"So, that's why you've been refusing to let her go."

Sheng Jin opened his mouth coldly.

Song Changlin's voice stopped abruptly.

His gaze slowly swept over Sheng Jin, and finally stopped at her cold and calm eyes: "I don't understand what you mean. ”

It's a pity that Sheng Jin didn't continue to talk about that topic.

She staggered her gaze, looked at the wedding photos of Song Changlin and his wife decades ago on the bedside table, and asked, "How long has it been since your wife died?" ”

"One year."

"It seems that only you are immersed in the past."

Sheng Jin sneered.

She looked at Song Changlin abruptly, as if there was a dark fog flowing in her clear pupils, and the breath in the room stagnated for a moment.

With a bad breath in her eyes, she saw the little black shadow hidden behind Song Changlin and protected by Song Changlin.

The small black shadow was very small, and it was covered by Song Changlin's yang energy, if it weren't for someone like Sheng Jin, who was particularly sensitive to evil qi, he would really be undetectable for a while.

The weirdness that caused Song Changlin to have a strange illness has always been carefully protected by him by his side.

Those Xuan Masters could sense that the entire attic was surrounded by evil qi, and they also knew that the room where Song Changlin was located was the place where the evil qi was the strongest.

But they mistakenly thought that it was because Song Changlin was here, and they never thought that Song Changlin would hide the monster under their noses.

As soon as Sheng Jin finished speaking, Song Changlin's face changed suddenly.

"Don't hurt it!"

His expression was visibly flustered.

Sheng Jin had no intention of making a move.

She crossed her legs, folded her hands on her knees, and spoke: "You are feeding it with your life, and you are also harming another life with your life!" ”

Speaking of the latter, her tone suddenly sharpened.

"You think all I see is the weirdness behind you? It's true that you've fed it stronger than ever, but the source of its power is your wife! ”

"W-What?"

Song Changlin was shocked quickly after Sheng Jin's words after panicking at the beginning.

He instinctively denied it, "How could I harm Wanying!" ”

Sheng Jin pointed five fingers, and a rich evil aura flowed in her fingertips, and the strange monster hiding behind Song Changlin's back trembling quickly arrived in her hands without any resistance.

“.”

Sheng Jin's eyes narrowed, "Don't try to invade my brain." ”

The monster trembled as if it was in disbelief, and finally fell to its knees in Sheng Jin's palm, resting in peace.

"So you're a ghost."

Spirits, treacherous attacks on the heart.

It likes to learn the voice of a man to confuse others, and if people are deceived, they will willingly give it their own lives.

Strange disease is the form of sacrifice to it.

Song Changlin struggled to prop up his body and asked, "Sheng Jin, what did you mean by what you said just now?" ”

Because of the reason for feeding the sprites, he can now see the sprites.

When he saw the dragon lying obediently and obediently in Sheng Jin's palm, the shock in Song Changlin's eyes was even worse.

Sheng Jin poked at the dragon that had no face, no backbone, only a small ball of pitch-black.

"It's been here longer than you."

"It can't be."

Song Changlin subconsciously shook his head, it has only been two months since this dragon appeared.

"It's been hiding in the old mansion, but it wasn't strong before."

Sheng Jin said, and poked the dragon again, "Learn from the person in front of you." ”

“？”

A trace of confusion crossed Song Changlin's eyes.

But in the next second, he was completely frozen in place.

"Wanying, this flower is blooming very well."

"Is this your plate of choice today?" Your vision is as good as ever. ”

“.”

The dragon had no mouth, but the words that were no different from Song Changlin's voice echoed in the room.

These words.

Song Changlin's eyes turned red, these are the words he said to his wife before!

He was now desperate for an answer: "What the hell is going on?!" ”

"Still don't understand?"

Sheng Jin snorted, lifted the dragon and threw it on his shoulder, "Wanying was exploited by it because she was looking forward to your company too much, and she was the first to feed it." ”

"You mentioned before that Wanying stays here when she's bored, have you ever wondered why she's stuck to this attic, maybe it's because it's quiet and no one will find the dragon."

The corners of Sheng Jin's lips hooked sarcastically: "She did treat the dragon as a child, and her breath filled the entire attic." ”

But what Wanying thought in her heart, maybe only Song Changlin knows now.

Song Changlin fell into a long silence.

After a while, he spoke: "I rarely come to this attic, I have been running around until she died"

His eyes were red, and his eyes were soaked with painful emotions.

His wife, who was neglected by him, never complained.

No, maybe she had, and she fought for it - but Song Changlin at that time, obsessed with family responsibilities, ignored it.

Sheng Jin: "She's a good wife, but you're obviously not doing your duty as a husband. ”

Song Changlin did love his wife, but this love was long overdue and irretrievable.

She lifted her eyes and looked at him indifferently: "After all, she still misses you until she dies." ”

"What?!"

Song Changlin hadn't recovered from the grief just now.

Sheng Jin shook the dragon on her shoulder: "Take it out." ”

The dragon trembled, a little reluctant, and tried to rub Sheng Jin's face to get by.

Sheng Jin didn't eat this at all, and threatened in a cold tone: "She just asked you to keep it, not to let you monopolize it, don't force me to do it." ”

“.”

The Sprite succumbed.

The pitch-black mass shook up and down a few times, and a small white spot of light shook out of it.

In Song Changlin's incredulous gaze, that point of light gradually revealed the figure of the young woman in the photo on the bedtable.

"Wanying?"

At that moment, Song Changlin couldn't hide his tears.

Wanying's figure was transparent and ethereal, her face was as gentle and tolerant as ever, she stood quietly in mid-air, looking at Song Changlin regretting and crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Song Changlin kept muttering, he didn't know what to say except to say sorry now.

Sheng Jin: "She was still relieved after she died, so she was voluntarily confined in the attic and guarded by the Dragons until the arrival of those Xuan Masters." ”

"They hurt her?!"

Song Changlin didn't care about the pain, and anxiously went to check Wanying's state.

Sheng Jin shook his head: "Those Xuan Masters have removed the traces left by the previous dragons, and Wanying has a basis for survival because of your obsession." ”

Song Changlin looked at the person in front of him in a daze: "Wanying."

"She couldn't speak."

Sheng Jin coldly said the truth, "Because of your feeding, the dragon is getting stronger and stronger, until your life is dying, Wanying will be trapped here forever, unable to reincarnate." ”

Note: 魍魉, the same source is "Hundred Ghost Records", with processing ingredients

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