The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

The man was dragged back in the end. He was covered in mud and his eyes were dull like a piece of stagnant water. His eyes were always on the car surrounded by flames.

"Mr. He, are you okay..."

The driver surrounded him with warm greetings.

There are no people around here, only some long roads.

One after another, one car after another came.

The fire brigade extinguished the fire in the car, revealing that it was trapped in the seat and had become the body of black charcoal.

He Qingding looked at the corpse with red eyes, covered his heart, and despite the obstruction of others, he just walked over.

"Mr. He..."

The people around him shouted worriedly, but the man could not hear him.

He looked at the unrecognizable Yan Rong inside, clutching his heart and falling down.

"He Zong!"

"Quick! Doctor!"

A group of people are busy in a group, taking care of their parents, the ghosts are transparent, one person after another walks in front of him, no one can see him.

They panicked He Qing away, leaving only ghosts standing alone.

He stretched out his hand. Just now, he wanted to support the fallen man, but the pale and transparent hand passed through the man.

Ghost, He Qing can't be touched.

He wanted to keep up. After walking a few steps, he seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier. He could only watch those people walking further and further away, with He Qing that he could not touch.

The ghost scratched and roared anxiously, no one could hear it, no one could see it.

Like being abandoned by the world, no one knows its existence anymore.

He could only sit on his body and watch him and He Qing drift away.

Yan Rong was sent to the morgue.

The ghost was sitting next to him, looking at himself on the white cloth.

The black layer outside was rudely thrown in by those who carried the body, and the black layer fell off, exposing the red skin.

very disgusting.

Young Master Yan Rong had never seen such a scene even when he was the hardest when he was a child, but this disgusting corpse was himself.

He sat beside him in a daze, as if there were a lot of things flashing in his mind, as if there was nothing.

Some people come and go, no one can see him, he has no thinking, no thinking, only the cold in the morgue accompanied him.

Cold, too cold.

His brain was turning slowly, and in the end, even this little turning was gone.

It has no thoughts, its face is completely blank, but its eyes are open again, as if to remember everything it sees.

In the cold room, the ghost was sitting on the bed, watching a door opened, and the pale-faced man walked in slowly. Someone was behind him, pointing to the black corpse, and said, "He, This is Yan Rong."

The stranger was gone, leaving only a beautiful-looking man.

It opened his eyes dullly, watching the man shaking his hand, stroking the disgusting corpse, which had long been burned to his face.

"Yan Rong, Yan Rong..."

"Does it hurt..." the man said softly, as if he was coaxing someone, "I will take you away, don't be afraid..."

It felt his voice was nice, and somehow, it jumped from the corpse, came to the man, and looked at him steadily.

He Qing couldn't see it, he stretched out his white hands, gently opened the white cloth covering his body, and reached into it.

The black ash was pinched in the palm of his hand, and he carefully took out a beautiful bottle and set it aside.

Holding the knife in his left, he opened his palm without hesitation.

The wound was so big that blood bleed out.

Tick, tick--

The man put his hand on the bottle, and the cyan bottle gradually spread with red silk thread, layer by layer, wrapped around it.

Its thinking was blank, but it opened its eyes and looked straight at the scene. Finally, it looked at the black ash that the man would take from the heart of Yan Rong's body and put it in the bottle.

A good scent suddenly appeared. It was unconscious and acted instinctively. It was picked on the man and sucked on his still bleeding wrist.

With its absorption, He Qing's complexion paled at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in the end, it was comparable to white paper.

The man covered his head dizzy due to excessive blood loss, his eyes full of joy.

He cherishes and cares and puts the small bottle in his arms.

Staggering, slowly walked out.

It followed the fragrance, step by step, and came behind the man.

He got in the car and went to He Qing's house.

The small bottle was set, and the man took out the incense altar and cut another opening, squeezing his own blood into it.

He took out the incense one by one, and wiped it with **** hands. After it was wiped, it was ignited and held in his hands.

"Yan Rong, come here, Yan Rong, come here..." The man repeated non-stop, his hands on the incense altar, blood dripping into it.

It was ignorant, not knowing who the man was, and shouting, but smelled the aroma, so he walked over and happily ate.

After eating, it was not enough, greedily embraced the man's hand and kept sucking Yin Hong's blood.

He Qing couldn't see it, but he could see that there was less blood on his hand. A smile appeared on his pale face, light and faint, very happy.

When it was eaten, it no longer drank blood, and stood obediently.

Although it does not know, why should he stand here.

Every day, he saw the man come to the bottle, which was fragrant one by one. The smell of incense was charming, but there was not enough blood to attract it.

Its thinking has become richer day by day, as if there is memory in his mind, but he can't remember who he is.

Until one day, he watched the man enter a room. The ghost was so miserable that he never left the bottle half a meter away and followed.

He Qing took off his clothes and put on a new shirt. His beautiful shoulder blades were exposed, and underneath was a slender waist.

It seemed to be confused and stepped forward. When there was only a little distance left from the man, his ignorant eyes suddenly sobered.

Those slightly raised eyes clearly saw the man's face, and he suddenly cooled down, "He Qing..."

Yan Rong looked at the man who couldn't save himself with extreme hatred and touched his face in a trance.

Smooth, it shouldn't be. He was obviously so badly burned by the fire. Even if he can stand up now, his face should be pitted.

Watching the man tie his tie quietly with his eyes down, Yan Rong frowned, and slap his hands in the past, "Do not speak, do you feel guilty!"

The slender hand, from He Qing, was worn over.

Yan Rong was stunned, and he looked down at his hand with a stunned look, slender and powerful, as before.

He Qing shook himself, as if suddenly cold, and took another coat from the closet.

He did not think of Yan Rong. According to the original plan, before the forty-nine days did not arrive, Yan Rong would not have a chance to sober.

But it just woke up, and forgot that ignorant memory.

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"Nineteen days..."

Yan Rong stretched out his hand and stared down staringly.

He was at He Qing's house and was enshrined in blood for nineteen days.

This man exchanged his sobriety with his own blood.

And what did he do to him...

He stared blankly, wanting to say something to He Qing, but saw him looking at himself with red eyes, a little bit transparent.

"You shouldn't wake up so early..."

The man shook his head and took a step back stupefyingly, saying, "You shouldn't remember, you are a ghost..."

The real ghost should have no memory, no thinking, and a muddled body, standing beside his body.

When it hits the sun, it disperses.

Yan Rong shivered and opened the book.

The heavenly books above have been written.

There is only one way to keep a person's soul.

With blood as a guide, the living sacrifices.

That is, one soul leads into another body.

That person must also be a blood relative.

——You can't kill him!

He stopped in front of Yan Ze and looked at him pleadingly.

Later, he pressed the face-loving man against the glass window, looking at his shame and helplessness.

As, he protects Yan Ze's price.

But in fact, he protected him.

Yan Rong--

Yan Rong shook his hand and continued to turn down.

Ghost, against the sky.

Every time a person dies, a soul disappears.

He looked down and his pupils gradually shrunk.

Follow the words of this book.

After death, a tangible, unconscious soul, also called a ghost, will remain.

But these souls have no thinking, so they are also called ghostless.

Ghosts exist, but they don't exist.

Dead, it's really nothing.

Someone came up with a way to save his ghostly wife.

Using his own body as a medium to support the unconscious ghost, forty-nine days is full, and the soul body is introduced to the person with blood relationship, and let it resurrect with the help of this body.

But there is a taboo.

During this period, the ghost should not be conscious, it should live with people's lives, sucking the breath of people every day, disguising itself as human.

When it thinks it is a ghost, it thinks of its death, it is the time to die.

And now, Yan Rong remembered.

He shivered and raised his head slowly.

Are you going to disappear?

Before it disappears, he must explain all the misunderstandings and humiliations...

"Mr. He..."

Yan Rong opened his mouth, before he had finished speaking, but he saw a man smile at him. This smile was so beautiful that he had never seen it.

"Yan Rong..." He Qing called his name, and at the same time reached out his cold fingers and landed on his neck.

He whispered, "I never thought you would be sober, but I was very happy during this time..."

The man smiled, but there were tears in his eyes, and a series of drops fell like it hit Yan Rong's heart.

"Really, I'm very happy. I always thought that you hate men. You didn't expect you to touch me."

Yan Rong stared blankly at the man, calling his name for the first time, "He Qing..."

"Hush!"

He Qing stopped his mouth, and his lips approached Yan Rong, as if to kiss him.

His beautiful eyes have been staring straight at Yan Rong's face, seeing him looking at himself, and coaxing softly, "Close your eyes."

Yan Rong listened to his words and slowly closed his eyes.

He heard that the man whispered, "I love you, Yan Rong."

"Three days later, remember to go to Yan Ze because he killed you."

"Also, I really appreciate your saving me in high school, thank you."

A cold kiss, touch away.

In the air, there was silence again.

As if something was pulled away, Yan Rong opened his eyes slowly, and the bright sun shone on him, but there was no person in front of him.

On the edge of the bookcase, there was a man upside down, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, and he was very stable.

When Yan Rong touched the book and touched it, his heart was flesh and blood, and the moment he remembered, He Qing was already dead.

"Do not……"

Yan Rong held the book, stunned, and came to the man in disbelief.

He closed his eyes and didn't breathe.

"He Qing..."

Yan Rong gently called him slowly, his voice never being gentle, "You wake up."

"Me, I know it's wrong, I won't mess with your things anymore, you see, I put it down, really put it down..."

Slowly, he put the book on the ground, his face uglier than crying, "What do you want me to do, I will show you..."

He Qing naturally ignored him.

He is dead, thoroughly dead.

Even more desperate is that when a person dies, there is really nothing.

There is no soul, no consciousness, no memory.

No, it's not--

He should be the one who died.

Why is it clearly that he was the ghost who remembered his life to die, and finally He Qing.

No, this should not be—

Yan Rong hurriedly opened the books, trembling and rummaging to find the last floor.

He shook his hand and looked at it word by word.

Feeding ghosts with people.

The ghost is resurrected and goes against the sky.

There is a handwriting at the back with detailed notes.

The ghost remembers the memory of the previous life. If the sacrifice is cut off at this time, it will become a soul without memory again, and it will die when it is exposed to the sun.

And if the devotee wants to continue, he needs to give his life.

If you want to resurrect a ghost, it is simply against the sky, so you can only change your life for life.

Use his own body to worship the ghost. After forty-nine days, the body he found for it must be the person who killed him.

The blood of the family is another enemy of life and death.

Plus a devotee to replace the ghost and disappear.

This is called, resurrection.

There are no ghosts in the world.

It turned out that this is...no ghosts in the world...

He believed that He Qing had killed him, so he bullied him, tortured him, took pleasure in seeing him in pain, treated him like that kind of person, and ran under him every day.

At that time, it was painful for He Qing who loved face.

However, he was so painful, and did not think of breaking the offering.

Knowing clearly, knowing that he will not be grateful.

What is he like, while enduring his own humiliation, and trying to help him resurrect.

"He Qing...He Qing..."

Yan Rong looked numb and sat on the ground looking at the man.

He is still a ghost now, so he no longer has to worry about being killed by the sun and becoming a walking dead without thinking.

Because, someone has died for him.

Yan Rong only felt the burning of the sun once, but it made him feel uncomfortable as if he was being cut by a knife.

He Qing disappeared in the sun.

Does he hurt a lot...

Yan Rong's heart wouldn't beating for a long time, but at this moment it felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer, and the pain was severe.

He Qing, died for him.

So uncomfortable.

Yan Rong has always felt that he was a selfish person, but why would he be so uncomfortable after seeing He Qing's body?

He wanted to cry, but the ghost had no tears.

So he could only be like an embarrassed, lost animal, beside the man, dull, murmured, calling his name.

In memory, that man was so called.

"He Qing, come here..."

"come on……"

Yan Rong didn't have a look in his eyes. He sat on the ground and shouted, "He Qing, He Qing..."

—He Qing, what’s in that bottle? Your old lover?

--Ok.

"Me, I am the one you like, I am it!!"

Yan Rong sat beside the man, the pain spread from the bottom of his heart.

It turned out that he has always been him.

The bottle is him.

The person he likes is him.

He has always been Yan Rong.

But why?

--High school classmates.

High school, high school...

When did he save He Qing...

At that time, it was the time when Yan Rong and Yan Zedou were fierce. He was only one year younger than Yan Ze, and the two were in the same high school.

He Qing, too.

Yan Rong had little interest in this friend of his elder brother, so he didn't pay much attention, but in his impression, the two of them have always been inseparable.

Until one day suddenly, Yan Ze asked him to fight.

He heard that something had happened to He Qing's family, and Yan Ze also took the opportunity to help his grandfather make a fortune. At that time, Yan Ze had tried every means to drive him away.

When did that day begin...

He drank and drunk, the old man donated to a building, and the guards did not dare to stop Yan Rong from returning to school late at night.

Yan Rong was sleepy and just wanted to hurry to the dormitory to go to bed, and when passing by the equipment room, he heard a fine sound from inside.

He had no sense of morality and privacy, and looked inside the probe. Unexpectedly, he looked at the surprise.

Yan Ze was pressing a person against the door, and went to his family like an anxious monkey.

Yan Rong was also bad. He suddenly smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Teacher, come on! Someone is playing hooligans!!"

"Come here!!"

He shouted with a heart that made Yan Ze uncomfortable. When he called, and then looked inside, he could only see a slightly thin body image of a frightened rabbit, and pushed away Yan Ze and ran away.

Quite shy.

Yan Rong rolled his eyes at Yan Ze, who looked overcast, and walked away.

Later, Yan Ze's contempt for Yan Rong turned into hatred.

He managed to get rid of him.

At that time, Yan Rong only thought that Yan Ze was dissatisfied with himself, but when I think about it now, the thin figure at the time was clearly He Qing.

It turned out that it was like this...

The ghost smiled and smiled, but seemed to cry.

Just because he saved him unconsciously.

He Qing gave his life.

Just... because of this...

The man's humiliating face, frowning eyebrows, and wrists that he attached to when he was emotional. These are like curses, constantly flashing in Yan Rong's mind.

What he suffered was imposed by Yan Rong!

When he saw him as the new assistant, the man's eyes were surprised.

He greeted warmly, and the man dodge coldly.

And finally, he stiffened to avoid his touch.

Yan Rong has always felt that He Qing hates himself.

I never thought about it, it was like...

I like him, so I am afraid to see him...

The secretary knocked on the door, "Mr. He, Manager Yan is looking for you."

"Mr. He?"

Yan Rong sat on the ground, watching the secretary push the door in, screamed at the man on the ground, and ran forward quickly.

"He Zong? He Zong?"

She stretched out her hand tremblingly and placed it on the tip of the man's nose under Yan Rong's painful vision.

"what--"

The secretary screamed again and stumbled out.

"Come here, what happened to President He!"

"He Qing, sorry..."

Yan Rong didn't want to think about anything, he didn't want to avenge, he didn't want to survive, he just wanted to stay with the man for a long time.

He hugged the people on the ground, it was cold, as if to be iced in his heart.

The man's face was always pale, his lips were almost colorless, and his skin slowly lost his temperature.

The ghost held him tightly, like holding the world.

"He Qing, come back, come back..."

In his memory, the man shouted and shouted, and a line of red blood and tears poured out from his eyes.

Without knowing it, Yan Rong murmured, "Come back, come back..."

He regretted it, really regretted it...

"Here it is, President He is lying on the ground, and I see him no longer breathing."

"hurry up."

The messy footsteps came over, Yan Rong hugged the man deadly, staring out the door with a pair of blood-red eyes.

"A Qing?"

Yan Ze appeared at the door and looked at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.

Also incredible is Yan Rong.

He used those blood-red eyes to stare behind Yan Ze.

There followed a faceless ghost.

He Qing.