The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

"What do you mean by disappearing into ashes?" Shen Moyan turned his head, his expression clearly wanted to laugh, but his scarlet pupils were particularly frightening.

"Now, tell me, what exactly is annihilation?!" He said every word, the sharp claws on the tip of his hand stretched out almost unconsciously, and he stood up straight as if he was about to attack the opponent in the next second.

"It means literally." Heng Yan frowned slightly, with a lukewarm expression as if he knew that he would be like this for a long time, and gradually squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand and said slowly: "Aren't you very happy with Wang Ye now? , then simply forget about Xue Shaoqing, and take it as the reason for this."

"It's all about this?" Shen Moyan felt that these four words seemed a little funny, and the corners of his mouth really raised an arc, but in the next second, he had moved to Heng Yan's side in the blink of an eye, and his sharp claws were holding the monk neck, just a little force can immediately take the opponent's life.

"You lied to me, right? You lied to me from the very beginning." He didn't speak loudly, but when he listened carefully, he felt a little harsh, as if every word he uttered from a severe patient locked in a cold ward With rational thinking.

"What you said to find Shaoqing's soul is simply deceiving." Shen Moyan laughed softly, as if he believed his own deduction: "You just went around casually, and you just wanted to lie to me when you came back. You are a good person, I rushed to the front foot when the front foot died, how could the soul disappear inexplicably? You just want to make my conscience uneasy! You just want to see me not all day long, you just want me to be like you!! Living is also like dying the difference!"

"Shen Moyan, you are presumptuous!" Heng Yan was finally angry, and with a wave of his cassock, he threw the man three steps away, and looked at his target with anger and resignation: "I would like to advise you, since you found the present world, you will be supernatural." The gods have been doubting all day, who do you think you can blame now? My Buddha is merciful! Don't force me to wake you up with my own hands!"

He was staggered by the monk, and it made people feel very sad to hear these words. He never knew that he was neurotic like a lunatic now. He knew that Heng Yan could not lie to himself, but he kept repeating Capricious.

"Then tell me..." Shen Moyan's voice was a bit crying and nasal, he stood up against the wall and looked at Heng Yan again, he didn't cry but his eyes couldn't stop turning red.

"Tell me, what is Shaoqing..." He choked up when he said this, and he thought he could forget many things, such as how he met Xue Shaoqing, how he got this name, and later... . Later they worked so hard to be together.

"Why... disappeared." Shen Moyan suddenly realized that the so-called disappearing means that this person will never be reincarnated and never meet again. After this life, Wang Ye can't keep this breath, so he Is there only one person left after all?

It will only be one person.

"You..." Heng Yan glanced at him hesitantly, and said hesitantly, "Really want to know?"

"Tell me..." Shen Moyan took a deep breath, straightened his back and looked at the monk: "He has no relatives or friends in this world, and I am the only one who is still waiting...so, please tell me Bar."

Heng Yan was silent for a moment, as if to make sure that his emotions had really stabilized. After a long time, he sighed and said: "Okay, then let's go out first, you pour a cup of tea, and we will talk slowly."

When Shen Moyan and he had sat down beside the mahogany table and chairs, and painted two cups of tea in front of them, the old monk spoke quietly.

"When I went to the mass grave, I originally wanted to see if Xue Shaoqing's soul remained there, or if he had wandered for a long time, but he died somewhere, and the soul would return there subconsciously, waiting to be discovered." He said. The voice is familiar with the old feeling, and he speaks in a leisurely manner.

"Then what happened afterwards? After you went, what did you find?" Shen Moyan was anxious to hear what he was going to say, and hurriedly asked: "You said you met other ghosts there, what happened?"

"When I went, I didn't find Xue Shaoqing." Heng Yan took a sip of tea and continued to say slowly: "So I stayed for a few more days thinking that if I could wait for him to come back, or be able to listen to some news like other ghosts. "

"Go ahead." Shen Moyan was impatient and kept urging.

"But I never waited for Xue Shaoqing. On the contrary, there are many ghosts around, most of them are newly dead. You also understand that in places where too many people have died, accidents are easy to happen when the yin is too heavy. "The old monk didn't seem to want to tell this story very much, he seemed to be thinking about how to say it while telling it.

"Didn't you say you met an old ghost?" Shen Moyan frowned and said, "What's going on?"

"I met that old ghost later. He must have stayed there for a long time and was unable to leave. I don't know what went wrong." Heng Yan sighed again, and he couldn't tell the man what happened next. To speak, you can only make up a lie and hope that the other party will believe it.

"Shen Moyan, don't be so persistent, after so many years, you should be tired." He persuaded him kindly.

"I'll let you continue talking!" Hearing him talk about him, the man was already a little angry: "I want to tell the truth, you tell it now!"

"The truth..." Heng Yan was silent for a while, picked up the teapot and mixed some tea for himself, and said calmly, "I'll tell you that."

He made up his mind and said slowly: "I described Xue Shaoqing's appearance to the ghost when he died. I didn't intend to gain anything, but I didn't expect him to say that he had seen it 80 years ago, but... .”

"But what?" Shen Moyan's heart was raised in his throat, and he kept asking: "Say it! Go on!"

"But it's too weak since death. In fact, ghosts need energy just like people. If a person is tortured to exhaustion before death, then the energy after death will be relatively negligible, so Xue Shaoqing should be in this state at that time. "Heng Yan's voice couldn't hear sorrow or joy, his eyes didn't look at the man, and he couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

"He said that when Xue Shaoqing's ghost appeared, his expression was in a trance, and his figure was faintly visible, so his soul was smashed and scattered by other ghosts not long after he died." He took a sip from his teacup and looked up: "You know, the ghost in that place Many, everyone wants to fight for territory. When you went, Xue Shaoqing was gone, but the fate is still turning, so Wang Ye is now."

"So..." Shen Moyan stared at him blankly, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his voice was hoarse as if he couldn't hear clearly: "Will I never see him again? See you again Can't? Can't wait?"

"Yes, you'll never see each other again." Heng Yan said firmly, "So, just forget it, it's fine if you're not with Wang Ye now."

"Yes...it's pretty good..." Shen Moyan still couldn't help but shed tears, whether it was sadness or regret: "It's a pity...that he failed him..."