Please sign for your missing male ticket [Liao Zhai]

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When Ma Youtang returned to Dongchang, what he saw was a cold Wang Yixie.He guessed Wang Yixi's preferences along the way, and suddenly there was no one to give away the things he bought for Wang Yixi.

The person lying in the coffin seemed to be asleep, with a calm face, exactly the same as the sleeping face of the person next to Ma Youtang when he woke up every day.It's just that at that time, the person would wake up from his sleep disturbed by him. At that time, the side of the person's head did not have such an unnatural depression.

There are still many things that I haven't had time to talk to him about, and there are still many things that I haven't had time to do with him.

Wang Yixi looked as if he had been drained of strength, and fell to Ma Youtang who was sitting next to the coffin. He reached out to grab it, but it was empty.Yes, he is dead.With a mere soul, it is impossible to meet Ma Youtang.

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Stop the coffin and bury it.

Wang Yixi originally thought that his body would be treated like this, but no.

Ma Youtang transported Wang Yixi's coffin all the way into Beijing.Wang Yixi's previous guesses about Ma Youtang's identity turned into a joke before Ma Youtang's true identity.Ma Youtang is the son of the old man of this dynasty, but the once amazing and talented son of the old man has now become a lunatic among the people.

Ma Youtang supported the coffin and walked in through the main entrance. The servants who carried the coffin did not even dare to vent their breath. Compared to the street market a few steps away, Ma Youtang's mansion was as silent as a mortuary.He and Wang Yi analyzed the two, the morgue.

Ma Youtang talked intermittently about the construction of the mansion, and from time to time, he would ask Wang Yixie a question to take the exam, as if Wang Yixie, who had long been asleep, would really answer those questions.It seemed that he really heard Wang Yixi's answer.

One person and one ghost are separated by life and death, and cannot meet each other.

The coffin was finally carried into Ma Youtang's room.Ma Youtang's room was crowded with ice mirrors, and it was already summer, but when the coffin-carrying servant entered Ma Youtang's room, his hair was aroused.Ma Youtang waved the servants to close the door, and pushed open the coffin lid.

Faint corpse spots appeared on Wang Yixi's body, and Ma Youtang stared at every inch of Wang Yixi's exposed skin, knowing that his time to deceive himself and others was running out.

If he had been able to bring Wang Yixi with him when he returned to Beijing, if he had been able to travel faster on the return trip...

All assumptions became empty talk in front of Wang Yixi's corpse.

"Yixie, Yixie." No one responded to the name that was called countless times. Ma Youtang's eyes on Wang Yixie gradually lost focus. In a trance, the person he called seemed to be beaten. He yawned, and slowly opened his eyes a crack.Once again, the person lying in the coffin was still the unconscious Wang Yixie.

"Yixi..." Ma Youtang stroked Wang Yixi's cheek, pleading, "Wake up, okay?"

One step away, Wang Yixi's soul responded to every word of Ma Youtang, but unfortunately, no one could hear it.

Incompetent, helpless.

40

The future is short, and the past is long.

Those monks and Taoists who claim to be able to resurrect the soul are nothing but liars.Finally, the time has come for Wang Yixi's body to be buried.

Wang Yixi sat side by side with Ma Youtang, leaning on his coffin together with Ma Youtang.

fair enough.

Wang Yixi turned sideways to caress Ma Youtang, from the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his lips, and finally, back to the center of Ma Youtang's eyebrows.

He couldn't remember the way Ma Youtang stretched his brows.

The servants carefully arranged the mourning hall, and Ma Youtang, who was in the center of the mourning hall, was isolated.Pieces of white filled the mourning hall, and Ma Youtang closed his eyes impatiently, feeling that every star of white was reminding him that Wang Yixi would never return to his side.

So he sent Wang Yixi to finish this last journey, but he couldn't do it.

The arranged mourning hall was messed up, Ma Youtang drove away the servants, looked at the mirrors in the mourning hall that were said to be able to trap the souls of the dead, and only saw his own lonely soul from there.

"Fool." A vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded from the mourning hall where there was no second person.The mirror facing Ma Youtang suddenly swayed, and the old Taoist priest with white beard and hair suddenly walked out of the mirror. "Are you willing to risk your life?"

"A solid wish."

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Everything is in place at this moment.

As long as it is possible, I would rather not recover my memory, and I would rather be an outsider who stays out of the matter and watch the joys and sorrows of the people in the play.I don't want a first week that ends in tragedy.

No sorrow, no joy.All kinds of emotions were stuffed in his chest and mixed together, and finally dissipated like a cloud of smoke.I looked at Brother Tang, and finally understood what caused those emotional disturbances and pain loss.The man leaning on the coffin even thought about the things that would happen a few lifetimes later for me. He saved the old Taoist priest from all the suffering I might have endured, but only left him alone.

Fate changed suddenly, and the blessings accumulated in several generations are all gone now.The old Taoist took this as a deal and gave Brother Tang a possibility to rewrite the past.

Being able to see the "Shemale" chapter in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" before dying is not at all a great luck that happened before crossing the book, but an opportunity to go back to the past.If Pu Songling hadn't written the old things he heard into the book, if I hadn't read the "Shemale" chapter... Brother Tang Yi's fate is just a bamboo basket.

Fortunately, what is lost is what is gained.

It's just that the income was not as expected.The second week is still not complete.

The soul was involved in the world of "Strange Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", but the remnant soul of brother Tang still stayed in the original world, waiting to rewrite the fate with me again.

The voice of the old Taoist gradually drifted away, and the figure of the old Taoist standing in front of Brother Tang became fainter and fainter. Before the figure of the old Taoist disappeared completely, the old Taoist's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted for a moment, and looked towards me. direction it seems.

"Go back."

The surrounding scenery receded rapidly, and dense forests of weeds grew crazily from the ground, and once again, it was that dense forest again.But at this time, the person carrying Wang Xueqing no longer had white hair like when I met him before.

——The old Taoist disappeared after letting me finish what he wanted me to see.

After running around for too long, the man's bun was already messed up.A few strands of black and white mixed hair fluttered with the breeze generated by the man running, scratching the face of the person behind him.The person who was carried on the back by that person was still lying on the person's body without moving.

The moonlight passed through the tree shadows, reflecting the blood stains on the humanitarian robe.

Drops of blood dripped from the corner of the man's clothes into the weeds. The man cursed something, then loosened his hands and threw the man on his back to the ground.

A mole grew impartially on the right side of the lip corner of the person who was thrown away. It was exactly the food mole that Pu Songling said would herald good luck.

Wang Xueqing.

The no longer pulsating piece of meat is sandwiched between the everted flesh, and the blood gushing out from the unbroken blood vessels connected to the meat piece is continuously coagulated and covered by the new blood gushing out, covering the skin and clothes long ago. The original color of the skirt.The cut skirt had sucked enough blood and stuck to the flesh, the blood flowed through the skirt and flowed into the weeds, and then crawled along the weeds in a trance, over the shoes and socks, and onto the underwear, sticky and greasy sticky hands.

The hot and humid touch clings to every inch of skin like a leech, and I rubbed my fingers unbearably, and a cold sweat broke out between my fingers.

Most of Wang Xueqing's heart was ripped out of her body, but Wang Xueqing's face was strangely filled with joy and peace of mind, as if she was about to welcome something that would make her happy.

The smell of blood drifted out from Wang Xueqing's body, and the smell of rust seemed to pour straight into her mouth.Apart from me, the ones who were given the smell of rust were Wang Shanmin who rushed here with Brother Tang on his back.

"I fell down suddenly..." Wang Shanmin fell silent halfway through his words. He carried Brother Tang on his back and walked a few steps forward as if he had lost his soul. Deng immediately slid off his back.

I hugged Brother Tang before he fell to the ground, hugging his empty shell.

Wang Xueqing didn't know what sorcery was performed by that demon, and she was cut open to death in a daze.Once Wang Xueqing dies, brother Tang will definitely lose his life because of the death of the characters in the fast-travel reminder, and then use someone else's shell to resurrect him.

The brother Tang in my arms, just as I expected, stopped breathing and had no heartbeat, and perfectly avoided my anger.