Ghost Town

Chapter 19

Ji Dongcheng looked at Mo Xiaofeng with unspeakable sorrow, joy, anger and distress in his clear eyes.

Is it my illusion... Mo Xiaofeng stared blankly at those soft yet fierce eyes approaching, and the soft flesh stuck to his lips.

"East--"

Ji Dongcheng took the opportunity to cover his lips, and a steady stream of blue air flowed into Mo Xiaofeng's mouth.

"Dongcheng..." Mo Xiaofeng felt terrified, there was an inexplicable force swimming in his body, scurrying around, black aura radiated from Mo Xiaofeng's body, Ji Dongcheng lay on Mo Xiaofeng's shoulder On the bed, panting lightly, Mo Xiaofeng's eyes opened as big as light bulbs, and he felt Ji Dongcheng's breathing on his neck rhythmically, lightly, itchy.

"Dongcheng..."

No one responded.

"Dongcheng..."

"I'm here."

Mo Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"This time it's trickier."

"what?"

"ghost."

"Uh... which time is not tricky?"

"For you, ghosts are terrifying power bodies, but this time is different." Ji Dongcheng raised his face and pressed it against Mo Xiaofeng's ear, "Listen to me, and go back after a period of cultivation."

"Can--"

"Listen to me." Ji Dongcheng frowned, remembering the scene of being teased and threatened by her just now, he was very unhappy. She hadn't transferred the force field, otherwise her power would be more than that, it should still be there. School!

Mo Xiaofeng felt itching in his ears, and a numbness on one side of his body.But one hand was infused with fluid, and the other hand was pressed by a heavy body, making it impossible for him to push him away.

"What's wrong?"

"itch……"

Ji Dongcheng didn't get up, but buried his head in Mo Xiaofeng's neck and stopped talking.

"Er..." Well, Mo Xiaofeng didn't know what to say, what a beautiful person does is right, not to mention he seemed to be saving himself just now, right?However, why is it mouth to mouth? Is there no other way?What is delivered?Is this guy really an ordinary person...

Mocheng in the dark night is shrouded in a depressive atmosphere, struggling to breathe, occasionally accompanied by a few groans, gradually disappearing in the pain that no one tells.

Mo Xiaofeng lay quietly on the bed, feeling a stream of cool spring water flowing from the depths of his heart, nourishing his dry thoughts and barren soul, and at the same time diluting his blood, a wave of enthusiasm in his weak breathing Slowly dissipate.

From childhood to adulthood, his parents seldom stayed by his side, and he was the only one in the room dodging those haunting ghosts around.Except for every summer, he can go to this fringe town to accompany his grandfather to study the secrets of summer nights. They go to the suburbs to catch fireflies together, lie on the roof together to recognize stars, chat and read books together. The days with grandpa are warm and happy. This is the reason why Mo Xiaofeng returned to Mocheng this time. His parents will spend many years abroad with work and travel. The ghosts in the house frighten the lonely Mo Xiaofeng. It might be different here, he knew that he would protect him, just like he gave Xiaofeng infinite courage when he stroked his immature face and smiled charmingly before leaving.

During the few years when his grandfather passed away, Mo Xiaofeng stayed in the city because of sadness and studies, but who ever wanted to come back again, Mocheng is no longer the Mocheng that Mo Xiaofeng knew.Everything became strange and boring because of grandpa's departure. If it wasn't for the appearance of Ji Dongcheng, Mo Xiaofeng really didn't know how to face those horrible things and the infinite loneliness in his heart.

Thin cracks were rubbing on the ceiling. Mo Xiaofeng, who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, noticed that his pupils had converged into perfect hole shapes, and his tightened abdomen and tight breathing made him feel a little dizzy. Dizzy, eyes glanced along the crack, and found that it began to split vertically downwards, and slowly, the wall directly in front began to move to the two sides, and the swishing cold wind blew from the crack that was getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, a blue hand stretched out and slapped the wall on one side.

Mo Xiaofeng's head slowly retracted into the quilt, only two eyes were exposed, staring at those hands, but he didn't know that there was also a hand stretched out from the same position on the top of his head, on the opposite side of the wall , touching his soft hair.

The swishing cold wind kept blowing against Mo Xiaofeng's forehead, his red mouth opened and closed like a fish spitting bubbles, and a disgusting stench came out of that mouth.It was struggling to squeeze out the festering blue body from the wall at the head of the bed, while a rotting corpse with mutilated limbs struggled out of the wall in front and rushed towards the bed.

Mo Xiaofeng couldn't scream anymore, his whole body just kept shaking, his brain began to collapse, he couldn't think of anything, his brain was churning with all his strength, he couldn't even feel the nausea, slowly, the voices of the world began to The ear dies.

Go to sleep... sleep and you will be relieved... you will never see them again... no more pain...

The sharp scream was very long but far away. Mo Xiaofeng felt in his consciousness that it was not his own cry, but the sharp pain was like the voice of their undead. However, Mo Xiaofeng's whole body had already stiffened. The hands of the quilt slowly loosen with a smile, the body is falling down, everything will go away...

Xiaofeng!Ji Dongcheng lifted the quilt and looked at Mo Xiaofeng who was like a puppet. His clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and he slapped his face hard.Mo Xiaofeng!Mo Xiaofeng!

The terrified eyes gradually faded, and Ji Dongcheng was among the people who pinched him in a panic.

"Ghost King, this child is hopeless."

"nonsense!"

"Ghost King—"

"His soul hasn't been separated yet, he still has warmth, no way!" Ji Dongcheng pinched Mo Xiaofeng's mouth, looked at that face that had no love for him, closed his eyes and pressed his lips close.Strands of blue air flow began to convey.

You die like this, worthless.This king does not accept worthless souls, and this king will never allow you to tell him where I am, no!

"Ghost King, even if you use divine power to transport him, it will only help him get rid of the evil spirit, and it will not be able to reshape the life of the deceased."

He didn't die, he was just attacked by vengeful spirits. As long as I drive away their temptation to him, he will break free and come back.Ji Dongcheng retorted with his heart language.

I really don't know what's so good about that human being, no matter what you do, you don't have to bother so much.

Didn't I say that?If he enters the underworld after his death, his memories during his lifetime will reveal my whereabouts.

Then don't let the impermanent ghosts hook his soul?

Do you want him to be a ghost?If so, what's the use of hell?

amount……

He is kind by nature, but timid. The wandering journey is not suitable for him. Maybe he will be used by other ghosts. What's more, the unknown forces are in need of these souls. How can I let this happen.

Ghost King, don't you think you are too kind to this child?Rescuing him again and again has already violated the principles of the underworld.When he went back to the classroom to pick up his books, he was facing the death of soul deprivation, but you saved him, and you treated him——

Ji Dongcheng's eyes widened, and he slowly straightened up.

The subordinates should be damned!Your decision should not be questioned.

No, you are right, he is to me...Ji Dongcheng looked at the quiet Mo Xiaofeng, because I feel pity, sympathy or because of his kindness...

"Cough! Uh—" Mo Xiaofeng turned over and coughed up a pool of black blood.