The sickly man sat on the threshold, holding a large cigarette gun with his yellowed fingers. From time to time he covered his lips with his hand and coughed twice.
No matter which angle you look at, you can't see his back.
The sound of chunks of meat being chopped came from the dining room, and the sound of bones being split under the force of the kitchen knife and chopping board sounded from inside.
The sound was so loud that it was unabashed and seemed to be ordinary.
It makes people feel that this is just an ordinary day in the dining room.
Bai Shu took Xie Fanjing and quietly took a few steps back.
Everything in front of me is weird.
There was blood slowly oozing out from under the threshold, but the man remained motionless, like a silent stone sculpture.
Suddenly, a woman's wail suddenly sounded, and Bai Shu was startled.
The cries were vicious and sad, like drizzle from a leaking house, continuous and continuous. Baizhu listened with a pale face for a while, then motioned to Xie Fanjing to cover his ears.
Just like in the rain curtain, the gate of hell opens.
A group of ghosts were wailing in the sulfurous volcanic hell, the last mountain in the magma lake was slowly submerged, the abominable jailer with a bull's head was waving his whip, and on the red-hot copper pillars, the skinned little devil was wailing desperately.
The human rain is separated by a thin line, and before it falls on their heads, it is evaporated into white mist.
The weeping willows in the painting pavilion are filled with flying catkins, the spring water gently flows over the embankment, and the poplar flowers as soft and white as goose feathers touch the water.
Amid the jailer's joking laughter, the door slowly closed again.
At this moment, in the volcanic hell, the wailing of the ghosts finally reached its peak.
Bai Shu let go of his hand without knowing it, and walked towards the dining room with a confused expression, one step at a time...
As he approached, the sound of chopping meat became louder and louder, and the man sitting on the threshold also raised his head little by little.
There was nothing else in front of him, the vortex swallowed him wildly.
In the sky, on the earth, everything in front of you.
He felt like a soft reptile, swaying with the whirlpool.
I am also becoming a whirlpool.
Bang!
A strong wind hit him from the back of his head, and the huge force from the sky knocked Baizhu down.
The psychedelic color of the whirlpool slowly faded away. He touched the back of his head and saw a big swollen lump that made him cry out in pain.
The long branches are trailing, and the clouds are as white and green as glaze.
Seeing Bai Shu looking over, Xie Fanjing quickly hid his hands behind his back and remained motionless.
The corners of Bai Zhu's lips curled up slightly, but before he could say anything, the severe pain in the back of his head made him gasp again.
The little girl had a sullen face, but her eyes rolled around.
"what is that?"
Bai Shu got up from the ground. In the distant dining room, the man on the threshold had raised his head.
His face was a shadow, with no facial features, and the smooth contours of his face were filled with ink-like black.
"Uncle Zheng?"
When he got closer, Bai Shu could identify the man from the old cigarette gun.
The man is a famous sick man in Dongfu. As a child, he fell into the water and his body contracted the root of cold. Throughout the year, he never stopped taking medicine.
The rumors about his wife in the house were not very good. From Zhao Zhou to the cook and even the day laborers who repaired the garden, everyone had an affair with her.
In my memory, this is a quiet and lonely man.
When people were noisy, he would always sit at the edge and occasionally couldn't help but cough twice.
Bai Shu looked at him, feeling a little sad.
When he was about to be whipped to death by Zhao Xiu, Uncle Zheng begged for mercy on his behalf. Although it was of no use, he even got whipped as a result.
As early as when Bai Shu was confused by Xie Danqiu, Uncle Zheng had advised the original person. Later, he also gave him a few decoctions as he was recovering from his injuries.
Perhaps because he has no children, he is kinder to all the teenagers in the house.
This did not bring any respect, on the contrary, it was an intensified mockery.
But even if the children learn to crawl like a turtle in front of him, he has no intention of getting angry.
Such a harmless man died suddenly one night.
Bai Shu heard Aunt Wang tell him that Uncle Zheng's wife was having an affair with Zhao Zhou, but he discovered it on the spot.
Zhao Zhou not only didn't give any way, but also asked his servants to tie him up and put on a rough show.
When he got home that night, the man was furious to death.
Bai Zhu looked at the man on the threshold. He was silent as before, his dark face turned around, and then slowly lowered his head.
He held the old smoker's gun with his yellowed fingers and tapped it lightly on the threshold as usual.
"That's weird."
"What is the ghost?" Bai Shu asked softly without turning around.
"After a person dies, if there is a netherworld and a trace of the true spirit remains, and it happens to coincide with the six qi before death, the wandering soul will become a ghost."
She shook her head to Bai Shu: "There are very few sneaky ones. This is the first time I've seen them. I heard my sister say that they can't be killed, and they can't leave on their own."
"It sounds like an earthbound spirit." Bai Zhu frowned, "Let's go somewhere else."
Xie Fanjing blinked and nodded obediently.
"My sister also told me that if the ghost can appear during the day, it will have a mysterious territory."
"The Realm of Deception? What is the Realm of Deception?"
"I forgot." Xie Fanjing touched her head. It seemed that the braid made her very uncomfortable. She glanced at Baizhu secretly and then lowered her head, "My mother-in-law had to feed me at that time. I can't remember clearly.
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"Yeah." Bai Shu nodded.
"There's still a way to go, and there's a dining room over there."
He smiled at Xie Fanjing and accepted the admiration in the little girl's eyes calmly: "I am familiar with all the places to eat."
The tired clouds that covered the sky gradually dispersed, warm golden light shone on the dining room, and light gray smoke curled up from the tiles.
Bai Shu turned around for one last look and turned his head.
Uncle Zheng is dead.
The things that survive are monsters that cannot be called humans.
He turned left and right with Xie Fanjing. After an unknown amount of time, the little girl gently tugged on his sleeve.
"Do you want pills?" Xie Fanjing retracted his hand, "There are many there."
Bai Shu looked over in astonishment. Where Xie Fanjing pointed, there was a small stone Buddha.
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now.
In the dining room.
The sound of chopping meat suddenly stopped, and the old woman stood in the kitchen with an expressionless face.
Beside her, countless densely packed corpses were neatly tied together like piles of firewood. Blood slowly dripped from the piles of corpses. The dry yellow soil was like a living thing, undulating slightly and dripping with "yunxi".
Every drop of gift.
In front of the old woman was a pot of boiling water.
The woman's head was sinking and floating in it, and the remaining expression on her face was desperate and ferocious, as if she had suffered endless cruel and inhuman punishment before her death.
The old woman's neck was stiff and her body was shaking violently. It took a while before she stopped.
"son……"
The last sound was dragged out for an extremely long time. The old woman's body did not move, but her head turned straight like a snake.
The puppet-like person stares at his back and opens his mouth mechanically.
