a zombie haunts me

Chapter 297 Purple Forget Me Not

"You are smart and excellent, you are beautiful and considerate, but we are destined not to be together. I can't love you because I have a wife who loves me."

A Lang suddenly clenched my hand, and slowly raised the hand with tightly clasped fingers.

I suddenly took a deep breath, what is he going to do, is he trying to force the female ghost to let go, or force the female ghost to do something?

Forget it, I can't control it anyway, at worst, the ghost will suck my soul away.

"No...you don't love your wife, I know, the one you love is me, me!"

She looks like a lunatic, but also like a self-deceiving clown.

I didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to say anything. I waited, and I wanted to see what Ah Lang wanted to do.

"Whether I love you or not, you should be very clear in your heart. You should think about it carefully. What are you doing this for? Is it worth it? Think about it. If I was the one who died today, what would you do? "

The next second, I felt a force pulling away from the female ghost's body. It was a very powerful force. Whether it was fear, panic, hatred, or love, I couldn't use it at all. words to describe.

At this moment, the female ghost in front of me suddenly changed drastically. In the blink of an eye, I actually saw a completely different her.

She was beautiful, like a diva on TV, and she was wearing a purple dress and holding a bouquet of purple forget-me-nots.

She smiled slightly, showing a beautiful dimple, and she said: "Do you still remember this stage? This is the stage where we met. I will always remember what you said to me at the rookie contest that day, you said , you are a piece of uncut jade, believe me, tomorrow, I will make you priceless."

At that moment, I saw the crystal tears in her eyes. It was a kind of touch, a kind of yearning for the beautiful things in the previous life. I knew that she loved this man deeply.

"I love you, I don't care about other people's eyes, I don't care about what others say, I just love you, because you are the person who understands me best in this world, just like the first time you heard my singing, the first time you listened to me. I said a lame joke, it was the first time I saw me standing on the PK stage, stepping on the heads of others and climbing to the top of the game step by step."

The forget-me-not in her hand is so bright and eye-catching, with purple petals, small, but with a special fragrance.

As if this woman standing in front of me is a bunch of forget-me-nots, she is telling me with her own story that she loves this man, deeply in love...

"Honey, I can die for you, and I can live for you, but why do you want me to die without a whole body?"

At this moment, I felt that strong suction force appear again, and the forget-me-not in the girl's hand withered instantly, and the withered flower fell to the ground and disappeared in an instant.

My ears seem to be able to hear the sound of flowers falling, and the shattering of my heart, making a crisp sound like a glass bursting.

Why did she say that, what made her die, and what did that man do in the end?
There were more and more doubts in my mind, and I saw the female ghost's hair fluttering in the wind, slowly getting longer, and then directly pounced on us.

"You stole my ashes, soaked my ashes in water, and then poured the soaked water into the artificial lake behind the TV station. Do you know that every night, I am so cold and the water is very cold. Scary, I'm so scared, but I can't find my way home, it's you, you did it on purpose, because you're afraid that I'll kill you!"

The long hair suddenly turned into a sharp blade, and it trapped A Lang's neck. I could feel the "hissing" sound from the slowly tightened hair, and suddenly, the hair cut A Lang's neck. A trace of blood seeped out of the skin, and the female ghost's hair was pulled back suddenly as if it had been scalded by boiling water.

"You...you are not human, who are you?"

The female ghost suddenly became panicked, but it was too late, A Lang smiled slightly, and then said to her: "I was finally discovered by you, I am the one who came to take you out of the sea of ​​suffering!"

After all, he took out his pistol and just shot it down...

The female ghost let out a shrill scream, and then knelt down on the stage. I saw her stiff body becoming more and more transparent, and she began to lose her support.

"Your ashes have been scattered in the artificial lake. You have no entity, but a mass of resentment. Instead of seeking revenge in such pain, why don't you dedicate yourself to me, and I will refine you and fight with the most powerful corpse Combined together, your resentment will prompt him to give birth to a new soul."

After Ah Lang finished speaking, he quickly put away the pistol. Then, I saw the female ghost slowly turning into a dark green halo, and then floated towards us. I subconsciously took a step away. The light circle landed firmly on A Lang's palm, and he swallowed her into his stomach without even thinking about it.

"Okay, lady, we have successfully collected the first wraith spirit. Although she doesn't have enough resentment, she has just absorbed so many ghosts. I believe she is still very capable."

A Lang said, with a confident smile on his face, I felt that there seemed to be resentment in the air, but the female ghost had indeed disappeared.

I frowned slightly, pointed at the TV station staff who fell on the ground, and said to A Lang: "However, so many people died innocently."

But Ah Lang suddenly laughed, and after a while, I heard some people's voices: "Why am I here?"

"I remember working overtime last night to record a show, but I didn't expect to fall asleep together."

"Yeah, hey, where's the director, where's the host?"

……

None of them died, I widened my eyes in doubt, and looked at A Lang in disbelief.

But A Lang lowered his voice and said to me: "Fool, what we want is resentment, what do we want these innocent souls to do, only the ghosts who died unjustly have resentment, these spirits that have been sucked away don't have that powerful energy .”

"So, they will return to their bodies?"

I asked inexplicably, probably looking like a child.

A Lang nodded, smiled and said to me: "If you want the souls of those people, I can help you get them back now."

"No need... I don't want to do anything harmful."

After that, I gently took A Lang's hand, and stepped out of the gate of the fourth studio step by step.

Behind him, there seemed to be a voice: "Who are you two, how did you break into the studio?"

However, we disappeared before their eyes as if nothing had happened.

As I walked, I was thinking about the story of the female ghost.

If she could see the real face of that man clearly before she died, there would be one less terrible wraith in this world.

People's hearts are probably the most unpredictable thing in this world, just like some people love you very much, but they change their hearts in the next second.

We stop and go in the world, looking for true love, only to find out when we look back, those people we loved but failed to get together in the end, in fact, are they really in love so much?

When I went back, I passed by the flower shop, and I heard the proprietress yelling: "Fresh forget-me-nots, sir, buy a bouquet for the lady next to you. The flower language of forget-me-nots means don't forget me, which represents eternal memory. Just like this lady next to you, will forever be engraved in your life, engraved in your soul, become a part of you."

A Lang and I stopped at the same time. The purple forget-me-nots bloomed in the sun, more delicate and beautiful than the bright red roses.

A Lang bought a bunch of forget-me-nots for me. He said that I was his most eternal memory.

I laughed, I believe that is not an ordinary love sentence, it is a man, a lifetime commitment, who said that a zombie's lifetime represents eternity...

"Hey, have you heard that something happened in the home of the great writer Baifaqing recently!"

"Why haven't I heard of it, isn't it just that the house is haunted!"

"What kind of haunted is it? He is suffering from depression and seems to be committing suicide!"

"No way, he is so rich, how could he commit suicide?"

"Who knows, it seems to be related to his dead wife..."

Walking on the street with people coming and going, the conversation between two people suddenly attracted me, white-haired youth, I have read his novels.

A long time ago, he was a writer of romance novels. His works were full of youthful atmosphere, but they were not sought after by people.

At that time, I remember my classmate said that the novels he wrote were too plain, without any ups and downs, just like dull youth, not grand enough at all.

But later, he started to change careers and wrote supernatural novels. Unexpectedly, he became an instant hit. Not only that, he also slowly got the chance to publish the several youth novels he wrote before. He seemed to be dormant. The grasshopper that had been living for many years suddenly jumped onto the tallest flowering branch.

The supernatural novels he wrote are more vivid than anyone else. The plots of the stories are linked together, just like a movie played in front of your eyes. There is no long-winded narrative, and some only have emotions carved into the souls of the characters. In other words, all the characters in his works have been brought to life by him!
"Well, are you interested?"

A Lang suddenly lowered his voice and asked in my ear, pulling my thoughts back from memory.

I nodded, I am really interested, but how do I know if this is caused by the wraith, if not, is it a waste of time?
After thinking about it, I shook my head and said to him, "Forget it, let's hurry up and find the next target."

A Lang suddenly showed a smile, he said: "Have you forgotten, anyone who wants to commit suicide will not happen by accident. Didn't you hear them say that this great writer's house seems to be haunted?"

(End of this chapter)