The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Shen Moyan returned to his home, Heng Yan and Shen Muyun were already there waiting for him, sitting on the brought mahogany chair, drinking tea and talking, looking up at him, the wolf cub stood up and said with a smile: "Mo Yan, Look, Hengyan is back."

The monk also looked at him, nodded his head and said, "Shen Moyan."

"Why are you here?" He pretended to take off his coat casually and entered the house. Wang Ye had already returned to his home obediently. He needed time to deal with these things well: "I didn't even ask me to prepare, so I moved here. There's nothing here yet."

"Mo Yan, come and sit down." Shen Muyun seemed to see his strangeness, stood up and pulled him back, planning to sit down with the three of them before talking.

But Shen Moyan didn't follow his wishes, but retracted his wrist without any trace, pursed the corners of his lips and said to himself: "Heng Yan, where are you staying now? Do you still live with me? Then I'll clean it up for you. room."

After he finished speaking, he was about to walk away, as if he was avoiding something, but Heng Yan, who had been silent all this time, stood up and looked at him like a sharp sword.

"Shen Moyan, what are you afraid of?"

The monk didn't ask why he avoided it, nor did he expose his bewilderment, but questioned him in a thick and powerful voice.

Shen Moyan, what are you afraid of?

He shuddered, the fear and confusion that emerged from the bottom of his heart made his hands and feet unconsciously want to escape from this place, his voice was thin and weak, clearly revealing guilt and timidity: "No...no... ..”

"Mo Yan, what's the matter with you?" The wolf cub also sensed something was wrong, walked over to try to push his shoulder back, and asked with a smile: "Didn't you expect Heng Yan to come before? Why are you unhappy now?"

"I didn't..." Shen Moyan opened his palm, took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm very tired after running the marathon today, so I'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Shen Moyan!" The old voice was like a reminder, making him stop unconsciously.

"You don't even want the answer?" Heng Yan said unhurriedly, as if he didn't have any other emotions, he just stood up slowly and looked at him calmly: "I promise you what you will do, I will Do it, now it seems that you don't need it, right?"

"No...not." Shen Moyan subconsciously leaned against the wall, feeling a little weak in his body. His mind was so confused that he couldn't figure out what kind of answer he wanted now.

Want Wang Ye to disappear?He desperately denied it in his heart, but did he hope that Xue Shaoqing would always be a wandering soul?He was even more heartbroken.

"I...I don't know..." He lowered his head, he was so confused that he couldn't recognize himself for a while, he didn't want to lose the present Wang Ye, but at the same time he couldn't forget Xue Shaoqing, how could he become like this.

Shen Moyan leaned against the wall and gradually squatted down, covering his ears unconsciously, fearing that what Heng Yan might say would make him unable to face it.

But the old monk saw through his thoughts at a glance, walked over and just patted Jiang Gang, his old voice was somewhat helpless and tolerant.

The monk said: "Get up and take me to see Xue Shaoqing."

Shen Moyan raised his head abruptly, and looked at Heng Yan with some puzzlement. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly saw the corpse, but the other party just turned his head calmly and said to the wolf cub, "Go back first, I have something to think about with him. Let's talk alone."

Shen Muyun has always respected Hengyan very much, no matter what he watched him grow up, since the other party spoke, even if he didn't want to, he still pursed his lips, turned and walked out the door, so that the two could have space to have a good conversation.

"Let's go. Let's go see Xue Shaoqing." Heng Yan said to Shen Moyan again, and handed it to him, signaling to get up and talk first.

Shen Moyan hesitated for a moment, but still supported him with his hands and stood up, leading the old monk to the dark hut where Xue Shaoqing's body lay.

"This place is much simpler." Heng Yan looked around, and said with a half-smile: "The basement you had before was too much like a mourning hall, and the fragrance of flowers was really pungent."

"Look, he's right there." Shen Moyan was in no mood to argue with him, anyway, he would move back sooner or later, he didn't like the dimly lit room now.

Heng Yan didn't say much, walked over and looked at Xue Shaoqing's body for a long time, then looked back at Shen Moyan, his eyes became more and more complicated.

"What's wrong? What do you see?" Shen Moyan asked.

"Give me your hand." Heng Yan said solemnly, before he agreed, he pinched his wrist, and quickly cut a hole in his palm with internal force, and blood gushed out immediately.

"What are you doing?!" Shen Moyan withdrew his hand, the blood quickly solidified, and the wound healed, and the entire palm was smooth as if it had never been hurt: "What exactly do you want to see?"

Heng Yan didn't explain, but his eyes were filled with unspeakable sorrow, he wrinkled and hesitated for a moment while watching him, but he still didn't say a word.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Moyan really felt that everything was unexplainable. He asked Hengyan to find Xue Shaoqing's soul, why did he want to see the corpse and his blood when he came back suddenly.

"What exactly did you find, explain it clearly." He didn't care about the confusion, he just wanted to figure things out, what went wrong in the middle, Xue Shaoqing failed to reincarnate, but the soul in his body was just a breath of luxury, how is this? It's incredible to think about it.

"Mo Yan..." There was sadness in Heng Yan's old voice, as if the journey of searching was too far and too long, and he finally felt tired, or maybe Daoming finally saw through all the difficulties in this world, which made him feel empty.

"I can't find Xue Shaoqing's soul."

When he spoke, he didn't look into Shen Moyan's eyes, but just sighed in a low voice, as if he had made up his mind and continued: "Mo Yan, how has your body felt these years?"

"What do you mean I can't find it? Why do you suddenly start caring about my body?" Shen Moyan was a little angry, and he couldn't stop roaring: "How could I not find it? Where did you go? Then continue to look for it?"

"I won't find it again, maybe I will never find it again." Heng Yan looked up at him hesitantly, his eyes were complicated, as if he didn't look at him again, but wanted to see something inside through this body.

"Have you ever felt anything unusual about your body? Auditory or visual hallucinations, or dreams?"

"No, I don't have any." Shen Moyan lost his strength, shook his head and kept backing away, as if he couldn't listen to his words at all, and just kept repeating: "How could I not find it? How could it be?"

"Mo Yan..." Heng Yan's voice was full of helplessness, and he said slowly after a while of silence: "I went to the place where the mass grave was, and met some wandering souls, and the oldest one among them said that he still remembered Xue Shaoqing , but he also said in person that from then on..."

"What happened back then?" Shen Moyan looked up at him.

"Xue Shaoqing, it just disappeared."