formalities, Cheng Wenzhe picked up his mobile phone and made a call: "What about Lu Yan? You can't let that ghost get on with you, can you?"

His voice was a bit loud, and if it wasn’t for his dog-like appearance, he might be regarded as a mental patient. Even so, an old man passing by kindly reminded him: “Young man, what kind of ghost and god are you? What exists is superstition, I don’t believe in it at this age, you are young, don’t be fooled by the magic sticks on the street.”

Zhou Li fed for a long time and no one spoke. He only heard the mess in the hospital. He was about to hang up and beat him again when there was a movement from the opposite side: "What's the matter, someone just said you are a magic stick."

Zhou Li burst out laughing: "What's wrong with the magic stick? My name was given by a fortune teller."

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. It was Chen Yuan pretending to be a fortune teller. He cut the long story short: "Save your hand first, the ghost is passing by now, as long as you keep an eye on her, you will be fine."

Cheng Wenzhe hummed and hung up the phone.

The temperature on the roof gradually rose, and after all, it was the scorching summer sun. After a few minutes, the white bricks that were in close contact with the sun were hot enough to roast meat.

Chen Heng vomited out all the gravel and sat down in the shade, watching his pile of vomit in silence.

Zhou Li was a little tired, but he was in a good mood. He briskly ran over and squatted aside: "Old Chen, why did you lose your job just now?"

Chen Heng pointed to the pool of yellowish-yellow-white liquid: "There is something wrong with the sand on the ground. It dances without wind. As soon as I looked closely, I got hooked and entered my body along my fingers. After a few strokes, I was confused."

"Wait, what's wrong with the sand?" Zhou Li had an eye for it. There is no way to kill ghosts. Unless you find something behind it, the bricks, tiles and sand on the scene may be clues.

"The trajectory of the gravel dancing is like this." Chen Heng looked around, stretched out his ill-fated roots again, and danced in the air seemingly randomly, until at a certain moment, he suddenly pressed pause.

Then he moved a few steps and stood still: "Look at it from this angle."

Zhou Li walked over and observed carefully with his eyes. The roots were not as clear as the pictures made of gravel. He needed to find the rules among the winding and interlaced grids. A few points, a few lines, he frowned. He frowned and looked again, and sighed: "I am a person who lacks imagination..."

Shen Yuntan suddenly handed over the phone: "Look, isn't that the case?"

It is a hand-drawn figure in the memo, the black lines are the roots, and the figure drawn by the red pen is what Chen Heng wants him to see - feathers.

Chen Heng gave a thumbs up: "Da Chu, our teahouse is short of talents like you, I will give you a raise when I go back."

Zhou Li gave him a contemptuous look: "Is he coming after me? I should also..."

"You are enough." Chen Heng looked back at him inexplicably: "In the distant past, we were divided into three or seven, and I don't know when it became four or six. What do you want to do now?"

He felt very unfair.Why, Zhou Li came up with an idea after spending money and energy on his own...

Feeling his tearful eyes, Zhou Li also felt aggrieved: "Don't say that we shared all the expenses equally, but at the beginning, my decoration cost seemed to be higher than your big house?"

"Bah, do you know about inflation?"

"Forget it, if I don't bully you, I'll give you five or five points. I'm a family man, so be magnanimous."

Chen Heng understood, and he was unambiguous: "Yes, you will pay the salary of your family."

Zhou Li pondered the golden-rimmed abacus in his mind for a long time, and nodded.