Strange Tales of the Ghosts - Chapter 486

[Chapter 486 The Wild Fungus That Can Sing (IX)]

Chan Yu felt a lot of pain in her heart. She could live without eating other things, but Shi Donglai couldn’t as a human being. Although Shi Donglai worked hard for her, how could she bear to see Shi Donglai lose weight day by day? Besides, She already knew in her heart to continue. When Shi Donglai died, in her mind, the five words that Wang Chuan had instilled in her when he healed her instantly appeared: loss is eternal gain. Now, only by losing Shi Donglai can she let this person live well.

Wang Chuan agreed to Chan Yu’s request, but Luo Yan and Li Wenyu didn’t say a word. Before helping Shi Donglai to erase the memory of Chan Yu, Wang Chuan gave Shi Donglai and Chan Yu half an hour. In half an hour, Shi Donglai and Chan Yu recalled the whole process from acquaintance to acquaintance with laughter in their tears, as well as the painting. The person and the demon met because of unexpected things. The end is sad. After saying what he should say, Shi Donglai asked reluctantly: “Chan Yu, can you leave that picture to me, even if I can’t remember it, I hope to see you in the future.”

“No.” Chan Yu smiled Shaking his head, he turned away. “If you want to forget, forget it completely. If you remember it, it will only make you sad.”

“What about you?” Shi Donglai held Chan Yu.

Chan Yu bit her lip tightly, tears flowed from her eyes, she squeezed out a smile and replied: “I…will practice hard, I hope…in the future…in the future, there will be opportunities for Chanyu to be a man…when the time comes…I will come to you. ”

…But I can’t bear to…” Shi Donglai took Chan Yu’s hand.

Chan Yu sucked back her tears and said with a smile: “Don’t be reluctant, we will meet in the future, I will never forget you, you are my very good friend, you taught me that song.”

“But in the future . It will take a long time… I don’t know if I can wait.”

“As long as you believe, you can wait.” Chan Yu tightly held Shi Donglai’s hand.

Wang Chuan reminded coldly: “It’s time.”

“Yeah.” Chan Yu looked back at Wang Chuan and nodded.

Wang Chuan walked to Shi Dong, and Shi Donglai wanted to struggle and resist, but in front of Wang Chuan, everything was pale and effortless. Wang Chuan controlled Shi Donglai and made Shi Donglai fall into a coma. After Wang Chuan put Shi Donglai on the bed, he began to wash away his memory for Shi Donglai. Seeing Chan Yu crying sadly, Luo Yan asked sympathetically, “Are you really willing?”

“…” Chan Rain shook his head, tears falling like rain. “I can’t bear it, I can’t bear to let him die.”

“Then you kept saying that you wanted to kill him?”

“I… don’t know.” Chan Yu cried with a painful expression on his face when he saw Shi Donglai’s memory being erased. ran out of the house.

Li Wenyu hurriedly said to Luo Yan, “I’ll go out and have a look.”

“Yeah.” Luo Yan nodded, she actually knew, she knew that fairies also have feelings, and sometimes fairies are more affectionate than people, but it’s just between human beings, how could it be? It is possible to be able to accompany well, that is an extremely difficult thing, she understands even more that the most pitiful person in this story is not Shi Donglai, but Chan Yu, one person forgets, another person still remembers , will suffer the pain of thinking every day, why bother? It would be better to give the goblin a good time, but Luo Yan had no rules to kill demons without reason, so he could only sigh.

About half an hour later, Wang Chuan cleared Shi Donglai’s memory, got up and looked at Luo Yan. “He will forget it in the future.”

“Forget it.” Luo Yan felt uncomfortable and lit a cigarette.

Wang Chuan walked in front of Luo Yan and asked softly, “Have you really forgotten?”

“You keep asking Xuehu to forget, don’t you feel the same way?”

Wang Chuan nodded and looked at Shi Donglai, Touching the scene, he said sadly: “Maybe, but the life of a person without memory is so pitiful. From now on, he will look for his lost memory in his dreams, and he will never know what he once had. , what are you looking for in a dream?”

“It’s possible, it’s possible, as you said, Shi Donglai will search for the truth in his dreams all his life, but he will never know the truth in his life, but the most pitiful one is Chan Yu, I can see that Chan Yu’s nature is not bad, And she’s very naive, otherwise she wouldn’t have gotten into the muddy water. In order to save Shi Donglai, she would not hesitate to give up the inner alchemy.”

“She doesn’t choose to forget, she has her reasons.”

“Well, as you said, Remember, it is also a kind of comfort for her.” Luo Yan smiled lightly.

Wang Chuan looked at Luo Yan and persuaded: “Smoke a little less cigarettes, it is not good for the body.”

“I found that you are really unpleasant.” Luo Yan laughed and replied: “I hate others with me the most. Say that.”

“Then I won’t tell you later.”

“By the way, when will Shi Donglai wake up?”

“One day later.”

“One day? Then let’s go down the mountain tomorrow, it looks like it’s getting dark again. .” Luo Yan looked out the window.

At this moment, Li Wenyu ran in and said loudly, “Idol, come out and listen to the story.”

“Listen to the story?”

“Well.”

“What story?”

“Chan Yu, she has a story to tell you. Luo Yan looked at Li Wenyu blankly: ”

Why did you tell me?”

“Didn’t I just chase out and talk to Chan Yu outside, she was very sad, you know, just talk, talk, talk A lot, I also said a lot, I told her that you are writing novels, and then she said she wanted to tell you a story.”

“Is that so?” Luo Yan answered after thinking about it with a cigarette. : “Let’s go, listen to the story.” Like Wang Chuan, Luo Yan likes to listen to stories, and likes to listen to the stories that really happened. These stories are the source of Luo Yan’s creation. She believes that only the stories that people sing with their lives are the most important ones. Most moving.

Out of the house, Chan Yu was waiting, Luo Yan first asked, “Why tell me the story?”

“You will record it, right?” Chan Yutian really looked at Luo Yan.

Luo Yan nodded and replied, “Maybe.”

“I hope one day, Donglai can read this story.” Chan Yu had a smile on his face, but couldn’t hide the tears on his face.

Luo Yan guessed right in her heart. It was because of Shi Donglai. She assured Chan Yu that she would write this story so that Shi Donglai could see it later…

It turns out that Chan Yu is not the first meeting in the world. Singing wild fungus, the first wild fungus that can sing is called Bingqin. Long, long ago, Bingqin lived in a forest that no one knew about. There would be no human picking, and each fungus would naturally live and die. Then he went back to life. Because of the natural disaster, Bingqin was the longest-lived of all the wild fungus. It lived for more than 200 years, absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and was fortunate to become the first fungus essence, capable of transforming into a human form and making a beautiful girl. But this is a bit lonely for Bingqin. The loneliness is that each friend will not stay by her side for too long, so she meets Shanling, a poisonous mushroom fairy who cultivates together in the mountains. Shanling is just like Bingqin. They are also rare mushrooms that can become fine. Although they are different families, they are like sisters. The two of them play, play, and talk in the mountains together. Bingqin thinks that such a day will pass for another hundred years, a thousand years. Who knew that Shan Ling’s accidental discovery changed all of this.

Just on the edge of a cliff on the mountain, there is a rare medicinal herb. Some herb collectors in the world take risks to pick that medicinal herb without sacrificing it. As a result, one comes and one dies. Shanling regards this as a mountain One day, after she found out that another herbalist was coming, she took Bingqin’s hand and said, “Bingqin, come and see.”

“What are you looking at?” Bingqin smiled and ran with Shanling. The two went all the way to the top of the cliff, and when they looked down, they saw a medicine collector with a medicine basket on his back. The herbalist climbed up very hard, stepping on the gravel from time to time, and the gravel fell to the bottom of the mountain, making a rustling sound.

When Bingqin saw it, she frowned: “Why does he need to do this? For the sake of a herb, he didn’t even want to die?”

“Who knows? He is already the seventeenth this year.” Shan Ling replied with a pouting mouth.

At this moment, the herb collector’s hand actually hooked on the herb, and the herb collector couldn’t help shouting loudly: “I picked it up!” As soon as he finished shouting, his feet were empty, and the herb collector fell off the cliff. down. Seeing this scene, Bingqin was so frightened that she pulled Shan Ling and asked softly, “Shan Ling, is that person dead?”

“…Should be dead… It’s very hard not to die if you fall so high. “Shan Ling looked at the cliff and replied.

Bingqin shook her head, feeling that it was too bloody, she couldn’t bear to watch any more, so she took Shanling back, but for some reason, the more it got into the night, the more Bingqin thought back to the herb collector, and she wanted to know who that person was. Dead or alive. So, Bingqin ran to the bottom of the cliff while Shanling was asleep, and 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 whether he was dead or alive, but she felt a little pity. Yu Huang sat beside the herb collector and sang a song of mourning death, which echoed at the bottom of the cliff. , Just when Bingqin was singing, the herb collector moved his hand and 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… who are you…”

“Ah…” Bing Qin was taken aback by the herb collector. She didn’t expect the herb collector to come back to life. She was a fairy, so she couldn’t be seen by anyone. around the spirit.

The sleeping Shan Ling felt the movement around him and shouted, “Bingqin, don’t disturb me in my sleep.”

“Oh…” Bingqin lay down beside Shan Ling carefully, as if she was playing a drum, she could hear the sound. Boom boom sound.

After dawn, no matter what Shan Ling said, Bingqin refused to watch the fun anymore. She was afraid that the herb collector would recognize her, but she couldn’t tell Shan Ling about this, because last night she was hiding it from Shan Ling. At the bottom of the cliff where Ling went, Bingqin didn’t want Shanling to misunderstand that she had fun without her. God knows, that was really not fun. Now that I think about it, Bingqin feels very uneasy. Although no one told her, Bingqin knew that demons couldn’t get to know people, otherwise they would get into a big disaster. If humans knew of their existence, they would definitely bring others with them, even if Bingqin could save her own life. , and can’t keep other ordinary people of the same kind. Thinking of this, Bingqin feels flustered.

[End of This Chapter]