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Chapter 13 Living Soul
The rapid raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the blue bricks outside the abandoned building with a lot of impact. The two in the hall looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into an indescribable embarrassment.
"You said, you're a Taoist priest?" Xie Jin coughed twice, not knowing whether it was because of his psychology or if the pill really had a special effect. The suffocating pain in his chest seemed to be gradually fading.
The Taoist priest who claimed to be Wen Liang just smiled and said nothing. Ji Duan was about to say something, but he felt that his wrist was being held down by a cold death. It was Xie Jin.
He was a little surprised and stopped, but Xie Jin still didn't mean to let go, as if he had something to say. So he looked at the man and opened his palm, using body language to suggest Xie Jin to write it down.
Dangerous, stay away from this person.
In the darkness, Ji Duan felt the meaning of Xie Jin from the slow strokes, and he quickly realized what this sentence meant.
The white-haired man in front of him is a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest who hunts ghosts and removes demons, and as a ghost who is not very self-aware, he may become the target of a man's removal in the next moment.
"You don't have to be nervous, I'm not the kind of person who catches every ghost." Wen Liang saw the small movements between the two of them, but he didn't take it seriously. He took out a bag of wine from the accompanying bamboo stick, unscrewed the lid and drank heavily. .
"This place is so remote that local people in Tan Jiang will not come. You say you are a Taoist who travels all over the world, how would you know there is something abnormal here."
At this moment, Ji Duan has become more vigilant than ever. He and Wen Liang have always kept a distance, so that it is convenient to deal with the existence that is a threat in front of him.
Wen Liang raised his arm and wiped the corner of his mouth, the fragrance of fruit wine penetrated into the other two nostrils with his movements, "You said that the locals in Tan Jiang would not come, so why are you two here?"
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people who were being asked by his own question with a meaningful expression, "In the middle of the night, what is the reason for the two of you to appear in such a place? Or people who can't even explain the reason, now In turn, ask if my appearance is reasonable?"
"No, that's not what he meant." Xie Jin still stutters when facing strangers, but he can see that he is trying his best to restrain his emotions, "Ji Duan is just being more cautious..."
"Careful for what? Are you afraid that I will erase his existence?" Wen Liang put away his smile, and his narrow and narrow eyes returned to their original appearance. His pupils were not the black-brown, which is common in Asians, but more like the gray close to blue of mixed races. "In this situation, how do you see it, you are more suspicious than me, right?"
"No! I, I'm a spiritual anchor. We came here to do live broadcasts, and we didn't do anything suspicious..."
Xie Jin was probably a little anxious. He choked on himself and coughed violently, which caused the wound on his back to open a second time, and the bloody smell spread among the three of them all at once.
"You really don't know how badly you are hurt? Stop talking." Ji Duan briefly checked the wound on the man's back, and turned to the white-haired Taoist priest with a cold face, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"That's it." Wen Liang put the wine bag in his arms at will, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Xie Jin's collar, and yanked the weak man in front of him.
"You...!" Ji Duan responded fairly quickly, but he couldn't see the Taoist priest's movements at all. He stretched out his hand to pull Xie Jin, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something cut through the air and came straight towards him.
Ji Duan hurriedly turned his head, a dagger made of unknown material passed by his cheek, and finally plunged firmly into the wall behind him.
"Don't move, it won't be your face next time." Wen Liang warned coldly, his strength involuntarily increased a bit, and the contraction of the neckline made it difficult for Xie Jin to breathe.
"I'm just asking you what you want to do." Wen Liang dragged Xie Jin and said almost word for word, "What are you doing with a gifted and intelligent physique with a soul?"
As soon as these words came out, Xie Jin stopped struggling in vain. He looked at Wen Liang in disbelief: "What are you talking about, Soul? Ji Duan is a ghost. I've seen Soul Soul, not like him."
Xie Jin knows this all too clearly. The soul is the last obsession of the deceased. There is no concrete appearance and no ability to talk. Once the soul is disturbed, it will disappear, and the original body will also usher in death.
When he was ten years old, he had seen his grandmother's soul come out of his body. At that time, no adult believed that the child could speak, and no one warned him not to talk to the soul. He went to talk to the grandma who was thinking about it day and night. As a result, the old man passed away that night.
How could Ji Duan be a living soul? He was bitten by Jiu and would make trouble. Although he claimed to rely on the essence of heaven and earth to replenish his energy, he would also be hungry and eat instant noodles cooked by himself... How could such Ji Duan be a living soul?
"Do you still remember your obsession?" Wen Liang snorted coldly, his gray-blue pupils glanced at Ji Duan, who was stunned aside, "You follow him, and one day you will even kill him."
"Nonsense!" Xie Jin didn't know where his strength came from, and his trembling legs suddenly burst out with strength, kicking Wen Liang's defenseless abdomen, "Ji Duan saved me several times, if it wasn't for him..."
If there is no Ji Duan, perhaps the abandoned paradise at the beginning is the place where Xie Jin was buried.
Countless pictures flashed in Xie Jin's mind, some of which were suggested by young people in the foggy night in the abandoned park, some when Ji Duan dragged him away when he failed the interview, and...
There is also a picture of the female ghost who was seriously injured and refused to take medicine, and Ji Duan used the medicine by mouth.
Wen Liang naturally didn't let go of dishonest Xie Jin because he was kicked. His pupils were rolling, and at the same time he was looking at the timid but extremely excited man in his hand.
"What's your relationship? Even a layman in the field of spirit detection knows, don't easily get involved with the lonely ghost, how many people who don't believe in evil, let alone an unusual guy like him. "
Because of the disturbance, Wen Liang had to put Xie Jin down. Xie Jin's face had turned the color of pig liver because he was about to suffocate. He gasped for breath and coughed continuously.
"Ji Duan will not harm me, he never thought of harming anyone!" Xie Jin felt his chest tight, and the saliva he coughed had dark red bloodshots, "I promised to help him find his memory, we are partners."
"Stinky Taoist priest, can't you see that he's hurt!" Ji Duan, who recovered, roared at Wen Liang, "Whether I'm a ghost or a living soul, I've never harmed others, and I don't want to hurt others, so why are you? Said I would kill Xie Jin?"
"Ji Duan, I'm fine, don't talk about it." Xie Jin was worried that the two would fight, so he held Ji Duan and said weakly.
Wen Liang stared at the two of them thoughtfully. He had never seen such a scene before. Wisdom eyes and living souls really had a long-lived combination.
"Don't get excited, since I treat him with medicine, I will definitely not harm him." Wen Liang shrugged and raised his hands somewhat awkwardly, "If you don't want to believe some things, I can't do anything about it."
"No need, at least you don't need to say it." Ji Duan lifted Xie Jin from the ground and put it on his back, his eyes always alert to the white-haired man not far away.
"Hey, well, I originally saw that you didn't understand what I wanted to tell you." Wen Liang waved his hand indifferently, "The soul of life is a residual obsession in life, whether it is nostalgic for this world or hatred, as long as it is received by others If you run into it, you will be blown away, but you are different."
He pointed his index finger to Ji Duan, and said meaningfully, "You have neither turned into a ghost to wander the world, nor are you scattered like an ordinary living soul. In this state of being neither a ghost nor a ghost, I look like a cursed."
"...Curse?" Xie Jin behind Ji Duan paused for breath. He seemed to be particularly sensitive to this word, "How could it be a curse?"
Ji Duan could clearly feel his heavy breathing, and the smell of blood became stronger. He knew that if Xie Jin was not sent to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, the man would faint due to excessive blood loss.
"How can an extraordinary situation not be a curse." Wen Liang glanced at Xie Jin, who was weak, and raised his eyebrows at Ji Duan, "In your situation, it seems that you have been cursed by a shaman."
Shaman curse?
Ji Duan felt inexplicable, he was sure that he was not superstitious before he became what he is now, let alone the ridiculous joke that he was cursed by some shaman.
"Don't look at me with this expression. This shaman is a primitive religion, and the faction it belongs to has nothing to do with Taoism. I just think it looks like it. It still needs to be verified."
"What are you doing?" Seeing Wen Liang wandering around in circles, Ji Duan's eyes followed Wen Liang, and he was always vigilant not to expose Xie Jin, who was injured in the back, to the opponent's attack range.
"He's hurt so badly that the pills can't stop the bleeding." Wen Liang lowered his eyes to observe the injury on Xie Jin's back, "If you want to prevent him from having an accident, it's better to send him to the hospital as soon as possible. I can help you."
"Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Think about the fact that you were sent to the hospital with a wounded person who could not be seen by ordinary people, and he was still floating in the air. Isn't there a supernatural event?"
Wen Liang smiled harmlessly, he patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, it's just a matter of helping, I won't charge you."
In the early hours of the morning, at the emergency door of Tan Jiang University Hospital, a white-haired man dressed as a Taoist appeared there with another unconscious man.
The man on his shoulder had lost his sense of self, and his back was covered in blood. The nurse on duty only glanced at it, and hurriedly greeted someone to push the stretcher car, and everyone worked together to lift the man into the car.
"Be careful, he has an injury on his back." With Wen Liang's voice reminding, Xie Jin was turned face down and pushed to the emergency room.
"Oh my God! There's broken glass behind the patient!"
"Go get the iodophor tweezers for emergency treatment!"
A nurse on duty stuck her head out in her busy schedule and called in Wen Liang's direction, "The patient's family over there, go to the window to make up the registration and pay the bill."
Wen Liang reluctantly pouted and looked at Ji Duan, who was standing beside him who could not be seen by others, "Why, what do you see me doing, do you still have money on you?"
"..."
Ji Duan was about to speak, but when he looked up, he saw that Wen Liang had already walked to the payment window, with an embroidered rag bag in his hand, "That's it, I'll hand it in for you first, I can't watch the man who lost blood and died of shock.drop?"
Ji Duan's eyes were fixed on Wen Liang's back, wondering what kind of wishful thinking the white-haired Taoist priest was making.
Wenliang gg appeared