Museum of the Dead

in the hospital.

In the back is the inpatient area, where the nurses are constantly busy, checking the wards and pushing the old man in a wheelchair to relax.

Xiaoli is also one of the angels in white who work diligently and conscientiously. Today, she will check in the intensive care ward area on the third floor.

She pushed open the door.

This is a VIP ward, and the environment is obviously much better than that of ordinary wards. At least you don't have to share with two or three patients you don't know.

Sitting on the bed was a gentle man, with a thin face and heavy dark circles under his eyes. The blue and white checked hospital gown was too big for him, and it supported him loosely.

Apparently this man had been battling illness for many hours.

Xiaoli knew the patient's background: divorced early, never remarried, her ex-wife passed away, and her only daughter is still missing.

However, the fruit and flowers in the ward have never been broken, because people often come to visit him, and the column of relationship with the patient in the registration is mostly the relationship between the staff and the boss.

Probably another person who neglected his family for the sake of his career!Xiaoli sighed, he may be a good boss and leader, but he is not a competent husband and father.

Seeing someone coming in, the man hurriedly put down the book in his hand. Although his face was haggard from the vicissitudes of life tortured by the disease, the temperament accumulated over the years has not changed. He smiled friendlyly at the nurse on duty in front of him.

Xiaoli also smiled, showing her two little canine teeth, full of vigor.

"Mr. Hu, how do you feel today?" Xiaoli asked with concern while holding the medical record in her hand, "Does your body still hurt?"

This man called Mr. Hu is Jiang Shanshan's biological father - Hu Tianyou.

Although that kind of greeting is just a necessary professional practice, Hu Tianyou still feels that someone cares about him, and because Xiaoli is about the same age as his daughter Shanshan, this makes his affection for Xiaoli increase dramatically.

Hu Tianyou's voice was hoarse but gentle: "It doesn't hurt, it feels okay."

Xiaoli smiled, and instructed as usual: "You should pay attention to rest at ordinary times, and don't be too tired. For something that takes your brain like a book, you have to take a break after reading it for half an hour!"

"Well, I see." Hu Tianyou raised an "OK" gesture playfully, amusing the little nurse.

The door was closed, and the smile on Hu Tianyou's face froze at the corner of his mouth.He, a patient with terminal cancer, even if he pays attention to rest, he still has a few days to live!

He is far from being as optimistic as he appears, and of course this is human nature—this kind of thing happens to ordinary people, and the process of experience is usually shock, grief, gradual acceptance, fear, pain, and finally leaving.

Hu Tianyou didn't know how long he could live. After all, his weight was already much lower than that of a normal middle-aged man. Attending his ex-wife's funeral a few days ago almost cost him the last half of his life.

He didn't even sit in a wheelchair, and proudly put on a formal suit to say goodbye to his former relatives——

That farewell was not only for his ex-wife, but also for his missing daughter who owed a lot. He might not survive the day when he could find a woman.

There is no news about that detective.

Hu Tianyou felt a little annoyed at the thought of this, but mobile phones were not allowed in the ward, and he could not contact others.

He simply didn't think about it, and took out something from under the pillow.

Hu Tianyou couldn't help smiling when he saw something like this. This is a photo album, which he made when he and his ex-wife were not divorced.

When his daughter Jiang Shanshan was born, he was so happy that he bought a camera and said he wanted to record Shanshan's growth.I have to take a lot of photos every year, and then select some of them to develop and put them in the photo album, and show them to my daughter when she grows up.

This is a very meaningful event, but it is a pity that it stopped when Jiang Shanshan was six years old - they divorced that year.

Hu Tianyou looked at the photo, the corners of his eyes were moist, but he could no longer bear such emotional ups and downs. He felt that his heart was beating so fast that he became dizzy, and the blood in his whole body seemed to flow backwards all of a sudden.

He groaned/groaned in pain, bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped on the bed sheet, and he grabbed the quilt desperately, hoping to relieve the pain caused by the cancer.

In a daze, he saw a man in black in front of him, and the pain made him temporarily speechless.

Who are you... are...Why did it appear...here?

而黑衣男人像是能听见他心里的声音一般，像是读课本那样宣告道：“胡天佑，于2018年8月8日下午3点58分29秒死亡，距离死亡时间还有……3秒。”

Before Hu Tianyou could be shocked, he felt a burst of relief all over his body, and slowly began to float upwards. He could even look down and see that he was tightly gripping his painfully distorted body under the quilt.

Is he... dead?He thought he could last for a few days—at least until the day when his daughter heard the news, he even thought about it, and he accepted life or death.

Didn't expect... to die like this?

He is not reconciled!He is absolutely not reconciled... he just died like this!

Tianling drooped his eyes lazily one second before, and opened them completely in the next second—a layer of black mist formed around Hu Tianyou's undead, and the black mist gathered more and more, and the resentment became stronger and stronger!

"Damn it! That's why it's the most troublesome thing to be assigned to work in the hospital!" Tianling complained while pulling out the soft sword from his waist, which was his best weapon, "Don't act rashly!"

But in just a short moment, Hu Tianyou's undead was already full of resentment. There are too many souls in a place like a hospital, and the resentment is heavy. Undead are most likely to become evil spirits.

Hu Tianyou still had a long-cherished wish in his heart, how could he listen to the spirit of heaven, he gathered a cloud of black energy, broke through the glass window, and flew straight into the sky!

"What!" Tianling gritted his teeth, not daring to be slighted, and hurriedly followed, "Don't be fucking excited, listen to me!"

Hu Tianyou is focused on one place——Jiang Shanshan's missing place: Tibet.

……

"Cultivation to become a fairy?" Except for the speaker Yin Lu'an, the other three were shocked and repeated it. Even the proprietress put down the Korean drama in her hand and listened carefully with both ears.

"What do you think about fantasy novels?" Li Ming is of course a staunch atheist, "One can cultivate into a fairy by summoning the zodiac sign? I believe it more when you say seven."

Yin Lu'an ignored Li Ming's sarcasm, and explained to everyone in a calm tone. Of course, maybe he only wanted to explain to Fei Yan, and the others were incidental.

"I only know a little bit about the Five Elements of Taoism." Yin Luan wrote down the zodiac signs of the five victims just now in his notebook, "The zodiac signs of these five people correspond to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth respectively. And from this Dig out the corresponding organs from the five people, place them in the corresponding positions, and pick a day to cultivate into immortals."

Yin Lu'an didn't say much about Taoism. On the one hand, he only knew a little bit about it. On the other hand, it was a waste of time to explain it, and it was difficult for ordinary people to appreciate its true meaning in a short time.So he only cut out the complicated and kept it simple, trying to explain it in an easy-to-understand manner.

Fei Yan stared at the notebook, and he found that Yin Luan's gesture of holding the pen was very strange—it was not so strange, it might be better to say that he held the black fountain pen in the same way as a writing brush, and that the characters he wrote were very old, similar to It is between oracle bone inscriptions and Xiaozhuan.

And Li Ming obviously noticed this too, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Are you a half-immortal? Or a magic stick?" After speaking, he pointed to the few "uncommon characters" on the notebook, "What kind of character is this? Special characters for drawing symbols? "

The word "magic stick" has always had a derogatory meaning from ancient times to the present. Yin Luan's expression was calm. He never cared about people's evaluation of him, but the man in front of him who raised his eyebrows and made trouble with his words, he No matter how you look at it, it's awkward.

Yin Luan suddenly met Liming's eyes, and Liming was taken aback, after all, the oppressive temperament of the other party made him a little scared.

"What... what's wrong?"

Yin Lu'an's pupils were very black, and when he looked into it, it was like being sucked into an endless abyss.He said lightly, "In the future, you will die alone forever."

dawn:"……"

Hold!Is this cursing myself for being single for the rest of my life...

Fei Yan has never seen Yin Lu'an take the initiative to scare others, he is always cold and lonely.He suddenly burst into a secret joy from the bottom of his heart, and there was also some indescribable pride and shyness in his secret joy.

Is it because of him that Mr. Curator changed?Is he becoming more and more vivid because of himself?

Fei Yan was still thinking, when the top of his head was rubbed by a pair of big hands, he looked up at Yin Luan, and saw him say in a very proud tone: "And I, and him, will be happy until the end of life."

Xu Jun, who has never opened his mouth to cause trouble: "..."

The culprit, Li Ming: "..."

Fuck!Big Brother... No, Grandpa, I just said a few words about you.You're so affectionate, I'm afraid others don't know why you two are a couple?

Fei Yan, who was petted like a puppy, was suddenly shy, and the secret joy just now swelled into a huge joy in his heart-his curator, he actually showed his affection in front of others!

It's so beautiful...it's embarrassing.

Sometimes the curator's show is completely beyond his expectations.

And the proprietress who has been listening to their conversation is extremely calm, which is not surprising. There are gay bars around the hotel, and a pair of drunk men often come to her to open a room in the middle of the night. After a long time, it becomes commonplace.

Seeing that the gossip was gone, she started busy with things like bookkeeping.

"Then what..." Fei Yan's neck was red, seeing that everyone was silent and trying to restore the atmosphere, "What time is it? It's dawn! Don't waste time!"

Liming snorted and snorted, gave Yin Luan a look, and strode out of the hotel door proudly, unfortunately, he almost fell to the ground by the steps because he didn't look at the road.

"Day!" Li Ming felt that he was a bit of a loser today, and yesterday he thought he had met his true love, but there was obviously an evil star next to his true love.

Fate was so close, he vowed to stay away from this perverted evil star with long hair in the future!

Xu Jun was afraid that he would break his bones, so he hurriedly followed.

Fei Yan and the two also followed, walking at a leisurely pace, keeping a little distance from the front.

The blush on his neck has not dissipated until now, after thinking about it, he finally asked Yin Luan: "Do you still know fortune-telling?"

"will not."

Fei Yan wanted to ask him to do the math for himself, but he actually said that he didn't know how to do it, "Then what you just did was a lie?"

Yin Lu'an stopped suddenly, gently held his hand, and his ten fingers blended naturally between each other's ten fingers. He kissed Fei Yan's slightly cool fingertips lightly, and then opened his mouth.

"The sentence to him is a lie, and the sentence to you - it is true." Yin Luan looked at Fei Yan sideways, and he was the only one in his eyes. "Not only this life, but also the next life, and the next life." In the next life, I will be happy with you until the end of life. As long as you are always reincarnated in the three realms, as long as my breath is alive, my soul will not die."

Fei Yan was stunned, he was really about to explode on the spot!

The author has something to say: Yan Yan: My God, is this still my aloof curator? ! ! !Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Yin Lu'an: Don't get excited, this is just the beginning.

Tianling who is still chasing ghosts: mmp

Amber who still has no role: ...

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