Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

In Huiming Hospital, on a small lawn, two handsome young men stood side by side.

This should have been a pleasing picture, but if someone listened carefully to their conversation at this moment, they would find that they were arguing.

Among them, the taller man looked excited, and his words were full of disbelief.

"Yang Xing, are you crazy! You just recovered a little bit!"

Yang Xing looked at the ground quietly and did not reply.

Qin Hao was almost going crazy: "You have been saying you want to go back since you woke up the day before yesterday, where are you going back?! Can't you see that book is ending! The document is gone, you can't go back!"

When he heard the words "can't go back", Yang Xing trembled slightly, but still pursed his lips, and spoke in a low voice after a long time, his voice had not fully recovered, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "How will you know if you don't try?" .”

"Try? How do you try, jump off the cliff again?"

Seeing that he didn't refute, Qin Hao suddenly became a little flustered, couldn't help holding his shoulders with both hands, and let him look at him: "Yang Xing! Listen to me..."

"I know, you can't bear them, but you have to know, after all, it's a book, it's virtual, it's fake, what you're in now is the real world, why must you never forget those things!"

"..."

Yang Xing was silent and did not speak, his expression seemed to show a little hesitation, Qin Hao was relieved when he saw this, and finally let Yang Xing go back to the ward.

Yang Xing was in a coma for three months, and Qin Hao also stayed in the hospital for three months. He was exhausted from traveling back and forth. Yang Xing knew that he was doing it for his own good, so he didn't refute his words, and took medicine on time according to his instructions. Finally, I was discharged from the hospital ten days later.

Qin Hao drove him home all the way, Yang Xing sat on the back seat, quietly watching the scenery along the way, suddenly realized that he hardly knew the way home, and it was him who had been in the real world for three months. During the year in the book, many memories seemed to be replaced by me inadvertently, and even my speech unconsciously carried a little ancient style.

When I said thank you to the nurse, the nurse blushed for a while.

……

Qin Hao opened the door of Yang Xing's house with the key, and while pulling Yang Xing in, he said, "I've cleaned it, and I'll hire you a nanny tomorrow to take good care of you."

"I have asked for leave from your editor, don't worry."

"In the past few months, I have been getting worse. I am almost being hunted down by readers. It's good that you come back. I will write for two days with peace of mind."

Yang Xing nodded while listening, and when Qin Hao opened the door of his house, he called his name again.

Qin Hao turned around: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xing stared into his eyes and said earnestly, "Thank you."

Qin Hao was taken aback for a moment, then blushed a little: "...it's okay, you should have a good rest."

"Ah."

Yang Xing closed the door, but Qin Hao stood at the door, unable to insert the key into the lock of his house for a long time.

I don't know why, but the expression on the star just now gave him a bad feeling.

……

Early the next morning, Qin Hao knocked on the door of Yang Xing's room.

When the door opened and Yang Xing's face appeared behind the door, Qin Hao was inexplicably relieved.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, let's see how you are, do you feel better?"

Yang Xing nodded: "It's much better."

"Okay, then I'll sell you breakfast, you wait a while, the nanny will be here in the afternoon."

Yang Xing looked at Qin Hao's back as he hurried downstairs with a smile, and sighed silently.

"thanks……"

"Also, sorry..."

He returned to his bedroom, sat back on the chair, and looked at the computer that hadn't been turned off all night.

The light on the display screen was abnormally bright in the morning light, and the documents that had disappeared in the C drive were gradually recovering.

Yang Xing tried countless methods last night, restoring the recycle bin, reinstalling the system...but there was no way to retrieve the file.

Finally, with some desperation, he created a new document and wanted to try writing it again.

Thinking back to the original beginning, I couldn't write a word no matter how I wrote it, but when it came to the part involving Yan Yufeng, I could always write it without hindrance, and the typing speed was even so fast that I couldn't control it.

Finally, he seemed to understand something and wrote his own experience into it.

At the moment when Sikong Yangxing was replaced with Yangxing, the light on the screen suddenly lit up, and a document was slowly opened. He glanced roughly and found that it was the automatically updated document that Qin Hao mentioned.

An old and deep voice slowly sounded in his mind: "Remember your name—Sikong Yangxing."

Yang Xing's eyes widened instantly, this voice!

He once had a dream in which this voice repeatedly told him that his name was Sikong Yangxing. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now that he thought about it, it turned out that it was an omen.

"who are you?"

This time there is a response.

"Spiritualist."

Yang Xing was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that it wasn't the spirit descendant, but the "spirit descendant"!It's this book!

Without thinking about it, he immediately asked, "Can you take me back?"

"...You want to go back?"

"Yes, I want to go back."

"If you go back, you will never come back."

"……it is good."

The voice paused for a long time before it slowly sounded again: "Sikong Yangxing."

"You are, Sikong Yangxing."

"Remember your name, Sikong Yangxing."

……

This time Yang Xing did not dislike him for being like a repeater, but listened quietly, with a smile in his eyes and a smile on his mouth: "Okay, I am Sikong Yangxing."

Only as Sikong Yangxing can he exist in the book, and this book also needs him as Sikong Yangxing to fill the vacancy.

When he finished speaking, the document began to speed up crazily, and countless pasts were presented in words. Yang Xing quietly looked at the things he had experienced, and he looked at them all night.

……

When Qin Hao pushed the door again, the room was abnormally quiet.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, and immediately rushed towards Yang Xing's bedroom: "Yang Xing!"

The house was empty.

Qin Hao searched the entire room, even the toilet and the balcony, but did not see Yang Xing.

"What's going on..." Qin Hao suddenly saw the laptop on the table from the corner of his eye. It was obviously closed, but it was not closed.

His heart jumped twice, and he walked over and turned on the computer.

Familiar interface, familiar C drive, familiar... documents.

Qin Hao was almost stunned when he saw the document named "Spiritualist".

How could it be...obviously...disappeared...

He tried to open it, but couldn't.

After thinking about it, he clicked delete again, but it was still unable to operate.

A thought gradually emerged in his mind: Yang Xing might...really go back...

……

Qin Hao sat in Yangxing's room for a long time, until the nanny came and stood up tiredly, told her not to come, and paid the nanny a week's wages as compensation.

He quietly looked around this familiar room, he was the one who helped decorate it back then, all of Yang Xing's things were here, but Yang Xing still left.

"If... I said earlier... would it be different..."

Qin Hao almost whispered something, but no one answered him again.

When he left, he took the computer with him. At least, he wanted to ensure that this document existed, and that there would be no more accidents in Yangxing's world.

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Baisanghai.

In the fierce battle a month ago, the Sikong family lost one of the best descendants in the clan. Countless people sighed and shed tears for it. However, Sikong Yangxing's body was sent back by a young man.

The patriarch, Sikong Li, was standing in front of a wooden house at the moment, staring at it for a long time, but still did not step in, sighed, turned and left.

I can't persuade him, the obsession is too deep, that child is still unable to let go, even Sikong Yangxing's corpse is not allowed to be touched by others, and he even thinks that he will wake up again.

Sikong Li shook his head helplessly, his body died and his soul disappeared, the way of heaven is like this, there is no reason for resurrection from death.

It's a pity that such an excellent descendant of the Yan family will probably not leave here for many years.

In the dark and shady hut, a golden nanmu coffin was quietly placed in the middle of the room.

The lid of the coffin was not completely closed, and through the gap, one could see a young man in white lying inside. The young man's face was calm. If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't feel breathing, those who didn't know would think that he was just asleep.

A blue staff was placed on the right side of the young man, and part of the top of the staff was broken, as if it had been pierced with a sharp knife, leaving deep knife marks.

And beside the coffin, sat a person.

The man was dressed in black, with a long red whip hanging from his waist, emitting light from time to time.

He was reading a book, which was full of esoteric formulas and formations that were nearly lost. After careful identification, it can be seen that most of them are related to evocation.

From time to time, he glanced at the young man in the coffin, with a calm expression, but the emotion in his eyes made it hard to bear to think about it.

"Dong dong dong." Someone knocked lightly on the door.

Yan Yufeng said: "Who?" His voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid of waking up the young man in the coffin.

"Mr. Yan, someone from the Yan family has come again and asked you to go back."

Yan Yufeng lowered his eyes coldly: "I won't go."

"...Mr. Yan, it seems that the person who came here this time is also a spiritual master named Yan. I heard they called him... Patriarch."

Yan Yufeng's expression moved slightly, as if he was a little impatient, but when his eyes turned to a hosta on the table, he finally loosened a little.

"...I'll wait."

"Ok."

Yan Yufeng closed the book, got up and picked up the hairpin, glanced at the young man, and walked out slowly.

Not knowing if it was his hallucination, the young man seemed to frowned slightly.

Yan Yufeng thought sarcastically as he walked, he was really crazy, always having such hallucinations.

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When Yang Xing woke up, he was shocked to find himself in the coffin.

Forgot to tell Yan Yufeng not to bury it first... If it has already been buried, how can I get out...

Yang Xing's right hand moved slightly, and he touched a magic staff, and his heart felt more at ease. Fortunately, Luo Xing was still there, so it would not be a problem to lift the coffin, but he hoped that he wouldn't scare other people or ghosts in the cemetery... …

Thinking wildly like this, Yang Xing suddenly found that the lid of the coffin was not closed. He tried to push it, but it opened easily.

Sitting up slowly, and seeing the surrounding environment clearly, Yang Xing couldn't help but widen his eyes: This... seems to be Sikong Yangxing's room?

Since he was here, it meant that Yan Yufeng didn't bury himself, but brought him back to Bosanghai, and he didn't know how he got back.

Thinking of Yan Yufeng, Yang Xing couldn't help but tighten his heart: the real world is different from the world in the book, although he only stayed here for ten days, it may be more than a month here.

For more than a month... Facing his own "corpse", he couldn't even imagine Yan Yufeng's state.

Yang Xing stood up quickly and walked out. When he got to the door, he found that someone had set up a barrier here.

The reddish light flowed on the edge of the barrier, and Yang Xing lightly touched the edge of the barrier with the falling star.

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In the living room, Yan Yufeng looked at Yan Ziji quietly.

Yan Ziji looked much more mature than before, with resolute brows, and even faintly had the demeanor of the head of the family.

He sincerely persuaded Yan Yufeng: "I didn't come here to ask for the fairy hairpin. Mother gave it to you. This is yours. I just hope...you can come back. Yan's family is your home after all. I know how offending it is, but I won't, I..."

"No need," Yan Yufeng interrupted him lightly, "I've made up my mind, if you need help in the future, I will go back, but the Yan family..."

"It's not my home anymore."

"..."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Yan Ziji sighed helplessly: "Forget it...it's fate..."

"I'm going back, take care."

Yan Yufeng nodded, and watched Yan Ziji and Sikong Li walk to the beach.

At this time, his expression suddenly turned serious, someone is destroying the enchantment!

Yan Yufeng moved to the front of the wooden house almost instantly. The moment he rushed into the house, he was prepared for strict defense, but he did not expect to see such a scene.

Yang Xing stood in the middle of the room, looked at him with a smile, a little embarrassed: "I don't know where you are, just thinking about it, you will come back sooner."

"...Yan Yufeng?"

Yan Yufeng stared at the people in the room, not daring to move, he was afraid that this was his hallucination again, these days he had countless dreams and saw countless illusions, but none of them was as real as before his eyes .

If this was a hallucination, he hoped to stay longer, at least let him take a good look at that person again... It wasn't that he was covered in blood, but he was standing in front of him in such a healthy and smiling manner.

"...Yan Yufeng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yang Xing couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to touch his face.

However, Yan Yufeng took a step back, as if he had suddenly woken up, glanced at the empty coffin, and then at the people in the room, his eyes instantly became moist.

"...Looking up at the stars?"

Yang Xing laughed: "Yes."

"Yang Xing!" Yan Yufeng suddenly took two steps forward, hugged Yang Xing, and tightly wrapped him in his arms.

"Yang Xing... Yang Xing..." Yan Yufeng called out loudly, his whole body trembling.

Yang Xing's eyes were also slowly turning red. He leaned on Yan Yufeng's shoulder and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"No...it's not too late, as long as you come back, as long as you come back..." Yan Yufeng wished he could rub this man into his body and never let him leave again.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Hmm..." Yang Xing struggled a little out of Yan Yufeng's arms, looked at him, "I lost weight."

"There are many things, I want to tell you slowly, but..."

Yan Yufeng raised his heart and looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xing's face turned slightly red: "Did you change my clothes for me?"

Yan Yufeng nodded: "At that time..." His eyes dimmed for a moment, but he soon returned to normal, "At that time you were covered in blood, I healed your wounds and replaced them for you. A suit of clean clothes, I don't have many clothes for you here, this...doesn't fit you well?"

"That's not..." Yang Xing shook his head, his voice lowered: "Did you forget to put on my inner clothes..."

When he was hugged by Yan Yufeng just now, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be...no clothes under his white robe...

Yan Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, and then a smile came out of his eyes, but out of consideration for the other party's face, he didn't laugh, but said solemnly: "I forgot about the clothes I picked up at that time. It's inside..."

Afterwards, he became unserious: "Did you really forget, let me see..."

Yang Xing grabbed his hand and opened his eyes wide: "There is still a coffin in the room!"

"Oh, yes, almost forgot."

A gust of wind hit, the coffin suddenly disappeared into the house, and the door was closed heavily.

When Yang Xing realized it again, he was already lying on the bed disheveled in Yan Yufeng's arms.

……

"Yang Xing, your bed is really too small..."

"Uh...you...don't..."

"I'll help you make a big bed later, the kind that's big enough for the two of us to sleep in."

"What?...Um...you...don't go back to Yan's house?..."

"You are here, I am not going anywhere."

……

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When Yang Xing woke up the next day, he was in a daze.

For the first time, he knew that there was such a huge gap in physical strength between monsters and humans...

With an apologetic face, Yan Yufeng helped him get dressed, and carried him out to bask in the sun for a while, before he remembered from the screams of passers-by—it seemed that he forgot to tell the patriarch about it.

It took the two of them a long time to convince the patriarch that Xing Xing was not a fake corpse or puppetry, but was truly alive.

However, when the patriarch proposed to check what was going on inside Yang Xing's tightly wrapped neck, Yan Yufeng picked up Yang Xing and ran away. The speed was so fast that the patriarch felt that he was really old for the first time. .

After bringing Yang Xing back to the wooden house, Yan Yufeng told him some news:

Rourou woke up, and she is currently by Bai Yesheng's side, Bai Yesheng has received the letter, and should bring Rourou over soon.

Cheng Lijun and Qi Shu were together, and after the battle of Cheng Shi, the two of them suddenly realized that life and death are impermanent, so it's better to be chic as soon as possible, and do what you want to do, so as not to die suddenly one day and still have regrets.

Yang Xing chuckled when he heard this: "So, my death was the result of the two of them? Then one day..."

Yan Yufeng kissed Yang Xing lightly, and stopped him from saying: "Don't say this word again."

"Yang Xing, as long as I'm here, I won't let you get hurt again."

"In the days to come, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you."

Yang Xing blinked, and burst out laughing: "Okay, then let's go to Huaiyang first. There are two old friends of mine there. I want to take you...to meet them."

"it is good."

"Well... and Huaiyu City, go see how Song Xian and Mo Sanniang are doing..."

"it is good."

"That's right! There's also that Tianxiang Restaurant, the food tastes really good, let's kill Song Xian again and ask him to treat us to dinner."

"it is good."

"...Why do you only say yes?"

Yan Yufeng gently pressed his forehead against Yang Xing's, with a gentle expression: "As long as you are here, wherever you go and what you do is fine."

……

Yang Xing fell silent, hugged Yan Yufeng, and quietly looked outside the wooden house.

After a long cold winter, before you know it, spring has come, the sun has become soft and warm, shining on the ground, dyeing a small piece of land outside the door golden.

After a long time, he said slowly:

"Yan Yufeng, it's great to meet you."

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The end of the full text.

The author has something to say:

Haha it's over!

Applause yourself first, and then bow to the little angels, you are the source of motivation for my update 23333

At that time, it was a pit that was opened on a whim, and then I slowly made up the outline and made a character design. It has been three months since I wrote it one after another. I have experienced a lot of things in the middle, and I have been on the verge of crazy self-doubt and breaking changes several times. , but I am really happy to be able to successfully complete it!

The original setting of Yang Xing is not the same as it is now, so if you look back, you will find that he has changed a lot (cover your face)

The hidden couples of CP originally wanted to give out a candy, but later felt that it was good to let nature take its course, and they would always be together.

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The current plan is to take a break and start updating the next one.

I have learned a lot from this book and gained a lot of experience. I will work harder on the next book and update it diligently!

Thanks again everyone!

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Secretly asking for a wave of new articles to collect orz:

"On How to Make the Two Worlds of Immortals and Devils Friendly Exchanges" (Meow to listen)

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Need to manually search for the name!Key words: the two worlds of immortals and demons.

The copy is as follows:

Shen Zhao, who was accidentally bound to the fast travel system, had to complete the task assigned by the system in order to survive: to test the new Xianxia world launched by Interstellar Lab.

There are four kinds of identities: human, demon, immortal, and god.

Shen Zhao decisively chose God, and in order to complete the task within the time limit, he directly died with the other party.

Unexpectedly, when leaving the world, a bug suddenly appeared in the system.

He was forced to stay, and his identities were still changing. The worst thing was that the tasks received by each identity were the highest degree of difficulty.

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Many years later, a rumor appeared in the Three Realms:

Taiqing Shangxian Muzhen, on the surface he is beautiful, cold and abstinent, but he is actually a scumbag

Not only does he like to change his fairy partner every once in a while, but he can't help but be human!

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Indifferent and fine-grained celestial king attack (Mu Zhen) × practicing according to fate from time to time (Shen Zhao)