I was admitted to Tsinghua University after completing the Underworld KPI.

"I can see ghosts, am I going to die?"

Qi Feixing heard that soul-living young man say this. When he said this, there was no fear of death in the face of ordinary people, or pain, or even a trace of nostalgia. Instead, there was some obvious joy.

Why are you happy?

Qi Feixing found this person interesting, and asked, "Why do you seem so happy to see me?"

Putting his hands together, the young man leaned to the side, wanting to lean against the wall to pose a cool pose, but because he was in the state of a living soul, he didn't notice it for a while, and went through the wall directly.

With half of his body stuck in the wall, the boy staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Cough." He pushed himself back, coughed to cover up his embarrassment, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Accident, accident."

After finishing speaking, he went on to reply: "Of course I am happy. If I die early, I will be reborn sooner. I can't wait to drink Meng Po soup right now, and get reincarnated as soon as possible."

Seeing so openly?

As if he could see what Qi Feixing was thinking, the young man curled his lips, his eyes showing obvious boredom.

"If you're lying in a hospital bed and three groups of people a day try to unplug your oxygen tank and kill you, you'll be like me," he said.

The amount of information was too much, and Qi Feixing couldn't digest it for a while. He found it difficult to understand, and asked, "Didn't you think of calling the police?"

After finishing speaking, Qi Feixing came to his senses: "Oh, you already need an oxygen tank... There must be no way to call the police."

"But what about your family?"

It is impossible to pull out the oxygen tank, is it his family?

Qi Feixing felt that it was impossible to have such cruel parents.

The next moment, the boy said lightly: "They are all dead."

He laughed at himself: "If my parents hadn't died, it wouldn't be the turn of those people to harm me."

The young man looked at Qi Feixing and said, "Since you are a ghost messenger, you should know how I will die, right?"

He smiled and said, "Then tell me, which idiot hired someone to kill me?"

When he spoke the last half of the sentence, the smile on the young man's face grew wider and wider, but his tone was very fierce, as if he could hire someone to use the same method on the spot to kill him after he knew the answer.

However, Qi Feixing shook his head: "You are not dead yet, I can't find out."

Even if it is found, there is nothing that can be done with the other party's current state.

The young man in front of him looks young, but it seems that there are many stories in his experience. In addition to world-weariness, there is also undisguised hatred in his eyes.

This is a living soul with many stories, but Qi Feixing will not go back to explore it.

He looked at the scars on the opponent's body and the gauze on his forehead. He guessed that he had been in a car accident. The young man was in a bad state, and Yin Qi began to emerge from his body. The sparks above his head were clearly going out, as if they were going to really go out in the next moment.

Qi Feixing said: "You are dying."

The other party became interested: "How long do I have?"

"About an hour." Qi Feixing said.

"That's fine."

Since this person was about to die, Qi Feixing simply followed him and took him away when the time came.

So he asked, "Do you have any wish?"

"Huh?" The young man looked at Qi Feixing's outfit, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A guess appeared in his mind, and Qi Feixing hurriedly said: "It doesn't count if you hit someone for you."

After he finished speaking, obvious disappointment appeared on the face of the boy opposite. The boy shrugged and spread his hands: "Okay."

"Then you come with me."

The boy in hospital uniform led the way, and Qi Feixing followed him through several wards, and finally came to the door of an intensive care unit, and saw him pass through the wall directly.

This should be where his body is.

After entering, sure enough, the young man lying on the bed was pale, and he looked exactly like the living soul who was about to die. He was wearing a ventilator, all kinds of tubes were inserted in his body, and the equipment around him was running. It won't be long.

But the boy looked at himself on the bed, as if he saw a stone on the side of the road, without blinking his eyes.

He turned his head and pointed at Qi Feixing with his usual expression: "Take a look at the thing in the drawer, whether it can still be used."

Qi Feixing went over to open the drawer he was talking about, and saw two game consoles lying inside.

"I just bought it." The boy said, "I was going to take it to play with my friends, but there was a car accident on the way, and the doctor put it in the drawer for me during the examination."

"I don't have any wishes, but if I have to say it, I just bought a game console and haven't played it once. It's a pity. If you have time, please ask Ghost to play two games with me."

When he spoke, he seemed indifferent, but Qi Feixing could see the reluctance in the young man's eyes, as well as a hint of expectation.

So how can you not care so much, people are going to die, and what you want to do in the end will definitely not be random.

He nodded immediately: "OK."

"It's just that in your current state, you can't touch the game console, but it's unrealistic for you to return to your body..."

Unexpectedly, the ghost messenger in front of him actually agreed, and the boy's eyes lit up slightly: "Then what can you do?"

"Look at me."

Qi Feixing snapped his fingers, and as soon as the sound came out, a string of flames burned at his fingertips. The flames danced very beautifully, but even standing one meter away, people could feel the extremely cold temperature above.

It is clearly fire, but it seems to be in the cold winter.

Qi Feixing held the flame close to the game console, and then ignited one of them. The extremely cold flame burned the game console almost instantly.

Seeing the boy's name and birthday from the card beside the bed, Qi Feixing said, "Song Yue, stretch out your hand."

Hearing his name, the boy reached out subconsciously, and a game console appeared in his hand in the next second.

He reacted and asked in surprise, "Is this the way to burn paper money for the dead?"

"En." Qi Feixing raised his eyebrows.

He took another game console, rummaged through it, and asked, "Which one are you playing?"

"Star Wars."

This is a very old game, Qi Feixing found it and opened it: "OK."

The two played the game for more than half an hour, and the sound of the game cleared several times. After clearing the level again, Song Yue suddenly said: "Please call the police for me."

Qi Feixing didn't even think about it: "Okay."

Song Yue was talking while playing games. He read out a series of account passwords: "This is my cloud disk account. I left a lot of evidence in it, but before I could hand it over, there was a car accident."

"Okay." Qi Feixing still said the same word.

I don't know why Song Yue was amused, the young man laughed for a long time and said, "You ghost, why are you so easy to talk to?"

"No way." Qi Feixing smacked his lips and said, "Too kind."

"Hahaha." Song Yue laughed for a while, and then said softly, "Thank you."

"If I hadn't made my will a long time ago, and donated all the money, I would have nothing left. Now I would like to buy a lot of Ming coins and burn them for you."

Qi Feixing: "..."

You don't have to.

After playing the game for a long time, it was Song Yue who called to stop first. He looked at the records in the game account and sighed.

"I miss my father, and I also miss my mother."

"If they hadn't died so early, or left me less money, I wouldn't have died so soon."

Song Yue hissed, and his tone was very regretful: "If I knew that hell and ghosts really existed, I wouldn't have written my will so badly. I should ask a lawyer to burn some paper money for me. Thinking about it, I feel bad."

Not two seconds later, he changed his mind again: "I hope that after I get to the bottom, I can still eat the old."

When the time was up, the surrounding instruments began to beep, and there were footsteps outside the door. Qi Feixing stood up and stretched out his hand to the already sullen young man: "Then I wish your wishes come true."

"Let's go, I'll send you to eat the old man."

"Crack." Song Yue patted Qi Feixing's hand and stood up slowly.

"Okay, goodbye friend."

He seemed to be very reluctant to see people outside the ward. As soon as the ghost door opened, he walked in without hesitation. After Song Yue's figure disappeared inside the door, people in the ward came in one after another.

Everyone in suits and leather shoes looks like a dog.

Qi Feixing glanced at the book of life and death.

"Song Yue, a native of Beijing, died in a car accident at the age of 16, murdered."

The people in the capital are actually considered dead in a foreign land.

The ordinary people have never seen such a dramatic thing. Qi Feixing remembered the account password left by Song Yue, found the Jinchuan City Bureau, fell into a dream where he was, and told the account password to the napping policeman on duty.

He deliberately used formulas to deepen the policeman's memory, to ensure that after the other party woke up, he would not forget it because of Huang Liang's dream.

Then there was still time, and he went to the hospital again.

This time, I met a girl who was only six years old. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, because she suffered from a rare osteogenesis imperfecta, which is also called porcelain doll.

Weakness of the five senses, dyspnea, blood clotting disorder, extremely difficult to recover from the wound... This is a porcelain doll, it will shatter when blown on it.

The little girl died in the morning, and her body had been taken away by her family, but her soul was still in the hospital before it could leave.

"Do you have any wishes?"

Qi Feixing squatted down and looked at the little girl at the same level, but the other party couldn't see or hear clearly, so Qi Feixing amplified his voice and repeated.

"I want... I want to ride a horse, ride a pony on the grassland, enjoy the wind, and watch the sunrise on the grassland."

She said this with heartbreaking anticipation on her face.

Because she has never seen the sunrise on the grassland, and has never run a horse.

But there was finally a chance after death.

"Okay." Qi Feixing said, "Brother will take you there."

It was the first time for Qi Feixing to run so far by shrinking the ground into an inch, and he used it many times in a row before reaching a grassland.

He brought a horse soul in the herdsman's stable, rode on it, and brought the little girl to a horse race that staggered and almost fell off.

The wind and grass on the entire grassland can be heard, and the little girl's happy laughter floats far away.

Under the horizon in the distance, the sun rose, and Qi Feixing let the little girl sit on his shoulders. The bright golden red of the rising sun dyed her shofar braid red.

"So lovely."

She shouted: "It's so beautiful—the sunrise!"

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感谢在2022-08-0323:10:53~2022-08-0401:29:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zilian Diehua; 5 bottles of Baibaibai; 1 bottle of Fubing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!