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So I can't let them down

"Are you hurt?" My heart suddenly tightened, and I frantically grabbed Zishan's dead arm and ran it over his body.

I always forgot his identity and thought he would have a wound just like me if he had been injured and bled, without any magical power to help the wound heal quickly.

Just as I touched his shoulder, Zishan's voice suddenly stopped me. He looked at me with a slightly cold gaze and said, "It's alright."

No matter what, why was he so weak? When he left, his body was smooth and full, but now, he was in a trance!

Zhang He didn't know what to say for a long time. In the end, he didn't have the strength to maintain his silence and could only say, "Thank you, I'm sorry."

Thank you, of course, for saving Sister Jing and the others. I'm sorry, but I don't know if I'm apologizing for my rude remarks at the time, or if I'm apologizing for not caring about him due to my roommate.

"Yan Nuo." Suddenly, Zi Sang's voice turned hoarse as he said, "You are This King's wife, so This King will naturally protect the people you care about."

My nose stung, and I couldn't help but blame myself more for my actions and words.

But I know my own temper, and if this happens again, I'm afraid I'll have to do it again.

Because those three people were too important to me in my life.

Perhaps if I met Zishan before meeting them and had him die, I would really treat them as simple roommates. Usually, they would laugh and play around, but at the most crucial times, they would only use their "Bodhisattva heart" to do their own thing.

But that was just maybe, after all, I knew them before they died, and my feelings for them were so different from those of my ordinary roommates that I couldn't stand to watch them get hurt in front of me.

Just like when I first went to college, they didn't watch me jump off the school's artificial lake.

These things sounded like they were asking for sympathy, but who in their family could endure such a huge change and live a life of mediocrity while enduring pain?

He had never experienced the destruction of his family, never experienced a large family being unable to bury their ancestors in a single night, leaving behind only the three of them. His healthy father would never be able to recover from his illness, and his mother would wash her face with tears at night and force herself to smile.

I have never been a person who liked to talk about the tragedy of the natural disaster in my family. Since it's a natural disaster, I can't help but be irrevocable. Saying it out loud would just be touching my upper and lower lip, other people would just laugh at what I said, so it's useless to say it out loud. However, this doesn't mean that I am someone who can forget those pains.

I remember when I was fished out of the artificial lake by An An, my whole body was wet, except for breathing air. I also know that when Yan Nan told my family's situation to Sister Jing, Sister Jing didn't hesitate and immediately went to the hospital to make my father's bone marrow match appearance.

It may have been too much of a coincidence, but I'd rather believe that God didn't want to see me alone, so he let these three people come to my side.

Sister Jing saved my father's life, An An fished me back after crossing the line of life and death, and the entire Yan Nan family has already completely accepted us.

Although we didn't seem to have anything special in our usual interactions, it was only because we both knew that if we put this relationship between us in the light of our reputations, my pride would be hurt.

They've always been thinking for me, and there's only one thing I've done for them all these years: I've got a ghost husband, and I can't tell them, I'm pregnant, I can't tell them.

I looked at Zishan's dying breath, and my eyes became unbearably wet. "I'm sorry, I … I can't let them get hurt …"

But I don't want you to get hurt.

The hand that was holding me tightened a little, and when my lips opened and closed, there was no sound, no more than mine.

A Royal family that had been princes for thousands of years in the underworld would actually reveal such an expression after marrying a human …

I lifted my hand and attached Zishan's face, which was somewhat translucent. "Zishan's Death …"

"You're the Ghost Queen, the one they want to capture is you! We're implicated by you!" Little Juan's words, right before she was burned to death, suddenly rushed into my mind without any warning. The hand I touched Zi Sang's face seemed to have been electrocuted, the moment it touched a little bit of skin, before I could even feel the temperature, it was abruptly pulled back.

His heart seemed to go out of control, and he suddenly accelerated. The scene before his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, as if Little Juan's corpse had suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes.

My eyes, which had been looking at Zishan's body, wavered for a moment. My eyes shifted from left to right, but Zishan didn't understand, as if he wanted to grab my hand and pull me closer. And because I was still thinking about that sentence in my head, I managed to avoid Zishan's hand.

Zi Sang's hands stopped in the air, awkwardly continuing to stretch and retract. After a long while, I heard him sigh softly, "Are you afraid of me?"

He did not call himself This King. He said, "Are you afraid of me?"

No, I'm not afraid of you. I'm just afraid of implicating others.

That's what I thought, but that's not what I said after I chewed it.

"You're injured. Take a rest first." Empty and weak, polite as if he were talking to a patient.

I looked at the date on my cell phone. There were two days left until the end of the month, which meant that I'd been out for a full day, and I'd spent a full day in peace with Sangyong before I rescued my roommate. He was all injured, but I didn't give him any comfort other than thanking him and apologizing so recklessly for what I'd done to him.

I even retracted my hand as if electrocuted after a little intimate gesture.

Zi Sang's chest, which had no heartbeat, seemed to hurt a bit from the pain.

"This King is a little tired. Go out first." Zishan said to me after a long silence.

I nodded, no longer having any sweet words to say, and turned to the door. In my heart, there seemed to be a thread wrapped in blood wrapped around his body. With every step he took, his heart would ache.

When I closed the door, it was like the last millimeter of the line in my heart. The door was closed, and then there was a dull pain in my heart.

It was so painful that I fell on my knees by the door, the blood in my entire body completely drained.

My whole head exploded into two parts. The left half of his body, wherever it could be turned, echoed the growls of the dead little Juan, and the logic of reason screamed at me that you were with this ghost that would implicate the people around you; the right half was the image of Zishan's face, frowning slightly, his eyes slightly dim, his beautiful dark red eyes misted over by the movement, and the right half of his head was filled with emotional circuits — my head was full of Zansan's.

I thought so much about how to live with him, how to live with him, how to live with him, how to teach children, and how to tell my family before I die that I already have a husband, that he's a ghost, but why didn't I think about being with Zishan, it's not really both of us.

He has a brother who wants to fight with him for the throne and won't rest until he dies. I have a group of family and friends that I can't let go of, much less hurt. Zi Sang Huo was a smart person. His actions this time clearly showed that I was the weak point of his death, and my friends and relatives were the weak points of my life. The result of such a vicious circle was obvious.

I would drag down Zishan's death, and Zishan's death was something I liked about him, but I didn't know how to deal with my relatives who were constantly in danger because of my relationship with Zishan's death.

I am a strong person, but in the end, it is only because I am strong to myself. I can face evil spirits and force myself to remain calm, but I cannot sit idly by while my loved ones are harmed by them.

Humans have too many things to consider. One of them is the division of emotions, and I have no idea how to divide them.

If possible, if this is not the case, what I hope most is that Zi Sang Hua can capture me as a hostage, or if there is any danger, then let me come alone. The others are innocent.

My heart still felt empty, and I struggled to get up from the ground. I tried a few times, but failed.

After the emotional circuit had collapsed, a greater fear crashed into my cerebral cortex, and a thin layer of fibrous membrane was almost destroyed by this sudden impact.

Luckily, everyone was fine.

I continued to struggle, my upper body leaning against the door like a half-paralyzed cripple, but I seemed to be very "disabled." I let myself get up after five unfocused minutes, but I was dizzy and wobbly.

Maybe I really should calm down now. I should find a place with no one around

"Yan Nuo!" "Follow me!"

Forget it, there was no time to calm down.

Before I could step out of the ward's entrance area, Shen Ta appeared in front of me with his haggard face, throwing me a dozen photos without any explanation.

"This is a photo of the old man's farmhouse. It was taken by the local police. Do you know the dead man?"

My heart skipped a beat. I guessed that he was referring to Little Juan.

Embarrassed, I said, "I know her. A few days ago, she went to the inn with her boyfriend and that skinwalker. The next day, his boyfriend went missing, and I saw his blood and flesh in the mountains.