Chapter 126: Unspoken I suddenly came to a void of are only two people in this space. One is me, and the other is that actor. This was the first time that my consciousness did not return to the real world after the empathy ended. Having just witnessed the death of someone in front of me, it's hard not to sympathize with him, but at this point, there's nothing I can say other than "it's not your fault." I didn’t expect the person on the other side to say, “Of course I know it’s not my fault.” "Because it wasn't my fault, I regretted ending my life so hastily." “There’s not a single moment that I don’t regret,” he emphasized. I know that he has indeed been regretting it, so he has been working hard to practice and wants to go to further places in the hope of meeting "that person" one day. I suddenly thought of a question that I had thought about before but had not thoroughly investigated. What kind of past did the waiter have with this actor that would make him stay with him like this and even sacrifice his own innocence to protect him?
The feelings between them have gone beyond friendship and are more like family. They stick together, support each other, trust each other... and help each other through thick and thin. A bold idea suddenly came to my mind. Could it be that the boy did this because he liked it? It's the kind of love that I want to be with for the rest of my life, the kind of love that can't be without you, it's—— Love...? The young man who was busy making a living, at the age of first love, fell in love with the young man who was the focus of everyone's attention on the stage. He liked the majestic look of him riding a horse and waving a whip on the stage, the sorrow in his heart when he sang "Flowers are willing but water is heartless", and he liked him even more as a person. The young man is full of vigor and fame, just like the shining sun. How could anyone not like him? But he couldn't say it. Such a somewhat abnormal love is really hard to talk about, and even speaking it out seems like blasphemy. So the young man could only bury his love deep in his heart, and every day when he could secretly take a look from the backstage at the person who seemed to be covered with a layer of light, he felt like he had tasted a big mouthful of honey and was happy for a long time. But after such joy, there is a longer period of disappointment. Alas...after all, they are all delusions. He will always be the famous actor who is high above everyone else, and people will spend huge sums of money just to invite him to perform on stage, but I will always be a small guy struggling to make ends meet. But fate is fickle. It was as if the heavens were jealous of his talent and hard work, and made him lose everything overnight. I watched him being tied up and whipped, but I... could do nothing. I could only watch it all with great heartache, and only after the crowd dispersed did I dare to secretly carry him back home. That was the first time I was so close to him, and he lay weakly on my back and said thank you to me. The following days seemed like they were stolen. He and I lived together, getting up together, eating together, doing housework together every day, and earning money together to build our little home. The word "home" is enough to make my heart surge with joy just thinking about it. Our connection is getting closer and closer. He would sing for my captain and prepare surprises for me when I get promoted. But I still didn't dare to tell him my feelings.
He was never told until he died... "It wasn't until I savored these memories after my death that I realized that he might have liked me." The hanged ghost looked nostalgic, then he straightened his expression and looked at me calmly: "Do you know what I regret the most?" Did you notice that life was getting better little by little, but you didn’t persist, or did you not realize the boy’s intentions earlier? Before I could even think of opening my mouth, the hanged man in front of me had already given the answer: "What I regret most is that I found out that I like him too!" I thought about the heartbeats I felt in empathy. My heartbeat quickened, my breathing became rapid, and what I thought was my affection for Chu Yucheng turned out to be the affection this hanged man felt for the young man. The hanged ghost said: "Now that you know my feelings, you should also know that I have always wanted to see him, but... I can't leave here." My heart suddenly felt empty, and before I could feel sorry for this matter, I noticed that the expression of the hanged man in front of me changed. His expression changed from sadness to amusement in an instant, and he looked at me as if he was looking at a bird trapped in a cage. "You should know, and I should know, that I really want to see the outside world. What do you think I should do now so that I can see him as soon as possible?" I watched his figure disappear little by little, and finally I was the only one left in this void. These words were like a basin of ice water poured from head to toe, causing my blood to solidify little by little. I suddenly remembered what Taoist Master Chen had repeatedly told me: "Remember, never empathize with evil spirits." I thought of the shocked looks on Xie Yanwang and Sister Liu Yu’s faces: “If you get caught up in the other person’s emotions during empathy and can’t get out of them, then you will be trapped in the illusion created by the ghost, and your body will be taken away by the evil ghost.” Evil spirit! How could I forget that he is an evil spirit! Maybe he was just a wood-bound ghost at the beginning, but when I first saw him in the ghost wall, he was clearly full of resentment and anger. How could he be a good person as he showed me in empathy? The two years in this fantasy world have worn away a lot of my vigilance and defenses. I have been in the victim's perspective for so long that these impressions have begun to blur. If you just want to keep everyone away from the Yin gathering place on the mountain, why bother to confuse people's minds and lead them around in circles? Wouldn't it be better to just make those people think that this road is blocked? Why bother to show up to scare them and set up a series of ghost walls? Unless, he trapped the passers-by for other purposes. I don't know what his purpose was before or what he did, but this time his goal is - Obviously my body! He wants to trap me in this void and use my body to come back to life! Yao Minmin once said that she once wanted to take over my body, but when I woke up, her soul automatically jumped out of this body. I am extremely anxious. How can I wake up? This nothingness gradually changed its appearance. I suddenly appeared on a main road. I was very familiar with this road because it was the only way I could go to school. The red light not far away was turning green. I subconsciously walked across the street on the zebra crossing. I realized that I was holding something in my hand. I looked closely and saw the words "Admission Letter from University A" written on the red and yellow cover. Suddenly, a shrill truck horn pierced my eardrums. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. This was exactly the scene of the car accident on the day I received the admission letter!
