Chapter one hundred and seventy-fifth: the mind must be broken
The story of the ghost hand has been included in many stories about ghosts and ghosts, and there are many versions. The original story and its origin have been unverified. Compared with many stories that have been passed down to this day, this one is not particularly popular.
The beginning of the story is similar. People who live in the woods tell their children that the protagonist is a woodcutter; those who live by the sea say the protagonist is a fisherman; those who live in the city tell their children that they are porters. Anyway, they are all closest to the simplicity of the place.
Image. All in all, the male protagonist is a hard-working and honest man who lost his hands in an accident. It may have been chopped by a knife, or
It might have been eaten by a fish with long teeth, or it might have been interrupted by a villain, but it was gone anyway. He cried all day long, complaining to God about the unfairness of his fate, and could not even wipe away his tears. By chance, he got a pair of clothes that did not belong to him.
His own hand. There are many theories here. Some say that he got it in a dream, and the hand grew back after he woke up. Some say that it was given to him by his goddess and grandma.
It is said that he picked them up in the cemetery. Starting from the wrists, the skin of these hands has a clear line with his own. His own skin looks rough and dark because he rolls up his sleeves all day long to rush for goods.
But they are fair and slender. Ever since he got these ghost hands, he unexpectedly found that he could use them to pick up things in the paintings. Whether it was delicacies or silks and satins,
Regardless of gold, silver, jewelry, or exotic flowers and animals, as long as it is drawn, he can get it. After taking it out, the things in the painting will disappear. And whether it is drawn on paper, the ground, or the wall, he can get it.
He can also touch it when painting with ink, cinnabar or other pigments. In some stories, these hands can also allow him to pass through walls and pick up things in the room.
There are also inconveniences. There is often a female ghost who gives him dreams and constantly warns him not to do certain things, otherwise bad things will happen. The version of educating children usually says that they cannot do bad things with their hands, otherwise they will use their hands to do bad things.
It won't work - or it will fall off. But there are also stories that the female ghost does not allow him to tell his secret to others, otherwise it will kill him.
"This story is also famous among monsters." The young man said, "The first time I heard this story, it was told to me by an old man among monsters. The ending of the story she told is this:
The king actually heard about it a long time ago
Knowing this strange anecdote, he coveted the power of Ghost Hand, deliberately held a banquet for him when he entered the palace, and let his daughter seduce him. After all, he was a poor boy who had never seen the world, so he was fascinated and easily
The earth is the king's
Trap. At night, he revealed his secret under the princess's pretense of coquettishness. After that, the princess tricked him into drinking poisonous wine, and he died of the poison. The king cut off the ghost hands, but he didn't know it.
What should I do? What if I call
Prisoners on death row came, cut off their hands and reattached them as an experiment... They had rebelled, what should they do? In the end, the monarch persuaded the princess in every possible way, cut off her hand, and then injected the ghost hand with a needle
Every thread is sewn on."
After such a long time, the water temperature was already a little cold, and Ling Huan felt chilled all over when she heard this. She couldn't help but hugged her arms tightly, and completely submerged her body into the water, leaving only her face floating on the surface.
"Then, has she gained the power of Ghost Hand?"
"The princess who was pampered and pampered since she was a child is in love with her, and the greedy king has lost his only daughter forever."
"Uh... I guess so."
Ling Huan unconsciously grabbed her right arm under the water. What did he mean by saying this? Wouldn't someone from Wuyong's family also cut off her arm? Think about those faceless monsters.
It was spliced together. She knew that this group of people treated monsters very badly, but they didn't necessarily have any kindness for the sake of being a living person.
Probably guessing what Ling Huan was thinking, the young master said at the door:
"Girl, please rest assured that they will not risk cutting off your hand. If anyone really wants to do this, I don't know how much weight my words hold, but they will try their best to stop it."
"...thank you anyway."
Ling Huan didn't mean what she said. She felt that the man might just be polite to her. But at this time, she was very relieved that he didn't say anything to scare her.
"Girl, your arm...could it have been reattached after it was cut off?"
"What the hell!" Ling Huan sat up from the water anxiously, "These are my own hands, always!"
"Hahahaha, I think so. It's my fault, don't get excited. Then how did your hands... become like this? Could it be that you were born like this?"
"...Not really."
Ye Lingquan weighed it again and again, and felt that this matter could be revealed - except for the existence of the Guihai clan. The Wuyong family regarded monsters as tools, and this young master was friends with them. If he told it, it might bring trouble to the dragon clan.
Trouble. She only talked about how she was scratched by a living corpse, then recovered, and discovered this ability in an accident.
The young man pondered for a long time and asked:
"Then, have you tried anything else? Can you grab anything from other paintings or words?"
"I've tried it. But except for Wangui Zhi, it doesn't work."
"Well, Mankishi is a book written by the previous Suzuki-kun with his own blood. It records the memories of all the monsters in the world from the time he took office to the time he left. I personally think what you captured is a monster.
The virtual images formed by the memories are not themselves.”
"I think so..."
"So it's not necessarily your 'ghost hands' that are magical." Young Master smiled and said, "Look, the impermanent blood, the memory of monsters, the pages of books that have been stored for a long time... there are many conditions. Although your hands,
You may be able to do a lot of things, but there may be many restrictions on creating monsters. Although I can probably guess what you are worried about... but for now, you can feel at ease."
Ye Lingquan knew that he wanted to say something to comfort her and relax herself. But she just said "hmm" perfunctorily and had no words to respond. He was not the one who was trapped, so how could he just say a few words and make her feel comfortable?
Can you let down your guard?
After a while, the two of them stopped talking. The young man put the instrument to his lips again and played another piece of music. This was also something that Ling Quan had never heard before. It was just as pleasant, but it was more cheerful than the previous one.
Some. Probably these are his own creations.
Ling Huan is no longer someone who just sits there and waits for death.
"Um, can you get me a blanket?" Ling Huan said, "I've washed it, but it's too cold. Just a change of clothes is not enough. Can you find me a thicker blanket? Put it on the screen.
Just go up..."
The music stopped for a while. The young man thought for a moment and said:
"Well, after such a long time, the water should be cold. Remember to wipe away the water and don't catch a cold. I'll find a blanket for you."
Ling Huan kept staring at the shadow behind the screen. Finally, the shadow of the young master disappeared. She listened carefully to the light footsteps walking farther and farther, and then quickly started to take action. She first got dressed quickly.
, then walked around the screen and listened carefully to what was going on outside. When she confirmed that there was no one outside, she ran out and walked quickly in the empty room. Of course she didn't know what the building was like.
She was just running around like a headless fly - as long as she didn't take the way she had come. However, the more she walked, the more she felt something was wrong. It was really empty here, but there was no one. When she ran into the corridor
, there were doors on both sides, and there were no signs. She tried to push and pull some doors randomly, but they seemed to be part of the wall and remained motionless. She didn't have the guts to knock for fear of attracting other people's attention.
But besides those strange shikigami and herself, who else is there? Sometimes when she sees a servant walking past in front of her, she immediately turns back and hides. Fortunately, those things don't notice her.
, at least their hearing is not good enough. Strangely enough, the young master did not issue any orders to these servants, but they seemed to be able to act according to his wishes. Maybe there are other tricks, such as gestures. Even so.
, Ling Hu still won’t take risks.
Finally, she ran back to the empty place before. She looked at the familiar curtain with some confusion, stuck her head in, and saw the familiar screen. She felt strange, so she plucked up the courage to go around.
Behind her, she found that the water in the bathtub had been poured out and wiped clean. Probably the servants took advantage of her
She came here while she was away and completed the cleaning work. She checked the candlesticks here again. The strange thing is that although the candles are different in length, their lengths have not changed at all from the first time she came in to now. These candles may be
It is not made of ordinary wax oil, and even all of this may be some kind of illusion.
Illusion? This is probably the most appropriate explanation. Otherwise, why did she run around for so long and then come back here?
This time she walked out of the door, mustered up the courage, and turned back in the direction she came from. Maybe the door she left was on the way she came, but she didn't notice it. She had to hurry up, and hurry up, so as not to
Discovered by that young man.
With her meager memory, she groped her way back. Along the way, she still didn't find anything particularly worth paying attention to. Like the corridors in other places, there was a table outside a few doors away with a pot of flowers on it.
These flowers looked exactly the same, but had no fragrance. Even she was not sure what kind of flowers they were. Maybe they were rare species that she had never seen before. At least, the petals and leaves felt real.
But the doors looked fake and didn't move at all.
Gradually, she realized that she was trapped in a long corridor. No matter how fast she ran, she would never see the end. Like those flowers, there was a large window with white light at a distance.
It still seeped in, so it must be a nice weather outside. But the window was too high, and she couldn't touch it no matter how hard she jumped.
At the edge of the door, I really don’t know how the servants opened the windows for ventilation. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ye Lingquan always felt that the shadows of the flowers and shelves cast by the light were at the same angle as when she left. She was extremely scared.
She sat there a little slumped. Even though it was still daytime, she was shivering like a baby bird at night.
No, it was useless... She kept adjusting her breathing, trying to calm herself down. Finally, she stood up again. She decided to try to walk the same path she had taken before. So she turned around and tried to solve the problem.
She drove this scary ghost into a wall. The wall around the corner was getting closer and closer to her. She slowed down and took a few deep breaths.
At this moment, the young man's figure suddenly flashed around the corner, scaring her so much that she took a few steps back.
"Oh, I'm sorry for scaring you... I couldn't find you. I didn't expect you to have gone back. I was too slow. I'm sorry to make you wait for so long. I hope you didn't catch a cold."
"No, it won't..."
She felt that her sweating had made today's bath meaningless.
The young master took a blanket and walked a few steps forward with her. Then he stopped in front of a door and handed the blanket into her hand. Ling Huan hesitated for a while and tried to open the door in front of her.
easy.
The young master led her into the door and watched her throw the blanket on the bed and sit down blankly. Every step she took was light and her eyes were uninterested, and her whole person was in a state of confusion. That person
The young master said goodbye to her simply and slowly
Close the door. The daylight was squeezed by invisible forces, turned into a rectangular shape, and then compressed into a thin line until it completely disappeared in front of her eyes. The room was completely plunged into darkness, but Ling Hu knew the structure here very well. She
