After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

Lu Yingjiu took half a step back.

The eyes are still turning, not knowing what they are spying on.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

With it as the center, black cracks spread little by little, covering the walls and ceiling.Soon, the entire room was covered in cobweb-like cracks.

A lot of wall skin fell off and fell into white pieces and powder, piled up a few centimeters high at Lu Yingjiu's feet.

He looked around.

I saw eyes behind every peeling wall.

They are slowly turning, densely packed, all over every corner, enough to drive any trypophobic patient crazy.

【59 eyes】

This word appeared in Lu Yingjiu's mind for no reason.

For some reason, he just knew that there were 59 eyes looking at him.The sight of the tide flooded him, he was real, K was suffocated by the squeezed lungs.

Can't breathe anymore.

heavy eyelids—

"... Mr. Lu."

"Mr. Lu, look at me."

"Lu Yingjiu, are you listening?"

"Huh?" Lu Yingjiu came back to her senses.

The sun was shining brightly in front of my eyes, and the breeze gently lifted the curtains.He sat facing a woman, the soft seat behind him.

He wondered blankly, where am I?

Wasn't I just at home and saw the eyes in the wall?How did you come to this place.

The woman held a notebook in her hand and pushed her glasses: "Mr. Lu, how often does this happen?"

"...What's the situation?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

The woman said: "As you said, you often see eyes in the walls of your home."

Lu Yingjiu: "...I don't know."

The woman smiled, lowered her head and wrote something on the paper, and said: "You have been under too much pressure recently, maybe the anxiety disorder has caused strong hallucinations, I will prescribe some medicine for you, you must remember to take it on time. Let's stop here today."

When she finished writing, she got up and was about to send her a walk and greet her with wine.

Lu Yingjiu suddenly asked, "What date is it today?"

"May 5st," the woman replied.

In Lu Yingjiu's memory, May 5th was the day when the commission ended and the eyes met at home.

Half a month passed in between.

And he has no memory at all.

Just like that, Lu Yingjiu walked out of the clinic with a medical certificate for [Severe Anxiety Disorder] and a bunch of medicines, and stood under the scorching afternoon sun.

People come and go.

In his heart, however, was a huge blank K.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and he drove home.

When I opened the door, two cats greeted me with their tails up.

Lu Yingjiu squatted down with a smile, touched their heads, and subconsciously looked at the wall.

The walls are clean, nothing.

Could it be that it was really his hallucination?

The rest of the day was business as usual.

He still exorcises ghosts every day, and works overtime at the Lantern Festival every day.Knowing that he was in a bad mood, the meeting had tried to lighten his burden as much as possible, and Xia Ping'an also reminded him to take medicine every day.

Life returned to normal.

It's just that when he goes home every day, he still subconsciously looks at the wall.

Every day the walls remain intact.

Immaculate and flawless.

Once having dinner, Lu Yingjiu asked casually, "By the way, how is the old man we met last time? Does he still live there?"

Xia Pingan looked at him, hesitated to speak, and answered in a low voice after a while: "Chairman Lu, you don't know, he is dead."

"Dead?" Lu Yingjiu paused.

"Yes." Xia Ping'an said it very difficultly, and was also sad about this matter, "A week after we met him, the old house caught fire, and he couldn't escape. The animals he raised were also destroyed. died."

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for several seconds.

Then he sighed and bowed his head.

There was an eye on the table, staring at him!

He subconsciously stood up, flipping through his hands and taking out the talisman——

"... Mr. Lu."

"Mr. Lu, please answer my question."

"Are you really okay?"

sunny.

It's the clinic again, Lu Yingjiu still doesn't know how he got here.There was a fault in his memory, he only remembered that he was having dinner the last second.

The woman pushed her glasses: "Mr. Lu, have you had a good rest recently?"

"...Yes." Lu Yingjiu replied in a daze, "I'm trying to rest as much as possible."

"You are under a lot of pressure at work," the woman said, "I suggest you take a leave of absence and rest for a while."

"You can't ask for leave." Lu Yingjiu said.

What if he had been on leave for so long and a new commission came?If he could get better results and save one more person by coming forward, then he would do whatever he said.

The woman pushed her glasses again: "Your stress mainly comes from work, so I sincerely recommend you to do this. You have severe PTSD, and you should not be in that industry again in a short time, so as not to bring...unnecessary consequences."

PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Many of Lu Yingjiu's colleagues had this problem - most of the time, it was because of their negligence and lack of ability that they failed to save the client, and even watched the client die in front of him.

They either stopped exorcising ghosts, lost sleep, woke up with nightmares, or developed extreme anxiety.

Lu Yingjiu has always been the kind of person with a strong heart, he can mediate emotions, and there has never been such a sign.

As if seeing his confusion, the woman said again: "Didn't you meet an old man named Cai at work?"

"Yes." Lu Yingjiu nodded.

"He died in the fire," said the woman, "with a dozen other animals in his house, because you did not drive away the ghost."

Lu Yingjiu hesitated and said: "...Because I didn't drive away the ghost?"

"Well, you were negligent and didn't notice that there was another ghost in the house," said the woman. "You told me that. That's how the fire started, and you never got out of the shadow. So, you Need a break, a long break."

Lu Yingjiu was in a daze.

Is there really such a thing?

"Plop, plop, plop—"

"Plop, plop, plop—"

The heartbeat came again.

He went home, hesitated again and again, and asked the Qing Lantern Festival for a half-month leave.

Lu Yingjiu hasn't come into contact with any ghosts in the past half month.

He waters the flowers and feeds the cat at home every day, and he orders all the delicious takeaways nearby.The pace of life suddenly slowed down. He was not used to it at first, but he quickly accepted the slow day.

He began to have strange dreams.

The dream is a completely different scene.

Sometimes, he dreamed of the magnificent sea.The ocean-going ship was as helpless as a leaf, letting the waves toss it around.

It was not sailors on the freighter, but ghost exorcists.The Spirit Ape sat on their shoulders, his golden hair wet from the rain.Each of them held complex talisman papers, burning in the wind, echoing the formations on the bottom of the sea.

So the golden light bloomed on the bottom of the sea, illuminating the lingering cloud.

Sometimes he dreamed of mountains that had been burned by fire.

The sanatorium collapsed in the fire, leaving only ruins.A crimson snake lay across the mountain, and the surrounding fire was burning, and the mountains were all crimson as far as the eye could see.

The same bright formation lights up, all over the mountains and plains, shining brightly.

And then the people standing on the hill, the strangers, started talking to him.Lu Yingjiu couldn't hear their voices, only saw their anxious expressions.

These wild dreams haunted him.

Whenever Lu Yingjiu wakes up from a dream in the middle of the night, he can always see the black cat sitting beside the pillow, rubbing its furry head against him, with complicated emotions in its scarlet eyes.

"...What do you want to say?" Lu Yingjiu couldn't help laughing, and touched it, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The black cat didn't answer.

——Of course it wouldn't answer, it just wagged its tail and licked Lu Yingjiu's palm.

Lu Yingjiu rested for half a month like this, and her condition improved.

On the day when his sick leave ended, he got up early as usual to go to the Blue Lantern Festival.

When he got downstairs, the sun was so bright that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

With people coming and going around, he half-closed his eyes and tried to adapt to the light——

"Mr. Lu? You're distracted again."

"Mr. Lu, your condition is still not good, you must rest for a few more days."

"Does your delusion... still exist?"

"Delusion?" Lu Yingjiu said blankly, "What delusion?"

He returned to the conversation room again, sitting on a soft chair with a glass of warm water in hand.

The off-white curtains fluttered in the wind, and the laughter of children came from afar.

The woman leaned forward and looked at him intently: "It's just a delusion about ghosts."

"Do you still consider yourself a 'ghost exorcist'?"

Lu Yingjiu: "...I'm not an exorcist, what am I?"

The woman sighed softly: "There are no ghosts in this world, and there is no 'Ghost Exorcist' or 'Blue Lantern Festival'. All of this is your delusion. Of course you don't know how to run paper, let alone go through life and death. Exorcism."

"Mr. Lu, you have to recognize the facts and actively treat yourself to get better."

She handed over a small bag full of pills: "The medicine is the same as last time, you have to remember to take it on time."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu said: "The last time we met, didn't you just say that I have PTSD and I shouldn't be doing this job anymore? You admit that there are ghosts in the world."

"There is no such thing." The woman still sighed, "Mr. Lu, your delusions are getting worse, let me contact your family."

She buried her head in her notebook, seeming to be looking for contact information.

"There's no need to look for it." Lu Yingjiu said, "I have no family."

"What about your friend?" The woman looked at him.

At this moment, Lu Yingjiu wanted to blurt out the names of a few people.

But his thinking seemed to be stolen, he couldn't remember who those were at all, and finally said: "Me too... I don't have any friends either."

The woman said: "Then go back and rest early, live alone, and pay more attention to your body. You have my phone number, and you can contact me anytime."

"...Okay." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "I will remember."

After leaving the clinic, he drove to where the Green Lantern Club was located.

Empty, nothing, only a dilapidated alley, and a few dirty stray cats.

Dial the phone number in memory, all empty numbers, or be picked up by a stranger.The little ghosts that used to roam the streets were gone, as if they never existed.

This is a world without ghosts.

Lu Yingjiu went home alone, went upstairs alone, and stood in the living room alone.

The cow cat was gone, the ghost talisman paper in the drawer was gone, and the peace talisman hanging at the door was gone.

Everything turned out to be his fantasy.

So what is real in this world?

He imagined eyes in the wall.

He imagined ghosts, and a dangerous, busy and fulfilling job.

He imagined relatives and friends, colleagues and old acquaintances, and all kinds of beautiful lives...

Now the fantasy is shattered.

Everything about him was denied.

Lu Yingjiu stood alone in the dim living room with the pills in hand until the dusk completely submerged the earth.

"Meow--" came a familiar sound.

Lu Yingjiu was taken aback for a moment, and turned her head in disbelief.

The black cat turned around from the corner and rubbed his trousers affectionately.

Lu Yingjiu didn't know why her eyes were moist.He picked up the black cat, stroked its soft fur, and murmured, "Are you the only one who is real..."

The black cat would not answer, and licked his palm tenderly.

In the following days, the condition became more and more serious.

The whole world of Lu Yingjiu is twisted.

The hour hand rotated backwards, the bus platform drove into the ship, and the accumulated water flowed back into the black clouds in the sky.The whole city is talking, sometimes for months of daylight, sometimes for endless polar nights.

The lamp has grown eyes, looking up to the sky is a spotlight, and looking down to the ground is a street lamp; the stairs have a mouth, and they can sing at each step. He went from home to the fourth floor and just finished singing a scale; the door The handle has a nose, which can smell who is in front of it, so people no longer need keys and locks.

The fire brigade put out the sun with water, and the thief took a corner of the moon.Fish were drowned in the ocean, and the ground was covered with dead birds, whose internal organs flowed out and beautiful flowers bloomed.

Lu Yingjiu often sees the dead.

Walking on the street at midnight, his shadow split into three, broke free from the ground, and followed closely behind him.

There are monkeys on the top of the wall, red snakes on the ground, peacocks spreading their tails under the moon, and dogs with big ears lying on the street.The animals that had died in the fire came back silently, watching him, staring at him.

"Have you ever seen the world in the eyes of Heaven?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Old man Cai was standing on the street corner with no expression on his face.

Every second passed, his face changed.

Young and old, handsome and ugly...

It seemed that the figures of countless people were condensed on him.

Lu Yingjiu was used to these hallucinations, and replied calmly: "Anyway, it's all in my imagination. I think it's what it is, and that's what it is."

"Then what does it look like in your imagination?" the old man asked.

"It's in order, and everything in the world is clearly planned. When you see an object, you can know its origin and whereabouts; when you see a person, you can know his life, old age, sickness and death." Lu Yingjiu thought for a while, "It's the law after all."

The old man shook his head: "No, what you said is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Lu Yingjiu smiled.

The old man pointed around: "The world you see now is the world seen by Heavenly Dao. It's all chaos and distortion."

Lu Yingjiu: "Huh?"

"This world was born from chaos. Time, space, all shapes and souls are meaningless to it, so it doesn't need to 'see'. It only needs to see the original appearance of the world, in the chaos, to see The truth of everything."

Lu Yingjiu said, "I don't understand."

Old man: "..."

Lu Yingjiu said again: "I have a mental illness, so I acquiesce that you are someone I imagined, trying to preach to me, making me sicker." He patted the old man on the shoulder, "If you are not what I imagined Come out, then you look sicker than me, go home and take some medicine."

Old man: "..."

Seeing Lu Yingjiu going further and further away, he shouted: "Aren't you curious why you can see the 'world in the eyes of Heaven'?!"

"Because I have paranoia." Lu Yingjiu said, "If I wanted to, I could still see the 'world in your eyes'."

The old man: "..." He was almost exasperated, "Look around you!"

Lu Yingjiu looked around.

Those animals still stared at him silently, their eyes were faint, as if urging.

The old man caught up with him.

This time, the old man's face became young and handsome, like a complete stranger, and he said again: "These—including me, are all your subconscious minds, reminding you that it's time to go back."

"Where are you going?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

"Go home," he said, "to the one you love, and the one who loves you."

"Lu Yingjiu, there are still people waiting for you, your journey should not end here."

"But I—but we can't teach you how to distinguish between true and false." He looked deeply at Lu Yingjiu, his face ever-changing, "Heaven has denied everything about you, but that doesn't mean that those things are true It's fantasy."

"But," he smiled, "you've already noticed it."

"Plop, plop, plop—"

"Plop, plop, plop—"

Another heartbeat.

On this day, Lu Yingjiu returned home along the twisted street.

Shower, take medicine, go to bed.

He started dreaming again.

I dreamed that the blue-green peacock spread its wings and flew across the empty buildings, its tail feathers wrapped in the glow of the formation.

Dreaming of a woman fighting with attendants alone on the coastal bridge, and crying after seeing a burnt-out car.

Lu Ying tossed and turned the wine.

The last dream was frozen in the gloomy ghost world.

He saw a man in black clothes, handsome and cold, with a wave of his hand, blood mist rose for several miles - he crushed hundreds of ghosts over and over again, crushing the bones into the dust.In the end, the man turned his head and looked at him from a distance. There seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, and they were full of love.

"...Jing Xian." He called in his sleep.

The heart is gradually clear.

He seemed to remember something.

When waking up from the dream, Lu Yingjiu subconsciously wanted to find the black cat.

In these crazy days, the black cat was his only solace, his only reality.

But different from usual.

The black cat didn't answer his call.

Lu Yingjiu thought that it might be locked in the living room, so she got out of bed and opened the bedroom door.

The doorknob was covered in viscous fluid.

He turned on the light and saw that his hands were scarlet.

Not only that, the entire living room, the entire room was covered in bloodstains, the wall was cracked again, and 59 eyes were turning in it, staring at the very center of the living room.

In the center is the dead black cat.

It lay quietly, a large pool of blood gushed out from under it, and rushed to Lu Yingjiu's feet.

【It died】

The eyes spoke silently.

【Now you are truly single】

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Not right.

Very wrong.

A strong thought lingered in my mind: "He won't leave me like this."

He will always be by my side, as promised.

This split K made his mind clear.The breathing is smooth, the heartbeat is strong, and the chaotic thinking becomes extremely clear.

Lu Yingjiu walked over silently, knelt down beside the black cat, and stroked its scarred body.

Then he stood up again.

On others, the death of the black cat must be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

But his thinking has long since changed.

He ignored those horrified eyes, went back to the bedroom and opened the drawer.

In the drawer is a thick notebook.

Open it, and the page is full of dense runes and formations!

——These things all appeared in his dreams.

But those dreams were fuzzy and dim, and people's faces could not be seen clearly, let alone the fine lines of formations that could make anyone dizzy.Every time he saw it, he glanced at it in a hurry, and he didn't have time to observe it carefully.

Besides, with his mental state, even daily routines are difficult.

But he actually drew those formations!

Not even the slightest mistake!

Lu Yingjiu wrote down complicated lines in every crazy dream and in those fleeting glances.

Where I didn't see it clearly, I drew it out of thin air with theoretical knowledge, instinct, and perhaps a little subconscious memory.

In this way, in a few months, he slowly restored the four formation eyes in an impossible way.

At this moment, he picked up his pen and added the last part of the eye—that was what he saw in the dream just now.

The graphics of the array eyes are connected to outline the appearance of peacocks, monkeys, dog-eared beasts and long snakes.It happened to correspond one-to-one with the animals he met.

This can't be a coincidence.

It can't just be his imagination.

Now that the formation eyes were complete, he could see the clue: the meaning of these four formation eyes was for protection.

guard something.

For example... people who are deeply hallucinated.

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath and put down the pen and paper.

For the first time in so many days, he felt that K was alive.

He let out a long breath—

"Mr. Lu, do you still have delusions?"

"Mr. Lu?"

"Are you listening to me?"

The sun in the clinic was warm, and the woman pushed her glasses: "Have you insisted on taking the medicine?"

"...No." Lu Yingjiu replied, "I threw away all the medicine."

The woman gasped: "How can you do this! If your condition worsens, you will be sent to the hospital forcibly, for your health..."

"Who am I?" Lu Yingjiu asked.

Woman: "...huh?"

"Who am I?" Lu Yingjiu asked again, leaning forward and pressing his fingers together.

Minaret gesture.

Represents confidence and aggressiveness.

He looked at the woman expressionlessly. At this moment, the identities of patient and doctor had been reversed.

The woman was visibly flustered: "You are my patient, receiving treatment for severe paranoia. You made up a world full of ghosts, and you are the so-called 'ghost exorcist'."

"The so-called 'ghost exorcist'." Lu Yingjiu smiled, "Then I'm curious, does the talisman have any effect on you?"

The talisman flew out and began to burn in the woman's terrified eyes.

The fire spread quickly, igniting the entire clinic and the entire world.The people were so burned that they screamed and their eyes burst out, while Lu Yingjiu sat quietly in the crimson.

"You have two failures," he said.

"First, you underestimated my ability. You didn't expect that I could restore the formation, and you didn't expect that I had so many things to worry about. After all, I am a genius, right. You will make me very unhappy if you despise me like this of;"

"Second, you let 'Jing Xian' die and tried to give me a fatal blow. But how could he die like this? He was so powerful, omnipotent, and promised never to leave me, and I was willing to believe his everything."

"Besides, even if it's death," Lu Yingjiu smiled, "If such a love brain doesn't die by my side, I'm afraid he'll be bitter about it. He can't allow this kind of thing to happen, he just wants to die in the In my arms."

The woman could no longer answer and was engulfed by the fire.

Lu Yingjiu opened his hand, and there was an old wound on the back of his hand, which was a medal for fighting ghosts; he stretched his muscles and bones, and his tall body showed the strength and elegance of many battles; Full of passion and sincerity.

How could these be fake?

It's just that he hasn't noticed it all the time, it's just that he has been deceived all the time.

Countless faces flashed by.

Jing Xian, Ye Feng, Chu Banyang, Chen Zheng, Chen Xiaoling...

Flames ignited ragingly, subverting this illusory world.

Everything I love, he thought, is real.

—They are waiting for me to come home.

……

Hundred ghosts are still surging in the air.

In the phantom, it was several months, but in reality, only a short second passed.

In this second, Lu Yingjiu's figure was engulfed by a thick fog.

There was extreme darkness in the thick fog, only a beam of light descended from the sky and landed in front of him.

In the beam of light, a translucent golden human figure descended slowly.

Its face and body shape kept changing, and finally it was exactly the same as Lu Yingjiu, with a bright red heart on its chest.

"Plop, plop, plop—"

"Plop, plop, plop—"

The sound of heartbeat came out.

It stretched out its hand, caressing Shang Lu Yingjiu's face almost gently, and leaned over to press against his forehead.

[Come on] it said silently.

The golden light gradually merged with his body.

However, in the next second, Lu Yingjiu suddenly opened his eyes!

Without waiting for the doll to react, his left hand grabbed its neck like iron pliers, while his right hand tightly held the heart.

"Plop plop plop!"

The heartbeat quickened, and the figure struggled frantically.

"Didn't expect that." Lu Yingjiu stared at it intently, raised the corners of his mouth, "I'm back."

Please God's traces swept across, his eyes were stained with silver light, and he crushed his beating heart with his bare hands! !