In this way, the two sides faced off silently for a while. Finally, Xiaobao used his hands to free the corners of his clothes, and easily broke away from the other party's shackles. He looked at them and said softly: "My grandpa is not in the house now...but maybe
He will be back in the next second.
If there is anything you are looking for, you'd better take this opportunity and go into the house and search for it as soon as possible."
The two looked at each other, but did not go in immediately. Most of Qu Shaojun's eyes were usually very indifferent or emotionless, but now - his pupils were full of indifference.
The two of them didn't ask her what she meant by her words, or even why she was so calm when they saw them.
In the end, Cheng Xiao just stood aside and watched his captain's on-the-spot performance - commonly known as the torture session. Later, he consciously lowered his sense of presence. In order to ensure that the conversation between the captain and the others went smoothly, he spontaneously chose to carry out the interview.
Stand guard.
Qu Shaojun loosened his somewhat tight collar, slightly opened his pale lips, and raised the corners of his mouth a little. He didn't feel friendly at all, but instead looked more mysterious; his body moved towards
The little girl tilted her head, her eyes looking directly at the other person, with a somewhat compelling and fierce feeling, almost like a hunter looking at his prey, looking at the little girl in front of him without leaving any room.
Qu Shaojun's voice was slightly cold. He looked at the little girl about six or seven years old in front of him and suddenly smiled - although the smile did not reach his eyes. He asked lightly: "Who are you?"
The little girl's pupils shrank, her hands on her sides tightened, she was a little panicked, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Was she exposed like this?
——No, impossible!
——He must be testing himself!
Xiaobao took a few deep breaths, raised his head again, looked at them seriously, and asked vaguely: "Brother, what are you talking about? Xiaobao can't understand."
Qu Shaojun retracted his leaning body, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the other party's calm eyes almost critically, and continued: "No, you are definitely not that child now, and you are very important to us.
Said, and even asked for something. If you don’t want to go on like this, maybe we can communicate better if you are more honest? Besides, didn’t you already realize that you were exposed after you first opened your mouth?
?It wouldn’t be fun to hide and tuck it in now.”
The little girl pursed her lips, looked at the ground, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
He loosened his clenched hands at his side, turned around, and looked in a certain direction, but there was no focus in his eyes. It was more like he was thinking about something, or simply in a daze.
After a while, the little girl sighed, turned around again, looked up at them, and said softly: "I am indeed not Xiaobao."
"To be precise...this body is indeed Xiaobao's. I am just a soul that is temporarily residing in this body and is about to dissipate."
Cheng Xiao, who was standing guard at the side, was suddenly shocked by the words spoken by the little girl in front of him. Originally, he was wondering if Qu Dui was trying to trick the little girl by asking these questions, but it turned out that what Qu Dui asked was all true.
The little girl in front of me is no longer the Xiaobao from before - how incredible it is.
After joining the army, he didn't really believe in this kind of novel that reflected reality. But after experiencing even more incredible things, when he saw something like this today, nothing surprised or surprised him.
The little girl looked up at them quietly and continued talking, her eyes gradually losing focus, as if she was caught in some kind of memory: "Xiaobao... is actually my child, my only daughter; and I
, is her mother - also the fundamental source of the tragedy in Zhaojiazhuang."
"You should have seen those wooden signs, right? Those were the villagers who once lived here, and they were put up one after another according to the length of time before their consciousness was completely stripped away; of course, there are some later
Something may have started to go wrong..."
"Among them are the words of my husband, Xiaobao's father; I am the delusion that I shouldn't have in those words."
The simple words stunned the two men in front of them. For a moment, they didn't know what to say. Cheng Xiao and Qu Shaojun even looked a little dazed on their faces.
She ignored the shock in their bodies and souls at this time, but continued to talk to herself: "My body became weaker and weaker after giving birth to Xiaobao. Until Xiaobao's seventh birthday,
I couldn't hold it any longer and fell down.
Xiaobao's father never believed that I was gone. Our relationship over the years has always been very good, and the occasional quarrels were all about the fun between husband and wife; but after my death, he
At first he was taciturn, not eating or drinking, but in the end he became crazy."
The little girl's voice that said this was slightly trembling, as if she was suppressing something.
"Perhaps he doesn't know that although my body is dead, my soul has always been with him. I can see his pain, despair and helplessness. I feel sad, but so what.
What? He can't see me, and I can't touch him. We are obviously very close to each other, but there seems to be an insurmountable barrier between the two of us...
This is a nearly unsolvable situation...no one can help."
"It's not that everyone didn't enlighten him after my death, but it was useless. Those words were of no use at all; he was still like a ghost wandering in the world as before, his body was getting thinner and thinner, and he felt like he was dying at any time.
You can follow me.
In the end, it was our father, the village chief of Zhaojiazhuang, who woke him up and said to him: "The child has no mother and no father anymore. What do you want Xiaobao to do? I only have you and Xiaobao now."
My dear, if I don’t have you anymore, how do you want me to survive?'"
"Perhaps it was because of his father, or perhaps because of Xiaobao, he gradually calmed down and soon began to live a normal life - my father, I, and the villagers all thought so.
But in the end it wasn't like this. It's my fault. I should have known a long time ago that he was so paranoid and his emotions would be extreme in certain situations. How could a person be so relaxed and relieved like this?
Because I died at home, my soul was naturally trapped here because of my deep attachment to my family. Therefore, even though I noticed something was wrong when he went out frequently on certain days, there was nothing wrong with it.
How to find out more about it."
"I don't know what method he came up with or what he said could revive me - when I heard such a sentence, I didn't feel excited at first, but scared.
I think this is ridiculous. Something like resurrection that goes against the rules set by God, I don’t think he can succeed. Taking a step back, so what if he succeeds? Things have already changed, and the price is absolutely
Definitely not too small.
I vaguely feel the uneasiness this incident has brought to me and even more people, and I want to stop it, but it’s useless, not at all.”
The little girl's body began to tremble, and she couldn't help but huddle in the corner, hugging her knees in a daze, her unfocused eyes seemed to be very peaceful.
——But deep inside, Qu Shaojun saw huge panic and fear, despair and helplessness.
"After that, I don't know how he knew - not even my father knew that in our house, to be precise, there was an underground grotto under the giant cypress tree, and there was an altar-like structure in it.
something.”
The Qu Shaojun brothers heard the word "altar" with their ears. They looked at each other and wanted to take this information back as soon as possible.
"On top of the cypress tree, I remember there was a wooden sign hanging on it, which said something like 'dark things'. Among them, this thing does not just refer to paper sticking people; and 'violating a taboo' does not mean
It just refers to violating the taboo of making paper to stab people——
The real dark things, the real taboos, are always pointing to 'ta' - the 'ta' sealed in the altar."
Qu Shaojun's eyes suddenly became sharper, and the emotions in Danfeng's eyes fluctuated slightly, but gradually the fluctuations subsided like a stone sinking into the ocean.
Cheng Xiao didn't know what to say now - his brain capacity was about to explode, and his CPU felt like it was about to burn.
Such a huge amount of information is simply incredible! If she had never said it, who would have thought that there was such a shocking secret hidden in it?!
The little girl's body gradually relaxed a little, no longer trembling, but slowly stood up, and continued to speak: "In order to revive me, he was willing to sacrifice the lives of the entire village - but his last
The bottom line didn't let him touch his father and daughter. He chose to let those innocent villagers pay their lives to help him.
That night, he made a paper-cut figure exactly like me and placed it on the altar. He used some method to stun the villagers, as if the door to hell had been opened.
Every day, like ghosts, they flooded into our home.
During the day that day, a strange phenomenon first appeared - in the sky not far away, there was an obvious moon to the left, and the sun to the right. Everyone didn't know what was going on, they just thought it was very strange, but my father and
There were uneasy expressions on the faces of a few villagers, as if they were afraid of something; that night, the sun disappeared, and the red moon hung high above the black curtain. The moment the red moon appeared, the cypress trees were very dark.
Miraculously it disappeared and was replaced by the altar.
Zhao Zhiyuan gave the villagers paper-shaped figures of their own appearance - and asked them to place their respective paper-shaped figures on the altar and surround them like me. Then, it was our people who opened the village.
A real nightmare—"
Having said this, the little girl's expression became even calmer, and the emotions in her eyes were diminishing like a cliff, as if she was not the one who was sad and desperate just now.
Qu Shaojun frowned and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed each other.
"That night, blood was splattered all over the ground, and the villagers were killing each other. Their faces were ferocious, as if they could only see the slaughter in front of them and nothing else could be seen.
Countless people fell down, and the blood gradually gathered on the paper-tied figures of their own appearance as if attracted by some mysterious force, and finally gathered around the paper-tied figure in the center of the altar.
At that moment, I felt that my soul was wailing. It did not revive as he thought, but became even more broken.
It turns out that this altar cannot resurrect people at all. From beginning to end, it only functions as a seal, and my soul is also one of the sacrifices."
The little girl's eyes were a little dazed as she continued: "After knowing all this, he spared no effort to save my soul - and the price was him.
Because of this incident, my soul also fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how, but it was taken in by Xiaobao's body. This is what I just told you: 'The soul has only lived in this body for a while and will soon dissipate.'
reason."
"I often wonder: If I hadn't died, wouldn't he have ended up on such a road with no turning back?
I know that anyone can hate him and blame him for this disaster - but I am the only one who is not qualified."
The clear voice carried an almost eerie calmness, leaving the two of them speechless for a moment.
Suddenly, the door creaked, and Cheng Xiao and the two quickly recovered, while Xiaobao, no, to be precise, it was Xiaobao's mother who urged them to leave quickly.
The two of them were not ink people, so they quickly hid aside and prepared to climb over the wall and leave the place.
——After Qu Shaojun climbed to the top of the wall, he looked back for some reason.
In his sight, there seemed to be black smoke behind the little girl, and in a room deeper, which seemed to be a place like an ancestral hall, there was a faint golden light, and he was already so far away from the little girl, but he could still vaguely smell it.
A little smell of incense burner.
However, this feeling quickly disappeared, as if it was just an illusion, and the smell on the tip of the nose also disappeared.
Qu Shaojun turned around and couldn't help but frown, burying the matter deep in his heart, not paying any more attention to it, and brushing it off as a hallucination.
What he didn't realize was that the moment he turned around, there seemed to be someone standing behind the little girl, looking at their backs climbing over the wall almost playfully.
