Chapter 1624 Not a Ghost

It was night and there was no sound.

The light from the fluorescent lamp was pale, and the two people in the ward looked serious, with tense expressions on their faces...

"Are you afraid?" Jiang Ci whispered to the man beside him.

Xu Che sat by the hospital bed with his back straight, and his voice was low: "It's okay..."

Even though the lights are on in the room, it feels dark for no reason, especially the corner near the window.

There was a faint figure standing there, wearing a pinstriped hospital gown, disheveled hair, staring at them blankly, with lips opening and closing, opening and closing...

Watching it all the time, I feel horrified.

But if you look away, it seems a bit cowardly.

Jiang Ci looked at Li Xiaolei, then at Xu Che, unnaturally...stretched out his hand and held Xu Che's.

"If you're scared, hold my hand...does this make you feel better?" Jiang Ci said in a low voice.

Xu Che lowered his gaze to the clasped hands of the two, and after a long silence, he said, "Jiang Ci, you're sweating."

"Eh?" Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, then withdrew her hand, rubbing against the bed sheet of the hospital bed.

After rubbing against her twice, Xu Che pulled her over and wiped the sweat off her palms with a tissue.

After wiping for a while, the paper towel was soaked...

Jiang Ci: "..."

"No...you don't need to wipe it off." She felt a little embarrassed, "Anyway, if you wipe it, it will get wet. I'm full of energy and blood, and I like to sweat..."

Xu Che: "..."

That's right, she has been like this since she was in middle school, full of qi and blood, her skin is always rosy, her lips are bright and full, like delicate roses...

No, if this continues, isn't it just being seduced by beauty? What kind of true love?

But... compared to that time, she really hasn't changed much.

"Jiang Ci." Xu Che asked, "What kind of cosmetics do you use?"

"I don't wear makeup," she replied.

"What about skin care?"

Jiang Ci reluctantly thought about it, "...eight glasses of water a day, keep exercising?"

Xu Che: "..."

At the end, he nodded: "Well, exercise is the best skin care product."

It should be better if you don't smoke.

The two chatted intermittently for a while, and Jiang Ci's cell phone rang, and she quickly connected it: "Mr. Du! Are you here? Come up quickly, it's been here for almost half an hour!"

"Is the mage here?" Xu Che asked.

Jiang Ci shook her head: "It's the boss of the mage, even more powerful than the mage."

...

Du Hao knocked on the door of the ward and found that the door was ajar.

He opened the door and went in, and saw a man and a woman sitting on the edge of the bed holding hands, and on the other side was a sullen vengeful spirit.

Without delay, Du Hao immediately took out the talisman paper from his handbag.

Before he could do anything, Jiang Ci said, "Mr. Du, we didn't ask you to take her in. Can you find a way to communicate? Ask her what the last words she keeps repeating mean?"

Du Hao's movements paused slightly, and then he still threw out the yellow talisman in his hand. The piece of paper was as light as snow, and the moment it touched the ghost, it ignited into fire, and burned into ashes with the gloomy resentment.

Jiang Ci almost jumped up from the bed, "Hey?! Didn't I say don't accept her! Mr. Du?!"

"It's not a ghost." Du Hao burned away the gloom in the ward, took out a snow-white handkerchief and covered it on the ashes, wiped it gently, bent down and threw it into the trash can.

"Not a ghost?" Jiang Ci was stunned. "Is this a term in your business? It's not a ghost, is it a soul? Or a monster?"

"Neither of them." Du Hao looked up and looked around the ward, and said calmly, "It is the last obsession left in the world when a person is about to die. It can also be understood as resentment. You can regard it as the image left by the deceased. , Phantom, therefore, there is no possibility of any communication."

Jiang Ci looked at Xu Che in astonishment, and Xu Che was also greatly surprised: "Where is Li Xiaolei's soul now?"

"Maybe it has dissipated, maybe...follow the corpse back to the hometown."

Even if you have no inspiration, you have to finish writing well, because the author has a terrible desire to survive...