Sick Viper [Quick Transmigration]

Yin Yuanhan died, in a physical sense.

However, this does not mean that the child of the plane has been destroyed, because it is obvious that this world is still fine.

Yan Changchu was not surprised by this, he was still very calm, the system asked him if he wanted to jump to the next world to avoid being backlashed by luck, but was rejected.

Thinking of the actions of the host after the previous reminder, and what the other party could do when they first met the host, the system stopped mentioning this matter.

The Yan family mansion was gradually filled with mist.

It was a kind of gloomy and ominous thick fog full of strange colors, and the bright sunshine was shrouded by dark clouds in an instant, as if a storm was about to come.

Yin Yuanhan's body was buried in the courtyard, and there was no sign of getting up from the soil. Yan Changchu looked out from the huge window in the living room, and the wind blew the leaves rustling, and the whistling sound could be heard indoors.

"Master, dinner is ready." A servant reminded him from behind, and Yan Changchu averted his gaze towards the courtyard.

The food was placed on the table in front of him one by one in an orderly manner. When the knife was about to be placed on the table, Yan Changchu grabbed that hand.

"Yin Yuanhan." He said, feeling the hand that was holding it go stiff, "You can't kill me with this kind of thing."

The undead who was called to reveal his identity didn't do any more useless cover-ups. Perhaps it was because everything this young master of the Yan family did was so confusing that it seemed unpredictable, Yin Yuanhan didn't dare to underestimate him.

What's more, my own reaction when my name was called already explained everything, no matter how much I tried to hide it, it was useless.

He just defended himself: "I don't mean that."

"Is that so?" The young man looked at the ghost possessing his servant and said, "I killed you. Logically speaking, you also want to kill me when you come back."

Yin Yuanhan put down the table knife and placed it carefully, as if he was really the other party's servant.

"It's because I'm back that I didn't come to kill you."

"Oh?" Yan Changchu seemed to be aroused, and waited for the next sentence with great interest.

Seeing this, the ghost in the skin of a living person showed some kind of strange joy and excitement. He pulled away the chair opposite the young man and sat down, as if he was about to make a long speech.

"You see, from many legends, stories, and most people's cognition, the more miserable the death, the more unwilling, the more hatred, and the more resentment, the more likely it is to turn into a ghost, and the more powerful it is, Right?"

Until he started to explain, Yin Yuanhan seemed calm all the time, including before he died, but at this moment, his demeanor, words and deeds were the opposite, more like a child, as if he was revealing his true appearance also manifested together.

It reminds people that he is really just a young man.

Yan Changchu nodded noncommittally, "En."

"But," Yin Yuanhan's face suddenly sank, "If this is the case, why didn't my mother, your mother, and those who were killed by Yin Zha become ghosts like me?"

"Because people in the world hope that there will be bad karma and bad retribution, and hope that even if they don't get a fair and just ending until they die, they can get it after death. Executionable." The young man propped his chin up, his long hair hanging from his shoulders, "but the reality is not necessarily so."

"That's right!" It seemed that because they had the same opinion, the undead was very excited.

He continued: "If Li Gui's statement is true, Yin Zha should have received his karma long ago. Even if I couldn't see the ghost when I was alive, if that guy was killed by revenge, I would definitely be able to detect the signs."

"But no, this only means that there are no ghosts, or even if you die with such resentment, you can't become a ghost that can take revenge and take your life." Yin Yuanhan stood up from the chair, "And I'm here now."

He looked at the cloudy weather outside, "I have become a ghost, a ghost, and I can possess myself like this, and I can make the outside look like this."

"But I didn't die miserably with resentment in my heart."

The possessed servant walked towards Yan Changchu, the closer he got, the more he looked like Yin Yuanhan.

Young Ghost gradually calmed down from expression to tone, "When you killed me, you killed me very quickly and quickly. Compared with hatred and resentment, I was more surprised and puzzled than I could react to my death."

"When I died, I didn't suffer from pain and hatred, but I was able to come back as a ghost and possess power, and those who were killed and died without regret were not like me."

Yin Yuanhan turned his head sideways, "So I thought, why?"

"Compared to resenting people who are unwilling to die, I can have a chance to come back, a reason to have power... What is that thing?"

"Confused? No, all people who died unexpectedly due to unexpected factors are like this, and they didn't become like me." The undead asked himself and answered, his eyes fell completely on the wheelchair on the youth.

"And then I remembered."

"There is something deeper and greater than resentment..." The dead boy pulled a huge smile, "That is love!"

"It's love that brought me back, it's love that made me meet you again!"

He took Yan Changchu's hand, and he could feel the other's body temperature through the white gloves on his body, "Even if I was killed by you, I still love you. Only this kind of love made me overcome death. Because there is no one in this world who fell in love with the murderer at the moment of being killed like me."

silence.

Even the system was silent for a moment because of the speech of the son of this world plane.

【Did you expect this development before you pulled the trigger on him without hesitation? 】

If this is the attitude, then the host will definitely not be hurt by the luck of the child of the plane.

However, Yan Changchu denied this conjecture.

【Not. 】He took out his hand that was being held, and replied: 【It's just because I'm impatient. 】

[Since this is a spiritual world, since he has to die, let's die, that's all. 】

【I understand. 】

The person being confessed withdrew his hand mercilessly, and the boy who was supposed to be an evil spirit didn't get angry, and even suddenly realized something as if he remembered something.

Yin Yuanhan nodded to himself, "Indeed, this is not my own body, and I'm not happy to touch you with someone else's body."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have already obtained his memory and ability to take care of you."

Saying this, he broke away from the servant, and the servant who was not possessed fell to the ground in an instant. He was still the same as before being possessed, but the youth who existed in the state of a ghost had changed into a butler and deacon.

As a child of the plane, Yin Yuanhan's appearance is naturally not bad. With such changes at this time, he does have the shadow of an elite deacon, although that servant is not considered a housekeeper or deacon.

"So of course I didn't come to kill you." Undead finally concluded his explanation, "I have already answered Chang Chu's question, can you answer my question too?"

"Why did Changchu kill me?"

Compared with the appearance when possessed, the soul body that has returned to its true appearance carries the cold breath of the dead.

Faced with the cold young man approaching, Yan Changchu's expression remained unchanged, "It's very simple, because you are Yin Zha's son."

"It seems that you hate your father, but in order to gain his trust, you still did some bad things?" He said, "Yin Zhayi died too happily, so he will be tortured day and night, you It’s not so unforgivable that one shot can kill everything.”

"Although we hate your father together, we are not allies."

Receiving such a natural answer that regards the individual as a judge, Yin Yuanhan was not at all indignant at the cause of his death.

He even held his own face, with a high and distorted tone, "Ah, so that's the case. Sure enough, you love me too."

The ghost seemed to be trapped in his own intoxicated world, Yan Changchu watched it for a few seconds, but still broke his fantasy.

"That's not the case." The black-haired young man smiled for the first time since they met, "Your speech was wonderful, and I liked it too."

"But it's also absurd." The smile that had just appeared suddenly disappeared.

"You seem to me a poor wretch to support yourself with such absurd excuses because you don't want to admit a fact."

His words were as cold as his eyes, "How could I be in love with you?"

Yin Yuanhan was startled, and then seriously replied: "No, I definitely love you."

The boy straightened up and stroked his left chest. At this position of the deacon uniform, a rose was placed in the chest pocket, and it was opened hotly beyond the edge of the pocket.

Red like blood, right in the heart, like the imaginary trace of that gunshot.

Against the background of such a flower of love that almost gives people the illusion of grandeur, the smiling ghost is also a bit less cold, as if returning to the world, faintly alive.

"It was the shot you shot in my heart that killed me and brought me back."

"That's why I love you." With the persistent repetition of this sentence, the tone that was very gentle last second gradually became gloomy.

Probably because he realized that this was really not conducive to leaving a good impression on his sweetheart, Yin Yuanhan quickly adjusted his expression again, looking like an ordinary boy again.

The undead smiled tolerantly, as if he was the older one, "I'm really impatient, it's only natural that you don't have the same emotions as me, anyway, you've already killed me once , then your dislike for Yin Zha's son will be evened out."

The young ghost in the deacon's suit clapped his hands, and the servants in the whole house fell to the ground and then disappeared, and Yin Zha in the basement suddenly lost his life.

"Okay, now it's just the two of us." He stood behind the wheelchair the young man was sitting on, like a real butler and deacon.

But that gentle tone and close distance did not have the respect that a deacon should have.

"From now on, I will only take care of you."

The author has something to say: Yin Yuanhan, the warrior of love, don’t talk logic with snake spirits

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