The cat-faced old lady was lying on the ground struggling. She looked a little pitiful without her limbs, like a lonely old man.
But the person and the fox who caused all this were walking leisurely away, preparing to take them away when they left.
The resentment of hundreds of people is getting stronger and stronger, and Mo Li hiding in the pipe pot can prove this.
"I don't know if it's an illusion... I don't think she's that strong."
Wang Jin frowned and turned to look at Hu Ling beside him.
The latter felt that she had finally gained a trace of the happiness that belonged to her seniors, so she smiled broadly and reached out to pat Wang Jin on the shoulder.
"Little guy, you have to listen to the third sister to explain this to you."
Hu Ling cleared her throat, as if she was ready to indulge in her senior's addiction.
"The cat-faced old lady probably appeared in 2000, and you weren't born yet at that time."
"Later, she was taken away by the black mother and suppressed for nearly twenty years, and she was gradually forgotten by people."
"Not to mention that Black Mother has been using Hundreds of People's Resentment to weaken her power. The forgotten ghost story itself... seems to be weakening as well."
"is that so?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Hu Ling.
He really hasn't considered this.
After all, ghost stories are too familiar to Wang Jin, so he doesn't think too much about them.
For example, few people think about how toilets are produced and where the scrapped toilets end up.
These things have nothing to do with daily life and are not even necessary for people who are using the toilet to know.
Of course, when these things appear as popular knowledge, some people are still willing to listen.
"I really don't know about this...even though I am a weirdo myself, so what I said is that it 'seems' that it will become weaker."
Hu Ling spread his hands and spoke softly.
"According to my own opinion..."
"The fact that you will become weaker if you are forgotten is equivalent to taking away something that sustains your life."
"Cellphones, keys, money... slowly take its toll until you can no longer hold on."
Hu Ling picked up the wine flask, as if he wanted to take a sip during such a lofty discussion.
Unfortunately, her wine bottle is empty.
So Hu Ling sighed, took out the bubble gum from his trouser pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it and talking.
"Actually, the concept of 'ghost stories' is quite general."
"For example, those existences above the starry sky are classified as ghost stories because of similar characteristics."
"Isn't this the same as ants naming humans? And they stupidly say things like, 'This giant runs very fast, it must be a scout ant'."
"That's ridiculous."
Hu Ling smiled, as if he remembered something.
“To this day, some people still struggle with whether it is correct that ‘weird stories originate from human consciousness’.”
"To define unscientific things...such people may not have a normal brain."
"But I remember that in ancient times there was a human named Pu Songling. His research results almost became textbooks."
"Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to expose the world of ghost stories."
"So only a small part of that person's information has been circulated on the market, and the rest is locked at the bolt of the furnace."
"The things he studies are difficult to verify, such as our Immortal Family."
Hu Ling reached out and patted her plump breasts. The fair skin was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.
"Do you think we exist by ourselves, or do we originate from the consciousness of the ancients?"
"This kind of chicken or egg question is very difficult to answer... especially when it comes to weird stories."
Wang Jin frowned and thought for a moment, but found that he could not give an answer at all.
Hu Ling's next question came quickly.
"Are we the same species as other ordinary animals? Or is it some weird myth that we are born to look like foxes?"
The woman sighed softly as she spoke.
"It's not that no one has thought about this, and it's not that no one has tried."
"It's just that the conditions for man-made ghost tales are too harsh, and the finished product will probably be far from what you imagined."
"I heard that the "finished product" caused a lot of trouble back then... Otherwise, what do you think the event to defeat all demons and monsters was for?"
"You mean..."
Wang Jin was stunned.
That event that is always mentioned in a few strokes... is most likely to put an end to this farce of man-made weird stories.
Hu Ling didn't seem to want to answer. She just spoke vaguely and blew a bubble by the way.
"Who am I really? Many people spend their entire lives unable to find the answer."
"For me, eating well and drinking well means I am very happy. Xiaoqi has taken this to the extreme."
"If you think too much and can't understand it, the ghost story itself is not suitable for further study."
"Ha... As expected of a senior."
Wang Jin smiled and complimented Hu Ling quite appreciatively.
This made the latter tremble again, and he almost reached out and slapped Wang Jin to death.
Hu Ling is right, the ghost story itself is not suitable for further study.
I once asked Zhao Guangming similar questions, such as why none of the characters in the myth have appeared despite being widely circulated.
As a result, Zhao Guangming replied, "Where do you think those weird evil gods come from?" and then pointed in the direction of the command bureau.
There, starting fifty meters underground, is the Furnace Bolt.
No one knows what is in the Crucible Bolt, but everyone knows that it is China's last line of defense.
"hiss…"
Wang Jin suddenly shivered uncontrollably.
He has been on the verge of death since he was a child, and he rarely feels the emotion of fear anymore.
But when he thought about these things, Wang Jin felt inexplicably timid.
"Are you scared? Third sister will eat you later."
Hu Ling patted Wang Jin and diluted the scary atmosphere with jokes.
"arrive."
Before Wang Jin could respond, Mo Li's figure suddenly appeared beside him.
The pain on her face has disappeared, but there is a bit of confusion and numbness in her expression.
"Hundred People's Resentment is here."
Mo Li didn't even look at Wang Jin, he just stared blankly ahead and spoke softly.
"here?"
Hu Ling looked ahead.
This is an open space.
Nothing special.
No matter which direction you look, you can see the same open space.
But Mo Li said that the hatred of hundreds of people was right in front of him.
"It should be around here."
Wang Jin squatted down and looked at the cat hair and scratches on the ground.
It does not extend further, but is fixed in this area.
Obviously, the cat-faced old lady has been absorbing strength from the resentment of hundreds of people.
If she was given another period of time, the containment operation might not be so easy.
"I seem to...can see a shadow."
Wang Jin frowned and mobilized his inspiration to the extreme.
His eyes turned as black as ink.
It was these eyes that allowed Wang Jin to see a cloud of black air floating slightly forward above his head.
Near the black air are countless translucent figures wearing cloth clothes with painful expressions on their faces.
Obviously, they were the former residents of Peach Blossom Spring.
It's obvious what happened.
The nameless evil spirit stole the Hundred People's Resentment. Black mother went out to chase him in a hurry, but the cat-faced old lady took the opportunity to escape.
Later, the tobacco bag and pot were shattered under Meng Yu's attack, and the body of the black energy of Bai Renwen was picked up by the unclean people led by the man in costume.
The cat-faced old lady ran here for some unknown reason, and quietly entered the Peach Blossom Spring with black energy.
Although I don’t know whether this Peach Blossom Spring appeared because of that article, Tao Yuanming came here at that time.
But Wang Jin still has an interesting guess.
The villagers in Peach Blossom Spring are all spirit beings.
There seems to be some connection between the spirit body and the Hundred People's Resentment.
So the cat-faced old lady recruited all the villagers into the Hundred People's Resentment, hoping to regain her strength in this way.
It's quite inspiring if you think about it carefully.
Then, Wang Jin fell from the sky and killed him.
The protagonist of the inspirational story was cut into a human stick and lay flopping in the distance.
Fortunately, Wang Jin didn't care about this, he was considering the doubtful points in the story.
The cat-faced old lady's IQ is not very good, she is just a beast that lives a long time.
It was impossible for her to understand the characteristics of the villagers in the Peach Blossom Spring, nor could she avoid the unclean ones and come to the depths of the scene alone.
Someone must help her.
And this person who came to help...
"Old Lutou."
Wang Jin muttered this name, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
It's like remembering an old friend.
I have to say that compared to the various dirty tricks of reincarnation, this old guy who used to be the leader of the Tianshi Mansion is quite easy to deal with.
Just when he was driving halfway up the mountain, Wang Jin remembered that the bell used to detect the head of Lu rang.
But the old man never showed up from beginning to end.
This forced Wang Jin to consider whether the other party was holding back some dirty tricks, or had already used them.
"I...I can feel it!"
While Wang Jin was frowning and thinking, Mo Li suddenly spoke.
The girl who died for her teammates completely lost her sunny and cheerful feeling at this moment, and her eyes revealed a strong greed.