Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

"That's why you splashed water on Lu Xintong?" Lin Yusheng drew a talisman, his eyelids drooping slightly, and the eyelashes on it were slender and dense, cutting the light and shadow into a line of black shadows, hitting his fair face, It's really beautiful.

Wang An clenched his fingers and squeezed out five words between his teeth, "She deserves it."

Lin Yusheng didn't say a word, just drew the talisman over and over again, his fingertips rubbed against the paper, his fingertips began to turn white, and gradually became numb. I don't know if the wound hurt him or what, the boy's expression had a kind of Emotions that ordinary people can't understand.

It seems to be grieving, and it seems to be blaming itself, with innate goodwill, as if pitying this world where everything has a spirit.

But kindness is sometimes a knife, a knife with a sharp edge facing inward.

Lin Yusheng himself may not have noticed it, but before he knew it, he had been devastated by the world, his heart was broken into pieces of tiny rubble, it was Ji Si who picked them up and put them together one by one...

Wang An clenched his fingers more and more tightly, his head was so feverishly immersed in grief and anger that he didn't notice when his nails dug into his flesh, "Lu Xintong is the most disgusting person I've ever met, bar none!"

After Lin Yusheng finished drawing the talisman, he pushed away the pile of books on the desk with one hand, and the books fell to the ground with crackling noises. He took away a clean A4 paper, bit off the cap of the black pen, and held the pen body, "Leave Lu Xintong alone. Now, tell me the name of the girl who had the abortion, and the date of birth."

"Her name is Yan Ling, and her birthday... I don't know very well." Wang An asked, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Yusheng quickly wrote the words "yes" and "no", and said firmly: "I want...to reproduce her scene at that time."

Wang An shivered, "This kind of thing... is it possible..."

"Ordinary people can't do it, but I'm not an ordinary person."

"..."

Lin Yusheng drew a few more iconic symbols, and explained: "The principle is similar to that of the Pen Fairy, except that the Pen Fairy attracts the souls of the dead, while I recruit the resentment of the living. As long as I can enter her resentment, I can see it." What happened by then."

At this point, Wang An finally realized that this guy seemed too abnormal, and he was not the idiot in his impression at all. He said in a daze, "Are... are you really Lin Yusheng?" Before, they thought that Lin Yusheng was just studying folklore ,Now it seems……

This is more than "some"!

This is simply a walking encyclopedia!

Lin Yusheng chuckled, turned his head and gave him a sideways look, "In a broad sense, I am, but relatively speaking, I am not. In short, this matter is quite complicated, so you can just take me for granted."

Wang An: "..."

Xueba is Xueba, and any sentence is unpredictable.

Seeing his dazed expression, Lin Yusheng reminded him, "You haven't told me your birthday yet."

"Didn't I say that, I don't know."

"If you don't know, go find it."

Wang An was already irritable, but he became even more irritable when he forced him. He sat down on the chair of the "art student" and said angrily, "After this incident, she dropped out of school. How can I give to someone I haven't seen in half a year?" Are you looking for it?"

His tone was really carefree, and his thin face was full of impatience. He probably forgot what kind of misery he was in while chatting. Lin Yusheng sighed pretending to be regretful, and stopped writing, "No need. Birthday horoscopes are also fine, but the things you attract are out of control, maybe some unknown female ghost, at worst, ask it, and it has nothing to do with me when people get angry and want to suck Yang Qi. Anyway, I have the ability to protect myself, which is different from some people."

"Fuck you, be yourself!" Wang An suddenly jumped into a rage and jumped up. He wanted to sing domineeringly, but there was a loud "bang", and he accidentally tripped over the table. Things fell out with a brush.

Then, an envelope "To Xiaoling" landed lightly at their feet.

Wang An widened his eyes in astonishment, picked up the letter, and said to himself: "Could the child's father be..." He opened it and read it.

really.

There are a total of three art students in the class, and they usually get close to each other when they go to the studio. Why did no one think that the father of the child is one of them...

After reading a passage of text that was so tiresome, Wang An excitedly handed the letter to Lin Yusheng, "Look, look, here, here."

Lin Yusheng glanced at it, and read it emotionlessly, "'Dear Xiaoling, I am Li Sheng, I was wrong, I shouldn't ask you to kill the child, I love you more than I love myself, I must be It will hurt you and your children if you are obsessed with ghosts. Give me another chance. I miss the days when we painted together. I remember everything about you. Your favorite still life is roses, and the fruit you hate the most is grapes. I like it in summer. A skirt that goes through the knee...'"

Such emotional words were read out by Lin Yusheng's mechanical way of thinking, which made Wang An break out in cold sweat.

So terrifying.

"Damn it, what is it all about? Why do you want me to watch this kind of thing? I don't gossip." Halfway through reading, Lin Yusheng couldn't help it, and cast Wang An a contemptuous eyes.

Wang An poked the bottom, "Ah, I didn't want you to read this, below, below! The last line!" After finishing it, he muttered slightly aggrieved: "By the way, didn't you like reading gossip the most before..."

"Is there?" Lin Yusheng scanned the earthworm-like characters with his gaze, and when he reached the last line, he said pleasantly, "That's it!"

——『I remember your birthday is May 20, [-], which is 'Li Sheng, I love you''. 』

Wang An said loudly: "Yes! You like to join in the fun of everything, have you forgotten!"

Lin Yusheng turned around and ignored his words, complaining that "Li Sheng" was too fond of adding drama to himself, while quickly writing his birthday into the formation.

Wang An: "..."

After a while, Lin Yusheng handed the black pen to Wang An, "You take the pen and put your hand on the paper."

Wang An cast a cowardly glance at him, "Brother Lin, can I not participate?"

"Brother Lin" pulled out a friendly smile, "It's fine, if you are not afraid of making mistakes in the formation and attracting the female ghost to absorb the essence, then don't participate. I won't force you."

Wang An snatched it away, "I'll do it, I'll do it, can't I do it?"

Now that everything was ready, Lin Yusheng closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, stretched his ten fingers fingertips to make an umbrella shape, placed it in front of his eyes, and silently recited a mantra.

In a blink of an eye, the iron door of the classroom slammed shut, and then a gust of wind came in. With two slaps, the light tube closest to the door flickered, then dimmed as if it had a bad connection. The second light tube flickered and went off, the third light tube went off...

Wang An looked at the series of unnatural phenomena in front of him and shivered, feeling something "something" coming...

Suddenly there was a series of "sizzling" sounds, and the lamp tubes broke down one by one, all the way to the top of their heads.

Wang An almost fainted from fright, "Lin Yusheng Lin Yusheng, is this really all right!"

Lin Yusheng was still reciting the mantra, and shouted loudly: "Please complain! The soul is here! Be as urgent as the law!" Suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of eyes flowing with pure aura appeared.

However, there was only a "pop", and the surroundings were completely darkened, and they fell into a mass of darkness in an instant.

There was nothing in sight, Lin Yusheng was taken aback, "What's going on?"

Wang An bit his left hand with his mouth, and his body shook into a sieve, "Didn't you just say that it's okay..."

Lin Yusheng looked up, and immediately covered his mouth, "Shh—don't talk."

Wang An: "!!"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Lin Yusheng's forehead, and he said in a breathy voice, "We made a mistake in recruiting. It's dead souls, not resentment."

Wang An really wanted to say something to him: "It's you, not 'us'!" But considering that it's not a good time to bicker, he nodded silently.

Then there was only a "giggle" laughter, sharp and thin, like a female "dead soul".

Lin Yusheng's words became a prophecy, a female ghost really came.

But when Wang An heard her laughter, he felt strangely familiar.

"You're right, it's me."

Lin Yusheng: "..."

Wang An: "!!!"