Chapter 9: Umeyo

My heart sank, and I grabbed Song Lianzhou with trembling hands, but found that there was nothing but air.

His figure was left with only one outline, and eventually disappeared completely under my fingertips.

I put down my arms weakly and looked at Yang Huai.

She looked frightened, not sure whether she witnessed Song Lianzhou's disappearance with her own eyes or because of the desperate expression on my face.

Yang Huai swallowed with difficulty and asked: What exactly happened?

I have no idea.I covered my mouth and didn't want to cry.

Song Lianzhou's disappearance could only be because the spell on him still affects him in some way.

Maybe it's because of midnight, maybe it's because of Qingming, the boundary between the two worlds is thinner than ever.

Yang Huai sat in front of me, hugged me and kept comforting him, and asked: Do we know who cursed him?What is a spell?

I only know a woman named Zheng Yan.Oh, she also has a sister named Zheng Yu.Thinking of his former fiancée, I felt a little bitter, but then I put it aside, and I was jealous of a woman who had been dead for a long time.

Yang Huai held my hand tightly, OK, you have to tell me the cause and effect.No matter how big or small, you can't miss any details.

I wiped my eyes and saw Song Lianzhou for the first time in school tomb sweeping, which took only three or four days.

Somehow, telling Yang Huai little by little about the little things about Song Lianzhou made me feel as if the two of them had known each other for the rest of their lives.

I really hope to help him, however, it is one thing to open the door for those dead souls, but it is another to untouch the mantra.

We don’t know where he is, let alone where he went. Yang Huai just wants to piece together a possible effective summoning spell.

After a busy night, the two of them did not gain much.

At dawn, it rained on the gray sky, and the dark clouds hang down in the depression sky, and the weather perfectly reflects my mood.

I came to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for everyone. Although I had no appetite at all, Yang Huai couldn't ignore food.

Suddenly, the air surging and distorted when Song Lianzhou disappeared the day before, I shook a little, and I quickly grabbed the table and scanned the room. Song Lianzhou indeed appeared in the center of the kitchen.

I ran through the room quickly, Oh my God, I've been worried!Are you okay?

Song Lianzhou hugged me tightly, as if he would never let go. I'm sorry, sorry.

Yang Huai also heard the sound and rushed out of the room, with a huge smile on his face.

You are back.

I asked repeatedly: Where have you been?

I can't be sure, it's very cold and dark.He stroked my hair, his fingers trembling.

Is there anyone else?Yang Huai asked.

Song Lianzhou shook his head, I didn't pay attention, I just felt that the surroundings were empty, empty... an empty place.

Thinking of Song Lianzhou being trapped alone, I felt a pain in my heart.But he is back now, and that's the most important thing.I asked: Why did you come back?

I have no idea.His fingers reached into my hair, leaned my head back, staring into my eyes and whispered: I have to come back to find you, but I'm not sure I can stay.

Fear grabs my heart, what does it mean?

I could feel a force pulling me and trying to suck me back.He kissed my temple and held me tightly in his arms.

I shook my head hard and said: No!

I'm struggling to fight.

Yang Huai said in a flash: Well, if you want you to come back, we need as much information as possible.

I swallowed hard, Yang Huai was right, and this is not the time to be anxious and sad.

How much do you know about the woman who cursed you?

Song Lianzhou shook his head, I didn't know she was a witch at all, and I didn't even believe in cursing.It was not until I watched my body gradually disappear that I realized that she was cursing me.

Where is your grave?Yang Huai continued to ask.

I don't know if there is one.As far as I know, my body was never found.Song Lianzhou grabbed his hair in frustration, annoyed that he could not help.

Yang Huai pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up. She might not have cursed you to death!

Song Lianzhou and I looked at her in surprise. Listening to her tone, could Zheng Yan do something good?This is so funny!

Yang Huai saw what we were thinking. Zheng Yan knew what she was doing, and she should know that casting a curse is very dangerous.The more the influence of the spell, the greater the backlash on the man who casts the spell.It’s like slapping someone hard. Others hurt, and their hands won’t be much better. That’s the reason.

I understand a little, which is the same as when I open the door world, I feel weak and very tired every time I open it.

No wonder Yang Huai has always been very secretive about her abilities. I think she must have suffered a lot.

So for Zheng Yan, I think she doesn’t want to curse Song Lianzhou to death, but she may not be able to withstand the backlash of the spell?

I asked: What you mean is that the Song Lianzhou I saw is not exactly the same as the soul I usually see.Although his soul is separated from his body, it cannot be called a dead soul. At most... well...

I paused for a moment, not knowing what appropriate words should be used. I never thought that there was a difference between them before.Yang Huai interrupted: Even if...soul...ghost, or something like that!

I nodded and thought it made sense, and said excitedly to Song Lianzhou: Yang Huai's speculation is correct. This is why you can't pass the door with those children, and why there is no cold feeling when you pass through your soul.You are not dead!

It's Ah, she curses you in this ghost world, and exists but cannot exist, keeping you in a state of stagnation.

Yang Huai looked at Song Lianzhou up and down, looking like he was studying.

Unexpectedly, by chance, Mei Gui opened the door to you.When you leapt past, the elasticity of the gate world pushed you back to reality, but the influence of the spell still played a role in you, so it pulled you back from the 'life' in reality.

After Yang Huai said that, he shook his head and cursed: This woman is so a bastard.

Hope rises again, and now knows the causes and consequences, maybe there is a way to solve this problem.I looked back at him and shouted: Now, you are here, there must be a way to stop it.

However, Song Lianzhou's eyes were gloomy.He shook his head, thinking we can't do it, you have to be a living person, or you have to die--and neither of me.

You can't give up, I retorted loudly: We will find a way to stop this.

Song Lianzhou looked at me and wiped my tears with his thumb. Only then did I realize that I was crying.He lowered his head, gave me the gentlest kiss, and said: I love you, never forget.

He held my face and wrapped me in his vague but strong hand.His voice became weaker and weaker, and his body began to become transparent again. No matter what happened, I love you.

I trembled and loudly let him stay where he was, letting him hold on.I wanted to hug him, I wanted to catch him, I wanted to tell him that I would never leave him.

However, I couldn't hug him, like I couldn't grab the air.

In just twelve hours, Song Lianzhou disappeared for the second time, leaving me with a broken heart and an empty world, and I didn't even have the chance to tell him that I love him.

I was desperate and panicked, although I only knew each other for a few days, I felt like I was abandoned for the first time.

Yang Huai hugged me, don’t worry about crying, you promised him to find a way.

But what should I do?I'm very worried that something must have happened to him.I almost cried again, but my tears were quickly replaced by anger. Is there no way to find him and ask him to come back?

Yang Huai said: In theory, his soul can only stay in the cemetery, and he should be there in the end.

I was full of doubts and said: Usually the soul will be attached to the person or place I thought of before death.Maybe it is the one you love the most and nostalgic, or the one you hate the most, but neither Song Lianzhou nor that cemetery belongs to Ah!

I mean, Jung Yeon should have put a curse on him somewhere in the cemetery, anchoring his soul with something in the cemetery.If you hadn't been to the cemetery by chance and he met you, he would have been there now, rather than being led around by you.

Is this possible?

At least it is an explanation. I need to go home first and find the spell reconciliation method that the witch might use.

I was extremely grateful. Looking at Yang Huai who turned around and was about to leave, I grabbed her, Hi, if I really went to save Song Lianzhou, how much risk would you be?I do want to save him, but I will never let you get hurt in order to do so.

Yang Huai looked at me, a little surprised.

You know... the spell backfire.

Yang Huai's expression relaxed and he shook his head and said: This is the first time I have encountered such a thing. After all, it is different from casting a mantra.In fact, it is not that difficult to find a spell, but the most critical problem is the cemetery. If you look for it where you once saw it, we must find something to anchor Song Lianzhou's soul, otherwise nothing will be of no help.

My face darkened, she patted my shoulder and comforted: Think about it better, today is Qingming Festival, our lucky day!

I smiled with tears in my eyes. In the past, when Ghost Festival was a lucky day, everyone just used it as a joke, but I didn't expect that today it became a comfort.

Late at night, I came to the cemetery again.

Although there is moonlight and street lights, the fog makes everything blur and dull.

The night also seemed even more gloomy and terrifying, with the cry of owls coming from afar, which was daunting.

No one wants to stay here, or even close to this place.

I quickly walked to the forest, and the fog was a little thinner.

The crescent moon is shining, although it is definitely not as bright as the daytime, but it is enough to see the scenery in front of you.

I walked around and looked for possibilities, both nervous and expectant, and deep fear and uneasiness.

Yang Huai once said that he needed to find something big enough and long enough, and the most likely one was a tree in this forest.

I looked over one by one and finally stopped in front of a seemingly spruce tree.

I can't be sure, just judging from the texture and texture of the trunk, it's closest to the spruce.

Although this tree is not big, it must have been a year. The problem is that this tree seemed to have been hit by lightning before, with half of its branches charred and shriveled, and the bark in other places was cracked and stained.

Not only that, the weather has warmed up now, and the flowers, plants and trees in the forest have sprouted and new strips have been drawn. Only this tree is hanging down with no sign of life, and looks like an ugly and huge firewood frame.

I sent my location to Yang Huai's mobile phone. After a while, she came over with a big bag on her back and asked with concern: How about it?

I pointed to the big tree in front of me, Yang Huai walked around the forest thinking, nodded and said: This spruce tree looks from the trunk, it should be the longest one here.

I had a clear mind that Yang Huai knew almost all the big and small trees on the earth that could be named.

She said it was a spruce, but it must be a spruce, but this did not directly contact our purpose. I said uncertainly: When I first saw Song Lianzhou, he was under this tree, and his soul looked even more blurry.

Yang Huai nodded, it was worth a try.

She opened her bag and took out the candlestick and twelve candles, and fixed the candles around the fir tree to form a perfect circle.

Then ignite one by one, and then carefully cover the candle with a crystal cover.

The candlelight is sometimes big and sometimes small, but under the protection of the lampshade, it will not go out even if it sways and jumps.

Yang Huai looked at the fir tree intently and began to mutter silently.

At first, her voice was very low, and I couldn't hear what she was saying. Gradually, the voice increased louder and clear:

Turn into dust, wind and rain, and gold and wood.Turn into flesh and blood, into soul, into spirit.Let's go, leave, disappear.Let's disperse, release it, release it.Go to heaven and enter the earth, return freely, and live in the heaven and earth.

We hold hands and wait for a miracle to happen.

Yang Huai was very sure that if the spell was unraveled, Song Lianzhou should appear here.

But we waited until the candle in the crystal cover burned out and nothing happened.

The spicyer the night, the deeper the cold penetrates into our bodies.

The wind was getting heavier and heavier, and it hurt like a knife when blowing on his face.

Is it possible? Yang Huai boldly asked: He has crossed the sect world?

possible.I closed my eyes, swallowed the choking in my throat, and felt very painful, but I also felt that this was the most reasonable explanation.

You should know that Song Lianzhou was a person a hundred years ago. Even if he was cursed, he no longer belonged to the present, and I can't see him anymore.

Yang Huai hugged me tightly and advised: You go home first, I'll clean up here.

are you sure?

Yang Huai nodded, go ahead, we have tried our best.

I dragged back to the car stiffly, driving in the darkness.

Since the curse failed to be resolved, I have been fighting against the tears in my eyes.

Until I returned home, the struggle finally failed, and tears flowed down my cheeks and couldn't stop it.