Ye Linghua saw the red light spots coming towards him, very loose and very fast, like a swarm of bees rushing towards a newly discovered flower field.
These are... fire and sparks. They are extremely lively, gradually becoming chaotic, flying wantonly on the black curtain in front of her. There must be something burning, but she cannot identify it for the moment. Of course, the current picture does not
It was obvious. As if her vision was suddenly zoomed out, she saw sparks coming from a bonfire at the bottom. There was a strange man sitting by the fire.
Human? No, probably not. Because from her perspective, that thing is really too big. What kind of human can grow to such a size... But it is indeed human-shaped, with a pair of huge hands. According to the proportions
Speaking of it, maybe these hands are considered slender. Ling Huan has only heard that among the ghost stories, only the mountain ghost can grow so tall and look like a human. Could this long-haired one be the so-called mountain ghost - yes
A kind of monster?
It may be...a woman, probably. This is Ling Hu's intuition. Let's call it "she". She is holding a wooden stick in her hand with some kind of animal on it. The stick is in her hand, like a
As slender as a bamboo stick for picking teeth. The stick is wearing
The thing had been roasted until its shape was no longer visible. It was covered with unplucked and burnt hair, and it looked like it must have been treated very rudely. The thing refused to close its eyes, staring with big eyes, and the high temperature almost caused it to lose its shape.
It's so protruding that it's about to fall out.
It was probably baked, or she felt that the thing was cooked. She handed the thing to her hand - Ling Huan didn't know what "self" was for the time being, but it must be something much smaller than her, maybe something
Human beings. As a result, this half-baked thing looked huge in front of their eyes, and it was obviously impossible to catch it. The female mountain ghost seemed to realize something, and roughly broke the stick into two parts with the prey, and then cut half of it into pieces.
Stuff it into your own hands.
...What is she? Who is she?
The world was very dark when she closed her eyes. This was probably night. In Ling Huan's eyes, she could only see the bright bonfire, the outline of the mountain ghost, and the shapeless and unrecognizable prey.
Then, she heard screaming.
The moment the ear-piercing scream rang out, the scene in front of her immediately disappeared. The colors shattered, reorganized, and flashed around the center point, endlessly. But not long after, her field of vision became brighter and seemed much wider.
Although everything in front of her was still dim and blurry, she could clearly sense that this was different from the previous scene.
In front of her was a... knife.
A very long knife.
Red knife.
Is this length a katana or a tachi? She is not sure. But the blade looks a bit strange. It is not dyed red by paint or blood, but it is a kind of red itself. What kind of metal is there in the world?
Is it as dark red as blood? Ye Lingquan felt that she was short-sighted and couldn't figure it out. But just as she was thinking hard, the blade suddenly penetrated the person in front of her. It was like piercing a paper window with her fingers.
easy.
Only then did Ye Linghuan notice that there was a group of people surrounding her in front of her. But now, the blade withdrew from someone's body, and real blood spurted out. The rest of the people fled in all directions, and it was the next moment.
.
The knife in front of her moved so slowly. Someone fell down, a woman. The owner of the knife - probably herself - showed no mercy. The blade pierced her from behind. Then,
His gaze went up a bit, then lowered. Ling Huan judged that this was probably walking over the corpse. There was a child hiding in the cabinet, the cabinet door was opened, and his neck was scratched with a knife... Ling Huan was frightened.
Yes, she doesn’t know at all
She knew there was someone there, but the owner of the knife seemed to know everything and didn't let anything go. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to open her eyes and clenched her hands tightly with the other two people. She found that Feng's hand had risen from nowhere.
He had grabbed her so hard that it even made her feel a little painful. Xie Zhe was just fine, his strength was the same as before. Ye Lingquan felt cold sweat falling from his forehead, but he still didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to open his eyes, let alone
Dare to let go.
The blade constantly cuts the pulses of different people and passes through the bodies of different people. Lives are harvested one after another, but the knife is tireless. As fresh blood continues to infiltrate the cold blade, the red luster spread around it seems
More and more dazzling.
This was an indiscriminate killing. What was even more frightening was that Ling Huan began to realize who the owner of the knife really was.
Is this really what Maple would do? Something else must have happened in the two scenes, but it may not be the deepest part in the mind of the owner of the incident. There is some kind of disconnect between them. If you want to figure it out
, it must go deeper.
The needle in the basin had already pointed at Xie Zhe. To be honest, Han Zhang was a little worried about them. Xie Zhe's reaction was not bad, he could barely be considered calm, but his brows were furrowed tightly and he couldn't pry them open with a fire stick. Ye Lingyu
She was extremely nervous and couldn't sit still. Han Sheng didn't know what she saw. She only knew that she was in a bad state. She was sweating coldly.
Han Chan, his whole body was trembling slightly. If he wasn't worried about interrupting this unknown ceremony, Han Chang would really want them to stop. What's more terrible is that the child, although he is not sweating or trembling, his whole body is full of blood.
None. His hands and face were extremely pale, almost as horrifying as a corpse that died of blood loss.
The last incense burnt out, and he came behind Feng. Han Chang hesitated a little, sprinkled the incense ashes in the water, and tapped the little boy's head. The needle suddenly pointed in his direction, and at the same time, he suddenly
fell to the ground.
The bench not far away was pushed away by the fallen Han Zhang. He exclaimed, seeming to be in some pain. Almost at the same time, the three people at the table opened their eyes and looked at the source of the sudden sound. An accident happened. Zhong Lihan
As if he had entered some kind of illusion, he stumbled to his feet.
, but fell down again, repeated several times. Ling Huan wanted to stand up, but Xie Zhe suddenly stopped her sharply, scaring her and clenching her hands and the other two tighter. She didn't dare to say it yet, but in fact she didn't open her eyes because
The noise that Han Sheng made... was just a fleeting illusion before that.
The illusion frightened her. What flashed before her eyes... was like a red ghost.
Ye Lingquan couldn't see the ghost's face clearly. He only knew that it was long black hair and bright red clothes. But Han Shang's strange behavior interrupted the ceremony. He grabbed the quilt on the kang with some pain, as if he was carrying out a ritual.
A battle of self-awareness
The needle on the table kept trembling and spinning in disorder, looking like a trapped headless fly. Ling Huan was extremely frightened, but still did not dare to move rashly until the needle stopped completely, Han Shang
Only then did he really stand up straight.
"...Okay, you can let go."
Xie Zhe's words were like the key to unlocking the shackles. Ye Lingquan felt relaxed all over his body. Xie Zhe pulled the pottery basin in front of him and picked up the needle stained with water and incense ash. It was originally an ordinary silvery white.
The moment he picked it up, it suddenly seemed to be carbonized and turned into dark powder, scattered in the empty bowl.
Ye Linghua didn't have time to take care of this. She ran over to help Han Shang and let him sit by the kang to rest.
"What's wrong?" She looked worried, "Did you see something too?"
"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your ceremony. This is my personal problem...I saw fire."
"I saw it too." Xie Zhe, who was sitting there, said.
"fire?"
Ye Lingquan was not sure. She only saw the burning bonfire in the first scene. No one mentioned the red ghost yet. Could it be because...the things they saw were not exactly the same?
"I'm afraid of fire. I'm really sorry." Han Chang apologized again. Such a sincere attitude made others feel strange.
"What you said seems to be true." Xie Zhe finally looked at him, "This is quite new. Are you afraid of fire? You can't even see a stove or a bonfire showing fear. This doesn't look like animals' primitive fear of fire."
Hanshang's breath has not stabilized yet. He tried to adjust himself, and at the same time slowly moved his eyes to Feng's face. After finishing the spell, the color on his face barely recovered - although the original face was not very rosy.
That's it. The little boy closed his mouth tightly, not looking like he was planning to say anything, but obviously, he must have remembered something. Han Yang did not mention Feng's matter for the time being, but explained his own abnormality.
"I...well, maybe I'm not afraid. I just don't like fire, or open flames. The flowing lava, the unextinguished embers, and the splashing sparks don't really scare me. On the contrary, I like it very much.
.It’s just that the continuous fire... makes me feel very uncomfortable. Sorry, this is related to some of my experiences. If I have a chance in the future... I will probably tell you."
"It's up to you. Whether you're sincere or not doesn't have much impact." Xie Zhe disagreed.
Ye Lingquan finally couldn't help but ask. She said that she didn't see the "fire from sky to earth" that Han Shangyang mentioned, but she didn't mention the red ghost yet. Xie Zhe looked indifferent.
He told her that according to a person's spiritual roots and qualifications, the information obtained by some participants is limited, which is normal. It seems that he and Feng know more. There is a gap in the connection between them.
What about the part? Did they see it too?
Xie Zhe stared at the little boy. Feng pursed his lips and said nothing.
"You seem unwilling to mention this matter..." Xie Zhe said slowly, "If you don't mind, I will put together what I saw and make an explanation. If there is any discrepancy with the facts, please let me know.
Please correct me."
Feng was silent for a while before slowly nodding. It seemed that he didn't really want to mention the past.
"You... didn't grow up in this village."
As soon as Xie Zhe finished speaking, Han Sheng, who had just calmed down, looked at him, as did Ye Linghua. Obviously, they did not know this important information. They preconceivedly believed that Feng was born here since he was a child.
"You are a human being. A baby who was far away from his parents for some reason and appeared in the mountains. You were raised by mountain ghosts."
It is indeed a mountain ghost... Ling Hu thought to himself.
"The mountain ghost did not eat you, but clumsily started to raise you... Although the motivation is still incomprehensible to people. Her methods are too far behind, but you have grown up safely for the time being. She paid for it
too much."
The mountain ghost took him and imitated human life. She would often sneak into the village, hide in the dark, observe how humans live, and then imitate them, clumsily learning the role of a human mother, and trying to
