Ghost System [Rebirth]

The old ghost stood beside Zhan Yu, with a pair of shoes soaked in a pool of blood.He reached out and touched Zhan Yu's arm, then on Zhan Yu's neck, touched the blood from the wound on his throat, and asked, "Have you slowed down? Do it again."

His tone was indifferent, turning a blind eye to the trembling state of the person in front of him because he touched the flesh and blood of the wound.

Zhan Yu was so painful that he almost fainted.He fainted several times and woke up on his own several times.The most fatal was the knife wound on his throat and left chest. The air seemed to be squeezed into the wound. The pain made him tremble all over and he couldn't speak.These two wounds were made by himself, and he has done this many times, and he is very accurate.In the past, this kind of wound usually healed on its own within ten minutes, or he would control the speed of wound healing when performing tasks, but he had never lost as much blood as he did today.

In the almost unbearable pain and trance, Zhan Yu vaguely understood one thing.

His body does heal itself, but if he loses too much blood in a short period of time, he will be debilitated.In a weakened state, the body's ability to recover is much less than usual.

He felt again in his heart, ah, finally solved an unsolved mystery.He knew how to really kill himself.

There is a kind of happiness that I don't know how to describe.

Zhan Yu ignored the old ghost, he raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the villain on the wooden table.

The shrimp dumpling was sobbing that it fell completely limp on the table.It frantically tried to break through the magic circle, its face and body were covered with burnt wounds.There was no blood oozing from the wound, only a trace of black mist composed of extremely fine particles.

That's right, Fang Yi died a long time ago.

Zhan Yu opened his mouth, he wanted to ask Shrimp Dumpling, is this enough for me, he... can you forgive me?After dying so many times, can I give you back my life?

The old ghost picked up the hard object in his hand and slapped Zhan Yu on the head.Zhan Yu lowered his head limply again, his chest heaving for a moment.

"It's already here, why don't you come down and chat?"; the old ghost raised his head leisurely, and smiled at the two people on the roof.

Fang Yi was so angry and furious that he wanted to jump off, but Ye Han held onto him so firmly that he couldn't move.

Zhan Yu will die! "Fang Yi yelled at him, "This is a fucking pervert!" "

The old ghost didn't lose his temper when he scolded him, and looked at Fang Yi with a bulging veins with a smile on his face.By his side, after only a few minutes, Zhan Yu had already moved again.

He was dizzy badly, but knew he was alive again.Fang Yi's angry reprimand sounded in his ears, which gave him a headache.

A thin black figure slowly stood up at his feet, with a face very similar to his.The black figure looked at him expressionlessly, turned around and walked through the door, and walked out unsteadily.

Ye Han insisted on not allowing Fang Yi to go down.He stared at the old ghost and the furnishings in the room vigilantly, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Wait, what's on that wooden table?" Ye Han said.

Just as the old ghost was about to answer, a blur suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The good-for-nothing who had been silently listening to their conversation suddenly rushed in.

It was extremely fast, and when the old ghost and Fang Yi and Ye Han realized what it was doing, it had already landed on the wooden table.

A magic circle that can trap imps is useless against divine beasts.The waste wood has raised its paw and waved fiercely at the wooden table before it has settled down.

The white clay pot fell and shattered completely with a crash.

At the same time, the traces of pale gold on the wooden table disappeared.

The old ghost was shocked for a moment, and immediately reached out to grab the shrimp dumplings.

His five-finger-shaped hand just now changed into a hideous appearance in an instant, with chapped skin and spikes protruding from the inside.

Shrimp dumplings wiped their face and quickly rolled under the table.The old ghost horrified and smashed the table.

The broken pieces splashed everywhere, and Zhan Yu was about to call for shrimp dumplings, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Han and Fang Yi had already opened the skylight on the roof and jumped down together.

As soon as Fu landed, Fang Yi saw a faint white light rushing towards him from the other side of the table.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the old ghost suddenly roared and rushed towards him.

However, the speed of the shrimp dumpling was actually faster than him.It hit Fang Yi's chest heavily, and then fell limply to the ground.

Ye Han caught it, and suddenly realized that what he was holding was just an empty shell.

He turned his head in surprise, and saw Fang Yi's dumbfounded expression, his eyes glazed over.

Ye Han's heart sank: the soul fragments from Xia Jiao's body had already entered Fang Yi's body.

Ye Han didn't know that part of the soul of Xia Jiao came from the original owner of the body in front of him, so he subconsciously threw away the things in his hand and supported Fang Yi.

Waste Chai had already transformed into a real body, grabbed the shrimp dumpling, and then stood in front of Fang Yi Zhan Yu, preventing the old ghost from approaching.

The old ghost's strangely shaped hand slowly returned to the appearance of a human hand.He smiled at Ye Han gently: "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"This is someone we know." Ye Han pointed at Zhan Yu with his eyes, "Don't go too far."

"But he didn't die." The old ghost said softly, "I can't remember how many times I have bled, but he just didn't die. It's amazing, right? Why do you have such a physique? "

The last sentence passed the white tiger who was staring at him viciously, and he said it to Zhan Yu.

Zhan Yu closed his eyes and remained silent.Now that a helper came and Xia Dumpling was out of danger again, he had no intention of participating in their affairs, and only cared about breathing slowly, waiting for the various wounds on his body to heal.Several places were cut several times one after another, very deep, and he trembled slightly in pain as he healed.

Seeing that Zhan Yu ignored it, the old ghost had no choice but to talk to himself.

"Your parents are very problematic. No, it should be said that your mother is very problematic." The old ghost said, "It is impossible for a human being to combine with a human being to give birth to a strange thing like you."

Zhan Yu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He remembered that he was injured many times when he was a child, and his father was very concerned at first, but then he looked completely indifferent and indifferent.

It's really strange to think about it now.However, even if what the old ghost said is true, it is not a human being who jointly created such a freak like him with his mother, and there is no fluctuation for Zhan Yu.

He doesn't blame him, and he doesn't appreciate him.He may have been a little curious about him when he heard such words before, but now he is completely indifferent.Because of the severe pain these past few days, he wished he could die immediately.In the past, he was full of curiosity and gratitude for this body, and even extremely proud; however, the pain was so extreme that he couldn't get rid of it, which really tortured him to the point of collapse.

"In the mountains around Lanzhong Town, there are many monsters that can take human form. Don't you want to know, which monster is your real father?" the old ghost asked him.

Zhan Yu has recovered a lot at this time, and the wound on his throat has finally healed. He whispered back: "I'm not interested."

The old ghost chuckled.

"Then are you interested in your little things?" the old ghost said, "You should know another thing, he has Fang Yi's memory."

Zhan Yu finally opened his eyes.

"Souls can send messages to each other." The old ghost said leisurely, "How does it feel, isn't it interesting?"

Fang Yi stood beside Ye Han.The old ghost's words entered his ears, and he understood what he was talking about, but his consciousness was very unclear.Ye Han kept holding his hand tightly, and whispered in his ear how he was doing.

"It's okay...I...I saw Zhan Yu..." Fang Yi also answered him in a low voice.

Ye Han looked at him in surprise, not quite understanding what it meant.

"Zhan Yu is different from now. I... I know who Xia Dumpling is..." Fang Yi's expression turned out to be a little sad.

The moment the shrimp dumpling hit him, something warm and familiar flowed into his chest.Fang Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then various strange scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

This is very similar to the situation where he entered the memory of other spirit bodies, but it is very different.This time he didn't take the initiative to approach anyone, but those memories crowded in front of his eyes with a rather domineering attitude.

Fang Yi couldn't tell whether it was someone else's memory or his own.It was too clear: Zhan Yu was sitting in the middle of the hall, holding a fruit knife in his hand, with the blade on his wrist.The afternoon sun shone behind him through the thin curtains, outlining his shadow.

"No...don't do this, please, Zhan Yu..." Fang Yi heard his own voice trembling and begging.

Unmoved, Zhan Yu took a few pieces of clothes from the side and folded them together, placing them under his wrists.

"How much blood will you die?" Zhan Yu asked him, "You checked the information before, what do you say?"

"I don't know... Zhan Yu, we have other ways, we don't need to do this..." Fang Yi knelt beside him, tightly holding his knife hand.

Zhan Yu broke free easily: "This method is the easiest. If you don't want to help me, I will do it myself."

Fang Yi was so excited that his breath was unsteady: "Then you go back to your home and do it! It doesn't matter how many times you stab yourself!"

"No." Zhan Yu smiled, "I just want to torture you."

Fang Yi was shaking with anger.His heart was sad and blocked, he almost wanted to punch the face of the person in front of him, but he couldn't bear it.

The knife eventually cut into the wrist.Blood gushed out from between the blade and the skin, rolled down the wrist, and seeped into several layers of clothes.Zhan Yu gritted his teeth and endured the pain.After a moment's pause, he moved the knife, pulling the wound wider.

The blood flowed more and more.He let go of the hand holding the knife, and the fruit knife fell to the ground with a clang.Zhan Yu tightly held Fang Yi's with his free hand. Fang Yi could feel him trembling, but there was nothing he could do but keep comforting him.

"Fang Yi...Fang Yi..." Zhan Yu's eyes were a little distracted, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if smiling, "I have no one...I only have you..."

"Yes, yes." Fang Yi held his cold, trembling hand between his palms and pressed it against his cheek, "I know, I know...stop talking, I know..."

He had a dark thought in his mind.Zhan Yu would only say such things to himself when he was injured and weak.As soon as he returned to normal, he immediately uttered all kinds of words that could make him uncomfortable.It's better to stay like this forever... Fang Yi thought this way, and realized sadly that he was already sick.

However, the bleeding soon stopped.The wound cut by the thin blade has healed on its own, and Zhan Yu lost a bout of blood, but he did not die.

He was extremely tired, so he simply leaned his head on the sofa and sighed.

"It hurts to death." He laughed and said slowly, "Can you come next time? I didn't strike hard enough myself."

"I can't." Fang Yi said, "You know... I can't do anything to you."

Zhan Yu laughed again, withdrew his hand from Fang Yi's palm, and said coldly, "I don't know. I don't understand."

Fang Yi has been kneeling beside him and looking at him.Because Zhan Yu was too tired, he quickly fell asleep on the sofa, his sweaty hair hanging down his forehead.Fang Yi gently brushed away the hair that covered his eyebrows, and stared at him for a while.He took a wet towel and helped Zhan Yu wipe the blood off his wrist.Seeing that Zhan Yu was in a deep sleep and didn't respond, Fang Yi lowered his head, stuck out his tongue tremblingly, and licked all the dry or wet blood on his wrist little by little.