Don’t Be a Kept Man

There are many ghosts and ghosts hidden in the streets and lanes of this city. Being invisible does not mean that they do not exist. If a person is weak and sick and has a shallow yang, they will wait for an opportunity to get wrapped around the body.

Yan Yu noticed the yin wind on the back of his neck, only when he used the spirit blood to draw the talisman just now, the loss of yang energy attracted some little ghosts, so he didn't pay much attention to it, speeding up and returning home.

The cardboard box containing the relics was quietly placed in the corner of the desk, Yan Yu sat down by the bed, staring at the bank card, always felt that there should be a lot of money in it, if all were replaced by gold ingots, a few villas. Can't fit it.

Yan Yu asked: "Leave a thousand for me to pay the rent?"

[You can’t kiss~]

Yan Yu took a step back: "...eight hundred?"

【Tabbing----】

Yan Yu: "...Okay, I understand. I will burn it for him tomorrow."

[Dear~How good~]

Yan Yu got up and walked into the bathroom. He slammed the door with a backhand, "Be good, mother."

There was silence in the room. For a long time, I did not hear anyone's footsteps going up and down. The curtains by the window moved with the wind, and the incandescent lamp outside also flickered. Yan Yu seemed to feel it. After taking a shower, he was ready to go out. When he passed the half-length mirror hung on the wall, he stepped back for some reason.

The water vapor in the bathroom has not dissipated, and the mirror is foggy. You can only vaguely see the outlines of the facial features. I don't know if it is an illusion. When I passed by just now, Yan Yu vaguely saw another face from inside...

He stared at the mirror, raised his hand, and the figure inside also raised his hand. Yan Yu squinted slightly, keeping that posture, and using his fingertips to estimate without a trace, he found that the figure in the mirror was shorter than himself, but it was not. It's hard to find if you look closely.

With the influx of cold air from outside, the mist in the mirror gradually faded, and the scene became a little clearer. When the face inside was about to show its appearance, Yan Yu suddenly turned around and went out.

This residential building has bad feng shui and crowded terrain, and it is the easiest to attract evil spirits. There used to be a lot of people living here, and the popularity can still hold one or two, but the nearby buildings were demolished and smoke billowed, and most of the residents moved out.

Some spiritual phenomena are inevitable, but there is no need to see them too clearly. Ghosts will create illusions to arouse the deepest fears in people. The more you panic, the easier it is to give them opportunities.

Yan Yu took out a few broken yellow symbols from the drawer, which he had not stored for many years, and hung a money sword behind the door. At this moment, his mobile phone on the bedside suddenly rang, Yan Yu didn't take a closer look, and put a sign on the window, while answering the phone: "Hello?"

"Yan Yu..." The phone was very noisy, with prickling currents, and the voice was intermittent.

Hearing these two words, Yan Yu's fingertips shook, and the yellow talisman did not stick to it, falling from the window faintly, the air was deadly silent, only the voice over the microphone was still ringing, panicked and helpless, familiar and distant , The curtain reappears.

"Yan Yu... Yan Yu... come out... you meet me... I won't lose my temper with you anymore... I'm waiting for you at the station... I'm waiting for you... Are you coming over... "

Yan Yu closed his eyes and squeezed the phone a little bit.

"Yan Yu... I'll wait for you here... Come here... I won't break up with you... I'm waiting for you... I'm waiting for you... I have something very important to tell you..."

Yan Yu opened his eyes with a calm expression. He was about to hang up, and another faint sigh came from his ear, mixed with a sickly low laugh.

"Well, if you don't come, then I can only come by myself..."

As if to respond to his words, the incandescent lamp on the top flashed violently twice, the indoor wind was violent, the yellow talisman flew and was blown off the ground, and the cold eroded every inch. Yan Yu had to raise his hand to block the flying paper. After noticing the sound of the wind in his ears, he put his hand down.

He stood in front of the window, the light flashed, and the glass window became another mirror, clearly reflecting the mess in the room, clearly reflecting Yan Yu's figure and face, and clearly reflecting... The person who lives with him.

It was a beautiful man with long and narrow eyes and a curled inner hook. At this moment, he was looking at Yan Yu in the glass window with a smile. When he found that the other's expression was tense, he smiled more and more happily. The brows carry a familiar provocation.

It's Xunchuan...

He put his arm around Yan Yu's neck and rested his chin on his shoulder. If you ignore the blood flowing from his throat and the hoarse and broken breath, he looks like a pair of bimen from a distance.

Yan Yu didn't move for a long time, like a petrified statue. Gradually, Xun Chuan stopped smiling. His pale and blue fingertips were holding his throat a bit, and he tilted his head to ask. Said: "I'm here, are you unhappy?"

Resentment can actually be solidified...

Yan Yu was caught in his throat and couldn't speak. He only felt a burst of frost and snow behind him, and there was even sticky blood dripping from his shoulders. There was a sticky **** smell between his nose and wings. After a long time, he moved. Lips, spit out two words with difficulty——

"happy……"

No one knows whether this is true or not.

But as soon as the words were spoken, Yan Yu's grievance that he was about to condense into substance seemed to recede a little, and his breathing became smoother. When he said it was too late and then quickly, he saw a drop of blood squeezed from his fingertips, and a yellow talisman was wrapped around him. The strong wind hurried out, accompanied by a corrosive sound and a harsh scream, the phantom behind him instantly dispersed.

Taking this opportunity, Yan Yu jumped up from the bed, leaped to the door, and quickly took off the money sword hanging on it, with a touch of blood on his fingertips, and the golden light was flourishing in an instant, and the black air filled in the room also faded away. A little, not close.

"Hey--!"

Xun Chuan found that he was lying to himself, and he was very angry. The indoor lamp fell and the wind rose again. He only heard the ping-pong rattle, the mirror began to crack, slowly shattering like a spider web, and finally exploded. Very ear-piercing.

Yan Yu held the sword, did not move, cast his eyes down and said: "Where did you come from?"

There was a sudden burst of low laughter in the room, which was frighteningly cold. The dark resentment hit Yan Yu again and again, but was shaken away by the golden light on the money sword again and again, visible to the naked eye. , That grievance gradually weakened.

The two of them held a stalemate for a long time, until the first sun broke in the sky, and the light suddenly shone. Yan Yu flipped his wrist and retracted the sword. The golden light retreated, and the resentment struck over without any hindrance. Cun Xu stopped.

Yan Yu raised his eyes and faced a pair of blood-red eyes, the bitterness and hatred in them was shocking, and it was no longer the black and white distinction in memory.

Yan Yu: "Don't leave yet, do you want to be wiped out."

The sun rose from the horizon little by little, and the resentment hovered in the room for a few times, and finally dispersed.

Yan Yu saw him leave, his figure shook twice, and finally couldn't hold his back to the ground, his face almost transparent, and at the same time a trembling electronic sound rang in his mind.

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Yan Yu ignored it, leaning on the door panel and slowly breathing. After an unknown period of time, a dull sound suddenly came from above his head.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

Yan Yu had a meal, and only heard an angry female voice outside the door: "Are you here! You haven't paid the rent last month! This is not kind. If you don't pay it next week, the old lady can only throw your luggage out." Up!"

After that, there was another curse, and he left shortly after, Yan Yu stretched out his hand and fetched a cigarette from the bedside table, but he thought about another thing.

People who have died in vain return to their souls for the first seven times, and when their grievances are condensed, they will turn into ghosts, entrenched in the world and are unwilling to leave. As time goes on, human nature will be lost, stronger and stronger, weaker and weaker. , After all... after all, there is nothing to end up with...

Soon after Xun Chuan died, Yan Yu can barely suppress him now, but it will be hard to say in the future.

The roadside traffic is rolling, pedestrians come and go, and imaginary souls are floating. On the flyover, the vendors in twos and threes are selling listlessly against the cold wind. There are sugar sellers, silverware sellers, fortune tellers, and fortune tellers. Yan Yu.

There was a bright yellow yin and yang gossip picture in front of him, and he was sitting next to him lazily with a small Mazha. His overly handsome appearance made people look back again and again, but it did not bring him any business.

"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, one hundred yuan a gua, don’t need money if it doesn’t work—"

Yan Yu yelled for half an hour, and there was not a single visitor. Occasionally, two grandpas and aunts would choose to patronize the awkward old man with a withered face.

Blind, does that bad old man have his own handsome?

Yan Yu sneered, turned up the collar of the black jacket and pulled the zipper to block most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, and then continued to lengthen his voice, half-deadly yelling: "Fortune-telling, marriage, weather , Fifty yuan a hexagram, don’t need money if you don’t work—"

Still no one comes...

"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, ten yuan, don’t need money if it doesn’t work—"

Still no one comes...

"Fortune-telling, marriage, weather, five dollars a gua, don’t need money if it doesn’t work—"

No one came.

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, Yan Yu moved his stiff legs, and finally drew a five-ghost luck array on the ground with a brush dipped in a small bottle of chicken blood, and then continued to wait for business.

Three minutes later, a young girl in a camel-colored windbreaker passed by Yan Yu's booth. A coin did not fall out of her bag. After several twists and turns, Gu Lulu finally rolled to Yan Yu's feet.

Fifty cents.

Yan Yu thought to himself that his skill might have regressed. He was too lazy to pick up a person who could carry ten dollars in the past. He closed his eyes and rested on the railing, but he heard the sound of the stall opposite.

"Uncle, you are talking nonsense. My husband and I have been married for less than half a year. Unlucky things happened one after another. It was either a broken leg and a hospital, or a pregnancy miscarriage. Wherever there is family harmony and good fortune."

It was a woman who was speaking with a hoarse and weak voice. She was talking and even cried. Another equally haggard male voice comforted her: "Forget it, forget it, fortune-telling is just a psychological comfort, where is accurate."

Yan Yu didn't move and continued to sleep.

However, it didn't take long for him to suddenly cast a shadow in front of him. When he opened his eyes, it was a pair of young men and women. They looked at their twenties, but they were dark and ten years old.

The man seemed to want to pull the woman away, but the woman was unwilling, and sat down in front of Yan Yu's booth: "Boss, it's a marriage."

Yan Yu straightened a pair of long legs: "Five hundred yuan."

The man stared at the words: "I just heard you shouting for five yuan!"

Yan Yu smiled: "I called a thousand yuan a hexagram yesterday, does it count, it doesn't count as leaving."

The woman stared at her bloodshot eyes: "Forget it, as long as you count the spirit, I will give it a thousand dollars."

Yan Yu tore a piece of paper from the notebook at his feet, and turned the pencil around his fingertips: "Your two birth dates and names."

It seems that this is not the first time a woman has reported a series of numbers expertly.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes, wrote and painted on the paper, and calculated little by little. Not long after a hexagram pattern appeared on the paper, the tip of his pen became stagnant for a while, and then he continued to calculate, a complex that was so complicated. The Guatu also had results.

The five elements restrain each other, life and death...

Yan Yu crumpled the paper into a ball and looked at the man in his spare time: "You--"

Turning the tip of the pen in his hand, facing the woman, he spit out two words: "Kill her."

The expressions of the two changed at the same time, but Yan Yu didn't care, lit a cigarette, tilted his legs and said, "Give me the money."

The man took the woman and wanted to leave: "Nonsense! Let's go!"

The woman didn't move, she hurriedly counted a thousand yuan from her bag and handed it to Yan Yu, mentally in an extremely abnormal state: "Can it be solved? Is there a solution?"

Yan Yu put the money in his pocket and sat in a different position. As the wind blew, a piece of soot fell: "I don't know."

The woman was about to say something, the man was annoyed, and forcibly pulled her up from the ground: "Are you crazy enough!"