The clothes were open, and the temperature was too low, so that the skin was a little frozen red.

The half-concealed vermilion was a little stinging from frostbite, and Lin Weaving gathered his clothes and fastened them.

People can't judge the logic of ghosts by common sense, they don't have any scruples, they don't think about time and space.

If Lin Weaving is on the mountain, it doesn't matter if this communication is this, but in this cave where there are coffins, forget it, don't disturb the peace of others.

The flashlight returned to its original state, Lin Weaving's flashlight swept over, and a pale face crashed into his vision, and under the impact of his senses, his brain slowed down for half a beat before examining the image.

It was a clear and even slightly indifferent face, which was the same as the portrait enshrined by Lin Weaving.

Lin Zhi immediately approached, and the head on the coffin was exposed to the light, and there was some slimy, rancid rotten flesh around it.

Lian Qing's head is in it, and in this paradoxical scene, there is an inexplicable sense of mud and unstained.

Lin Zhi bent down and took out his lover's head.

Lian Qing's body is not decomposed, everything remains in the state he was in before his death, but his face is too pale and bloodless, and after looking at it for a long time, it will even give people the illusion that he will open his eyes in the next moment.

The fracture of the neck is neat, and there is no sense of flesh and blood adhesion, Lin Zhi accepts the severed finger well, and naturally has no fear of this head.

01 watched it very silently, and I just felt that this scene probably needed cartoons to save it.

It suddenly saw something and hurriedly reminded: [Host, be careful! 】

After Lin Zhi picked up his head, the coffin moved.

The female corpse in her thirties, slammed open the coffin board, her face was blue and black, her fingers were purple, and the corpse pounced towards Lin Zhi.

Lin Zhi subconsciously wanted to dodge but saw the mist that blinded his vision, and the mist came strangely and entangled the zombie.

Seeing the situation, there was no need to worry, Lin Zhi did not stay where he was, and walked in the direction he came from with his head in his hands.

He is just an ordinary person without any metaphysical ability, very weak, and can only rely on his dead husband to maintain his life, his goal has been achieved, there is no need to stay and watch the play.

The light in the cave was too dim, and he naturally didn't see the eyelashes of the head in his arms trembling.

Lin Weaving walked all the way down the mountain and met the Twin Spirits.

Twin Spirits: "Brother Lin, where have you been?" I've been looking for you for a long time, scare me ......"

When Shuangling got closer, he saw the back of his head in Lin Zhi's arms, and he gasped in fright, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Found it, part of him."

Lin Zhi turned his head towards the twin spirits, and the man's eyes were closed, and just looking at his face, it seemed as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Shuangling patted her chest with palpitations, although it was true that she admired him very much when the team leader was alive, but she was still a little scared when she saw the appearance of the team leader.

"Did it go so well, didn't you encounter anything?"

"It's okay, I have ......"

Shuangling remembered and answered: "Yes, you have your third uncle!" ”

In a place that is invisible to the naked eye, Lian Qing stared at him with some doubts, did the third uncle mean him, but he didn't seem to have a nephew, it seemed that he had really forgotten too many things in his life.

Chapter 288: The Surviving Soul of the Ghost Master

Lian Qing has a clear understanding of his own death, so his mentality when he turns into a ghost is also ordinary.

Probably because his limbs were torn apart, and his memories were mutilated.

For the first few days, he only vaguely remembered who he was.

Wandering around the remaining limbs, listening to the mourning of those around him.

He seemed to be in the world for something, but for what, he didn't remember, and he didn't have any idea.

Before he came into contact with the skull, Lian Qing was still a vague consciousness, unstable in his ghostly state, and he did not have the ability to think clearly, relying on the instinct of the ghost to make a curious exploration of the young man who broke into his realm to worship him.

The young man claimed to be his lover and his possession.

But now that his mind is clearer, Lian Qing is a little confused.

Why wasn't he impressed at all?

But the young man lived freely in his house, worshipped his posthumous image, carved his tablet with his own hands, caressed his stump, and showed him so intimately that he should be his lover.

But no matter how he thought about it, Lian Qing couldn't remember any fragments between them.

Looking at the young man's calm and beautiful face, Lian Qing thought for a while, and concluded that his body should not be completely pieced together now, so he couldn't remember.

He looked at Lin Zhi with some curiosity, making sure that Lin Zhi was just an ordinary person without any metaphysical ability, and he couldn't see him, but he seemed to conclude that he was right by his side, so he had just called his name, and he was not surprised at all that he made a move.

During his lifetime, their relationship must have been very good, but he had forgotten all about it, and if the young man knew, he would be very sad.

But why is he Lin Zhi's third uncle?

He remembered that his relatives were broken and he had no nephews, not to mention that his surname was Lian and his lover's surname was Lin, which was really weird.

The joys and sorrows of humans and ghosts are not connected, and the twin spirits are still talking about what happened just now.

"It's good that you're okay, anyway, this time our mission is over, but now Xiaoyang hasn't found it yet, and I don't know where to go."

Missing children are always reminiscent of bad situations, but this is a relatively closed village, because the terrain is high, there are usually no outsiders, there are no traffickers abducting children, this road is used to the villagers, there are no large beasts in the mountains, if it is an adult, there is no need to worry too much about safety, but it is only a three or four-year-old child.

The twin spirits didn't ask Lin Zhi in detail about what appeared around him, after all, it was about ghosts, and everyone had their own secrets, so Lin Zhi wouldn't ask if he didn't take the initiative to mention her.

"Did the third uncle find anything?"

Lin Zhi looked at the black cat squatting on the branch and looking at him, and asked.

"Nope."

Shuangling shook his head, the black cat didn't meet Xiaoyang in the forest.

There was some discouragement on her face, and she didn't seem to help much when she came out on this trip, which can be regarded as a failed field trip.

Lin Weaving: "I'll go back and settle down first, and we'll look for it later." ”

After all, walking around at night with a head in his arms is too frightening in terms of visual effects.

Shuangling understands that after some incidents, she is actually not very timid, but in the dense forest at night, the beautiful and delicate beauty with her skin is holding a head like living tissue and laughing and talking to her, and her heart is indeed a little unbearable.

Even though she knew that the head belonged to the company leader she loved, there was no decomposition or corpse spots, and it was no different from when she was alive, which still made people's scalps tingle and unconsciously afraid.

She looked like a person talking here, but in fact, the soul had been gone for a while.

Shuangling advised: "I will let the third uncle follow you, Brother Lin, you pay attention to safety." ”

"Okay."

Lin Zhi turned Lian Qing's head towards his chest and walked back with it in his arms.

The flashlight in his hand was pointed towards the ground, casting uneven spots of light on the undulating mountain road.

It wasn't quiet, but there was still a constant shouting.

Lin Zhi walked for a while, feeling a little inconvenient, so he simply turned off the flashlight and put it in his pocket.

The head is held by two palms and clasped at the back of the man's head.

This action actually overlaps with some of the times, when he is in his lover's arms, he straightens his waist and naturally rises higher than the person, and his hands clasp the back of the person's head, allowing him to linger between his chest, and occasionally the fingertips will sink into the lover's hair, leaving traces that will soon dissipate.

It's a pity that now that the person is dead, the head will fall to the ground at any time without support.

I didn't look at it for a while, and I made myself so embarrassed.

The people in the village were organized to search the mountains, and only some children who were not yet adults stayed at home, because they didn't dare to run around when it was dark, they all stayed in the house and waited for news, so the road was extremely smooth.

He returned to his temporary room, locked the door and closed the window, so as not to frighten the unsuspecting.

Lin Zhi took out the tablet and incense candle from his backpack and put Lian Qing's head aside.

After lighting the candle, he carefully studied his sweetheart with closed eyes.

Lian Qing's appearance is undoubtedly very outstanding, Ruifeng's eyes are high and the bridge of his nose is high, showing a kind of wide indifference.

It's a pity that these eyes can't be opened, and they can't see the look in them.

Lin Zhi was in a trance, and suddenly felt a shaking.

The violent shaking like an earthquake made him unsteady on his feet, and he had to hold on to the desk and stumble a little, and when he felt stable, he saw the face of his lover close at hand.

They were so close that they were no longer the condescending glances he had just had, the tips of their noses touched, and he could see each other's long eyelashes, and the shadows that drooped seemed serene and distant in the dim light of the night and the incense candles.

Judging by common sense and 01's exclamation, Lin Zhi knew that the shaking he thought just now was just his hallucination, which was a common way of mental interference for ghosts.

"You want me to kiss you?"

Lin Zhi's eyebrows were slightly raised, he bent over, his eyes were lowered with a habitual smile, and his lips kept opening and closing with the words, as if he wanted to touch the lips of his dead lover.

However, after all, it seemed like this, Lin Zhi stood up straight, he had no sexual interest in the dead, and he did not have this special fetish.

However, he did not show this emotion on his face, but shook his head lightly and laughed at his whimsical and said:

"Maybe I misunderstood, maybe it was really an earthquake."

Lin Zhi was about to get the suitcase on the side, but his steps retreated slightly.

It wasn't until his palm pressed against the offering table that he felt something was wrong.

This kind of hallucination is sometimes too terrifying, and it takes the confusion as normal, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the false.

It was like a substantial coldness, which made Lin Zhi's face flush sickly.

The young man leaned against the desk, as if he was suppressed by an invisible person, and his lips seemed to be unable to close, and he could glimpse the red tongue that was entwined inside.

The houses in the mountain village have been built for some years and smell of decay and dampness characteristic of wood.

The melted incense candles melted and solidified underneath, and the lights flickered in the wind.

The tablet of the deceased husband looked bright and dark in the flickering lights, and Lin Zhi's eyes saw that Lian Qing's head was slightly offset, as if he would open his eyes at any time to gaze at the fragrant scene, or rather, always appreciating.

There was a sharp knock on the door, which woke people up from a trance.

Lin Zhi looked at the quilt under his hand, and didn't know when he was lying on the bed.

He looked up at the desk, and Lian Qing's head was still facing the same direction as before, as if what he had just experienced was just a hallucination.

Lin Zhi touched the tip of his tongue, which was slightly painful, combed his somewhat messy hair, and got up from the bed.