Lao Gong begs you not to seek death

Wang An stared at two lantern-like eyes, desperately giving Lin Yusheng winks.

However, Lin Yusheng still covered his mouth to prevent him from speaking, and looked up at the floating shadow.

A red dress, long hair, and a pair of embroidered shoes.

Typical grudge.

Lin Yusheng immediately squeezed out the blood, put a point in the center of the white paper, and took a few more charms and "slapped" them on the blood mark, thinking brokenly, "Immortal life is precious, and there is no limit to people. If you want what you want, the heavenly officials will bless you. The magistrate pardons the crime, bestows auspicious prosperity, everything goes smoothly, the fortune prospers, and both wealth and honour. Knock on the Tao and give it away!"

In fact, this is a spell to send "gods", not "ghosts". end.

Furthermore, as a "God-given yin and yang pupil", he can get a rough idea by himself, and he is no more reliable than a pen fairy.

Originally, I just wanted to complain, but who ever thought that something went wrong, I really became a pen fairy.

The "Pen Fairy" chuckled, instead of leaving, he quietly fell from the ceiling, came straight to the center of the formation, and met Lin Yusheng's eyes.

Wang An's blood faded from fright, and he stood behind her like a tied-up little white mouse.

On the other hand, Lin Yusheng and the female ghost were face to face, and their heart almost jumped out of their throats.

The aura of "Tianci" is still swirling in the gray eyeballs, and in sight is a face bleeding from all seven orifices. Staring at him so intently that the hairs on the back of his neck, Lin Yusheng swallowed his saliva and tried to remain calm. He continued to look down and saw a deep and long twisted rope mark on her blue throat, probably from hanging. die……

The female ghost opened her mouth expressionlessly, revealing a fat and blackened tongue, followed by an unpleasant and pungent stench, Lin Yusheng and Wang An didn't dare to take a breath, their stomachs turned Jiang Daogun didn't hold back a word in a daze.

This is going to change the old Lin Yusheng, maybe he will say: "Excuse me, can you come back after brushing your teeth?"

But Lin Yusheng just stared deeply at the swollen tongue, slowly raised his hand, and touched her cold face, "It must...it hurts..."

Hearing this, the female ghost's expression lagged a beat, and the piercing smile faded away, and she tilted her head inexplicably, as if digesting the meaning of his words.

Lin Yusheng frowned, but the corner of his mouth curled up, "I'm sorry..."

The female ghost opened her tongue and said intermittently: "Why... you have to... apologize..." The voice of the ghost is different from that of a living person. It seems to be transmitted from another dimension, thick and heavy, as if telling the weight of life.

Lin Yusheng frowned more and more, but his palm touched her cheek extremely gently, "I called you here to expose your scar again..."

Female ghost: "..."

Wang An, an outsider, looked at it with a confused face, and his heart was burning with anxiety, "Lin Yusheng, what the hell are you still doing! Get rid of it! Don't you have a way to "deal with them"!"

The female ghost didn't laugh or get angry, she stretched out her hand cautiously, touched Lin Yusheng's chest near his heart, and closed her eyes.

Lin Yusheng followed her example and closed his eyes tightly.

After a while, she opened it gently, "You... are not a liar... I... believe you..."

As soon as the words fell, a manic wind suddenly blew up with the female ghost as the center, and the dark wind swirled in waves, enveloping the two of them with a "crash".

Wang An really called every day should not be called ineffective, and he capitalized "Fuck" in his heart, followed by three red exclamation points.

Lin Yusheng smiled and said, "Thank you."

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The two came back to their senses again, the surrounding environment had changed, turned into a quiet studio, the curtains were slightly swaying under the gentle breeze, various easels were scattered in the room, and in the center was There was a table with grapes and cups, and by the window a girl with long hair up to her waist was sitting upright on a chair, holding a paint tray in one hand and a pen in the other, sketching something on the drawing board.

Wang An couldn't believe the scene in front of him, his eyes locked on the girl roundly, his lips trembling uncontrollably, "What is this?"

Lin Yusheng: "She is showing us her past."

Hearing the words, Wang An seemed to have fallen into a huge abyss, and his body began to tremble. He seemed to be too depressed and wanted to find some comfort, so he hugged himself with his skinny arms, his head slowly lowered, his pupils were empty and wide open. Hesitantly trembling, "What... what do you mean... what does 'her past' mean..."

Lin Yusheng said indifferently: "On the surface."

Wang An scratched the flesh on his arm until it turned purple, and said in a low voice, "The person in that seat...do you know who it is..."

"I don't know, so I'm watching."

But just looking at that jet-black and beautiful hair, Lin Yusheng could guess the general idea.

The scene before him seems ironically frozen, as the girl dips paint over and over again, laying down the landscape on canvas with exquisitely lifelike detail.

Wang An gritted his teeth, and a whisper escaped from the crack, "This is not true..."

"Of course it's not reality, it's just a revolving door before death." Lin Yusheng's tone was still calm.

Wang An suddenly roared: "This is not true!"

Lin Yusheng was a little impatient, "I said it's not true..." Turning around, he saw Wang An's lips were pale, his whole body was shaking, and tears were streaming down his face...

"you……"

Wang An didn't bother to wipe away his tears, so he grabbed his collar, "She is Yan Ling! She is a famous beauty in our class! Wen Jing is very talkative and likes to draw in her studies! Most of the boys in our class like her , especially her long hair! Very...very..." After speaking, Wang An sniffled, his eyes gradually narrowed, and two lines of tears came out, "Very beautiful..."

Lin Yusheng was shocked for a while, then patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, I know."

Wang An shook his head like a rattle, "Yan Ling just dropped out of school, she didn't die, she just didn't show up for a while, she will definitely come back in the future... I don't believe it..."

Lin Yusheng looked at him quietly, and opened his thin lips a little, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't make a sound, so he let him cry.

At this time, there was only the sound of the door opening, followed by a sullen male voice, "Xiaoling, can we talk?"

The girl ignored it.

Then the boy sighed a lot and approached, "What are you painting?"

When Wang An saw the familiar figure, he was furious immediately, his face turned red, and he rushed forward and punched him, "Li Sheng! I'm fucking you!!!"

Lin Yusheng didn't dare to look at this child who was using too much force.

The boy named "Li Sheng" didn't seem to hear, turned his head and glanced at the table, "You don't like grapes, why don't you practice your hands in a still life?"

The girl still ignored it.

Wang An swung his fist, slammed into the air, and fell to the ground, "What's going on?!"

Lin Yusheng explained kindly, "This is a 'revolving lantern', we can't touch the shadow of the past."

Wang An: "..."

Li Sheng wore a pair of rimless glasses, and his school uniform was neatly dressed, even the top button was pinned to the top of his collar. He looked like a shrewd class leader rather than an art student.

The girl was drawing carefully, and the tip of the brush rubbed against the canvas to make a rustling sound. Li Sheng came up behind her, put his hand on her shoulder, and said with a smile, "Xiao Ling, I've already thought it through. The money should be enough for a painless abortion."

Lin Yusheng's eyes were straightened, "Damn it."

Yan Ling's hand paused, a round grape with an uncoordinated short tail.

Li Sheng: "I've thought about it, after you get rid of the child, we'll study hard, get admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts together, and get a certificate when we reach the legal age of marriage."

Yan Ling had flat bangs on her forehead, and she couldn't see any expression from the top down, only her right arm was trembling, and the tip of her pen was hanging in the air, as if she couldn't move her hand no matter what.

Li Sheng became more and more happy as he talked, dancing and describing, "After we get married, we will go to a big city to buy a house, write our names on it, and we will have a boy and a girl in the future. The boy will have my last name, and the girl will have yours Last name, let's raise another Corgi, don't you like Corgi the most, we also raise a row of flowers on the balcony, usually you just look at the flowers and pet the dog..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "ping-pong-pong" sound of the shelf falling to the ground.

Yan Ling stood up suddenly and said loudly, "Get out!!!"