A slap slapped him on the face, but the scene was still the same. Wasn't it a dream? But where did Big Brother and the others go? And when did they leave? Logically speaking, it is impossible for them to leave them behind so silently.
I should just walk away alone. Could it be that I was so absorbed in looking at this female corpse just now that something happened? This doesn’t make sense. What situation could be so urgent that you don’t even have time to hold me by your side?
The back figure in front of me is the female corpse, right?
The empty tomb was no longer a dark scene, it seemed like it was under the blue sky and white sun. I looked down and saw that the search light in my hand was still shining.
When does it get dawn?
Wasn't the female corpse's clothes pulled down by Zhu Kaihua? When did she turn her back to me with her clothes intact?
This is not a dream, what is this?
But why did the female corpse, who we performed the top ten tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, turn her back to me, and gave me the feeling of being freed from the dust like a fairy from heaven. Just like the first time I saw her
Eyes, a sadness comes from the bottom of my heart.
Although it was daylight now, what I saw in front of me was the female corpse who was laughing maniacally just now, and she was not a fairy! I could still understand this situation, so I still swallowed, held my hand tightly, and stared at the lonely and desolate figure.
But a very beautiful back.
Taking courage, I asked: Who are you?! Are you a human or a ghost? After asking, I thought to myself, isn't this fucking nonsense?
The white back still ignored me.
An altar, one person and one corpse.
I looked at her back, but she didn't know where she was looking.
What a poetic and picturesque picture.
A long time ago, there was a sigh. It was very sad and helpless, just like the feeling of her back, full of sadness, as if there were thousands of years of helplessness. My whole heart began to become confused.
To put it in a boring way, this is a woman with a story. Even in the hands of those literati, they can invent a very poignant story, such as Nie Xiaoqian and Du Shiniang.
It is only in line with common sense that such a beautiful girl can have such sighs and such sadness, instead of being a female ghost who only knows how to laugh wildly. And in this confrontation, she seems to have done nothing to me, otherwise I would have half the fighting power.
I don’t know how many times I have died, but I have an impulse in my heart.
Look at her face, she looks so distressed.
Yes, the woman's back is not a person who puts pressure on people. That sigh made me completely let go of my fear, and I only felt that the person in front of me was a delicate woman.
I walked over slowly, tentatively, and put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't resist. As soon as I put some force on my hand, I wanted to pull her body over and look at her face. I had no other thoughts, I just wanted to feel sorry for her.
Feel.
But her body swayed and she moved aside.
It's still the same figure, with his back to me. It's like he's playing hide and seek.
Is this still a female ghost? She is clearly a naughty girl. I ducked to catch up with her and tried to pull her back, but she ducked again and turned her back to me.
Over and over again, I can only see the back.
This is teasing, this is teasing!
But it gave me a different kind of relaxed feeling, or maybe I have been depressed for a long time. This place is no longer a side hall or an altar, it is like in a grassland. She is not a female corpse, not a female ghost who has been in an iron coffin for thousands of years.
I am just a simple woman. I am not the son pursuing his father, but a hazy young man.
The two of us are having fun.
I rushed over and took her arm, saying: Stop making trouble.
She was obedient and didn't move this time.
I slowly pulled her body over, and she lowered her head like a shy little lady. She looked like she was still wanting to talk, and she was very charming.
I reached out to hold her chin, and she cooperated very well.
Then, I saw her face.
There are no specific facial features, only a few lines, like crying or smiling. (To be continued)