Soul Ghost

Chapter 9

Without saying a word, I and Changhe went back to their desks and sat down.

Xiao Ye secretly stretched out her tongue, and everyone took their own seats. The office restored its quietness, but the doubts caused by the story were still lingering in the minds of me and the Changhe.

Would this story become the trigger for our sleepless night?

What did that mean?

In last night's dream, I saw the finger again. So, Xiaowang's death was not the end. What would happen to me and the Changhe. What would happen to us?

###Chapter9,Look at the Farsight Mountain Frightening

It was the first time you showed that you were tired of work. This matter made us feel too stressed.

Although he got off work early, Jiang Xiao didn't go back. He looked at my eyes and said seriously, "Nanping, we can't do this!"

I know what he said we can't do. Yes, we can't just sit around and wait. But what can we do? Can we invite a mage here? We're all national cadres, what will we do in the future for our superstition activities?

There was no fear in the river's eyes, but a bit more calmness. I believed that I could not keep his silence now. He no longer cried and helplessly said, "How is my life?" What made him no longer afraid?

"Nanping, you may not believe in supernatural things, but when there is such a thing that cannot be explained by science, we can only believe that there is really supernatural things. We have provoked it, so I estimate that there is no peace of mind."

I kept silent and said, "Nanping, let's go to my house tonight and discuss it together."

"No, don't let sister-in-law know!"

The Changhe sighed slightly. "She knew it already!" He said thankfully, "Fortunately, she only has to face us, so she won't trouble others. That's good. We don't have to worry about who it will take away from her from time to time. It's enough to be scared."

He finally understood why the Changhe was no longer scared, why he was so proactive.

The Changhe patted my shoulder. "Nanping, to be honest, I don't want to die. I can't die for your sister-in-law. So I have to be more proactive. No matter what happens, there is always a reason. I want to make it clear,We just accidentally provoked it, or we hate it. In addition to the knot in our heart, we may be solved."

This is the river. When the river was no longer afraid, his calmness and keenness were shown. I looked at him and asked, "Have you taken action?"

He shook his head. "No, but it will be there soon. Let's discuss it today. Tomorrow, tomorrow, we will take action."

I spoke slowly, "Let's go to your house and pass by the faraway village. I want to see that place again!"

The river was stunned for a moment. He nodded and said, "Okay! Let's go on a motorcycle."

On the tenth day of August, just one month had passed since the last time the three of them came to the Farsight Village.

The weather became colder, the thatch even more so withered, making that place seem even more desolate. The sound of the motorcycle's engine added a bit of vitality here. I got off the car with the long river, stood side by side, and then looked towards the place where that image appeared.

We were always silent, our thoughts wandering about. We didn't know what the river was thinking, but when the wind blew over, the grass's voice was dull and desolate. The long river's hand was clenched into a fist, a bit trembling.

That image didn't appear, but that type of fear had always been planted in his heart. In this type of environment, it was natural and instinctive.

The wind blew and felt cold. A piece of cloud moved by the wind and slowly drifted away. The light of the moon slowly faded away. In the end, only a faint yellow shadow could be seen, and then the shadow slowly disappeared behind the layer of cloud.

The river closed its mouth tightly, and stared at the vacant lot in front of me with a heavy gaze. I looked at the moonlight without saying anything. Now, all words were redundant.

The cold wind, thatch, the moon hidden in the clouds, the desolate night.

The wind produced thatch sounds continuously. Weeds rose from time to time, tangling and spinning. It was to the extent where one could even feel the wind circling past our bodies, sneaking into the thatch. Just like humans, they tore apart the grass piece by piece. An unknown aura surrounded us from behind, cold and gloomy. I looked towards the long river, and he was also looking at me, his expression extremely strange. Then, his face slowly became pale, his lips starting to tremble, his hands still clenching into fists, shaking even more powerfully. A suffocating pressure made me feel difficulty breathing, so I subconsciously reached out my hand to remove the button at the very top of my clothes. Suddenly, the long river pounced towards me, both hands reaching out towards my throat.

I was shocked and cried out, "Changxi, are you crazy?"

The river gurgled in his throat and his eyes were lost. He had lost all focus but his expression was ferocious. He did not relax at all.

My throat was strangled by him, and my breathing became difficult. I tried my best to separate the arm of the river to both sides, but the river was extremely powerful at this time. His hand was cold and he did not speak. The voice in his throat sounded like the final struggle of a dying patient. Although his eyes were scattered without focus, there was a horrible atmosphere.

To my horror, I realized that this was not the river, not the river. I couldn't breathe because of his desperate grip. The blood rushed straight to my forehead and my mind began to heat up. I slowly lost consciousness. I instinctively pulled his hand to make the last struggle, but I found that I couldn't move his hand at all. He held his hand tighter and tighter. Then, the voice in my throat slowly turned into a gloomy and cold voice that sounded like crying or laughing.

My eyes slowly bulged out, and my tongue began to uncontrollably extend out of my mouth. "Is it over? Is my life going to end like this?"

"Long River, I can't let you kill me under such an unconscious situation. I can't die. I can't die. I can't die!!!"

There was still a moment of clarity in my mind. I suddenly fell to the ground, and the body of the river fell down with my body. But when I fell down, my hands were slightly loose. I seized this opportunity and rolled back with all my strength.

In the cold night of August, the moon was still hidden behind the clouds. The cool breeze blew, and there was an inexplicable cold atmosphere around. I and the river rolled in the thatch. It was only my instinct that I could not stop the long river's hands from holding me tightly under the constant rolling. But how much strength could I still have? Could I finally get rid of the hands that were controlled by someone unknown?

My body was dripping wet. I didn't know if it was because of the sweat from the violent rolling, or because of the terrible sweat. The clothes were pasted to my body, but the body of the Changhe didn't sweat, and my expression changed.

I was crushed by the river again. The river's expression couldn't be seen clearly in the gloomy night, but the voice in his throat was so clear that it wasn't a human sound. He was like a bloodthirsty mad devil that suddenly found a prey that could provide him with blood when he was in urgent need of blood. His expression was crazy, and his hands became more powerful.

"I can't roll on the ground, and at this time, he will no longer give me a chance to roll on the ground."

The wind blew again, causing the lower hem of the long river to flutter. Veins appeared on his wrist as they wound like coiling earthworms. His face slowly became bigger and bigger in front of me, and his consciousness slowly moved away from me...

Suddenly, a pair of clear and bright eyes appeared in my mind. It was Zi Yue's eyes that looked at me with shyness and annoyance. I never thought that when my life was about to end, it was actually her eyes that floated in front of my eyes. Had she already penetrated deep into my heart?

Zi Yue, for your sake, I can't die, I can't die! I used my hands to hold the long river's hand, and then I used all of my strength to swing it to the side. I only felt that my throat was loosened, and a wave of fresh air flowed into my throat. I successfully got rid of his devil-like hands. I gasped for air, feeling a sense of incredulity. I never knew that the air was so cute, and never thought that I would be so touched and still be able to breathe so freely.

The weed began to rustle again. I turned around and saw the river slowly rising from the weed. His gaze was dull, but his eyes were as red as blood. The wind blew his clothes backward, as if something was pulling him backward. He came to me step by step.

I wanted to stand up, but my body was drained and my legs were too weak to stand up. I supported myself on the ground with my hand and moved backward little by little. My lips were trembling but I couldn't make a sound. I heard the "gege" sound of my teeth chattering. Yes, I was also afraid. I was afraid. A kind of helplessness, a kind of fear and despair that arose from the depths of my heart grabbed me tightly. My mind was blank. I had no thoughts. I just moved back instinctively and moved backward.

The long river's footsteps were heavy. Step by step, it was as if it was stepping on my heart. My heart was beating like a drum. The long river stretched out its hand and its hands slowly stretched forward. Then, a cruel and sinister smile appeared on its face.

Just as his hand was about to reach my neck, a hard object was pressed against my back. It was a motorcycle. I suddenly turned over with some strength and hopped on the motorcycle. I turned the head of the car, faced the river, and turned off the headlights. A beam of dazzling light shot straight into the eyes of the river.

The long river's movement stopped, as if it was a slow-motion film from a movie. Then, he slowly raised his bloodshot eyes, his expression extremely tired. Under the bright light, his expression changed, continuously twitching. Only after a very long time did he recover from the twitching, but he asked in surprise, "Nanping, what are you doing with the light in front of my eyes?"

My heart was finally at ease. The river of time had finally belonged to him. "Let's go back, river!" I croaked hoarsely.

Another breeze came, but the thatch was still rising and falling. At that time, the moon had emerged from behind the clouds. The cold moonlight illuminated the long river's mood.

We arrived at Nanping's home on the motorcycle whirring. I was exhausted and weak. Changhe asked me, "Nanping, you look pale. What's wrong?"

I shook my head and didn't want to say a word.

The Changhe looked at me with doubts, and I said in a heavy voice, "Nothing, I am tired!"