go with the demon

"What should we do now?" Shu Li asked in a low voice.

Han Ting scratched his chin and replied, "Do it directly."

"Directly?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and saw the man next to him suddenly jump down, knocking out Li Yantan with a knife in his hand, and then separated the man and the ghost with a barrier, and the lost anger stopped immediately.

The ghost in costume didn't feel anything about it, he just stood there staring into the distance without moving.

Shu Li ran down the steps, stood beside Han Ting, and looked at the ghost suspiciously: "Can't he see us?"

Han Ting frowned slightly and said, "There's something wrong with this soul."

"where?"

"I'm not very clear, it's a kind of intuition." Han Ting walked up to the soul, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, the other was like a blind person, his pupils did not change at all.

"He doesn't seem to have a thought, nor does he retain his own consciousness." The man was uncertain.

"But, besides him, the one who saved Li Yantan, there shouldn't be another person around here, uh, a ghost." Shu Li walked to Li Yantan's side and guessed, "Does Li Yantan have anything to do with this ghost?"

"I have another idea," Han Ting walked back to the boy, "But it's a bit troublesome to be sure."

"trouble?"

The man lowered his head to Shuli's ear and whispered something. The young man thought for a while and replied, "Let me do it. If it's really what you said, it happens that Li Yantan's personal factors can also be ruled out."

Han Ting hesitated for a while, took a step back, took a breath, and said nervously, "Then I'll start. If you really feel uncomfortable, tap my wrist."

The boy nodded.

Han Ting withdrew the barrier, and suddenly raised his arm, holding Shu Li's neck with his hand, and he stiffly gathered the strength in his hand.

"...It's okay, use a little force, I'm not good at acting." After a long time, Han Ting's hand was at most touching the boy's neck, and there was still a long way to go before "pinching", let alone "quick!" strangled".

In fact, he was [-]% sure that he would not hurt Shu Li's life, but even so, he still couldn't, couldn't go...

The boy sighed, put his hands on the back of the man's hands, and slammed his neck. As long as he kept his trachea closed and unable to breathe, he would slowly suffocate due to lack of oxygen, and he didn't need to keep exerting himself.

Shu Li tried his best to control the strength of his conditioned reflex struggle. If he could control it, it meant that he was still conscious. Just when he felt that the lack of oxygen was unbearable, Han Ting suddenly let go of his hand.

The young man saw it, and the ghost who was standing at the side stood behind him at some point, and slowly withdrew his beautiful almost transparent fingers.

Han Ting only felt that when he was touched just now, the back of his hand seemed to be torn apart. This soul was actually stronger than he imagined.

The soul didn't seem to realize what he had done, and floated back to the original place, standing there like a statue just like before.

"It seems that Xuexue guessed right, he didn't want to save Li Yantan out of kindness, he just wanted to prevent people from dying here." Shu Li rubbed his neck, feeling so bad that he couldn't breathe.

Han Ting didn't answer him, Shu Li couldn't help but look back at the man with a painful expression: "What's wrong?"

The man came over, hugged the young man gently, his lips stuck to the young man's neck, and licked it like a puppy, leaving a faint red mark: "Don't let me do this kind of thing again, I feel very sorry sad."

Shu Li was slightly taken aback, and finally realized what a cruel request he had made, and also realized how important he was to Han Ting so clearly.

"I'm sorry, there won't be a next time." The boy raised his hand and touched the man's head: "I promise."

"Don't move, I'll help you get rid of the strangle marks." Han Ting bent down and carefully licked the red marks on the boy's neck.

His movements are very light and have no other meaning, just like the movements of animals licking their wounds.Shu Li stood there blankly, the warmth almost captured all his senses, his body seemed to be electrified, and an inexplicable numbness spread from head to toe.

"Okay." Han Ting checked again to confirm that the young man's neck had returned to fairness, then he straightened up and cut off Shu Li's angry flow with the barrier.

"Uh, um, good." Shu Li was a little awkward, deliberately walked towards the ghost, pretending to study this strange soul: "Why is he like this?"

Han Ting followed, thought for a while and explained: "The soul stays in the world either because of resentment or obsession, but no matter what it is, if it stays for too long, it will lose its consciousness."

"Souls swallowed by resentment will turn into ghosts, and those left in the world because of obsessions will form different wandering souls due to different obsessions." The man paused: "For example, if a person dies of starvation, if he is right Food is full of very strong emotions, and after becoming a ghost, it will keep looking for food and eating it, and will not re-enter the cycle until it is satisfied."

"However, the longer the stay, the greater the damage to the soul. In order to maintain the integrity of the soul, they will instinctively absorb the vitality around them. This soul has encountered Li Yantan before to save people, so when Li Yantan appears at a distance that can steal the vitality, He will start smoking unconsciously." Han Ting sighed: "However, whether it is intentional or unintentional, it can't change the fact that it hurts innocent people."

"Then, what exactly is his obsession?" Shu Li looked at the soul staring into the distance with some doubts: "If he can be reincarnated, it can not only solve Li Yantan's problem, but also help him. It's the best of both worlds."

"Maybe, you can try it." Han Ting said, "Didn't you feel it when there were accidents a few times before?"

"Okay." The boy agreed without any hesitation.

"Aren't you worried about your own safety?" Han Ting felt a little helpless to the young man's cheerful answer.

"If there is danger, Xuexue will definitely not let me go, will she?" Shu Li turned around and smiled, raised his hand and touched the soul's heart with his palm.

In an instant, a large piece of memory fragments flooded into the boy's mind.

The name of this soul is Pei Jingwen, a low-level actor, living in an era where there is no tomorrow at any time.

Pei Jingwen was an orphan. He was bought and raised by the owner of the theater when he was a child.Although he always sings Tsing Yi, but Pei Jingwen is full of passion and fearless.

After the Japanese army came in, they did not kill him, but invited him to sing in their own army. Pei Jingwen got into their car despite the insults of the common people.

Pei Jingwen went there with the intention of dying together. He used the excuse of performing to have people arrange a lot of curtains on and off the stage. The torch set fire to the house.

In the flames, he saw the flustered, howling and writhing Japanese soldiers laughing happily. Someone picked up a gun and shot at him. Pei Jingwen stood on the stage with his head held high. Even if he died, he would die with dignity. .

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, Pei Jingwen only felt that the person was already on the hillside outside the town.Standing in front of him was a man, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, with black hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

"Who are you?" Pei Jingwen asked, "A monster?"

Otherwise, he couldn't think of why he could be rescued.

The man seemed to find it interesting, and replied: "Yes, I am a monster, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not even afraid of death, what monsters are I afraid of?" Pei Jingwen ran in front of the man: "I haven't seen what a monster looks like yet?"

What came into view was a face as gentle as jade, not particularly beautiful, but it made people feel very comfortable and endearing.

"See you now?" The man smiled slightly: "Before the monster and after the monster, is that what humans call their savior!"

"You didn't say what your name is?" Pei Jingwen retorted.

The man looked at the embarrassed Pei Jingwen in front of him, and said softly, "Just call me Jiu Ye."

"Master Ninth? Are you the ninth child at home?" Pei Jingwen walked in: "Why did you save me?"

The man walked slowly towards the mountain: "You sing very well."

A hint of cunning flashed in Pei Jingwen's eyes, and he followed the man in small steps: "Then, I will sing for you every day, can you help me beat devils?"

Master Jiu didn't stop: "No, I can't interfere with human affairs."

"You saved me, obviously you have interfered."

"To be precise, I can't kill people." Master Jiu explained patiently.

Pei Jingwen stopped, pondered for a while, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.He didn't follow Master Jiu any more, and sneaked back into the town.He took off his costume, changed into inconspicuous clothes, spent a lot of money to buy guns and bullets, and squatted in places frequented by Japanese soldiers, holding the mentality that killing one would not be a loss, and killing two would make a profit, and The group of devils risked their lives.

Whenever his life was in danger, Master Jiu would come out to save him. After being rescued, Pei Jingwen would change into a costume and sing a verse for the man, and then continue to run back to fight for his life.

This kind of life lasted for two full years, the Japanese army signed the instrument of surrender, and Pei Jingwen also lived a legend.

On the day the victory was declared, Master Jiu and Pei Jingwen sat on the top of the mountain, each with a wine jar.

"It's over, you don't need me either." Master Jiu smiled.

He originally wanted to help, but because of the rules and his own practice, he could only watch.But he didn't expect that at the beginning, he just wanted to save an actor he admired, and it would develop like this in the end.

People have their own algorithm of karma and reincarnation. In this case, Pei Jingwen, as long as there is no blood of innocent people on his hands, the judgment in the underworld will not be too serious.

Hearing Master Jiu's words, Pei Jingwen couldn't help but put down the wine jar: "If I need it, will you let me follow you? I can sing for you forever."

"Why did you follow a monster?" Master Jiu was puzzled.

Pei Jingwen's face was flushed, and he didn't notice that the wine jars had fallen to the ground. He leaned his back against the man's back, and his usually bright eyes were full of confusion: "But now, the only one I know is you."