Chapter 8: After all, I'm the one who initiated it.

Wenren Lian's smile was gentle but not overly enthusiastic, and even after asking this kind of question, it didn't cause ill feelings to rise.

If Kuang Zheng was a mountain and Ge Zhu a breeze, then Wen Renlian was a cunning fox. He didn't start with his specialty of divination and fortune-telling, and he didn't observe from the shadows like Zhuo Zhongqiu, but he put his curiosity out in the open and asked a question that was both good to answer, but not so good to answer.

Jiang Luo has certainly never slept with Chi You.

There is really only one answer to this question, and Wen Renlian himself knows it. Because in the story told by Lu Youyi and Ye Xun, Jiang Luo only realized he was in love with Chi You after Chi You died.

How could Jiang Luo have slept with Chi You when Chi You was alive?

But ......

Jiang Luo rested his chin and turned his head to look out the window.

The morning sunlight through the glass window slanted on his body, the years are quiet, peaceful and calm. Outside the window suddenly flew a small sparrow, sparrow gently landed on the edge of the window next to Jiang Luo, dark little bean eyes quietly looking at Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo casually touched the little sparrow and looked at the golden Ruiqi in the mid-air. Under this kind of feng shui treasure, Chi You, this kind of ghosts could not show up in any way.

So he boldly said, "No."

Wen Renlian curved his eyes, unsurprised, and was about to say something when Jiang Luo said, "But last night, I experienced a ghostly pressure on my bed."

The sparrow at the window stares at Jiang Luo with every movement.

Jiang Luo flora face, gradually floated two layers of color like peach blossom blush. From light to thick, like ripples moving, sparrow's inorganic eyes reflected his face, even Jiang Luo's gently drooping eyelash fluttering, all at once not fall into the bottom of the eye.

Jiang Luo's reddened face, however, brought a sense of foreboding to those around him.

As expected, Jiang Luo coughed low and uncomfortably, "I had a wet dream."

Wen Renlian's eyes widened slightly in dismay.

Since Chi You was the subject in "Evil Ghost", Jiang Luo naturally substituted himself as the attacker. Even though his face is more colorful than Chi You's, it doesn't affect his confidence.

Jiang Luo seemed a bit shy, raising his hands to cover his face, his black hair covering his palms and his face from both sides, he said slowly, "In the dream, he was very active."

Jiang Luo stifled his laughter and, in a sweet voice, continued to talk about Chi You's physical characteristics that had been noted in the book, "I realized that there were originally three tiny connected moles on his waist and abdomen."

Since their last encounter, Jiang Luo and Chi You have completely torn themselves apart.

Chi You is not interested in killing him, but even more so when he is interested. He is simply a madman, and since the madman wants to kill himself no matter what, in order to save his life, Jiang Luo has to do whatever he can.

He's gloating and adding fuel to the fire at the moment, getting as much revenge as he can for the last time he was choked.

"I don't know if he'll get hurt," Jiang Luo put down her hand and said worriedly, her drooping eyes on the verge of tears of sorrow, "He's always been this ...... way of doing everything with the sole intention of making me happy, never thinking of himself."

Sidekick: "Hiss-"

Neatly, he sucked in a cool breath.

They were closer to Chi You than Jiang Luo, and a few of the boys, who had also seen Chi You in the hot springs pool at the back of the school, naturally knew that Chi You's body was characterized by a bizarre three-pointed mole.

Moles represent different meanings in different locations. In their eyes, moles are of extraordinary significance, but they can't understand the meanings of those three moles in Chi You.

However, Jiang Luo's ability to speak of such a cryptic characteristic as Chi You already proves the truthfulness of his words.

The faces of the group became odd.

Why do they sound like Jiang Luo is the one occupying the top?

Jiang Luo choreographing Chi You choreographing very happy, he secretly raised the corner of his mouth, Yu Guang glanced, but met the eyes of the little sparrow standing on the window bier.

He was stunned, gently reached out towards the small sparrow to touch, the small sparrow quietly by his touch, Jiang Luo was about to withdraw his hand, but the sparrow suddenly pecked his finger belly a bite, spread his wings and flew away.

Needle-like pain flashed, Jiang Luo raised his hand to see, finger abdomen only left a point like a red mark, and a little gushed out like the size of a grain of rice drops of blood.

He drew out a piece of paper to wipe off the blood, looked steadily at the wound for half a minute, and said, "What a mean little bird here."

"Ghost presses the bed, spring dream ......," Wen Renlian slowly sat up, "really out of my expectation."

After sighing for a while, Wen Renlian smiled and said, "Jiang Luo, are you staying at school tonight?"

Jiang Luo nodded.

Students in their major actually had to live at the school, but the original owner resented the fact that school life was too simple, and because everyone in her class was going to be even better than she was, she didn't take the school's rules to heart by virtue of her family's wealth, leaving early and coming late.

In fact, the rules of the school are not big, but even Zhuo Zhongqiu, the eldest daughter of the Zhuo family, honestly stays in the school, and usually never leaves the school unless commissioned by a mission. They don't do it because of the rules, but because they don't want to leave this feng shui treasure land.

The convergence of life and spirit, vaguely forming the effect of the dragon vein, who is willing to leave when there is a bargain to take advantage of?

It is also the original owner of this big fool thought he was bullish very much, but also secretly look down on the Zhuo family daughter Zhuo Zhongqiu.

Since Jiang Luo hadn't lived at the school for a long time, his dormitory had long since become a utility room. Wen Renlian explained, "I'll put you in Chi You's room for now, do you mind?"

This is only another test.

If Jiang Luo had told a lie, or if Jiang Luo had killed Chi You, it would be natural for him to be afraid of living in a dead man's room, and to prefer not to live in the school. But Jiang Luo is grateful: "I have long wanted to visit his dormitory."

The school dormitory is in the back of the school building, this class of eight people enough to occupy a large piece of space, along the way, Jiang Luo saw the training ground, Zen room, music classroom, as well as swimming pools, hot springs pools, a variety of sports fields.

Jiang Luo: ......

Is this the "humble" student life that the original owner remembers?

Chi You's room is bigger than the students' - after all, Chi You is a teacher - and Jiang Luo pushes the door open and thinks it's a bit too big.

He estimated that it was about 180 square feet, so it would definitely look empty if only one person lived in it. Jiang Luo went through all the rooms, with Lu Youyi and Ye Xun accompanying him, fearing that he might get emotional.

Ye Xun said, "If you don't want to stay here, you can stay with us."

Jiang Luo asks, "How big is your room?"

Lu Youyi thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "Fifty square feet?"

Jiang Luo instantly said, "No, I'll stay here."

"It's fine to live here," Ye Xun said faintly, "but you'd better not get your hopes up that Chi You will show up to see you, this is a school, all evil spirits can't come in or out, you won't be able to see Chi You even if you live here."

Jiang Luo showed a look of being guessed, his face abruptly turned pale.

Ye Xun had a look that said it all, "We'll have someone clear out your previous dormitory in the next two days, so you'll only be able to stay here for one night. Jiang Luo, people and ghosts are different, it's time for you to come to your senses."

Jiang Luo sat on the sofa, buried his head and shoulders trembling.

The others looked at this scene with complicated expressions, Ge Zhu shook his head, sighed, and led the way out, leaving this bitter pair of lovebirds some space to be quiet.

Wenren Lian walked at the end and was about to close the door when he heard Jiang Luo whisper, "Wenren, can I have a pack of cigarettes?"

Wenren Lian froze, then smiled as he turned back to the couch, elegantly pulling out a pack of lady's cigarettes from his small packet and placing it on the table, and pulling out a delicate lighter engraved with rose thorns and placing it to the side, "Smell the smoke on me?"

Jiang Luo gave a "hmm".

Wenren Lian laughed again, pulling the shawl and turning around, "Fellow student Jiang Luo, smoke less oh."

The sound of heels faded away and the door was closed.

When he was sure everyone was gone, Jiang Luo lazily lifted his head and leaned back on the couch. He kicked off his shoes, stood up and went to the bedroom, opening Chi You's closet.

Chi You had only been dead for a few days and the room was still clean. Chi You's clothes were all formal, surprisingly few casual styles. He found a new, slightly larger shirt, put a song on his phone, and hummed a tune as he went into the bathroom.

The sound of water rang out, and half an hour later, Jiang Luo came out of the bathroom with water dripping from his head.

He walked barefoot to the refrigerator, retrieved a cold beer from it, shuffled another glass, and walked over to the table and uncapped it with his teeth.

Jiang Luo was in a good mood, drops of water from the ends of his hair sucked into the gray towel resting on his neck. The shirt he was wearing was wide and covered the base of his thighs.

A glass of cold beer after a shower is the best thing ever, Jiang Luo sighed tersely, holding his glass and pulling a cigarette out of his pack, lighting it sideways and slowly walking out onto the balcony.

The midday sun is bright, the breeze blowing on his freshly showered body comfortable, Jiang Luo propped on the handrail, comfortably exhaled a mouthful of smoke.

The hem of the coat was blown up by the wind and quickly fell down. A sparrow flew lightly to the tip of a tree not far away, looking down at Jiang Luo on the balcony.

Jiang Luo's damp black hair was brushed by the sun and quickly dried up. His black hair was disheveled by the wind, and his two long legs were long and straight, showing off with a big grin. He sucked on one and quietly admired the scenery in the school.

The sparrow saw this scene clearly, its pupils were lightless and empty, and at first glance, it was as if it was a dead bird.

Jiang Luo can't help but be in a better mood when he looks at the beauty of the scenery. After an afternoon of looking at the scenery, he was almost relaxed, so he went back to his room to catch up on his sleep.

The air in the academy was so fresh that Jiang Luo didn't take long to fall into a deep sleep.

The night is deepening.

The sparrow in the tree spread its wings and landed on the balcony, it walked into the bedroom, wings fluttering, and took a leap onto the bed.

Sparrow spat out a drop of blood from his mouth at Jiang Luo's brow.

Dark blood glows with an unsettling light, and Jiang Luo's brow furrows as he is pulled into a deeper sleep.

......

Jiang Luo was sweating profusely.

Breathing became heavy and difficult, his body felt like it was being roasted by fire, and the tip of his nose gradually smelled a burning odor.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Mentally, he gradually became awake, but physically, it was as if he was being pressed down by a mountain, unable to move halfway.

Fuck.

Ghost in the bed.

Jiang Luo struggled to open his eyes, ear suddenly someone laughed a few times, this laughter, the heavy feeling of pressure on the body instantly disappeared, he violently opened his eyes.

The fire that filled his eyes was instantly reflected in his eyes.

The room was on fire and the bed he was in was the worst hit.

Jiang Luo was startled and subconsciously wanted to get up, but in the next moment he was violently yanked back onto the bed. He looked at his body and saw two chains at his hands that firmly locked his wrists.

Jiang Luo looked up on the other side with an ugly expression on his face.

Next to the desk, sat a tall figure. That person elegantly holding a book, the corner of his mouth with a mild hypocritical smile, just like a gentleman in general. He was wearing a slim and luxurious black suit, his leather shoes polished, like the most decent and elegant upper class person, or a highly sought after existence among the upper class people.

He felt Jiang Luo's line of sight and smiled as he placed the book on his lap, his slender hands gently resting on the cover of the book as he turned towards Jiang Luo and said, "Good evening."

This is Chi You.

Jiang Luo looked at him uncertainly.

The corner was dark, and the whole room seemed to be surrounded by majestic flames only in the center of the room where he was staying. Jiang Luo could never believe that Chi You, whose soul had been shattered, could now appear in front of him in this form, nor could he believe that Chi You could enter the school with honor.

He did his best to avoid the heat and calm his brain quickly. He soon realized that something was wrong, the desk in tomorrow was clearly on the right side, but now it was on the left side, he tried to tilt his head to look at the window, the weather outside was eerie and spooky, like a netherworld of horrors, and the lock handle on the window turned out to be a left-handed opening handle.

Everything was the opposite of reality, Jiang Luo's demeanor gradually calmed down, he looked towards the figure at the desk and said with a smile, "Is this in a mirror or a dream?"

Without waiting for Chi You to say anything, he muttered to himself, "I think it's in a dream, you don't have what it takes to pull me into a mirror at school right now."

"Right, Chi You?"

Chi You laughed, placing the book in her lap on the table - the words on the book were also reversed.

The sound of leather shoes combined with the sound of the fire, forming a twisted and crazy music. Chi You slowly walked over to the bed, the light of the fire, which had almost reached the surface of the bed, shone on his handsome and peerless face, cutting it into bright and dark blocks of distorted color. Chi You let out a soft laugh and poked a hand out of the darkness.

His hands clearly did not touch Jiang Luo, but it was as if Jiang Luo had been strangled by some invisible hand. He was forced to raise his head, like a swan on the verge of death with its neck clutched, his hair slipping down behind his back.

"As a secret, lover, who loves you to death and wants to take you away," the figure standing at the end of the bed intoned with increasing pleasure, as fresh and full of amusement as if he had found a fun toy, yet it only sent chills down one's spine, "of course I'm going to fulfill your heart's desire. "

He walked softly, rhythmically and slowly beside the bed, his leather shoes sounding like a soothing countdown.

The invisible hand on his neck disappeared, and Jiang Luo hit the bed with a heavy thud. He breathed raggedly as a hand reached from the top of his head and picked up a strand of his black hair.

Jiang Luo looked up, Chi You's face looked like a demon in the firelight, he smiled and said, "Ghosts pressing on the bed?"

As soon as Chi You's words fell, Jiang Luo felt a heavy pressure, and the fire burst into the sky, already burning down to where he was lying.

Jiang Luo's nostrils were filled with the suffocating smell of smoke and charcoal, and he heard the sound of his own hair being burned and felt the intense pain that traveled from his limbs to his entire body.

He couldn't move a muscle, the only thing he could move was his eyes. The pain of the fire was so intense that it was like being in hell. Jiang Luo gritted his teeth and stared at Chi You at the head of the bed.

Chi You looked at him with a smile, but the indifference underneath the smile was as cold as an ice cave, the shadows covered him, and the lower jaw in the light of the fire and the corners of the mouth that were mercilessly hooked up sent shivers down one's spine.

Jiang Luo was burned alive.

After the sharp pain, he opened his eyes once again.

Still eerie rooms, still dreams that are the opposite of reality.

Jiang Luo rolled out of bed expressionlessly, he walked quickly to the refrigerator and took a bottle of beer out of it and slammed it heavily on the corner of the table, and then looked for someone throughout the house with the half-sharp beer bottle.

One room at a time, until he reached the bathroom, where he was pressed directly into the tub by a man who suddenly appeared behind him.

The bathtub, which had just been empty, was now overflowing with water, cold and bone-chilling, and Jiang Luo was buried in the water with a heavy hand.

"Are you looking for me?" Chi You's elegant voice rang out over the water as he smiled, repeating what Jiang Luo had once said in the morning, "That's no good, after all, in the dream, I was the one who took the initiative."