Can you give me the broken impermanence?

After Song Qingming yelled, the man put away the shock in his eyes, and turned his lips into a faint smile.

"Dare to ask, brother, do you wear clothes when you take a shower?" The man asked softly.

Song Qingming froze, looked down at the wooden barrel where he was with the man, and then looked up at the big hole above his head.

It took him a while to realize that he stomped through the roof of the house and fell into the bathtub.

Knowing that he was at fault first, Song Qingming looked away guiltily, and replied weakly: "...not wearing it."

Seeing his embarrassing expression, the man continued to ask: "Then, why did brother destroy my roof, enter my bathtub, and watch me take a bath?"

"Watch, watch you take a bath?!" Song Qingming bit the tip of his tongue in shock at these words, ignoring the pain, and quickly said, "I recognize the first two, but I don't want to watch you take a bath!"

Seemingly dissatisfied with the answer, the man frowned slightly, and asked quietly after a while: "Don't want to? Why don't you want to?"

Song Qingming: ...

This person is probably sick, why are you rushing to let people watch him take a bath?

Seeing that Song Qingming remained silent, the man changed the question: "Then why did you fall from above?"

Song Qingming swallowed, and asked tentatively: "I said... I saw a ghost, do you believe it?"

The man gave a meaningful 'oh' and looked at the water thoughtfully.

Not knowing what he was thinking, Song Qingming waited for a while before hearing the other party's answer.

"I believe."

Song Qingming was a little surprised by the man's cheerful answer.

This is the first time that someone has chosen to believe him so seriously and happily, and he is still a stranger.

The man looked away from Song Qingming's face, and turned to his left shoulder.

Song Qingming also followed the other person's gaze, and then saw his hand on the man's shoulder.

Under the palm was the cold skin, so cold, but Song Qingming seemed to be scalded, and hurriedly retracted his hand.

The man raised his arms with a smile, not the slightest bit annoyed by Song Qingming's touch, resting his elbows on the edge of the wooden barrel, and resting his chin on his palms, he asked leisurely, "Brother, do you want to take a bath together?"

"No, it's not." Song Qingming stood up from the water in a panic, wishing he could fly out of this embarrassing place.

But as soon as he lifted one foot, a black shadow suddenly fell from the hole above his head, and a gust of wind arose along with it, bringing the room into darkness again.

The originally warm water instantly became icy cold, as if ink had fallen into it, and soon the clear water turned into a rich black, and a face slowly floated up from the water.

Before Song Qingming came back to his senses, a hand wrapped around his waist, and the owner of the hand led him to jump up.

After the man brought Song Qingming to the ground and stood firmly, he grabbed the clothes hanging on the side.

The corners of the black clothes flashed before Song Qingming's eyes, and when he looked back, the man was meticulously dressed.

Master!

Song Qingming sighed secretly in his heart, the ghost over there was gnashing its rotten teeth, and a gloomy sound was squeezed out from between the teeth.

"Eyes...I want eyes..."

Hearing the voice, Song Qingming came back to his senses.

What they are facing now is a fierce ghost, no matter how good this man is, he can't beat the evil ghost, right? !

Thinking about it, Song Qingming threw the talisman in his hand towards the terrifying face, and then without thinking, he pulled up the man beside him and turned around and ran.

The two ran out of the inn, not daring to stop all the way, for fear of being caught by that evil ghost.

The streets of Su Town were empty, and occasionally there were a few dim lanterns, quietly emitting a halo on the side of the street.

They ran forward, stepping through the puddles formed by the rain during the day, some water droplets splashed on the hem of their clothes but they didn't know it.

Song Qingming didn't stop until the man suddenly grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

Song Qingming turned around suspiciously and met the man's eyes.

In the middle of the night with a full moon, the moonlight fell on the man's shoulders, and the wind brushed over his hair by the sideburns, and the cool, dark fragrance from his clothes also fell on Song Qingming's nose along the breeze.

"Running?" The man's thin lips parted slightly and asked.

Song Qingming looked at the man in a daze for a while, then shook his head vigorously for a while, forcing himself to answer the question with concentration.

"Ghost! You didn't see that ghost just now, my spells are not good, I can't fight that ghost, so naturally I can't stand there stupidly!"

The man lowered his eyebrows and thought about something, then looked at him again after a while: "You're right, you can't just stand there stupidly."

Seeing that the man agreed, Song Qingming was about to breathe a sigh of relief when his chest suddenly felt painful, followed by a violent cough.

He bent over and covered his mouth, trying to suppress the sound of coughing, but he didn't think it was better than one.

The man reached out to support him, felt the cold wetness on his body, and said, "Your clothes are still wet, you should change them as soon as possible."

Song Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at his clothes that were still dripping with water.

It was very uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to the body, and when the wind blows again, the body could not help shivering.

But his luggage is still in the inn.

Song Qingming couldn't help sighing: "I heard that ghosts come out at night and day, so I can only wait for dawn before going back to get my luggage."

The man answered, "Go back now."

Song Qingming looked at the man in surprise: "What are you doing back home? Gouging out your eyes and taking your house away?"

Man: "Don't worry, that ghost can't hurt you."

Song Qingming was full of doubts: "What do you mean?"

The man smiled: "Trust me."

Song Qingming said nothing.

He is not familiar with this man, so why should he believe him.

The man seemed to see his distrust, the smile on his face faded, and he said in a deep voice: "Speaking of which, just now you mentioned hell, I didn't pursue you for disturbing my bathing, but I believed your explanation wholeheartedly, and now , but you don't believe a single word of my words..."

Saying that, the man's eyes became gloomy, completely lost the softness just now.

Song Qingming shuddered inexplicably.

When the man is not smiling, his whole body is trapped in a gloomy atmosphere, which makes people dare not approach him.

The two faced each other, Song Qingming was oppressed by the opponent's aura, and he didn't utter a word for a long time.

After a long time, the man calmed down and lowered his voice: "Trust me, I will definitely protect you."

Before Song Qingming could respond, the man pulled him back.

When they reached the entrance of the inn, the night wind became stronger, and the two lanterns in front of the door were blown tottering.

The door of the inn was wide open, and the inside was eerily eerie, like a ghostly place.

No matter how I look at it, I feel that I should not step into the inn at this moment.

Song Qingming came back to his senses and looked at his wrist being pulled by the man.

Why did he suddenly become stupid and let this man bring him back?

Thinking about it, Song Qingming shook off that hand vigorously: "There is an impermanent ghost that haunts the soul, and it is not something ordinary people can deal with."

"Who said there is impermanence inside?" the man asked strangely.

Song Qingming: "The innkeeper said so."

Man: "You believe what the shopkeeper says, but you don't believe me?"

Song Qingming thought for a moment, nodded and said, "The shopkeeper's words may not be credible, maybe there is no impermanence in it, but no matter what it is, this ghost is fierce and ruthless..."

The man's eyes were filled with a smile, and he took a step closer to Song Qingming. Just as he was about to say something, Song Qingming took a step back and opened the distance between the two of them again.

"I don't believe what you and the shopkeeper say. You and I just met by chance. I definitely can't trust you with my life."

After speaking, Song Qingming turned his head and strode away.

In this world, no one can be trusted except yourself.He wanted to see impermanence, but if it wasn't for impermanence in this inn, it would not be worthwhile to let him take his life for nothing.

After walking a dozen steps, a black figure suddenly landed in front of him from the sky, blocking his way.

The man holds his suitcase in his hand.

"I fetched your luggage for you."

Song Qingming looked at the man with surprise in his eyes.

After a long time, he took the luggage and said hesitantly, "...Thank you."

The man said no more, but walked past him and returned to the inn.

Song Qingming was stunned for a moment, and finally carried his luggage and continued to walk forward.

He didn't expect that a strange man, whom he just met, would care so much about him, even to the point of unbelievable.

That person should have gone back to the inn to fight the ghosts, right?Seeing how good the man is, I don't know if he can beat the evil spirits.

If he can't fight, won't he be gouged out by a ghost?

Thinking about it, Song Qingming frowned and stopped, secretly distressed.

After a long while, he muttered a good excuse: "I'm not sure if that ghost is impermanent, but if it is, the man has suppressed the ghost again, and I can just take this opportunity to draw a small portrait... No, I want to go back have a look!"

After speaking, he turned his head and ran back.

When he rushed to the door of the inn, he was almost knocked over by the strong wind blowing inside the house. Song Qingming hurriedly supported the door frame beside him, and looked into the house intently.

The man in black stood on a wooden table, the hem of his clothes fluttering with the cold wind in the room, the ghost was right in front of him, looking up and howling in pain, the place where the wind blew was like being cut by a sharp knife, leaving behind a trail a wound.

The house was already in a mess, except for the wooden table that was stepped on by the man, everything that could be overturned was overturned.

Song Qingming hadn't recovered from the shock of the scene, and when he realized his presence, the man turned his head to look at the door, and the moment he saw clearly that it was him, an inexplicable smile rose from the corner of his lips.

"Qingming..."

When the man was distracted, Li Gui suddenly broke free from the shackles of the strong wind and rushed towards Song Qingming.

The dry claws were in front of him in a blink of an eye.

It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid of ghosts, but Song Qingming has always told himself after he woke up that he walked through the gate of ghosts once when he was a child.

If someone is fierce to him, then he will be more fierce than others.

The same applies to ghosts.

Seeing the ghost approaching, Song Qingming took a deep breath and kicked the ghost's chest.

"Go to hell!"

The soles of his feet landed firmly on the ghost's chest, and the evil ghost flew straight back.

When he was about to rejoice in his strength, he found two or three circles of black iron chains wrapped around the ghost's neck.

The other end of the chain was in the hands of the man, and it was the man who pulled the chain and pulled the ghost over.

Song Qingming sighed, thinking that his physique had some kind of supernatural power, so he was happy for nothing.

Li Gui followed the chain and fell into the man's hand, the man's face was no longer smiling at this moment, his left hand was shaped like an eagle's claw, and he strangled Li Gui's neck fiercely.

"I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you a treat." The man said coldly, his dark eyes were full of viciousness.

Li Gui couldn't make a sound, struggling hard in his palm.

The man snorted coldly, inserted one hand into Li Gui's belly, and then tore it hard, tearing Li Gui in half from the middle.

The ghost slowly turned into flying ash and dissipated. The man looked at Song Qingming again, and the sternness on his face disappeared in a blink of an eye. It was just like Song Qingming's eyes were blurred.

The man jumped up on tiptoe, and landed in front of Song Qingming.

With a smile in his eyes, he asked softly, "Qingming, why are you back?"

If other people were to face this man's soft side, they would be fascinated already.

But Song Qingming frowned and took a step back, looking at the man warily.

"How do you know my name?"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Xie Yu: Why don't you want to watch me take a bath?Is it because I am in poor shape?Is the waist not thin enough or the hips not warped enough?Can't arouse your evil thoughts at all?

Song Qingming: ...you have aroused my anger.

Sui Sui Nian: Give Xie Yu a patch—this person is not normal.