Cannon fodder's death manual

"My name is Xiao Di, and I'm an earth-bound spirit."

It was like the first time I saw it at that time, the night outside the window was filled with fireflies, the thin young man was as pale as jade, sitting on the window sill, he turned his head and smiled at him, and told him that my name is Xiao Di, and I am an earth-bound spirit.

"Xiao Di..."

Seeing the young man's black eyes as black as ink, he froze for a moment, then rushed towards him excitedly, "Xiao Di! Xiao Di! I like you! I really like you! Don't go! Don't go! Xiao Di! Xiao Di!..."

However, just when his fingertips touched his pale body, a slight smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and the next second, the young man's body turned into little fireflies before his eyes and dissipated in the air little by little. In the night sky.

"No! Xiao Di! Don't go! Don't go! I like you! I like you! I really..."

I like you...

Calling that person's name, she suddenly sat up from the bed, and Su Jin sat there in a daze, a tear fell on her hand, and slipped quietly along her fingers.

I got out of bed and walked to the window with bare feet, stretched out my hand and opened the thick curtains, and the neon lights flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was no longer the bleak and lonely old street.

It turned out that the boy had already left.

It's true, it's gone forever.

He still remembers the first time he saw him, that was the first day he lived in that old house, and when he took the broom up to the attic to clean, he opened the door and saw him sitting on the window sill looking at the moon. A boy in a daze.

He... so pretty...

I didn't expect that there would be other people in this dilapidated old house. The moment he saw the boy, he hurriedly forgot to react, and could only stand there in a daze, not even noticing that the broom in his hand fell to the ground , in a daze, I felt that this person was really good-looking, a handsome young man with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Just when he was foolish and at a loss, the young man also found him, jumped off the window sill, approached him and smiled at him, "My name is Xiao Di, and I am an earthbound spirit."

There was a slight chill on the young man's body, and the black eyes that were close at hand seemed to have magical powers, making people addicted to it just by looking at him and unable to extricate themselves.

Such a young man is actually an undead?He thought blankly.

He is different from the spirits I have seen before. He is too real and beautiful. The breath of the undead does not seem to exist in him. It is so clean and pure. Instead of believing that he is an undead, it is better to say that he has forgotten to return. The angels of heaven are more convincing.

Seeing that he didn't seem to believe it, he stretched out his hand in front of him, his slender fingers were pale and transparent.

"If you don't believe me, try it."

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, good and evil are in your heart, whether you are a devil or an angel, he is unique.

But he still hesitated and stretched out his hand, and tentatively touched his pale fingertips—in fact, he just wanted to touch him.

When his hand intertwined with the boy's fingertips, he felt a little lost in his heart. The boy is so good-looking and looks so lonely. If only he could be touched, it would be great if he could be touched. Then he can hold his hand tightly, it is best to hug him, and he can soothe the deep loneliness between his brows one by one.

But he couldn't touch him.

He is the living, and he is an undead.

It is said in the book that the earth-bound spirits have deep resentment, resentment and hatred of this world, being trapped in one land, and harboring deep malice towards anyone who breaks in.

Is he the same?

He really couldn't imagine what it would be like for such a pale and lonely young man to feel resentful.

But the young man told him that he has no resentment, all his life, joys, sorrows, joys, greed, anger, ignorance and resentment, have been forgotten by him, don't remember, so don't complain.

Even if you are trapped in this small attic, it's destiny, you don't want anything, you don't complain, it doesn't matter.

Looking at the boy's serious black eyes, he believed him at that moment.

Believe in a dead soul.

But he didn't know that his trust in him was so fragile, that it could be broken so easily by someone else's words.

On the windy rooftop, Zhong Nan looked at him, "You smell like an evil spirit."

Evil spirit?

He thought in a daze, why does my body smell like evil spirits?

Ever since he transferred to this strange city, the only spirit he has seen and touched is the boy in the attic.

At that moment, the brain has given an answer preconceived.

She obviously doesn't believe Zhong Nan's words at all, she obviously believes in him, obviously...she likes him.

Although he didn't want to believe it, suspicion, like a black thorn, had been deeply rooted in his heart.

It seems that he has believed what Zhong Nan said.

... No, he can't be an evil spirit, he is an earth-bound spirit, if he can't get out of that old house, how could he be an evil spirit?

He is so clean and pure, cleaner than any spirit he has ever seen, he will not be an evil spirit.

He is willing to believe him, believe what he said, believe that he is just an earthbound spirit, believe that he will not harm others, and believe that he has no resentment.

But not long after that, he saw him among the bustling crowd of onlookers at the murder scene where the evil spirit was haunting him.

The boy was thin and thin, and his pale face was particularly glaring in the dark crowd.

……how so?

Isn't he unable to leave that old house!

Then who is he seeing at this moment!

When he excitedly pushed his way through the crowd to look for the frail figure of the young man he had glimpsed just now, he found nothing, as if what he saw just now was an illusion.

Returning home in a trance, seeing the boy staying at home as usual, as if to confirm, he asked the question again, "Are you really not allowed to get out of this room?"

can i trust you...

Hearing his question, the boy was taken aback for a moment, and gave exactly the same answer as the first time.

"I'm an earthbound spirit, I can't get out."

Is it really impossible to get out?

If he really can't get out, then who is that during the day?

He prefers to believe that what he sees during the day is hallucinations, that he is a harmless earth-bound spirit, but once there is suspicion between the two, the cracks in his heart will become bigger and bigger, like a polluted pool. The water that has been destroyed, no matter how hard you try, can never return to its former clarity.

What's more, this time there is an innocent life between them.

Accidents happened again and again, more and more people died of evil spirits in the city, Zhong Nan was aggressively pressing every step of the way, everything pointed to the seemingly innocent young ghost, everything made him The mental and physical exhaustion prevented him from defending him for his own selfish desires.

After promising Zhong Nan to get rid of his spirit, he hid in the school as if escaping and did not want to go back. He was afraid to go back and see his hideous face full of resentment, afraid to see the disappointment in his dark eyes, and even more afraid to see His pale and thin spiritual body was beaten to death by Zhong Nan.

But he didn't expect to see him in the quiet campus.

The young man stood barefoot under the dim streetlight, looked at him with a smile and opened his arms to him, "Su Jin, come here!"

The moment he saw him, apart from being surprised, he was more relieved, relieved, and even had the ecstasy of finding it again: Great!He is not dead!He was not killed by Zhong Nan!He is still alive, standing there alive!

He was so excited that he could hardly utter a complete sentence. He walked towards the boy step by step, but when he stretched out his hand, he didn't go through it again. He was as real as a living person, even though it was as cold as ice.

"Su Jin, do you like me?" He heard the young man whisper in his ear.

"I... like you..." He replied blankly.

"I like you too."

He was flattered to get the boy's response. When the boy's cold lips kissed him, his heart almost jumped out of his chest. No matter whether he was a human, a ghost, or an evil spirit, he didn't care. , the moment he saw the boy again just now, he had already figured it out-he couldn't lose him, even if he was an evil spirit that killed people, even if he had three thousand karma and should fall into hell forever, so what?He liked him so much that he was willing to sacrifice his soul to him.

Just as his lips kissed him, he suddenly heard a violent sound of chains colliding, and the next second he was taken away from the boy in his arms.

what happened?

Staring blankly at the young man who was hugging him and filled with black air, he was confused for a moment. If this is him, then who was that just now?

Obviously just now...

Looking at the boy's position again, he was surprised to find that standing there was another boy with a pale complexion.

It turns out... I made a mistake...

This is the real him.

He just held him in his arms, although the arms were cold and reassuring, just as imagined countless times, he actually touched him, in his arms.

Sending the hysterical boy to hell with a solemn expression, he staggered and let go.

"Xiao Di, you..."

Step forward excitedly, he has too many things he wants to ask him, too many emotions he wants to tell him, there are too many misunderstandings between them, too much suspicion, too many topics that need to be honest, but not yet. When he opened his mouth, Zhong Nan's Demon Repelling Talisman hit him.

"No! Xiao Di! Don't die! I like you! I really, really like you! Xiao Di! Xiao Di!..."

Seeing him disappearing bit by bit, he can't care about anything anymore, what misunderstandings and suspicions, he just wants him to live, just wants him not to disappear like this, just wants him to know that he really likes him .

But there was nothing he could do, in the flickering golden arc, he just disappeared in front of him bit by bit, his soul was scattered, and he could no longer enter the six realms of reincarnation.

Even the moment before he completely disappeared, he still had a smile on his lips.

It seems that there is no nostalgia for this world, it seems that the soul of the dead returns to his hometown, it seems that he returns to the pure land of bliss, and finally returns to the pure white paradise in his dream.

How could he be an evil spirit like this?

Kneeling slowly on the ground, he stared blankly at the dots of fireflies dancing in the wind in the dark night sky, but he couldn't find which one was the way back for his soul.

In fact, he never believed him.

From the moment I knew he was an undead, I never believed in him again.

He kept saying that he liked him, but never really believed him.

His trust in him was as fragile as a plate of sand, so easily shattered.

Such a self, what qualifications do you have to say love to him?

So, he lost him forever.

It was true, never to see him again.