Requiem Chapter 65 The sixth one, Tang Yan! (2)
This can't be real! This is just a dream, right? Yin Hui's heart was full of mixed feelings.
Tang Yan noticed that Yin Hui's expression was as pale as an eggplant hit by frost. She was also very surprised, so she touched his forehead and asked, "Why do you look so bad? Do you have a fever?"
Sure enough, when I got closer, I saw that black energy had appeared on Tang Yan's forehead. Although it was not as thick as Qian Fang's that day, it was definitely there. And the natal lights on her shoulders and top of her head had already begun to slowly weaken.
Seeing all this, Yin Hun's strength was instantly drained away. He slumped against the wall, expressionless and silent .
"Tang Yan, help me get it..." Shen Feifei came out of the bathroom. She didn't see Yin Hun still at the bedroom door. She saw Yin Hun as soon as she walked out of the bathroom. She was so scared that she screamed and stepped back: "Yin Hun, you big pervert, who asked you to be here?"
Yin Hui was in no mood to pay attention to Shen Feifei! Instead, he grabbed Tang Yan, dragged her out of the room, threw her on the sofa and asked, "Tang Yan, do you feel that something is wrong with your body?"
After hearing his nonsensical words, Tang Yan was a little confused: "Are you kidding? What's wrong? I don't feel anything wrong."
After staring at her for a long time, Yin Hun nodded thoughtfully, then took out his cell phone and called Old Zhao.
"Master, please come here for a moment."
Zhao Deshui on the other end of the phone didn't seem to be in good health. After coughing four or five times in a row, he finally stabilized his tone: "What's wrong, kid? Is there something wrong?"
"have!"
"Oh! What's the matter?" Old Zhao seemed to be a little more alert. He knew his apprentice's temper. He would not come to see him for no reason. If he did, it must be a big deal.
Yin Hui smiled noncommittally and said, "I know who will die next."
"What?!" Old Zhao almost shouted these two words, and because he was too excited at the moment he started coughing continuously.
Not only him, but Tang Yan also jumped up, staring at Yin Hui and asked, "Yin Hui, tell me, who is the next one?"
She was not stupid, and had seen the clues from Yin Hui's previous series of abnormal behaviors. And his words now made Tang Yan feel even more uneasy.
Yin Hui didn't answer, but frowned and waved his hand, motioning her to sit down first. Tang Yan had no choice but to sit down. She knew his temper. If she didn't want to answer a question, he wouldn't tell her even if she had to pull out a tooth.
The voice on the other end of the line was very quiet, not even the slightest tremor of a needle falling, as if the call had been hung up, but there was no beeping tone. Yin Hun understood that this was Zhao Deshui thinking. After about five minutes, there was a heavy was quickly hung up.
After turning off his phone, Yin Hui threw it on the glass coffee table without even looking at it.
"All this happened too suddenly." Yin Hun fell down dejectedly and lay on the sofa, rolling his hair back to reveal his white and shiny forehead.
Looking up, the ceiling was covered with a layer of gloomy atmosphere. What was frightening was that this cold color remained in the entire apartment. Although Tang Yan and the others could not see it, she could clearly find that everyone seemed to have this energy fluctuation around them.
A psychologist once came to such a conclusion: The most terrible thing in the world is not the destruction of mankind, but the fact that you are the only one left on the earth. You will not only face physical loneliness, but also mental torture.
But for Yin Hui, the most terrifying thing is that he can see things that others cannot see. They are on the treetops, on the top of the building, waving at you, or riding on the same bus with you, you sit on the left and he sits on the right. They are men and women, old and young, ancient and modern.
Thoughts shuttled through his mind like rewinding, and when the memory was fixed on the last focus, Yin Hui found that the feeling when he saw the first ghost in the funeral home that year came back again. So real, so textured, and so... long-lost.
Now he was like a poor child, cowering in fear in the corner, with endless darkness ahead.
Yin Hui could clearly feel his fingers trembling, followed by his wrists, arms, shoulders... Everything around him was detaching and deforming, transforming into the fear in the deepest part of his heart. Even the things that seemed warm at ordinary times had now turned into evil demons and evil ghosts, grinning and acting recklessly.
And that gray aura was like the god of death standing next to him, staring down at him, as if he was also looking down at it.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be insignificant.
"Yin Hun, what happened? Tell me, let's go report it to the police. Really, there can't be any more deaths in the funeral home." Tang Yan's eyes were full of fear, but she still tried her best to hide the panic with her calmness and asked, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine with me here." Yin Hun recovered and said gently.
Tang Yan did not ask any more questions. She knew that Yin Hun would not answer her. However, hearing Yin Hun's excuse still touched a certain part of her heart and she was very moved.
"Hey! What are you two doing, honeymoon or dating?" Shen Feifei walked out of the room and saw that both of them had sentimental looks on their faces, so she asked curiously.
"Nothing, just chatting casually." Yin Hui restrained his exaggerated expression and smiled calmly. He naturally would not speak without restraint.
"Well, it seems that I have disturbed you. Fine, I'll hide. You guys can chat as much as you want!" Shen Feifei dragged out the last word 'chat' for a long time, and then gave Tang Yan an unexpectedly deep look, and was about to slip into the room, determined to complete the sweet space for the two of them.
At this time, there was a crisp knock on the door. Shen Feifei, who was about to enter the room, stopped and spread her hands, feeling quite helpless: "Alas! I didn't want to be a light bulb, but now there is another light bulb. How about this! You two chat, and I'll chat with this person, and I won't disturb you."
After saying that, she ignored Yin Hui's fierce expression and ran to the door in a pair of pink slippers.
After unlocking the door, Shen Feifei discovered that the visitor was an old man with sweat on his forehead. Upon closer inspection, she found that it was Zhao Deshui.
"Oh! It's Master Zhao." She pouted in disappointment.
Without having time to change his shoe covers, Old Zhao rushed in: "Boy, here I come!"
Seeing the rows of footprints behind Zhao Deshui, Shen Feifei, who had just finished mopping the floor in the morning, pouted so hard that two oil bottles could be hung on her lips.
Yin Hun sat up from the sofa, respectfully gave up his seat to Old Zhao, and served him tea and water. It went without saying that this was the rule of Maoshan and it was also the rule that Yin Hun had recognized from the beginning.
"Boy, stop busying yourself with these trivial matters and tell me who is next."
Yin Hun's hand was suspended in the air as he was pouring tea. He was stunned. The Longjing tea he had just brewed spilled onto the table. He forgot to take it back. It was not until Tang Yan called him that he came to his senses and started to clean up the mess. However, Yin Hun's mind was not on this. He dropped the cup and broke it. Tang Yan put her hands on her waist. She could not bear to watch it any longer. She pushed Yin Hun aside and cleaned up the mess herself.
Yin Hun let go of her hand hesitantly, then sat down on the sofa without saying a word.
"Tell me quickly, who will be the next one?" Old Zhao was a little anxious.
Yin Hui's face looked very ugly, and it looked very ugly from beginning to end. He rubbed his long hair vigorously with both hands, hesitating for a long time before answering with gritted teeth: "It's Tang Yan, the next one is... Tang Yan."
