After seeing the news, Xue Zhikuan immediately sat up from the bed, and all the discomfort he felt all over his body was swept away.
He placed his fingers on the phone screen tremblingly. This shaking came from natural physiological feedback and he had no control over it.
Xue Zhikuan clicked on one of the messages on his phone.
"The famous cross talk actor Xiao Xiaobin died of a sudden myocardial infarction at home at 23:23 last night at the age of 28."
This is an official media report. Judging from its accuracy, it should not be fake.
"Sudden myocardial infarction" and "death" are a series of keywords that prick Xue Zhikuan's eyes all the time.
He didn't believe what he saw at all. He just smiled and said, "Hahaha, these dog media! They report fake news every day. I don't even know about it! How can it be true?"
After that, Xue Zhikuan frantically dialed Xiao Xiaobin's phone number, but no one answered at all.
"Xiao Xiaobin! Answer the fucking phone for me!!!" Xue Zhikuan was a little confused at this time, and with the high fever, he felt like he was going to faint.
But he, who knew Xiaobin still had faith in his survival, still struggled to support himself.
After dozens of phone calls, Xue Zhikuan put down his phone, lay down on the bed and breathed steadily.
He just stared at the screen of his mobile phone, blankly.
The high fever caused many hallucinations in his brain. He saw Xiao Xiaobin coming in front of him and slapped him hard, blaming him for calling him one after another, making him unable to rest.
He also saw the embarrassment and youthfulness when he and Xiao Xiaobin went on stage for the first time.
A minute later, Xue Zhikuan's mobile phone screen lit up, and the caller displayed was Xiao Xiaobin.
"This is not a hallucination, this is not a hallucination! I knew he was fine." Xue Zhikuan weakly pressed the connect button.
"Hey...why did you just call me back?" Xue Zhikuan complained weakly.
"Xue Zhikuan, it's me." What he didn't expect was that a woman's voice came from the other side of the phone.
Xue Zhikuan used his last bit of strength to prop up his body and asked, "Who are you? Why are you holding Xiaobin's phone number?"
"I am Wan Qian, Xiao Xiaobin...has left." Wan Qian wanted to sound relatively calm and reassure Xue Zhikuan.
But how could Xue Zhikuan feel at ease? He was so heartbroken when he heard the news that he let the phone fall off his hand and slide to the bed.
"Xue Zhikuan, come and see him. You should also know where we are." Wan Qian said on the other end of the phone.
Although Xue Zhikuan heard Wanqian's voice, he did not want to give any response at this time.
He allowed Wanqian's voice to ask questions on the other end, while he looked feebly in an unimportant direction on the other end, quietly feeling the last breath of the world.
"The phone hung up?"
Wen Sengyu asked after Wan Qian put down the phone.
Wan Qian shook his head and said, "There is no sound from his side. I don't know if he is okay."
Wen Sengyu sighed and said, "I guess I won't be able to accept it for a while."
"Hold Xiao Xiaobin's phone first, and then tell me when he comes." Wan Qian handed the phone to Wen Sengyu.
Three days later.
"Xue Zhikuan shouldn't be here, it's been three days." Wen Sengyu has been staring at Xiao Xiaobin's mobile phone screen for the past three days. Many of them are unfamiliar numbers, and some are media reporters, as well as previous ones. The agent just doesn’t have Xue Zhikuan’s phone number.
Later, he felt annoyed and set up a white list, adding only Xue Zhikuan.
"He will definitely come." Wan Qian just said these words.
Sure enough, half an hour later, Xue Zhikuan called.
"I'm at the door, please take me in." Xue Zhikuan's voice was very weak. Wen Sengyu didn't know what happened. He guessed that it might be caused by Xue Zhikuan's excessive sadness.
In fact, Xue Zhikuan fainted on the bed after talking to Wan Qian on the phone. He was unconscious for three days.
In the past three days, countless people called him to inquire about Xiao Xiaobin. In the end, he was woken up by a call from a mutual friend of the two.
After waking up, he ate a little light food to support his weak body because he was afraid of fainting again on the way to find "Xiao Xiaobin".
But all the food was vomited out when he came.
Wen Sengyu was surprised when he saw Xue Zhikuan. He could hardly recognize the person in front of him, a crosstalk actor he had liked for many years.
"Old Xue...why are you like this?" Wen Sengyu asked with concern.
"Where is Xiao Bin? Take me to see him." Xue Zhikuan looked at Wen Sengyu with empty eyes, obviously he didn't want to talk about any other topics now.
Wen Sengyu took him to the headquarters of the Border Association, to the place where he had been resurrected, where Wan Qian and others were already waiting.
The moment he saw Xiao Xiaobin, Xue Zhikuan couldn't help but shed tears.
In fact, his tears were more of a physiological reaction. This was the first time in several days that he shed tears.
Xiao Xiaobin was floating naked in the nutrient solution, wearing only a pair of underwear.
He looked very peaceful, and under the influence of the nutrient solution, his body did not show any corpse transformation reaction, as if he was asleep.
"Really... gone..." Xue Zhikuan wanted to step forward and touch the glass cover to feel Xiao Xiaobin's remaining body temperature, but he fainted again on the way there.
"Cancer? Xue Zhikuan also has cancer?" An He looked at Xue Zhikuan who was still in a coma in disbelief.
They called in the most authoritative doctor in the Border Association to check the cause of Xue Zhikuan's fainting, but the result was beyond their expectations.
"How is this possible? If Xue Zhikuan has just come out of the reincarnation domain and the mission has not failed, how can he have cancer?" Wan Qian also looked surprised.
Just after Wan Qian said this, everyone suddenly reacted.
"Unless..." Wan Qian really didn't want to say this only possibility.
"Unless he wasn't doing it for himself in the first place." In the end, Wen Sengyu said it for her.
At this time, everyone present understood what it meant.
Xue Zhikuan and Xiao Xiaobin both signed a contract with the God of Death for each other's body. They never did it for themselves.
So Xiao Xiaobin's departure made Xue Zhikuan's body return to its original state.
At this moment, Xue Zhikuan slowly opened his eyes.
"Where is this...what am I doing here." Xue Zhikuan seemed to be still in a state of fugue.
But he reacted the next second, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes again.
"Is it true?" Xue Zhikuan looked at Wan Qian and asked.
Wan Qian nodded.
"So how did he die?" Xue Zhikuan continued to ask.
Wan Qian glanced at Wen Sengyu and said nothing, because she didn't want to tell Xue Zhikuan the cruel truth, at least not now.
"You don't have to lie to me and say he is sick. I don't believe it at all, because I am here to protect his life." Although Xue Zhikuan was weak, his eyes were firm.
"Old Xue, do you know why your illness is serious again?" Wen Sengyu's question caught Xue Zhikuan off guard, and Xue Zhikuan didn't even realize what he meant.
"What does this have to do with me?" Xue Zhikuan asked.
"Entering the reincarnation realm will not bring your body back to its best condition, unless you enter it for yourself." Wen Sengyu said tactfully.
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Xue Zhikuan straight on the head.
Seeing that he seemed to have some understanding, Wen Sengyu decided to puncture the window paper directly and continued: "Your life is also protected by him."
This sentence completely broke Xue Zhikuan's psychological defense. He would never have thought that Xiao Xiaobin had done the same thing as him.
At this time, his tears couldn't stop flowing down, his whole body was shaking, and he cried wildly in his already hoarse voice.
Xue Zhikuan looked so helpless and weak at this moment, and several people around him were moved by him.
About five minutes later, Xue Zhikuan said with a long breath: "So he had an accident in the reincarnation domain, right?"
Wen Sengyu and the others nodded.
"Is it a human or a ghost who killed him?" Xue Zhikuan continued to ask.
"Old Xue, please stop asking so many questions. The matter is over, let him..." An He wanted to comfort Xue Zhikuan and conceal the truth, but was interrupted by Xue Zhikuan's roar.
"Don't fucking hide it from me now!!! If you don't want revenge, I will avenge him!" Xue Zhikuan shouted these words with almost all his strength.
Everyone was silent. They didn't know how to tell Xue Zhikuan about this, and they didn't know who should tell Xue Zhikuan about this.
The air was silent for more than a minute, and finally Wen Sengyu was chosen as the bad guy.
"Old Xue, Xiao Xiaobin's name in the reincarnation domain is...Li Ming." After Wen Sengyu said this, he immediately turned his eyes elsewhere. He didn't want to see Xue Zhikuan learn the news. eyes.
It's different from what everyone expected.
After Xue Zhikuan heard this, he just said softly to everyone: "Thank you."
There was no heartbreaking roar, no soul-breaking tears, no arrogant and sick laughter, just a face that seemed out of tune with the world, breathing "freely" on the bed.
Wan Qian winked at everyone, and everyone exited the ward.
They didn't even know when Xue Zhikuan left. From the surveillance camera, he kissed Xiao Xiaobin's glass cover, pressed his face against it for more than ten seconds, and then left the Border Association headquarters.
After that, no one contacted Xue Zhikuan again, and he seemed to have disappeared from this world.
Xue Zhikuan has never appeared in public view again.
Media reports are: "Xue Zhikuan was depressed all day long due to the death of his partner and committed suicide."
The real bad news is not to learn that your lover has left, but that he left because of yourself.
A month later, everything was back on track.
In this month, Wen Sengyu successfully passed through the level 4 reincarnation domain. With the blessing of magic, he was almost a BUG-like existence. At that time, he proposed to go to the level 4 reincarnation domain alone, and he was almost there. It was effortless, and when he came out, it was like he was in a dream in which he was the protagonist. He had never felt so happy.
Of course, during this period, I also received bad news: Han Xiaoyue's mother passed away.
He didn't choose to see her because he didn't want to recall more sad scenes.
On a relaxing midnight, Wen Sengyu was sitting on the sofa watching TV boredly, and his best friend Hua Mulin came to him again for fun.
"Brother Yu, we are going to the level 7 reincarnation realm tomorrow. Are you nervous?" Hua Mulin asked.
"Why should I be nervous? You look very nervous." Wen Sengyu joked.
"I'm really nervous...after all, Xiao Xiaobin was stuck at level 7 before."
This was the first time in a month that Wen Sengyu heard this name again.
"It's okay. I'll take care of you. Can this be more difficult than high math? Hahaha." Wen Sengyu said jokingly.
"The main reason is that even An He was seriously injured while leading the team some time ago. I was really panicked." Hua Mulin said.
Indeed, An He took a painter to the level 7 reincarnation domain last week. He was seriously injured when he came out. It seems that she adjusted in time and was fine, but the painter had passed away.
"I heard that the trouble was caused by the sacrificial gate. Wan Qian is already dealing with the matter. Don't worry." Wen Sengyu said.
Wan Qian has been very busy this month. She has been running around to solve the problem of the Sacrifice Sect, but the Sacrifice Sect is not as simple as she imagined. The relationship behind it is complicated and confusing.
