Correct posture of masochism [system]

"Qin Zhihan hurried back from other places, didn't even go back to his own home, went all the way to the villa without touching the ground, when he saw the man squatting in the flower garden watering, his eyes widened for a moment. I don't know how many women's Danfengyan.

"Are you all right?"

"What can I do?" Jiang Yu asked back, he was holding a water bottle and spraying it back and forth on the succulents in the big wooden basin, and he didn't know why Shao Ze liked this kind of gadgets, so he bought a lot of them.

Qin Zhihan choked, stared at his pale face for a while, then took a breath, "Believe it or not, as long as you walk on the street, you will be regarded as a terminally ill patient."

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, "I fell ill a few days ago."

"I know." Qin Zhihan still stared at him, "It's the hospital I sent you to."

Then what?People are gone.

"Brother, Mr. Jiang, can you tell me how you walked out of the hospital in a coma?" Qin Zhihan grabbed back his neat short hair, "Okay, just treat it as if you were later Wake up, can you tell me how you disappeared from the camera?"

"Don't tell me, you know magic?" Qin Zhihan didn't smile.

Jiang Yu finished watering the last pot of sunflowers slowly, put the kettle on the small table, took out half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, there was a metal ding, and a cluster of orange flames sprang up from the cigarette end.

He took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "Zhihan, do you believe in fate?"

"I don't believe it." Qin Zhihan's words were duplicity. In fact, he had probably believed to the point of becoming obsessed. Fate was only eight strokes, but it trapped everyone's life.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes and laughed out loud, "One?"

Qin Zhihan took one and lit it, smoked a few times, looked around, as if he had made a decision, suddenly rushed over to hug Jiang Yu, hugged his head and kissed him.

This scene happened so fast that Jiang Yu didn't even have time to react. The cigarette in his mouth shook, and a handful of ash fell down, but it didn't fall on Qin Zhihan's body. The boy's shoulders.

Qin Zhihan fell to the ground in fright, not knowing whether it was because of the young man's appearance out of thin air, or because the other party was too close to his brother.

Shao Ze took out a tissue and vigorously wiped Jiang Yu's hair, his voice was cold, "There will be no next time."

Jiang Yu's eyes flashed, a little surprised, this was the first time anyone other than him saw it.

Qin Zhihan's breathing was rapid, he knew that this young man was not joking, he looked pale and weak, but it made him feel great fear and threat.

"I don't know who you are?" Qin Zhihan swallowed dryly, "If you keep pestering him, you will kill him."

Shao Ze frowned, as if he still felt uncomfortable, he went back to the room and took a pair of scissors, and cut off Jiang Yu's lock of hair, and then the corners of his lips curled up in satisfaction.

Qin Zhihan was dumbfounded.

Jiang Yu rubbed his nose, but he was much calmer, he just had to cut off his scalp as well.

Seeing that the young man ignored him, Qin Zhihan got up from the ground, he couldn't help but looked at the young man's feet, but there were no shadows.

With the scorching sun above his head, Qin Zhihan was forced to break out in a cold sweat.

Didn't it mean that ghosts can't stand under the sun?

Shao Ze rubbed his chin on Jiang Yu's shoulder, circling his arms, announcing that this man was his with an absolutely domineering gesture.

Seeing Jiang Yu's "I'm used to it" expression on his face, Qin Zhihan felt that he was crazy.

The next day he came again, followed by a monk.

"Master, you must send him away." Qin Zhihan secretly whispered in the monk's ear.

Although the intention was good, Jiang Yu felt that Qin Zhihan was courting death.

Shao Ze tidied up the candy wrappers in his hand, glanced at the monk lightly, and stood up to pour water.

The monk didn't care about being despised. He sat on the ground cross-legged and dug out a few strange-shaped things from his cloth bag, and arranged them in weird patterns.

Shao Ze's back tensed imperceptibly, and he handed the water glass to Jiang Yu, and sat beside him, with one hand casually around his waist.

"The underworld doesn't belong to you." The monk was surprised, pointing out a crazy fact in an affirmative tone, "You don't belong to this world."

Qin Zhihan immediately went to see Shao Ze, and then Jiang Yu, both of them had calm expressions.

Qin Zhihan realized that he was crazier than yesterday, and the world was in chaos.

"Jiang...Jiang Yu...what the hell is going on? Traveling through time and space?" Love?

Jiang Yu stroked the rim of the water glass with his fingers, and remained silent.

This thing is longer than the bindings, what shall I say?

Said that he suddenly appeared in a strange world one day, and a system claiming to be 000 suddenly appeared and said that he would take him across and fly him.

Then complete the task and say goodbye manually, and go to the next world to continue the task.

And the boy next to him was the one he accidentally touched?

"Do you play online games?" Jiang Yu asked.

Qin Zhihan nodded.

"Have you ever entered a dungeon, cleared the level all the way, but accidentally provoked a hidden boss?"

"No." Qin Zhihan rolled his eyes, "Isn't that an idiot?"

Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, and he silently accepted the title of idiot.

"Why are you telling me this?" Qin Zhihan realized later.

Just as Jiang Yu was about to speak, he heard the voice of the monk who had been ignored all the time.

"No, you're not a ghost!" The monk looked directly at Shao Ze, his color suddenly changed, his pupils constricted, revealing shock and confusion, as well as a trace of fear of unknown existence.

Not a ghost, could it be a human?Qin Zhihan looked at the monk who had been talking nonsense since he came in with disappointed eyes, and said he was an expert, so Bai asked him to make a special trip.

Anyone with eyes can tell that the kid has no shadow, is elusive, and has a dead air that crawled out of the coffin.

It's strange to say that he didn't find out the identity of this monk, as if it appeared out of nowhere, it was too suspicious, Qin Zhihan had a blood stasis in his chest, and he actually believed it.

Jiang Yu keenly noticed that the fingertips of the hand resting on his waist moved, and he was no longer calm.

The information given by 000 mentioned that Shao Ze had died a long time ago, Jiang Yu suddenly lowered his eyelids, who is lying?

"No, no, no!" The monk scratched his bald head with both palms, and he muttered in confusion, "What's wrong..."

After Qin Zhihan left with the monk, Shao Ze sat on the sofa, propped his legs on his elbows, looked straight at the whitewashed wall, and exuded a chilly aura around him.

Jiang Yu in the study didn't have time to investigate, he had more doubts than anyone else.

What the monk said as he left reminded him that things were not all inevitable.

Maybe you thought it would be like that, but in the end you found out that it was another way, which caught you off guard.

The expression on Jiang Yu's face was obscured by the lingering smoke, maybe he had been in a misunderstanding before.

If Shao is not a ghost, as the monk said, why was he the only one who could see him?

Able to cross worlds, like a ghost...

There is another question, where did his Yangshou go?

Jiang Yu's furrowed brows were filled with gloom.

Only 000 can give him the answer.

He smashed the newly bought ashtray in the study, smoked a pack of cigarettes, Jiang Yu half-closed his eyes, and the person on the sofa in the living room disappeared.

The monk who had just returned to his residence turned his head to look behind him. He put away the cloth bag and straightened his worn robe.

"Since you're here, come in and have a cup of tea."

A silhouette gradually emerged in the corner, and the monk pushed the teacup over, "I don't have the answer you want here."

Shao Ze took a sip of herbal tea and waited for the next sentence.

"You are neither human nor ghost." The monk said slowly.

Shao Ze frowned, "I am indeed dead."

He can still clearly feel the sticky blood on his face, as well as the whole process of the man being frightened to death by him.

"I don't know about that." The monk said irresponsibly, "There are always things in the world that we cannot comprehend."

"Like a monkey jumping out of a rock." The monk smiled.

Shao Ze shot his cold eyes sideways, and said quietly, "So?"

"Just kidding." The monk coughed.

"He's dying." Shao Ze's voice didn't fluctuate, as if he was explaining an unimportant matter, but his teeth were bloodshot.

"It has nothing to do with you." The monk pondered for a moment, "His life and death have already been clearly registered in the underworld. He was 32 years old when he died. He fell to his death at 44:[-] pm on October [-]th."

In other words, there are less than two months to live.

"He has made a contract with me." Shao Ze put down his teacup.

Hearing the words, the monk raised his eyes suddenly, and his eyes stopped on the chest of the young man opposite him. He shook his head.

"You are too obsessed, it's a disaster."

Even if it is a disaster, it cannot be removed, unless the heart is removed.

"Once he dies, he will go to the 300th floor of hell and suffer the pain of burning for 300 years before being reincarnated. You can't be with him." The monk secretly wondered, how much evil did he suffer after [-] years of suffering?

Could something be wrong?

Shao Ze's eyelashes drooped, his white fingers clenched tightly and plunged into his palm, the blood oozing out in different shades, "Is there any way to change his fate?"

During this period of time, he went to the underworld many times. He thought that if the contract was [-]%, he would be inextricably linked with that man in the next life, and they could continue on.

Unexpectedly, things did not develop according to his expectations, the ghost who was in charge of the book of life and death had already been beaten by him and hid.

"Yes." The monk's expression was somewhat unpredictable.

He put his fingers into the teacup, dipped in the tea and wrote a word on the table.

Shao Ze wandered outside for a long time, standing in the square where he often came with Jiang Yu, watching the fountain rise and fall, his slender back was lonely.

The sockets of his eyes were slowly turning red, and what he asked for could not come true after all.

At night, when Jiang Yu's quilt was cold, he turned over and patted the cold hand on his waist, and continued to sleep.

There was cold liquid in his neck, as if the person behind him was crying, Jiang Yu wanted to open his eyes, but was dragged by sleepiness and fell asleep again.