Karma, fear, and sweet romance.

Chi Xiaochi stood up shakily, rummaged under a pile of disheveled clothes and pulled out a can of Laoshan beer, pulled the ring on the can and poured it down.

The strange voice said coolly, "Not afraid of poison?"

Chi Xiaochi said bitterly, "One poison for a thousand sorrows."

Opposite: "......" retard.

Luckily, even though 061 had lost his voice, the world line information was still being channeled into Chi Xiaochi's brain.

As the woman just said, the original owner's name was Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang is a smiling little diva.

He was a nurse by profession, but once had a side job as a feng shui reader for new homes with his grandmother.

Grandmother is a crane hair chicken skin, temperament cold elegant old man, in the industry is quite prestigious, in the eyes of outsiders is mysterious to the extreme. She has a hut in her hometown, a temple side of the incense, sitting in the hut to listen to see, break the judgment of Qiankun, but all the blessings of the Lord to come, reported on the birth date, as well as what they want to count, she will brush brush brush brush pen on the paper they want to write down the answer, and one by one to solve the break.

Song Chunyang's father did not want to do this, in the words of his grandmother, his son did not have the talent to do this, he could not determine the cause and effect, could not distinguish the lines, it is a good thing that he did not enter the profession.

Song Chunyang's father is ashamed of his mother, whom he considers an old hag, and often warns Song Chunyang to pay less attention to his grandmother.

But Song Chunyang thinks otherwise.

He's been able to see strange things since he was a kid.

When he was young he didn't know any better and was often frightened and wailed by strange things.

He doesn't understand why the big brother next door is carrying a young lady on his back, and he doesn't understand why, when he sees his grandmother's best friend, Grandma Lin, accompanying her companion to walk on the Sunset Bridge, where they fell in love, everyone says that Grandma Lin has been dead for many years.

Song Chunyang's grandmother, knowing what happened, took pity on her crying grandson and used to touch his forehead and say, "Love your eyes, they are a treasure from heaven. This is a treasure given to you by God. It enables you to understand what cause and effect are earlier than others.

Song Chunyang's pupils are heterochromatic, amber on one side and lake blue on the other, which looks like a genetic mutation.

Song Chunyang is the Chairman, except for these eyes, he has all the advantages of his parents, but also very fine personal optimization, mouth, nose, eyebrows and eyes were born to look good, from childhood is the white tender glutinous rice ball, school has always been a kind of mascot existence.

The most beautiful thing about him was his eyes, bright and shiny, with pupils that were just the right size and a special texture, like exquisitely crafted gems.

Song Chunyang's mouth is full of flowers and human skin. He is often frightened by the sudden appearance of ghosts and screams, but in a short time, he tries to chat with them again, and over and over again, he has made a lot of ghostly friends.

He often complained to himself, "I got up with this name for psychological comfort."

However, complaining aside, Song Chunyang would still fulfill the wishes of some ghosts whose grievances were not too deep and whose looks did not make his liver quiver, and occasionally he would ask a few familiar ghosts to peek at the answers to the multiple-choice questions of the schoolmasters at his desk during the monthly exams.

He's a big believer in karma, so he doesn't do too much more than what he can with what he has.

But Song Chunyang is always willing to show some skin.

When someone from a neighboring city asked his grandmother to visit their home to check the feng shui, Song Chunyang worried that it would be inconvenient for her to go alone and followed her whenever he was not in class.

Grandmother's eyes are not quite the same as a normal person's, she should be able to see the "qi" in people and things, so she only needs to turn around inside and outside the house, and can point out the disadvantages of feng shui in a few words and the way to change the feng shui.

However, the senses are hard to connect, and Song Chunyang can't understand what it's like.

Grandmother was responsible for pointing out the problems, while he was responsible for placing the items to change luck, such as jade pi, into the position designated by grandmother.

He was still young, and the head of the household wouldn't have believed him, but he had a pair of eyes of a different color and looked really mysterious.

Whenever the head of the family showed his awe, Song Chunyang would always pretend to be a little blind.

After all, with his glassy eyes, he looked no different than a blind man as long as he remained still.

He was able to easily bypass all obstacles, put down the fortune changer at the exact angle requested by his grandmother, and fold it back behind her, which would always make the head of the household feel even more mystical, and regard him along with his grandmother as if he were a true god descending from the earth, and send his grandchildren away respectfully.

Song Chunyang can't help but laugh when he's out of sight of the heads of household.

Grandmother, never one to dismantle his little tricks, looked at him gently and said helplessly, "You."

The year he started college, his grandmother died at age 66.

On his deathbed, his grandmother said to Song Chunyang, who had been with him in tears, "Chunyang, you must believe in karma. Don't do bad things, do more good things."

The prayer was so simple and so tender that Song Chunyang pressed his face into his grandmother's calloused palm and tearfully granted it.

After the college entrance exams, he went to a nursing college and next door to a nationally recognized medical university.

The School of Nursing is as small as a medical school's restroom, but Song Chunyang has a come-as-you-are attitude and often hangs out at the medical school.

Song Chunyang, a young gay man, said that going to medical school feels like going home, and the feeling of being in medical school is much better than at home, as all of them are handsome, and they talk well, so they like to be in the school.

He meets Yuan Benshan, a senior at a private psychic club run by medical students, and falls in love at first sight.

Yuan Benshan is two years older than him and has been number one in his grade for three consecutive years. He is suave and excellent in all aspects.

At one point he thought Yuan Benshan was his karma.

He said fondly to Yuan Benshan, "Lao Yuan, I met you because I had done too many good things before."

Hearing his words, Yuan Benshan poked the tip of his nose, "Isn't it because you got seventy points in math on the college entrance exam?"

Song Chunyang proudly said, "Where, seventy-two."

Yuan Benshan: "Rounded up to seventy."

Song Chunyang : "Nonsense, rounded up to one hundred."

Yuan Benshan couldn't do anything with him, so he hugged him and lifted him up, "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say, little goddam."

Yuan Benshan knew about Song Chunyang's yin-yang eyes, but he never believed in them.

The reason he joined the psychic society was that he just enjoyed the fresh sense of wonder of psychic stories and never really believed in the existence of ghosts.

Song Chunyang said, "I can really see ghosts, look at my eyes if you don't believe me."

Yuan Benshan held his face and looked at it closely, "Well, see. Iris heterochromia."

Song Chunyang commiserates, "There's a passerby right in front of you."

Yuan Benshan smiles, bowing politely to the air in front of him, "Hello there."

The passing ghost dressed as a student was startled and immediately returned the greeting, "Good day senior."

Song Chunyang cackled and laughed so hard that Yuan Benshan lost his temper.

When Song Chunyang was a sophomore, Yuan Benshan started to get busy.

Song Chunyang travels thousands of meters across the country every day, packing meals and warming up her boyfriend at the school next door.

...... occasionally serves □□□.

"A thousand meters to send chrysanthemums." Song Chunyang leaned in Yuan Benshan's arms, his handsome and cute face bitter, "Gifts are light and love is heavy."

Yuan Benshan was so impressed with Song Chunyang's mouth that he pinched his nose, "Thank you very much."

Song Chunyang lay down in Yuan Benshan's arms, smiling and pouting, "Old Yuan, you have to love me."

Yuan Benshan gently went to pinch his waist, "Does it hurt, does it hurt?"

The two rolled together in a playful ball.

They've been very sweet.

But one day, something a little strange happened.

On the winter solstice, Yuan Benshan went to an old library to check out some materials, so Song Chunyang bought dumpling powder and made dumplings for Yuan Benshan with the limited tools he had in the dormitory.

As Song Chunyang hesitates to go to the supermarket to buy a small rolling pin or make do with a 2B pencil, Yuan Benshan calls.

On the other side of the phone, Yuan Benshan asked a question that sounded like it was out of the blue: "Chunyang, do you really have yin and yang eyes?"

Song Chunyang said nicely, "Huh? Yes."

Yuan Benshan was silent for a moment before trying to explain why he asked the question, "I was going through the old information here and found a lot of references to yin and yang eyes."

Song Chunyang's heart was sweet: "Aren't you going to study."

Yuan Benshan said, "When I see something related to you, I always have to look it up."

Song Chunyang hemmed and hawed, "Will you be back before noon?"

Yuan Benshan said, "Sure."

Song Chunyang didn't pay any attention to this matter.

He quickly whipped up a big pot of dumplings and rushed them to Yuan Benshan's dormitory, where his good friends and the hostesses all got a share.

Song Chunyang is a good-looking man with a sweet mouth. He is more effective than Mrs. Chunyang's oral solution in coaxing the hostesses to put their new insoles into his hands.

In contrast, Yuan Benshan, probably harboring something in his heart, was lukewarm, but ate all the dumplings and asked a lot of questions about Song Chunyang's family.

Song Chunyang, of course, knew everything and made a point of mentioning many things about his grandmother.

About half a month later, after Yuan Benshan's busy schedule was over, he asked Song Chunyang to watch a movie at 8pm.

Song Chunyang wore his new white down coat, and a snow-white pompom hat, with two fuzzy little balls hanging down, which set off his eyebrows and eyes extremely beautifully, and his lips red and teeth white.

When he arrived at the door of the milk tea store, Yuan Benshan was late, so he naturally went into the store and bought Yuan Benshan a cup of lemon and grapefruit tea, and asked for a cup of milk tea himself.

The store had already posted a transfer notice and was on the verge of closing down, but Song Chunyang went in and found a lot of customers, at least ten.

A lot of people locked Song Chunyang with a weird look.

Song Chunyang was a bit puzzled, but after he confirmed that these people were not ghosts, he settled down to rub the air conditioning and waited for Yuan Benshan to arrive.

One girl passed him with a crooked hand and purposely spilled boiling hot milk tea on him.

Song Chunyang, who was half drenched in milk tea, stood up abruptly, "Crap!"

Without waiting for him to speak, the girl said fiercely, "Touching my milk tea off! You pay for it!"

The temperature of the milk tea is not low, Song Chunyang was scalded like a small beaver rat jumped straight, his neck was burned red, but he grimaced while undressing, but also did not forget to anxiously ask the girl: "did not burn it? It's not burned, is it?"

The girl obviously did not expect him to actually have the heart to care for himself, just now the fierce God actually instantly swept away.

It was during this delay that the heavy fog on the street rolled and rolled, encircling the milk tea store aggressively.

The little girl who had just made milk tea for Song Chunyang stepped out of the counter and took off her apron.

Song Chunyang thought that she had fallen out of love and didn't dare to ask more questions.

However, her next words left Song Chunyang confused.

She said, "...... It's too late to leave."

The words just fell, Song Chunyang crease color.

He was inspired, so he could clearly sense the countless walking monstrosities in the white mist that grew steeply outside the milk tea store.

The people with numb eyes from earlier slowly gathered around the milk tea table.

The only one who paid attention to Song Chunyang was the girl who threw milk tea on him and tried to kick him out of the store.

She explained for him what he had actually met.

In short, he broke into a master system that feeds on fear energy.

The Master System will open the doorway to the otherworldly space at a specific time and in a specific place, pulling the pre-designated taskmasters into it.

In this space, some horrific paranormal events occur.

The taskmasters must arrive at a specific location, such as the milk tea store where they are now, within a specified period of time, wait for the signal for the start of the mission, and must survive the specified period of time in the other dimension before they are allowed to leave.

As soon as the time was up, the system that had seized enough of the fear energy would automatically let them out of the space and return to the real world.

And no matter how long it takes to pass within the otherworldly space, in reality it's just a short moment.

Song Chunyang is aware of the existence of ghosts and gods, so he quickly accepts the situation and tries to control his knocking teeth, "If you die in the other dimension ......"

The girl whispered, "Then in reality, your existence will also be erased. No one will remember who you are."

Song Chunyang has tears in his eyes.

The girl comforted him, "I am on my third mission. As long as I complete it ten times, I will be able to end this one-sided contract. These contents should have been informed to you by your system, but after thinking about it, it's better to tell you in advance."

"System?"

"Responsible for giving tasks, recording the number of tasks, informing the time left for the task, and giving key information on staying alive as the survival time increases ...... We often have misadventures here, and a newcomer's first task is just a trial, and only if you succeed in surviving until the end will a personal system automatically be Binding."

Song Chunyang tearfully looked around.

No one was willing to warn Song Chunyang what he was about to face when he stumbled in and sat down.

One, because they had tried so many times to be truthful that no one had ever believed them, and two, because, as nearly everyone was nastily thinking, it was a good idea to pull one in.

Song Chunyang withdrew his gaze, his voice so soft that it was barely audible, "What ...... is this mission?"

The girl replied, "Hide and seek."