Chapter Thirteen: The Killing Ring
When Wen Jiaqian and Fang Xuan helped Li Quan home, Li Quan was so weak that he could hardly walk. Yuzhi hurriedly pushed the wheelchair and brought a glass of red wine, and Li Quan took the glass and drank it in one gulp.
Fang Xuan stood next to Li Quan and looked suspiciously at the wine glass in Li Quan's hand because she smelled a faint smell of blood. Wen Jiaqian brought a basin of water and put it on the table behind Li Quan. Yuzhi picked up the basin.
She wiped the towel dry and gently wiped the stains on Li Quan's face. She didn't say anything, and wiped very focused, as if she was wiping the most precious treasure in her life. The sweat and stains on Li Quan's face were wiped by her.
Wipe it off bit by bit, revealing pale skin.
Li Quan's face was bruised in many places by Huang Xiaobing. Yuzhi put down the towel and touched the bruised areas, shaking his fingers constantly.
Wen Jiaqian carried the bag and ran home to get disinfectant alcohol and anti-inflammatory powder. Yuzhi dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and gently wiped the wound. Li Quan sat quietly on the chair and looked at Yuzhi uneasily. "I'm fine." He stretched out his hand
Touching Yuzhi's hair and whispered.
Yuzhi didn't say anything, and finally he couldn't hold back the tears that fell from his eyes.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I cried again."
Yuzhi shook his head, with endless sadness in his beautiful face. Wen Jiaqian patted Yuzhi's back, and Yuzhi cried while applying medicine to Li Quan.
"Uncle Li, tell us what difficulties you have, and I will do my best to help you." Fang Xuan was sure that Li Quan was hiding this painful secret in his heart.
."Yes, if Lao Li has any difficulties, please speak up and we can help you find a solution." Wen Jiaqian also agreed.
Li Quan looked at Fang Xuan, and Fang Xuan looked directly at him, her eyes full of sincerity. After looking at each other for a while, Li Quan ducked and lowered his head.
Yuzhi put down the medicinal powder in her hand and wiped away the tears on her face, held Li Quan's hand and said with a smile, "Old Li, I won't cry anymore. I said that I will laugh every day when I am with you. Just watch me laugh again."
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Li Quan looked up at her smiling face with sadness on his face.
Fang Xuan quietly left. She was afraid of such a scene. She rubbed her sore nose and walked out of the Li family's small courtyard.
Returning to the flower shop, she looked up and saw Yechen standing in front of the Yin Yang Pavilion, looking over here. She was in no mood to pay attention to him, and Fang Xuan lowered her head.
"Why are your eyes red after winning a fight?" Hearing a sound at the door, Fang Xuan raised her head and saw Ye Chen standing at the door looking at her.
How come he knows everything? He was caught in two fights after he was sixteen. Fang Xuan frowned and looked at him. "Did you see it again?"
“I didn’t see it, but I heard others talking about it.”
"What did you say?" Fang Xuan asked nervously.
"You usually look delicate and delicate, but when you fight you look like a bitch. No one will dare to ask for you in the future."
"You are a shrew." Fang Xuan angrily threw the computer on the cash register at Ye Chen.
"I'm just passing on the rumors." Ye Chen distanced himself from the rumors and ducked into the store to avoid Fang Xuan's sudden attack.
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Fang Xuan vowed in her heart that she would never fight in the street again. If she was beaten twice, her reputation would be completely ruined.
"Give me three white chrysanthemums." Ye Chen took out the money and put it on the cashier.
"Why did you buy white chrysanthemums if you don't worship your ancestors today? Someone died in your family?" Fang Xuan asked deliberately with a bad attitude.
"Give it to my employer's wild ghost." Yechen ignored her provocation.
"Ghosts eat white chrysanthemums?" Fang Xuan asked in surprise.
"It's not about eating white chrysanthemums, it's about eating the scent of flowers. Ghosts like the scent of white chrysanthemums very much. In most cases, when a house is suddenly haunted, it's just because there are wild ghosts who want to eat the scent of flowers. Just buy two bouquets of white chrysanthemums and put them at home and you'll be fine."
"How to eat the fragrance of flowers?"
"Ghosts eat the scent of flowers when they suck it into their mouths. They can only eat the scent of flowers specially given to them by others."
"Do people also eat the fragrance of white chrysanthemums?" Fang Xuan felt a little cold when she thought of Yuzhi's behavior of smelling the fragrance of flowers that night.
"Except for the dead and ghosts, no one likes white chrysanthemums, right?"
"No one likes white chrysanthemums except the dead and ghosts." What about Yuzhi? She just likes white chrysanthemums, so is she a human or a ghost? Yuzhi's bloodless face came to Fang Xuan's mind. That face was so beautiful.
, the beauty is like the classical beauty carefully painted by the painter, but the face is also so pale, pale and strange, like the face of a dead person. Yes, isn’t the red-haired girl a dead person? Yuzhi’s skin color is exactly the same as hers,
.Fang Xuan jumped up in surprise at the thought that came to her mind.
"Yechen, is Yuzhi dead or alive?" Fang Xuan asked in horror.
When she came back to her senses, the store was empty. There were forty-five yuan on the cashier counter, and a few white chrysanthemums were missing from the vase next to it. Fang Xuan looked outside and saw Ye Chen holding three chrysanthemums in his hand, shaking them.
Crossing the road with shoulders crossed.
After Fang Xuan sat down at the checkout counter in a daze, the faces of Yuzhi and the red-haired girl appeared alternately in front of her eyes. The more she thought about it, the more strange she felt between Yuzhi and Li Quan. Li Quan was afraid of the sun and the cold, while Yuzhi liked white chrysanthemums and always sat there at night.
In the moonlight, almost every moonlit night, Fang Xuan would see Yuzhi sitting on the balcony opposite. Fang Xuan vaguely came to a conclusion in her heart, but she couldn't believe it.
Fang Xuan sat in the shop half-heartedly. In the evening, Wen Jiaqian brought food. Fang Xuan took a few bites, said hello to Wen Jiaqian and walked out.
Fang Xuan took the key model made of chewing gum and went to the locksmith of the clock shop to get two keys. After walking out of the clock shop, Fang Yuan saw Wang Xiaojun walking and drinking on the road with a bottle of wine. He staggered and almost bumped into her.
In a taxi on the roadside.
The driver stretched out his head and cursed Wang Xiaojun. "Wang Xiaojun". Fang Xuan walked over and grabbed him.
"Sister Fang,...Sister Fang..." Wang Xiaojun looked at Fang Xuan with half-open eyes. When he opened his mouth, Fang Xuan turned her head away due to the smell of alcohol in his mouth.
"You're drunk, I'll take you home." Fang Xuan took the wine bottle from Wang Xiaojun's hand and helped him walk back to the sidewalk.
"No... I won't go back... I'm afraid... the image of my girlfriend when she died always appears in front of me... I'm afraid." Wang Xiaojun leaned on Fang Xuan and waved his hands.
"I drink because I'm afraid of you. You're a man, why are you so timid?" Fang Xuan said a little angrily. This guy has been timid since he was a child.
Wang Xiaojun sat unsteadily on the ground, pulled Fang Xuan's clothes and said mysteriously, "Sister Fang...my girlfriend was...killed by a ghost..."
"Who did you listen to?" Fang Xuan was startled by Wang Xiaojun's words.
"That day during the day, she picked up a gold ring on the roadside. She died so strangely at night. Several girls died in the city... They also picked up gold rings before they died... I have heard my grandma say since I was a child that the roadside
Things...cannot be picked up...Some ghosts like to...throw their...things on the roadside...Whoever picks it up...they will go to that person at night...to claim their lives...I felt something was wrong at the time...and told her not to take it.
,...she insisted on picking it up and putting it on her hands...and the result..."
"Where's the ring?" Fang Xuan interrupted Wang Xiaojun hastily.
The night she met Li Quan for the first time, Fang Xuan also picked up a gold ring. But she returned the ring to Li Quan.
"The ring is missing... She died and the ring disappeared inexplicably. The ghost must have taken the ring back."
"Is that ring in the shape of a heart?" Fang Xuan asked anxiously, grabbing Wang Xiaojun's collar.
"Well, it seems so." Wang Xiaojun replied, shaking his head.
Fang Xuan hailed a taxi, helped Wang Xiaojun get into the car, and told the driver where Wang Xiaojun's house was.
"I won't go back, I won't go back." When Wang Xiaojun heard that Fang Xuan was sending him home, he became anxious and struggled to get out of the car.
After a few words of persuasion, Fang Xuan kicked Wang Xiaojun in the butt. Wang Xiaojun immediately became obedient and looked at Fang Xuan in fear, not daring to move.
Returning to the flower shop from Wang Xiaojun's house, Wen Jiaqian was already preparing to close her shop and get off work. Because of the murder, there were very few people shopping and the flower shop had no business.
"Where have you been? How long have you been there?" Wen Jiaqian asked after closing the door.
"Wang Xiaojun is drunk, I will take him home." Fang Xuan replied absently.
"Mom, you go back first. I'll go see what Ye Chen is doing. I'll go back with him later." Fang Xuan saw that the signboard of the Yin Yang Pavilion opposite was still on.
"Come back early." Wen Jiaqian glanced at the Yin Yang Pavilion, smiled at Fang Xuan, and went back alone.
Fang Xuan walked towards the Yin Yang Pavilion. She was very panicked and wanted to find someone to talk to. Ye Chen was proficient in supernatural beings and was undoubtedly the best candidate.
Lifting the black cloth and walking into the Yin Yang Pavilion, Ye Chen was leaning against the wall playing with a small bottle. Because she was too confused, Fang Xuan didn't know what to say, so she could only look at Ye Chen blankly. The two looked at each other.
Chapter completed!