a zombie haunts me

Chapter 303 You Are My Energy

A Lang completely ignored his explanation and said, "Are you whitewashing your fault? Think about it for yourself. Aren't those teenagers who committed suicide these days innocent?"

My heart couldn't help trembling slightly. I had heard about several suicide news not long ago. I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but I didn't expect that those children had a common hobby, which was reading supernatural novels.

My mind was empty, and I didn't know whether to pity them or those kids.

"We didn't mean to, and the readership is out of our control."

The white-haired youth said that the expression on his face was a kind of self-blame, a kind of sadness.

However, A Lang didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he said to him: "The laws of nature in this world are reincarnated. When a person dies, he should go to the underworld and be reborn as a human being. It is against the law of heaven for you to be attached to the world, and now you have killed many innocent people." Don't you guys feel ashamed?"

At that moment, I felt that Alang was like a just judge. However, in a corner of my heart, I was thinking about whether Alang himself had selfish intentions. After all, we collect resentful spirits to save ourselves child.

Suddenly, I saw A Lang pull out the pistol.

The moment the gun was pointed at the female ghost, the white-haired youth suddenly stood in front of the female ghost.

"I beg you, let us go, we didn't harm anyone, we just want to be together forever."

He knelt down on the ground with a "plop", his voice choked slightly.

"It's not harmful, do you know that you wrote that kind of resentment into the novel, and constantly absorb the yang energy of those readers, isn't it harming people?"

A Lang suddenly sneered, that's right, he was sneering, it was a sneering sneer.

I have a feeling in my heart that Ah Lang will never let the two of them go.

"There is no way for us to do this. If we don't absorb enough yang energy and collect yang to replenish yin, she will disappear from this world soon."

An indescribable sadness flashed across the man's face, his tone was begging, he paused, and he continued: "We have been very careful, and only absorb a little bit from each reader, just a little bit. , will not cause harm to them, in fact, I did not expect this book to be so popular, more and more readers are reading this book, absorbing more and more Yang Qi, although I do not know Will there be more readers, but my purpose is really just to keep her by my side."

However, at this moment, Ah Lang's muzzle was already aimed at the man's wife. As long as he moved his finger slightly, the bullet would shoot out from the muzzle.

"please……"

The man almost collapsed, he silently lowered his head, and narrated blankly: "My wife and I were childhood sweethearts, I thought that we could love each other forever, but who would have thought that just three years ago in a scene... In the car accident, I watched my wife die in front of me. I blamed myself every day until I almost collapsed. I would rather be the one who died..."

"Who made the ghost contract for you? Judging by your appearance, you shouldn't be in this business."

A Lang asked, with strong doubts in that voice, and I nodded accordingly. This man didn't seem to understand those so-called witchcraft.

More importantly, why did he choose to end his life by suicide if he loved his wife so much?
"After my wife died, a witch came to me by chance and said that she could help me keep my wife's soul, and let me see her and talk to her, but she asked me to promise her one condition."

At that moment, I was stunned, why have I never heard of such a witch?
"What conditions?"

I couldn't wait to ask, as if an electric current passed through my whole body.

"She wants our wedding rings."

The man said, his eyes slowly looked at his ring finger, it was obvious that there was a ring there.

"Why would she want your wedding ring?"

I was a little puzzled, even if he was not famous at that time, the savings must be worth more than his wedding ring.

He thought about it, and after a while, he said to us: "Although we were not very rich when we got married, the pair of rings are indeed very precious, and they are really important to us."

"No, you became famous later, did she ask for more?"

A Lang frowned slightly and asked.

"It...not really. She took the ring and told me what I should do to keep my wife by my side. Later, she disappeared. I went to find her once, but I couldn't find it."

As the man said, he looked back at his wife, only to realize that the yin energy on her body seemed to be slowly dissipating.

"Wife."

He hugged his wife, and her wife was limp in his arms, looking extremely weak.

"How can this happen, why is this happening?"

As soon as the man's voice fell, A Lang lowered his eyes slightly and said to him: "Don't you understand? That witch is clearly refining ghosts. She took your wedding ring because she knew that after you died, As long as you use the pair of rings, you can summon your souls, you have absorbed too much yin and yang, and the innate resentment of ghosts can turn you into ghosts and become her best refining material."

At this moment, the man found that his light embrace on his wife's shoulders had slowly begun to disappear.

"Why... why I was deceived and I don't even know..."

The man's face was solemn, and a sad emotion was brewing in the entire basement.

A Lang shook his head suddenly, and said to him: "People think that nonsense is unbelievable, but in fact, sometimes, people's words are more terrifying than nonsense."

The man knelt on the ground and crawled towards Ah Lang step by step, gently grabbed his trousers with one hand, and begged him: "Please, please give us relief, we don't want to become refining materials, I You know, just one bullet in your gun can set us free, please help us."

This is the first time I saw a ghost begging others to take him away, but I can understand his mood at this moment.

However, Ah Lang didn't say anything, he took my hand and turned around to leave.

After walking a few steps forward, I looked back and saw that the man's body was already translucent, and his wife was almost visible with only one face left.

Some voices could be heard faintly: "Honey, do you know why my pen name is called White-haired Youth?"

silence……

After a while, he went on to say: "Because you are my youth, no matter how old I am, how many gray hairs I grow, as long as you are here, it is my eternal youth..."

My breathing stopped suddenly, and I lowered my voice and asked Ah Lang, "Why don't you want to save them?"

"Save?" He smiled wryly, and asked, "How?"

"Use your gun and set them free, wouldn't it be nice?"

At least the two of them can be together forever, maybe, I can also ask Pluto to give them a chance to reincarnate.

"There are only seven bullets, which are used to take away the seven wraiths, so don't waste it, this is one of them."

He turned his head and gave me a deep look. Although his expression was indifferent, I knew that his heart was very warm.

After a while, he continued: "Secondly, isn't the purpose of our collection of ghosts also to refine them into ghost pills? What difference does it make to them?"

At that moment, my heart sank suddenly, and I knew that he was not such a cold person, he didn't want to push that couple into the alchemy furnace with his own hands, perhaps, turning around and leaving would be the best ending.

After thinking for a while, I suddenly said to A Lang, "Thank you."

He didn't say anything, but I saw a slight arc on the corner of his mouth.

When leaving that room, the bright sunshine appeared again.

I looked back at the house, the white curtains were fluttering in the wind, I knew that some people's love can transcend life and death, but still can't overcome the arrangement of fate...

"Ah Lang, what should we do next?"

"Replenish energy first."

"But I'm not hungry."

"But I'm hungry."

He turned his head suddenly and looked at me with a hungry expression.

I swallowed my saliva and said to him: "Then... you go to the blood bank, there is a lot of blood there."

He suddenly lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "You are my energy."

At that moment, I felt an electric current pass through my body, and my whole body seemed to go limp, as if all the strength in my body had been drained.

His slender arms stretched out from behind my clothes, and the cold touch made me tremble...

I think, I should redefine the classification of zombies, not only good zombies, bad zombies, but also hungry zombies, perverted zombies...

At night, I lay beside Ah Lang, my mind was empty, who is that witch, and what is she refining ghosts for?

Will it be the same as us, to let someone, or a corpse give birth to a new soul?

A Lang turned over, hugged me, and asked: "My lady, I still can't sleep after so long, do you want to do it again?"

"Don't..." I hurriedly pushed him away, found a safe position to lie down, and said to him, "I was just thinking about that witch."

"There's nothing to worry about. We'll meet her for a while and we'll know what she is."

When Ah Lang said this, I seemed to be able to see the confident expression on his face.

"But do you know where she is?"

I was a little puzzled, after all, the writer said that when he went back to find the witch, she had disappeared.

A Lang's voice was not salty, but it made my heart tighten inexplicably. He said: "Look for the next Wraith, we will naturally meet her..."

(End of this chapter)