Liu Yang looked at the fortune teller and sat on the ground as if he had lost half his life.
A gesture was made to him.
It's done.
At this time, Liu Yang can ask him all the causes and consequences.
Very proudly told Liu Yang.
It was a way for him to fool the Grim Reaper.
Truth and falsehood are confusing.
The old fortune teller touched his beard, which did not exist.
"The girl you brought over just now is technically dead, but it's a little different because he was killed by a ghost."
The fortune teller's eyes flashed with a hint of incomprehension.
"Whoever is killed by a demon will have his soul harvested by the demon as his medal."
"What do you mean" Liu Yang didn't understand.
"It is precisely because her soul is a little mutilated, her soul is uneven, and the ghost is almost closed, that we have taken advantage of a little loophole."
"What about the Grim Reaper," Liu Yang felt as if he had missed something.
"The scythe of death is a turning point from the living to the dead."
Speaking of this, the fortune teller's eyes looked a little solemn.
"Only those who have passed through the scythe of death can be counted dead."
"I want you to put her in the coffin, hang the white silk, put the candles, and cry again, just to confuse the audience."
"Trick the Grim Reaper."
"What about later," Liu Yang hurriedly asked.
"It didn't work, and it cut off her body like a knife."
"What's going on with that?"
Liu Yang felt that the fortune teller old man was talking in a hurry.
Like squeezing toothpaste, squeeze half and leave half.
"But it deviated from the trajectory, so it didn't fail."
The old fortune teller looked at the coffin.
"Do you know why I want you to put it lightly, because there is no blood in her body anymore, and the whole thing is a piece of glass, which will shatter when you touch it." didn't care about Liu Yang's stunned expression.
The old fortune teller seemed to be talking to himself.
It's also like explaining to Liu Yang.
"The scythe of death severed her connection to being a living person, and at the same time sucked her blood, his soul was incomplete, and the underworld did not accept it."
"That's why I want you to use seven wooden nails, which are considered to give her life, and use your blood to nourish her life."
"The last blood letter is my summons, and this is the end."
The fortune teller said it simply, but only those who have experienced it know what peace is.
"So, it's all over."
The fortune teller nodded, "I won the qualification to live for her, as for whether she has the ability to survive, I don't know." ” "When will she wake up?"
"I don't know," the old fortune teller shook his head.
"Maybe tomorrow, maybe today, maybe a month, maybe a whole year, even if it's a lifetime."
"The rest is not something for the two of us to control."
Liu Yang nodded.
"Liu Yang, what about you" The fortune teller asked for no reason.
Liu Yang didn't care, "I'm fine." ” But the fortune teller's eyes were even more solemn than before.
"No, you're not good, on the contrary, your situation is more critical than anyone else" Liu Yang looked at the fortune teller, and he also felt a sense of panic in his heart.
"What's wrong?"
he asked.
The old fortune teller looked at him, but Liu Yang felt that he was not looking at himself at all.
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It's looking at another person, and that person is in his body.
"Yours Used to Come Yet" Mine, ever Liu Yang sat in the old fortune teller's room, and the old fortune teller walked around the house tightly.
"What do you mean by what you just said" Liu Yang couldn't help but asked the fortune teller again.
The old fortune teller glanced at him.
After thinking about it, he said in a deep voice, "Is there something going on in your class again?"
” Liu Yang nodded and told him everything that had happened.
"Yes, that's why."
"When you get a blank assignment, you're no longer you from that moment on."
Liu Yang's eyes were exposed outside, telling him that he didn't believe it.
The old fortune teller sighed.
"You have depression, don't you?"
After speaking, the fortune teller looked at Liu Yang.
When Liu Yang heard this, his eyes widened and his face was incredulous.
He, how would he know.
He should have never been exposed in front of him, why would he know.
It's like your own scar being exposed on the outside and being watched by everyone.
Liu Yang looked at the fortune teller with danger in his eyes.
"Regardless of how I know, do you know why you have depression" The old fortune teller looked at him.
"That's because you've left it behind."
The fortune teller's eyes traveled through time, through space, back in time.
"That's a disease, a disease engraved in the bones, you can't erase it, you can't erase it."
"It's more life" "As long as your body senses danger, it will automatically come out and take over your body."
"He is your other personality, the person who was driven crazy at the beginning, a completely independent personality."
"He is you, you are him, and the two of you are the same person."
Liu Yang stared at the fortune teller.
"Although that is your personality, it is also another person, he has his own consciousness, he has his own memory, and he knows your memory clearly, but you don't know him."
"If you can share a body, then he can also have a body."
Liu Yang listened to the old fortune teller and did not speak.
There was a strange way to behave when he heard that there was another person living in his body.
He didn't even feel panicked, but felt a sense of intimacy.
It's as if I'm not alone.
Perhaps he needed to admit that he was sick when he had this thought.
"So, when you need to borrow someone to kill someone, the personality of your body will come out, take over you, and complete it for you."
The night was still dark, and it was still stormy outside, and the outside of the house was rotten. became his grave.
"Is there a way?"
"No solution."
Maybe they were busy for half the day, or maybe the wind was too cold in the second half of the night.
Even in the house, Liu Yang didn't feel warm, colder than staying in the coffin.
Liu Yang felt as if his throat was stuck, and he couldn't make a sound.
It was only when the old fortune teller was neither walking around the house nor talking that he spat out the words that he had been holding back for a long time.
"Is this any harm to me?"
The old fortune teller stopped what he was doing and raised one eye slightly, as if he understood his intentions.
"Yes, but there are benefits."
"Over time, this personality of yours will devour your original personality and replace you."
"The good thing is that you can let him do the task for you."
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Liu Yang nodded.
"It seems that the benefits still outweigh the disadvantages."
But only the fortune teller understood the pain in his heart, watching himself slowly be swallowed up and dyed by another person.
It's harder than anyone else.
And you don't know when you should not have ceased to exist.
Maybe just now, He has been devoured, Now before him, is another, He.
A sleepless night, lonely, lonely, and sparsely separated.
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