Strange Tales of the Ghosts

Chan Yu felt very sad. She could live without food, but Shi Donglai couldn't as a human being. Although Shi Donglai worked very hard for her, how could she bear to see Shi Donglai lose weight day by day? Besides, She already knew in her heart that if Shi Donglai died, the five words that Wang Chuan had implanted into her when he was treating her suddenly appeared in her mind: Loss is eternal gain. Now, she could only let Shi Donglai live well if she lost Shi Donglai.

Wangchuan agreed to Chan Yu's request, and Luo Yi and Li Wenyu didn't say anything. Before helping Shi Donglai erase Chan Yu's memory, Wangchuan gave Shi Donglai and Chan Yu half an hour. For half an hour, Shi Donglai and Chan Yu recalled with laughter in their eyes the entire process from acquaintance to acquaintance, as well as the painting, in which people and monsters who had no chance of intersecting met because of unexpected things. The ending is sad. After saying what needed to be said, Shi Donglai reluctantly asked: "Chen Yu, can you leave that painting to me? Even if I can't remember it, I hope I can see you in the future."

"No." Chanyu shook his head with a smile and turned around. "If you want to forget, forget it completely. If you think about it, it will only make you sad."

"What about you?" Shi Donglai grabbed Zen Yu.

Chanyu bit her lip tightly, tears streaming from her eyes, and tried her best to smile and replied: "I...will work hard to practice. I hope that in the future...if there is a chance, Chanyu can be a human being...then...come to you."

"...But I can't bear it..." Shi Donglai took Chan Yu's hand.

Chanyu sucked back her tears and said with a smile: "Don't be reluctant, we will meet again in the future. I will never forget that you are my very good friend and you taught me that song."

"But it will take a long time...I don't know if I can wait."

"As long as you believe, you can wait." Chan Yu held Shi Donglai's hand tightly.

Wangchuan reminded coldly: "The time is up."

"Yes." Chan Yu turned back to look at Wangchuan and nodded.

Wangchuan walked back and forth towards Shi Donglai. Shi Donglai wanted to struggle and resist, but everything pale in front of Wangchuan. Without any effort, Wangchuan controlled Shi Donglai and made Shi Donglai fall into a coma. After Wangchuan put Shi Donglai on the bed, he began to wash away Shi Donglai's memory. Seeing Chan Yu crying sadly, Luo Yi asked with some sympathy: "Are you really willing to let it go?"

"..." Chanyu shook his head, tears falling like rain. "I can't bear it, I can't bear his death."

"Then you kept saying you wanted to kill him?"

"I... don't know." Chan Yu saw the painful expression on Shi Donglai's face when his memory was wiped, and ran out of the house crying.

Li Wenyu hurriedly said to Luo Yi, "I'll go out and take a look."

"Yes." Luo Yi nodded. She actually knew that fairies also have feelings. Sometimes fairies are more affectionate than people. But how could it be possible for humans and monsters to be able to accompany each other well? That is a very special thing. The difficult thing, she understood better, was that the most pitiable person in this story was not Shi Donglai, but Chan Yu. If one person forgets, the other still remembers him, so he will surely suffer from missing her every day, so why bother? It would be better to give the monster a happy life, but Luo Yi had no rules about killing monsters for no reason, so she had to sigh.

About half an hour later, Wangchuan cleared Shi Donglai's memory and stood up to look at Luo Yi. "He'll forget about it later."

"Forget it." Luo Yi felt uncomfortable and lit a cigarette.

Wangchuan walked up to Luo Yi and asked softly: "Have you really forgotten?"

"You keep asking Snow Fox to forget. Don't you also feel that you have forgotten?"

Wangchuan nodded, looked at Shi Donglai, and said sadly: "Maybe, but the life of a person without memory is so pitiful. From now on, he will search for his lost memory in his dreams, and live a miserable life. He never knew what he had had and what he was looking for in his dream.”

"It's possible. It's possible, as you said, that Shi Donglai will search for the truth in his dreams throughout his life, but he will never know the truth in his life. But the most pitiful person is Chan Yu. I can see that Chan Yu's nature is not bad. And he is very naive, otherwise he would not have fallen into this muddy water and given up his inner elixir in order to save Shi Donglai."

"She doesn't choose to forget, so she has her reasons."

"Well, as you said, remembering it is a kind of comfort to her." Luo Yi smiled lightly.

Wangchuan looked at Luo Yi and advised, "Smoking less is not good for your health."

"I find you are really unpleasant." Luo Yi laughed and replied, "I hate it when people say that to me."

"Then I won't say anything from now on."

"By the way, when will Shi Donglai wake up?"

"One day later."

"One day? Let's go down the mountain tomorrow. It looks like it's getting dark again." Luo Yi looked out the window.

At this time, Li Wenyu ran in and said loudly: "Idol, come out and listen to the story."

"Listen to the story?"

"Um."

"what story?"

"Zen Yu, she has a story to tell you."

Luo Yi looked at Li Wenyu blankly: "Why do you want to tell me?"

"Didn't I chase her out just now? I was talking to Chanyu outside. She was very sad. You know, she just talked and talked. I talked a lot. I also talked a lot. I told her that you write novels. , and then she said she wanted to tell you a story."

"Is that so?" Luo Yi took the cigarette, thought for a while, and replied: "Let's go and listen to stories." Luo Yi, like Wangchuan, likes to listen to stories, and likes to listen to stories that really happened. These stories are Luo Yi’s creative source is that she believes that only people

Stories that are eulogized with life are the most touching.

When they went outside, Chan Yu was waiting. Luo Yi asked first, "Why do you want to tell me the story?"

"You will record it, right?" Chan Yu looked at Luo Yi innocently.

Luo Yi nodded and replied: "Maybe."

"I hope Donglai can read this story one day." Chanyu had a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the tears on his face.

Luo Yi guessed correctly in her heart. It was indeed because of Shi Dong's arrival. She promised Chan Yu that she would definitely write down this story so that Shi Dong could read it later...

It turns out that Chanyu is not the first wild fungus that can sing in the world. The first wild fungus that can sing is called Bingqin. A long time ago, Bingqin lived in an unknown forest where there would be no human beings. Each fungus will naturally live and die, and then live again. Due to natural disasters, Bingqin is the longest-lived of all wild fungus. It has lived for more than two hundred years, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and is fortunate to be the first The fungus spirit can transform into human form and become a beautiful girl. But this is a bit lonely for Bingqin. The lonely thing is that no one of her friends will stay with her for too long, so she met the poisonous mushroom fairy Shan Ling who practiced together in the mountains. The mountain spirit is the same as Bingqin. They are also rare mushrooms that can turn into spirits. Although they are from different families, they are like sisters. The two of them played, played and talked in the mountains together. Bingqin thought that such days would last another hundred or thousand years. Unexpectedly, an accidental discovery by Shan Ling changed everything.

There is a rare medicinal herb growing on the edge of a cliff in the mountain. Some herb collectors in the world risked their lives to pick the herb, but one of them died. It was a wonderful sight. One day, after she discovered that another herb collector was coming, she took Bingqin's hand and said, "Bingqin, come and see."

"What are you looking at?" Bingqin smiled and ran with Shan Ling. The two of them reached the top of the cliff. When they looked down, they saw an herb gatherer carrying a basket of herbs on his back. The herb gatherer climbed up very hard, stepping on gravel from time to time. The gravel fell to the bottom of the mountain, making a shuddering sound.

Bingqin frowned when he saw it: "Why is he doing this? Is he even willing to risk his life for a herb?"

"Who knows? He is already the seventeenth this year." Shan Ling replied with a pout.

At this moment, the herb picker's hand actually hooked the herb. The herb picker couldn't help shouting loudly: "I picked it!" As soon as he finished shouting, his feet were empty, and the herb picker fell from the cliff. Go down. Seeing this scene, Bingqin was so frightened that she pulled Shan Ling away and asked softly: "Shan Ling, is that person dead?"

"... He should be dead... It would be difficult not to die if you fall from such a height." Shan Ling replied while looking at the cliff.

Bingqin shook her head. She felt it was too bloody and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so she took the mountain spirit back. But for some reason, as night fell, Bingqin's mind recalled the herb gatherer more and more. She wanted to know who that person was. Dead or alive. So, while the mountain spirit was sleeping, Bingqin ran to the bottom of the cliff. At the bottom of the cliff, she actually found the fallen herb collector. The herb collector was covered in blood, and Bingqin didn't know if he was dead or alive, but she just felt a little pity. Yu Huang sat next to the herb collector and sang a song mourning death. The song was plaintive and echoed at the bottom of the cliff. , just when Bingqin was singing and singing, the herb gatherer's hand actually moved and he woke up. Slowly opening his eyes, the herb collector saw a beautiful young woman sitting next to him, so he used all his strength to ask: "Girl...are you..."

"Ah..." Bingqin was startled by the herb collector. She didn't expect that the herb collector would come back to life. She was a fairy, so naturally she couldn't be seen by others, so she used magic to disappear behind the herb collector. In front of him, he returned to Shanling.

The sleeping mountain spirit felt the movement around him and shouted: "Bingqin, don't disturb my sleep."

"Oh..." Bingqin carefully lay down next to Shan Ling, feeling like playing a drum in her heart, and could hear the sound of "dong dong dong dong".

After dawn, no matter what the mountain spirit said, Bingqin refused to watch the fun anymore. She was afraid that the herb collector would recognize her, but she couldn't tell the mountain spirit about this because she hid it from the mountain spirit last night. At the bottom of the cliff where Ling went, Bingqin didn't want Shan Ling to misunderstand that he was having fun without her. God knows, that really wasn't fun. Thinking about it now, Bingqin felt very uneasy. Although no one told him, Bingqin knew that demons could not meet people, otherwise they would cause great trouble. If humans knew of their existence, they would definitely bring others with them, and Bingqin would be able to save her own life. , and could not protect other ordinary people of the same kind. Thinking of this, Bingqin felt flustered.