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In the end, the man was dragged back. He was covered in mud, his eyes were as heavy as stagnant water, but his eyes kept falling on the car surrounded by flames.
"Mr. He, are you okay"
The driver surrounded him with greetings.
There are no people around here, only long roads.
One after another, one car after another came.
The fire brigade extinguished the fire on the car, revealing the body trapped in the seat, which had already turned into black charcoal.
He Qing stared at the corpse, his eyes were red, he covered his heart, and walked over regardless of other people's obstruction.
"Mr. He"
The people around him were calling him worriedly, but the man couldn't hear him.
He looked at the unrecognizable Yan Rong inside, clutched his heart, and fell down.
"Mr. He!"
"Quick! Doctor!"
A group of people are busy, taking care of their parents, the ghost is transparent, one after another people pass by him, no one can see him.
They moved He Qing away in a panic, leaving only the ghost standing there 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's body.
The ghost cannot touch He Qing.
He wanted to follow up, but after walking a few steps, it seemed that there was an invisible barrier blocking him. He could only watch those people go further and further away, taking He Qing, who he couldn't touch, with him.
The ghost scratched and roared anxiously, no one could hear it, and no one could see it.
Like being abandoned by the world, no one knows its existence anymore.
He could only sit on his own corpse, watching himself and He Qing drift away.
Yan Rong was sent to the morgue.
The ghost sat beside him, looking at himself on the white cloth.
The outer scorched black layer was roughly thrown in by those who transported the corpses, and the scorched black layer fell off, revealing the red flesh.
very disgusting.
The young master Yan Rong had never seen such a scene even when he was a child, but this disgusting corpse was himself.
He sat beside him blankly, as if there were many things flashing through his mind, but it seemed as if there was nothing at all.
Some people come and go, no one can see him, he has no thoughts, no thoughts, only the coldness of the morgue is with him.
It's cold, it's too cold.
His mind was turning slowly, and in the end, he didn't even have the slightest turning.
It has no thinking, its face is completely blank, but its eyes are open, as if to record everything it sees.
In the cold room, the ghost sat on the bed, watching a door being opened, a pale man walked in slowly, someone followed him, pointed at the charred corpse, and said, "Mr. He, This is Yan Rong."
The stranger was gone, leaving only a good-looking man.
It opened its eyes dully, watching the man's trembling hands, stroking the disgusting corpse that had been burned long ago.
"Yan Rong, Yan Rong"
"Does it hurt" the man said softly, as if coaxing someone, "I'll take you away, don't be afraid"
It thought his voice was very pleasant, and without realizing it, it jumped off the corpse, came to the man's side, and looked at him fixedly.
He Qing couldn't see it, he stretched out his white hands, gently lifted the white cloth covering his body, and stretched his hands in.
He held the black ash in his palm, and he carefully took out a beautiful bottle and put it aside.
Holding the knife in his left hand, he cut open his palm without hesitation.
The wound was huge, and blood flowed out.
Tick ??tock, tick tock¡ª
The man put his hand on the bottle, and the cyan bottle gradually spread like a red thread, layer by layer, entwined around it.
Its thinking was blank, but it opened its eyes and stared at this scene. Finally, it watched the man put the black ash from the heart of Yan Rong's corpse into the bottle.
A burst of pleasant fragrance suddenly appeared. It was unconscious and acted on instinct. It licked the man's body and sucked at his bleeding wrist.
Following its absorption, He Qing's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end, it was even comparable to white paper.
The man clutched his hands because he had lost blood??, pushed Yan Ze away and ran away.
Quite shy.
Yan Rong rolled his eyes at Yan Ze who was looking at him with a stern look, and walked away unsteadily.
Later, Yan Ze's contempt for Yan Rong turned into hatred.
He tried every means to drive him away.
At that time, Yan Rong only thought that it was Yan Ze who was dissatisfied with bothering him, but in retrospect now, the thin back at that time was clearly He Qing.
It turns out, it turns out to be like this
The ghost laughed, laughed, but seemed to be crying.
Just because he saved him unconsciously.
He Qing gave his life.
Just because of this
The man's humiliated face, frowning brows, and the wrists that clung to him when he was emotional, these are like curses, constantly flashing in Yan Rong's mind.
What he endured was imposed by Yan Rong!
When he saw that he was the new assistant, the man looked surprised.
He greeted warmly, but the man dodged coldly.
And in the end, he avoided his touch with a stiff face.
Yan Rong always felt that He Qing hated himself.
But I never thought about it, it was like
I like him, that's why I'm 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, watched the secretary push the door in, screamed at the man on the ground, and ran forward quickly.
"Mr. He? Mr. He?"
She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and under Yan Rong's painful gaze, she placed it on the tip of the man's nose.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
The secretary screamed again and stumbled out.
"Come on, Mr. He has an accident!"
"He Qing, I'm sorry"
Yan Rong didn't think about anything anymore, he didn't want to take revenge, he didn't want to survive, he just wanted to be with the man forever, for a long time.
He hugged the person on the ground, it was cold, as if he wanted to freeze it in his heart.
The man always has a pale face, almost colorless lips, and his skin is slowly losing its temperature.
The ghost hugged him tightly, as if hugging the whole world.
"He Qing, come back, come back"
He imitated what he remembered, the man yelled, yelled, and a line of red blood tears flowed out of his eyes in a daze.
Yan Rong was unaware, and was still muttering, "Come back, come back"
He regretted it, really regretted it
"It's here. Mr. He is lying on the ground. I saw that he is not breathing."
"hurry up."
Messy footsteps passed, Yan Rong hugged the man tightly, and stared at the door with a pair of blood-red eyes vigilantly.
"Ah Ching?!"
Yan Ze appeared at the door, looking at the corpse on the ground in disbelief.
Also unbelievable is Yan Rong.
He stared blankly behind Yan Ze with those blood-red eyes.
There, followed by a deadpan ghost.
It's He Qing.
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I am a little flustered writing this in the middle of the night
Now I always feel cold in my neck, afraid
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