Wu Xingzhi's methods have always been simple and rude.

Asami Ling may just be a very small business of the Dongshan Society, so when Wu Xingzhi stepped on the head of the other party's president, the other party was still confused.

Then there was the roar of rage, the sound of blades unsheathed, and even the roar of guns.

When Wu Xingzhi walked out of the building with a shallow spirit, there was no sound inside.

A blood-stained shirt was bulging with things, and Wu Xingzhi casually threw it to the back seat, then stretched out his hand and took out several documents that were also stained with blood.

"You see, the regrets you've been clinging to are just a few meaningless pieces of paper."

Wu Xingzhi pulled his hands, the documents were torn to pieces, and a wind blew, and scraps of paper flew.

Asami's gaze followed the confetti until they disappeared into the city.

"It's just such a fragile thing, not as difficult as you think, right?"

Wu Xingzhi's voice with a smile came, and Asami Ling smiled unconsciously, she felt that her body was lighter, as if she could also float up with the wind.

"Get in the car." Wu Xingzhi opened the car door.

"Where are you going?" Asami obediently sat in the co-pilot.

"There's still work to be done." Wu Xingzhi started the car, and the car roared like a beast, piercing the air.

Asami Ling held his cheeks, looked out the window, and suddenly called: "Mr. Wu." ”

"I want to ...... Is it okay if I want to open a window? ”

"Huh?" Wu Xingzhi looked over suspiciously, "You don't need to ask me about this kind of thing." ”

Asami Ling laughed, the car window rolled down, and the wind rushed in, blowing Asami's long hair and dancing wildly without rules.

She leaned slightly, looked out the window, closed her eyes, and took a big breath.

She had never been so happy, the depression that had been suppressed for so long had accumulated in her chest, and she just wanted to spit them out at this time, and let the wind carry them away, never to come back.

As if she didn't care about her vocal cords, she shouted out of the window, "Mr. Wu—"

Wu Xingzhi pursed his lips and complained: "In this case, you should have better words to shout, such as I'm so happy or I'm finally liberated, instead of calling my name." ”

Asami Ling turned her head, her black hair swaying on her face, and the eyes between light and shadow were amazingly beautiful, and she said with a smile: "I want to say a lot, maybe I can't finish it in a day." ”

"But now, I think it's good."

"Mr. Wu, I really feel ...... now"

She reached out and felt the wind whistling through her fingers.

"It feels like I'm alive."

"You were meant to be alive." Wu Xingzhi stepped on the accelerator to death, making the car speed up crazily, as if it had been moving forward like this, and could drive directly out of this world: "There is no need to say more about literature and art, you can save it until you are old and remember it slowly, now, let's go to a funeral." ”

"Funeral?" Asami tilted his head in confusion.

Wu Xingzhi smiled, his eyes looking straight ahead.

The car stopped downstairs in the hotel, the two got out of the car, and Asami Ling looked at the familiar building in front of him and opened his mouth: "Mr. Wu, the funeral you said won't be for me, right?" ”

"Not everyone has the opportunity to attend their own funeral." Wu Xingzhi smiled and said: "All your previous regrets and obsessions should end with the funeral, and from now on, you are a new person, a shallow spirit that really exists in this world." ”

"But-" Asami's heart was beating violently, her mind was in chaos, and she really couldn't keep up with Wu Xingzhi's train of thought: "It always feels a little weird, is it really necessary to do it to this extent?" ”

The thing in the book about burying oneself with one's own hands has always been a metaphor! Where would someone really bury their own body with their own hands!

"It's necessary!" Wu Xingzhi said seriously.

"However, it's daylight, and there are still so many people on the street......" Asami stammered.

Wu Xingzhi looked around and frowned: "You have a point, this kind of thing, idle people are not qualified to stare at it." ”

"Really...... I don't think we have to go......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found that the temperature around him was cold, and a voice with long hair covering his face suddenly appeared beside Wu Xingzhi.

Pedestrians passing by suddenly shuddered.

"Sadako, let's clear the field."

Wu Xingzhi said lightly.

Sadako's figure suddenly became illusory for a moment, and then countless white figures split out from Sadako's body, instantly spreading all over the street.

The screams came and went, it was obviously noon, and the scorching sun shone on people's bodies, but there was no temperature at all.

"To ...... Is it going to be so exaggerated? Asami Ling's mouth widened, and he looked at the ghosts all over the street, and the panicked people crawled and fled the street.

It's like the legendary night walk of a hundred ghosts, but there are no hundred ghosts here, and it's not night.

"As I said, it doesn't matter what the rules are." In the midst of the chaos, Wu Xingzhi's voice came smoothly and clearly: "Don't worry, Sadako is very special, and the network is also under her control, no one can monitor here, they will only see the ancient well that is played repeatedly." ”

No one can bear the resentment on Sadako's body, even if Sadako doesn't hurt people, but ordinary people look at her lightly, and they feel like their souls are about to be sucked away, and soon, the streets become empty.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Asami Ling watched in amazement as Sadako closed the doors of the shops on both sides and the vehicles on both sides of the street in an orderly manner, and the rest of Sadako lined up in two neat rows in an orderly manner, starting from the two of them, and spreading forward, like a hostess who welcomed her.

If you ignore the cold aura of their bodies and their faces covered by their long hair.

"The conditions are limited, so this is the only way to do it for the time being." Wu Xingzhi looked at the scene in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and asked, "Speaking of which, is there anything to avoid about Neon's funeral?" ”

“......”

Is it a matter of caring about funeral rites?

What funeral would find so many ghosts standing in rows?

Asami Ling looked at Wu Xingzhi and saw that the other party's expression was as serious as ever.

Her heart moved slightly, and her chaotic emotions suddenly disappeared, and she couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Wu is really really trying to find a way to resolve his obsession.

Although the solution is always unexpected, even messy to talk about.

However, to myself, it seems to be unexpectedly effective.

"Laughing at what?" Wu Xingzhi frowned: "The funeral has begun, be serious, and have a little respect for the deceased!" ”

Asami Ling hurriedly tried to straighten up.

"Okay! Mr. Wu! ”

The Dead?

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