The Ferryman of the 67th Book of Life and Death

  I'm really fed up with being suddenly worshipped like this, I rubbed my temples which were aching slightly and said weakly: "Can you get up? Why are you also doing this? From the time we met until now, when have I ever deceived you? We're friends, aren't we? Don't you trust me at all?"

  An Xiu somewhat nervously lifted his head, unsure of how to express himself, but instead of getting up, he looked at Ming Yan for help.

  The latter leaned against his chin and watched the excitement. After seeing An Xiu's expression for help, he couldn't help but laugh and walk towards him, helping him up.

  "You can't take such a big gift and small joy, don't you understand your colleague after so long? Sharp tongue but soft heart, just insincere words."

  This explanation seems to be more useful than my cold joke, I'm confused, how did this person start like this after death? Yuan Xue seemed to have been like this from the beginning, and An Xu also had this virtue.

  "You speak as if you know me well, An Xiu. If you want to see Chen Xin, give my man some face. Even if he dies, it's just losing his life, don't lose his dignity too." Feeling a bit weak, she hugged the pillow and lay down on the bed.

  An Xiu seemed to understand our meaning, originally dull and listless, he became spirited after listening to my words, gratefully smiling at me. But that smile was not as good as not smiling, I regretted encouraging him, because looking at that smile, I estimated that he would have nightmares again tonight.

  "You'd better not laugh, I'm starting to regret encouraging you." I covered my eyes, but the mocking tone was still audible, and An Xiu's laughter still reached my ears, completely unaffected by my venomous strike.

  Try to ignore his face, sizing him up, and looking up at Ming Yan with a hesitant question: "Ming Yan, did you notice anything? From his current state, I think this guy doesn't seem to have drowned to death. Although he looks like he's been soaked now, but the color of his lips is clearly different from those who died from swimming against the water."

  After becoming a funeral director, I have to face corpses with different death methods every day. Although not as professional as forensic doctors, our master Wang has taught us that the external injuries on the corpse are generally the cause of death, such as those who cut their wrists or were hit by cars and became unrecognizable. Corpses without external injuries usually had internal problems, and of course, those who died on the operating table are not worth mentioning. There is also a kind where the facial color is abnormal, which is usually due to drinking pesticides or poisoning.

  Knowing these common senses is not to compete with forensic doctors for a living, but to make up for the best, use the best way to make up for that terrible fear, and let the families of the deceased get the most comfort.

  I never thought that one day, those basic common sense would still be helpful to me! From An Xun's current ghostly appearance, although it is impossible to determine the cause of his death, preliminary judgment suggests that he was poisoned by someone.

  Ming Yan looked at me with a dazed expression, seemingly lost in thought again, and didn't respond. I got a bit annoyed, tossed a pillow over, this move really worked, and he immediately snapped back to reality.

  Not only did she catch the pillow, but also asked me back: "Huh? What did you just ask me?"

  I lay on the bed with my cheek in my hand staring at him, what's wrong with this guy? He's been acting strange since he came back, and now he's even spacing out?

  "Did you see how he died? This guy's death method is too special, I couldn't tell." He was discussing the matter with him, but his mind was elsewhere. Can't help but ask: "What's wrong with you? You've been acting strange since you came back, and now you're spacing out again. Are you okay?"

  "I..."

  "He's like that because you called his name, he's not used to being called by others." The usually elusive Chang Yu appeared today as well, it's really true that good things don't come together, when they do, it's not a good thing! Today, I don't know if Ming Yan is back, even he dares to show up.

  It's just that I didn't quite understand what he said. What did he mean by saying that I called Ming Yan's name and he was distracted? Is there something wrong with calling his name?

  "What does it mean?" He stared at him uncomprehendingly, getting up from his crouched position.

  An Xiu and Ming Yan also turned around to look at Chang Yu, I saw Ming Yan frowning tightly after hearing Chang Yu's voice, as if he had been hit in the heart, a "川" shape formed between his eyebrows.

  An Xun shrank into the corner as soon as he saw Chang Yu, pointing at him and stuttering to me: "Xiao Yue, he... python... python..."

  I knew An Xiu could see through Chang Yu's true form, so he was scared and hid in the corner. This is no different from his awkward appearance when I first met him. Frowning and rubbing his temples, he explained: "He's a snake immortal, our family's guardian deity, harmless to humans. You're already a ghost, why are you still so jumpy? Don't worry, he's a vegetarian and has no interest in us!"

  "Is that Chang Xian?" An Xu heard and looked around cautiously at Chang Yu, but still didn't dare to go over, shrinking in the corner not daring to move.

  Chang Yu looked at An Xiu with a puzzled expression, scratching his hair in frustration. "Is my true form really that terrifying to you? Why didn't Yuan Xue react like you when she saw me?"

  Yuan Xue! I glared at him with a dark face, he didn't mention it and I had almost forgotten about this matter. It was all his doing, otherwise that girl wouldn't have brought her mother to humiliate me. Last time Meng Yan's beating of him was really too light, there's a need to find an excuse to thrash him again.

  "Hey, don't look at me like that! I don't understand romance, who knew a casual remark would cause such a big mess. Anyway, you wanted to know why Yan was distracted, right? It's because you called his name. You sounded so intimate when you said it for the first time, and before this, you never really called him by name, just directly talked about things." This guy saw my expression wasn't good, so he immediately changed the subject.

  He said that, and I recalled it carefully. It seems that since I knew Ming Yan's name, I haven't called him by his name so intimately. Yan, although it's just a simple word, but calling out to him really feels much more intimate. Moreover, it sounds very smooth and pleasant.

  Thinking like this, her face suddenly felt a bit hot and her body became somewhat light.

  "What do you think? Did you just space out because it's awkward to be called like that? If you don't like it, I'll just call your name directly. Don't always look so wronged in front of me." He tilted his head and stared at Ming Yan, and suddenly a double shadow appeared in front of him. It was strange, so he shook his head, "Strange, why are you two swaying back and forth? Is there an earthquake?"

  Head heavy and feet light, body leaning backwards.

  "Xiao Yue!" I love it when Ming Yan calls my name like that, especially when I'm tense. It feels so good to hear that it makes the corners of my mouth curl up into a silly smile, and I mutter to myself: "This voice is so nice, I wish I could hear it forever."

  I felt a bit dizzy and sensed that someone was helping me up, the cool hand touching my forehead felt really comfortable, then I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my forehead, "Don't be so stingy, this feels great."

  "Xiao Yue, you have a fever, let go of me and I'll go get some medicine."

  "Fever? Not taking medicine, it's so bitter." I rubbed against the person's chest, found a comfortable position and drowsily closed my eyes, then lost consciousness.

  When I woke up, the sky was already bright. The towel on my forehead had made that scorching discomfort from yesterday disappear, and I felt much fresher overall.

  My uncle pushed open the door and came in, saw that I was awake and handed me a bowl of ginger soup, looking very apologetic and not daring to look straight at me.

  I took one look at his timid appearance and felt that something was amiss. Whenever he's guilty, he looks around with a furtive gaze. He didn't even drink the ginger soup after I handed it to him, but instead asked: "Speak up, how much did you lose yesterday? Why else would you have such a guilty look on your face?"

  "It's a draw, I didn't lose any money." With a look of grievance and a pouty face, he counted on his fingers like a little kid. This nearly fifty-year-old man made such an adorable expression, which looked somewhat comical.

  I couldn't help but laugh, "Then why are you afraid to look me straight in the eye? In the past, wasn't it always after losing money that you hung your head in shame?"

  "I didn't know you had a fever, so drink this. Your uncle will guarantee that he won't introduce any more men to you randomly. Today I'll help you take a day off, Old Wang will understand." Uncle felt guilty towards me, and never thought that I would have a fever.

  I don't know what to say, because even I didn't think that just getting rained on would make me catch a cold. After drinking the ginger soup made by my uncle, I listened to him and stayed home to rest for the day instead of going to work.

  After Uncle left, Ming Yan who was standing by came to my side, keeping some distance and reached out to touch my forehead, as if he had let out a sigh of relief, a hint of smile appeared on his worried face.

  It's that feeling of being close yet distant again. What's wrong with him? When he was about to pull his hand back, I grabbed it and sat up straight, asking: "What's wrong with you? Why did you become a different person after coming back? And why are you always keeping a distance from me so carefully? What happened in the underworld? Tell me!"

  Ming Yan's other hand clenched into a fist, he turned his face away and begged me not to ask anymore, "Can't you just drop it? Please, Xiao Yue!"

  "I'm begging you! I can't take this feeling of you clearly caring but keeping your distance. If you regret it, if you're annoyed with me, just say so directly. But if not, and there's something hidden from me that I don't know about, then I'll be even angrier." A dizzying sensation washed over me, my vision went black and I almost fell onto the bed.

  Ming Yan hugged me tightly, "Xiao Yue, I'm sorry, I really wronged you."

  Harm me? What does it mean?

  His voice was a little choked, and after holding me tightly, he didn't want to let go. "Was it for my sake that you used your own body as a vessel to help me recover my yuan spirit?"

  I thought he wouldn't bring it up again, and somewhat uncomfortably looked away, not wanting to mention it, but instead asked: "How did you think of asking this?"

  "It's not because I wanted to ask, but this matter has already affected your body. You've been having headaches and feeling weak lately, I suspect it's related." Ming Yan grabbed my hands with a hint of fear, his eyes filled with terror as he said: "And also, I saw your name in the Book of Life and Death of Lu Pan. The name of a Ferryman shouldn't appear in the Book of Life and Death, I don't know why it's like this!!!"