Xiaofeng must hate me very much, hate me for not cherishing her feelings for me, hate me for choosing Rujun when she was most helpless.
I can't say I regret it, but I feel very guilty. I feel guilty for Xiaofeng and feel sorry for her sincerity.
Xiaofeng bit hard and didn't let go for a long time. I could vaguely see the trace of a bright blood vessel on Xiaofeng's fair forehead. I knew she was really angry.
Xiaofeng bit my lip and said in a low voice, vaguely: "Lin Yang, why were you so nice to me in the beginning? I was just a fierce ghost, but you were just a living person at that time. You should be like other people."
Living people hate me so much, are afraid of me, and dare not approach me... But why do you help me and save me again and again, and trust me so much... In order to save me, you did not hesitate to let me get on top of you, and
Are your whole beings integrated?"
I looked at Xiaofeng, my lips were in severe pain, Xiaofeng bit my lips, she could speak, but I couldn't.
When Xiaofeng asked this question, there was no need to answer it.
After asking this question, Xiaofeng snorted, then finally let go, took a step back, and stared at me with tears in his eyes.
I have never seen Xiaofeng so angry, and I have never seen Xiaofeng so desperate.
"I hate you Lin Yang! I hate you!"
After saying this, Xiaofeng turned around and rushed towards Yan Bing's car. I knew what this meant. Xiaofeng had already made her own choice.
I looked at Xiaofeng with a wry smile, blowing the gentlest night wind in Jinling City, feeling half cold and half warm in the southern winter night, and whispered in my heart: Goodbye, Xiaofeng, I hope that in your hometown, in Shanghai, you
You can find a love that truly belongs to you. You deserve a better person. Instead of being with me, I just made a wrong choice in your life...
However, at this moment, Xiaofeng suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at me, and shouted: "Lin Yang! You have been deceiving yourself! You have been deceiving yourself! Because when you were in a coma at Changping Railway Station,
When I was here, you kept shouting my name!"
After hearing this, I suddenly felt a huge shock and looked at Xiaofeng blankly. I wanted to rush up and ask clearly, because at that time, Xiaofeng and I were the only ones together.
When I was in a coma, only Xiao Feng was with me at that time. Only Xiao Feng knew about this matter...
I remember that I had dreamed of Rujun countless times, but never of Xiaofeng. But now Xiaofeng said that I always called Xiaofeng’s name. Is this true?
Why is this happening...Xiao Feng will not lie to me, Xiao Feng will never lie to others, but why is this happening?
However, when I was still struggling, Xiaofeng had already got in the car, and she got into Yan Bing's car, and Yan Bing didn't show any sloppiness.
The car started, and Yan Bing took Xiaofeng away from here and this sad place.
Of course, it wasn't just me who heard Xiao Feng's words. The three of them, Lao Mao and Da Huang, who took the photo, and the silly third lao also heard it.
The three people turned around and looked at me. The third one's triangular eyes were always blank, but the emotions in the eyes of Old Mao and Dahuang were much more complicated.
I stood there blankly, eyes wide open as Yan Bing's car turned around and left, disappearing into the night. My heart felt like I had been stabbed, stabbed hard.
What do Xiaofeng's words mean? Since she is so sure that I have been lying to myself, then why doesn't Xiaofeng come back and explain it to me? Does she really think that she can't win over Rujun, or that she can't bear to hurt me and Rujun?
You?
I can't figure it out, but I know that Xiaofeng is such a girl who would rather hurt herself than hurt others.
Dahuang stood still, and the old cat came over with a cigarette butt in his mouth.
"Xiao Feng...has decided to leave?" Old Cat asked in a low voice.
I nodded gently, tears falling quietly.
"That's fine, otherwise Xiaofeng will be miserable forever if she stays with us." Old Mao whispered: "You can't give her anything, you can only give her some freedom, just like Mengyun."
I smiled bitterly, Xiaofeng and Mengyun were indeed somewhat similar, but they were fundamentally different. When I mentioned Mengyun, I couldn't help but think of Garuda again, and the complicated worries in my heart resurfaced.
The old cat gently patted my shoulder and said nothing more.
I silently told myself that if I can afford it, I can put it down, not to mention that this matter will be of great benefit to Xiaofeng and me.
After watching Yan Bing's car disappear completely, Lao Mao and I took Lao San to an underground guest house, and got in to hide.
As a famous historical city, Jinling City has more and more ruthless ghosts than Sijiu City. Coupled with the unforgivable bad behavior committed by the unscrupulous Japanese invaders decades ago, Jinling City is probably the worst in the entire China.
The most prosperous place in Hades on earth.
In a world like this, let alone the reincarnation of the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, with only a body-protecting true dragon on my body, even if I have 10,000 body-protecting true dragons, I would not dare to slap him in the face.
Pretend to be fat and show your face here.
However, the old cat sitting on the bed in the guest house had a longing look on his face: "Do you know? This Jinling City is one of the most famous places in our industry. Just the supernatural events at this station alone, I will tell you about it while sitting on this bed.
I can’t finish talking all night long!”
The cold old cat rarely chatted like this. Seeing that this guy seemed to have started chatting, Dahuang came over with a bag of melon seeds and sat cross-legged on the bed. While eating the melon seeds, he nodded and said: "I heard the crazy master say it before.
, Jinling City is extraordinary, don’t come here if you don’t have any skills... At that time, I was young and vigorous, and wanted to be the best traveler in the country, so of course I regarded Jinling City as a holy place... It’s a pity that I didn’t go to Jinling City.
, I went to Sijiu City first and lost my life...it was delayed for ten years."
I smiled and patted Dahuang on the shoulder: "Don't be too good for it. You slowed down the aging process for ten years for no reason, and you also enlightened the Eighth Sword before your master. It's just a piece of pie in the sky!"
Dahuang shook his head and said: "What a good thing, if it hadn't happened in Yanjing, I might have been the highest paid in the industry now!"
I smiled, a little unconvinced, but Old Mao knew the strength of Dahuang, so he nodded and said: "Dahuang really didn't brag, he really has this ability. But do you know the local people in Jinling City who can exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits?"
Master, how much are you worth?"
As soon as Dahuang and I heard sensitive gossip related to money, we both leaned forward and listened with rapt attention.
Old Mao smiled, deliberately gave up, took a puff of cigarette, and then said slowly: "Any master who can be named in Jinling City is worth at least tens of millions, so don't look at the world of the underworld.
Jinling City is at least one or two steps behind Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, but when it comes to this aspect, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen can’t even see the butt of Jinling City.”
Dahuang got goosebumps when Old Mao said: "Wucao, then the ghosts in Jinling City must be much more powerful than those in Sijiu City, right?"
"Of course." Old Mao said with a smile: "Forty-nine cities were cut down by Yao Guangxiao, so eight masters gathered in Beijing to fight against the four major families. However, after all, the Yin people this time were just
A living person can only live for one generation. How can he compare with the evil ghosts who have lived for hundreds of years? The ghosts in Jinling City, not to mention the top-notch evil ghosts, even hide in the dark places.
The younger generation Li Gui here are by no means idlers... So those who do the underworld business in Jinling City are all desperate people, so it’s not surprising that they make a lot of money."
The more Dahuang listened, the more excited he became, and asked again: "So, then the Yin people are definitely not Li Gui's opponent?"
The old cat nodded.
Dahuang asked again: "Then living people are destined to be inferior to ghosts?"
The old cat shook his head this time: "You can't say that. The Yin people are generally just ordinary people. The abilities they can obtain by relying on the Buddhist and Taoist spells and props passed down by the ancestors are limited after all. However, in this world,
There are thousands of strange abilities, and those who travel to the underworld are just the humblest among them..."