a zombie haunts me

Chapter 82

How is it possible, Yun Li in front of me is obviously alone, but her hands are extremely cold.

The icy feeling was the same as A Lang's, like frozen meat just taken out of the refrigerator.

Could it be that the Yunli in front of me is not human?

The hairs all over my body stood straight on my body like barbs for a moment, and the cold sweat slowly flowed down the hairline, and flowed directly into the neck along the sideburns.

The neck is cool, as if being tightly pinched by a pair of cold hands.

I was very scared, very scared, my heartbeat was like a heavy drumbeat, beating on the most sensitive nerves little by little.

A gust of wind blows, like countless caterpillars crawling across my face.

I shivered from the cold, shrank my neck, and asked tremblingly: "You...your hands are so cold!"

"I'm sorry, because I have suffered from a disease since I was a child, and my hands and feet are cold all year round."

Yun Li hastily explained, but I couldn't believe her.

I have a faint feeling in my heart that the people around Ah Lang are either the ones he just invited back and don’t know him well, or they are just like this Yunli, maybe they are not human anymore...

A deep fear passed through my body like an electric current, and quickly spread to my internal organs, limbs and bones.

I didn't talk to Yunli anymore, I just walked forward quietly with my head buried.

I felt as if I was already in danger and might fall into the hands of a ghost at any moment.

Although, I'm still not sure whether this Yunli in front of me is a human or a ghost, but I can accurately perceive in my heart that everything is not as simple as I imagined.

When he returned to the studio, Ah Lang had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee quietly.

I found that since he took Song Lang's place, he can eat like a human, even though he doesn't like it very much.

Seeing me walking back, he looked up at me very indifferently.

I pondered for a moment, but couldn't help but ask, "Where's grandma?"

"Don't worry, I've already sent her home."

A Lang's tone was still very indifferent, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Just when I was thinking about this question over and over again, suddenly, my eyes lit up.

I saw the dressmaker behind A Lang silently arranging things. A Lang's wedding dress had already been arranged and was lying quietly on the table.

And next to the wedding dress, there was actually the wedding dress I just wore, no, it was the wedding dress I just broke!

I remember that when I left the dressing room, I obviously cut the wedding dress with scissors, and I also damaged the phoenix crown on my head and the pair of embroidered shoes. However, at this moment, the wedding dress, phoenix crown, and embroidered shoes are all in good condition Fold without damage and put it on the table!
My whole body seemed to be greatly stimulated, and my eyes were wide open looking at the wedding dress.

I never dreamed that the things that I destroyed would appear in front of me again intact.

If I guessed correctly, this wedding dress must not be an ordinary wedding dress, but... it was tampered with by ghosts!

I don't know if it's what Ah Lang did, but I always feel that all this must have something to do with him.

It was terrible, goose bumps popped up all over my body in an instant, and the cold sweat completely soaked my clothes.

A gust of cold air quickly seeped in from under my feet, and through the thin soles, I felt like I was standing in a frozen lake.

The fear inside me was roaring and roaring, as if it was about to break through the last line of defense in my body.

My brain can't think anymore, the eye-catching Yin Hong is in front of me, and the color of the clothes is like engraved in my brain.

At this moment, a flirtatiously dressed woman rushed out from nowhere.

"President Song, why didn't you even say hello to me when you came to Huisong Studios?"

The woman was wearing a sapphire blue dress, which was very slim and showed amazing curves.

The men on the side were almost dumbfounded, while the women only had expressions of envy and jealousy.

But I am different. In my opinion, no matter what kind of appearance you have, one day you will grow old, die, and become a cold corpse.

I saw the woman's slender fingers lightly resting on A Lang's shoulder, but she didn't dare to make any further moves.

I saw her terribly manicured nails, with bright red nail polish on her fingertips, which made people shudder.

The woman carefully blew on Ah Lang's neck: "You were not so indifferent to me before, what happened this month?"

Her voice made me tremble all over, but I was a little shocked as if I had heard good news.

By the way, this woman must have known Song Lang before, and maybe she had some unknown relationship with Song Lang.

She is different from Wang Qing and Yun Li, so she must know the difference between Ah Lang and Song Lang.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed, maybe I can follow the vine and find out exactly how Ah Lang took over Song Lang's identity after Song Lang's death!
"Wang Qing!"

A Lang didn't even look at the woman, but called Wang Qing's name.

Wang Qing immediately stepped forward, grabbed the woman, and said bluntly: "The president has important things to do today, please come and visit another day."

Seeing that there was no benefit to be gained, the woman immediately turned her gaze to me.

"I thought it was a big deal. It turned out that I was taking pictures with this woman. Mr. Song, are you used to eating top steaks and want to change your appetite and eat some vegetables and radishes?"

The woman walked towards me arrogantly, her eyes were full of disdain: "What's so good about this woman, she looks like the third aunt and sixth aunt next door, didn't you hate this kind of woman the most before?"

I was very angry immediately, you look like the third aunt and sixth aunt next door!
With your good figure and pretty face, do you really think you can do whatever you want?

I thought I could get something out of this woman, but at this moment, I couldn't even get a hint of goodwill from her.

I wanted to fight back immediately, but at this moment, Ah Lang put down the coffee cup in his hand and walked towards me step by step.

I was taken aback for a moment, noticing the weird smile on his face, I was so frightened that I dared not speak out.

Maybe it's because I'm so worthless, but such A Lang actually exudes a dazzling light all over his body, a faint deterrent force that made me swallow everything I wanted to say into my throat.

At this moment, Ah Lang walked up to me slowly and stopped, and his footsteps happened to stop beside the woman.

A gratified smile suddenly appeared on the woman's face, "President Song..."

She just opened her mouth, and before she could finish speaking, A Lang slapped her across the face.

The woman was unprepared, and was beaten back several steps, covering her face in panic.

The crisp applause silenced the studio for a moment...

The costumer who was arranging the clothes stopped, the prop maker who was arranging the props also stopped, and even the old man who was perfecting the painting also stopped.

"President Song, you..."

The woman blinked, and tears flowed out like a spring in an instant. She looked at A Lang in a daze, with an expression on her face as if she had endured a huge injustice.

The smile on Ah Lang's face had long since disappeared, and was replaced by a stern, ruthless look. He said, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is my Song Lang's woman!"

My heart hung in my throat for an instant, I looked at A Lang in front of me, and my whole body seemed to have fallen into a huge whirlpool.

His tone was so sure, his voice was like the sounds of nature.

I didn't know what to say, but the indignant resentment in my heart disappeared in an instant.

But at the same time, I couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness in my heart...

If I had a choice, I would rather marry an ordinary person and live the most ordinary life than live with a zombie and spend the rest of my life.

"I was wrong...Mr. Song, I was wrong..."

The woman seemed to be frightened suddenly, and she knelt on the ground, apologizing like a child who made a mistake.

However, A Lang ignored her at all, but quickly held my hand, turned and left this weird studio.

I can feel countless thorny gazes behind me, everyone must be surprised why A Lang's attitude towards me is completely different from that woman's attitude.

No, what surprised them even more was Song Lang's changes during this period of time!

After Lu Feng and the woman's description just now, I probably know that Song Lang in the past was definitely not a good person. Lu Feng said that he would not refuse anyone, and that woman was so nostalgic for the past.

I can be sure of this, but the current Song Lang is like a thorn in the head, stabbing whoever he sees, he is not the same person as before.

However, everyone would only think that after a car accident, Song Lang's character was completely changed, but no one had ever doubted that the Song Lang in front of him was not Song Lang at all!
But what makes me feel strange is not these, but why are two people who are obviously not the same in appearance, why are they not suspected?

Those people have all seen Song Lang himself. I have seen photos of Song Lang himself. Although his and A Lang's facial features are similar, they are completely different.

Even I, who is not very familiar with Song Lang, can accurately identify the difference between the two, let alone other people?

Although I have figured out some things, there are still many doubts in my heart that have not been solved.

After leaving the indoor studio, A Lang did not drive me away, but led me and continued to walk in the studio.

It's like traveling through time, we went from the Song Yuan to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the Republic of China...

He never said a word to me, and I never said a word to him.

There is a breeze blowing around, but it is not as cold as in the indoor studio, and it is warm on the person.

The two of us seem to be walking on a road with no end in sight, holding hands, it seems that we will go on like this forever...

(End of this chapter)