Every day in the Shura field, I'm doing fancy whitewashing

That car accident did not kill Song Xiu, he survived by luck, but he almost died because of Shen Zhou's words.

The severe pain in his heart made his face turn pale, and his figure swayed slightly. He supported the bed with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I suddenly discovered something very interesting."

Shen Zhou didn't understand what Song Xiu was talking about, he looked at Song Xiu suspiciously, frowned and said, "I don't want to listen to your nonsense."

"One sentence, just one sentence." Song Xiu took a deep breath and said, "If I die, will you be sad?"

Shen Zhou smiled. He looked at Song Xiu mockingly, and said, "What are you thinking? Why should I be sad when you die? You don't think that I will love you if you occupy Wen Xu's body for a few days right?"

Song Xiu had already guessed the answer, but he always wanted to ask it persistently. Now he finally got the answer. Although the answer might not be what he wanted in his heart, he still smiled and said, "I should have known earlier. It makes sense, but it’s only now that I understand what it means.”

He shook his head helplessly, sat on the ground, looked at Shen Zhou's leaving back, and said softly, "You once said that you like me, not who I am. It seems that I am the only one who takes this sentence seriously. It deserves it to be at this point.”

He touched the oxygen mask of his body many times, but in the end, he chose to give up. With difficulty, he stood up while supporting the bed, and left the ward slightly staggering.

Shen Zhou went back to the villa alone, Wen Xu hadn't been back for a while, no, it should be said that Song Xiu hadn't been back for a while, Shen Zhou opened the door of his room, and saw the neatly arranged bed, everything was in order. Arranged in an orderly manner.

He should have sensed something was wrong. He has a lazy personality and likes to throw things everywhere instead of tidying up, but Song Xiu is different. He does things in an orderly manner and likes to be tidy most of the time. During this time, even if Song Xiu is not feeling well , but still like to get things neat and tidy.

He should have noticed something was wrong...but, he never noticed it.

Sitting by the bed, Shen Zhou would occasionally think of Song Xiu lying on the bed, turning his head through the glass, looking at the sunshine outside.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Shen Zhou was taken aback for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at the phone call. It showed the feng shui master he was looking for earlier. When Shen Zhou answered the phone, he heard the other party say, "Mr. Shen, your This friend contacted me, and he agreed to come out of this body, but what I need to remind you is..."

"No need to ask." Shen Zhou directly interrupted the Feng Shui master, he said, "Just let him come out, whether he is willing or not, no matter what conditions he asks, I agree...don't ask me anymore, I will I hope that when I see this body next time, his name will be Wen Xu, not Song Xiu."

The Feng Shui master paused, then smiled and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zhou stood up, turned around and walked out. He asked people to buy clothes and quilts again, and was going to replace everything in the house. Since Wen Xu was coming back, he must Give Wen Xu the best.

But he didn't know that at the same moment, another person was sitting on the sofa, and he said with a smile, "If I die, please give this to Shen Zhou, and say sorry to him for me, everything is my own doing." passionate."

The feng shui master froze for a moment and asked, "Are you really in love with him?"

"Yeah, I fell in love with it." Song Xiu lowered his eyes and smiled, obviously with a warm appearance, but the Feng Shui master saw the appearance of the man lying on the hospital bed from this face, exactly the same proud, exactly the same Wanton.

Exactly the same death without turning back... That's right, this is just one person.

"Do you know what price you will pay if you come out of this body, if you use your life to lure Wen Xu's soul out?" Now, the price you paid for resuscitating a dead person must be extremely painful."

"I've experienced even more miserable things. I have nothing to lose, and I don't want to gain anything anymore. No matter how miserable it is, I can accept it." Song Xiu smiled slightly, coughed softly, and said , "I died once, and I'm not afraid to do it again."

There was a smile in his eyes, no fear at all.

"Okay, since you insist on this..." The Feng Shui master stood up and said, "Use this knife to carve this rune pattern on your heart, and then you don't need to worry about it... I will ask you one last time, are you sure Will you regret it?"

"No." Song Xiu sighed, he gave a low laugh, and said, "I'm tired."

Song Xiu took the knife and left the Feng Shui master. He returned to his room. There was no one to tidy it up for a while. He subconsciously tidied up his things, especially his own room. Neatly.

[666: Host, do you know this rune? 】

[Song Xiu: It's not that I haven't been a Feng Shui master, I still know this one... Tsk, this rune is insidious enough, but it's the only rune, life for life. 】

[666: Friendly reminder, last time there was pain shielding, but this time it is gone]

[Song Xiu: whatever. 】

Not to mention this kind of pain, even if his body in this world suffers from such pain, he doesn't care, as long as the goal can be achieved, as long as the task can be completed, what is this kind of pain?

After he packed everything up, according to the requirements of the Feng Shui master, at twelve o'clock in the evening, facing the bathroom mirror, he exposed his chest, and the sharp dagger blade stuck to his skin, and a burst of coldness emanated from the dagger blade. Looking at himself in the mirror, without the slightest hesitation, the sharp blade cut his chest, and blood gushed out instantly, flowing down the dagger.

Song Xiu's face was slightly pale. He held the sink tightly in one hand and the dagger in the other. According to the rune, he carved it on his chest. His flesh and blood turned out. The blood on his face faded away, and his clothes were soaked in blood. Yes, Song Xiu's wrist trembled slightly, and the dagger blade fell to the ground. He stretched out his hand to support the sink, panting heavily, feeling almost suffocated, the blood loss made his heart beat faster, Song Xiu gritted his teeth, He squatted down halfway, picked up the dagger blade again, and forcibly carved the last bit of rune before falling to the ground in a sudden loss of strength.

The blood was still gushing out, and his eyes were a little dark, as if covered with a layer of gauze, he couldn't see anything clearly, but gradually, he seemed to be able to hear some people's voices.

"Is this man dying?"

"Look at the blood on the ground... is it going to die?"

"Is this suicide? Those who commit suicide do not enter reincarnation..."

"Who knows? It's a pity that he is so young. Look at the rune on his chest, how strange it is..."

"This is... no, this is a surrogate curse... This person, is this person exchanging his life for his life?"

"Then he's in some pain. This scapegoating curse forcibly pulls the soul out of the body. It's like tearing it apart. It's so pitiful, alas."

……

The voices of those people became smaller and smaller, and an indescribable pain slowly swept across Song Xiu's whole body. He was very familiar with this kind of pain. He had felt it once before. It was the pain from the soul being torn apart. Repeatedly. A little bit was crushed, torn, and the pain was so painful that it wanted to make people collapse, but there was no trace of blood.

Song Xiu trembled in pain and curled himself up. He leaned against the wall and couldn't help coughing up a big mouthful of blood. The blood flowed faster from the wound, and far away in the hospital ward, his own body suddenly convulsed , Those instruments made a sharp sound, and doctors and nurses walked in immediately.

His body spat out a mouthful of blood unconsciously, and the oxygen mask was full of blood. The nurse immediately took off the oxygen mask and replaced him with a new oxygen mask. The blood stained the hospital bed red, and he was still unconscious. He vomited blood, and the doctor immediately said, "Examine immediately, notify all departments, and prepare for surgery."

"Where's his family? Sign the consent form for the operation." The doctor said.

The nurse on the side looked at each other, and immediately replied, "He has no relatives."

The doctor paused, and then said, "Save the person first, and immediately contact the person who can sign the operation consent for him. If you can't find his relatives, contact his company. Someone will care about a life, right?"

Song Xiu didn't know what happened in the hospital. If he knew, he would laugh and reply, "No one really cares."

His chest seemed to be crushed inch by inch, his flesh and blood seemed to be torn apart, something pulled his heart out abruptly, his whole body convulsed from the pain, he vomited blood mouthful, staring at his eyes, even He could barely see anything.

After reading the document, Shen Zhou was about to rest, but accidentally dropped a glass on the ground and broke it. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that this glass was given to him by Song Xiu. At that time... it should be Song repaired it.

Shen Zhou's eyes lowered slightly, after thinking about it, he still called the Feng Shui master and asked, "When will Wen Xu come back?"

The feng shui master replied, "Maybe tomorrow, you will be able to see the person you want to see."

Hearing the Feng Shui master's words, Shen Zhou didn't relax at all, but suddenly mentioned it, he paused, and asked in a low voice, "What about him? Did he return to his body?"

"Do you care about him?" The feng shui master didn't answer Shen Zhou's words directly. He looked at the documents next to his hand. These were all things Song Xiu left for Shen Zhou. He said, "He... has something for you, tomorrow you After seeing the person you want to meet, come to me and I will give you something."

Shen Zhou faintly felt that the Feng Shui master's tone was wrong, but he couldn't tell it for a while, so he paused and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, the feng shui master opened the document, which said "Gift Agreement".

This is the last thing Song Xiu left for Shen Zhou, and it is also the only thing he has left.

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