I don’t know if I saw it wrong, but I feel that as those two mouths eat the white air from Li Qiang’s body, Li Qiang’s body becomes thinner and his hair becomes more and more yellow.
It's like...like he's sucking in Li Qiang's nutrients.
I was suddenly frightened by my own thoughts and broke into a cold sweat. I grabbed my second uncle's arm. The fabric on my second uncle's arm was wet. Only then did I realize that my second uncle was as nervous as me.
"Second uncle, what is that? Do you know?"
The second uncle's eyes were fixed on the long queue entering the hardware store. On the other side, Aunt Feng was still calling back at the door of the supermarket, but no customers came back.
"Remember, it's a barefoot spirit."
"Spirit?!" I jumped up in surprise, almost missing the step and spraining my foot.
My second uncle supported me and said, "Well, there are so few such monsters that I didn't even think of them for a while. I just thought of what happened after you finished describing them."
From the solemn expression on my second uncle's face, I keenly sensed something unusual.
"Second uncle, is this barefoot monster very powerful?"
"It's not so much powerful as it is hard to guard against." The second uncle then lit the cigarette, "Barefoot monsters are made from the feet of dead people and are cultivated by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon in the barren mountains and dense forests. However, they are still very weak at the beginning.
Even people with yin and yang eyes can hardly see it, but with your immortal eyes, you can barely see it."
The more my second uncle talked, the faster my heart beat. I felt that what my second uncle was going to say next was the most important thing.
My second uncle pulled me back and asked me to sit on the steps next to him. He whispered to me: "One thing that is hard to guard against is that he can give the host what he wants. In exchange, it will suck the host's essence. But this
In this case, because the host gets what it wants, no one will notice or reject it. This is greatly conducive to the cultivation of barefoot monsters. Because no one rejects it, no one wants to deal with it. When it is completely cultivated,
People nearby will suffer."
I felt my heart beat twice.
No wonder you see Li Qiang standing on tiptoe outside the train station. Outside the train station is a dense forest with no people. Li Qiang may have got the barefoot monster there, but what was he doing in the woods?
"Li Qiang has a low self-esteem and wants to be recognized and admired by others. It is probably because of this that he draws away all the nearby customers." The second uncle couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or regret, but he just sighed heavily.
"Second uncle, do we care?" I asked.
The second uncle took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke drifted randomly on his bald forehead: "No matter."
"Then you said don't get too close to people who are poor in heart."
"The nature is different. If the bare-footed spirit only harms Li Qiang, we can give Li Qiang some advice. It's his business and it has nothing to do with us. But if the bare-footed spirit is cultivated, let alone our home or the surrounding area."
The Baigu Garden, the construction site building, and even the wider area may be affected."
My second uncle's words made me sweat coldly.
Isn’t it just a pair of feet? I didn’t expect it would have such serious consequences.
"Girl Yun, don't get involved in this matter. If you see Li Qiang in the future, stay away."
"Why?"
The second uncle pointed at my eyes: "You have a special physique. If the barefoot monsters find out, I'm afraid they will trap you."
"Oh." Although I agreed verbally, I felt in my heart that even if it entangled me, it couldn't do anything to me.
In such a long time, I have seen more than one or two ghosts. Have I been haunted enough times?
The second uncle stared at my perfunctory face and clicked his tongue: "Be obedient. That spirit is best at discovering the weaknesses of people's hearts. If it takes you to find your parents in exchange for it, what will you do? It's not Baba's.
Do you agree to be sucked out of semen?"
"!!!" A cold electric current seemed to pass through my spine instantly. I immediately opened my eyes wide and looked at my second uncle. I didn't expect this just now... I really had to listen to my second uncle's words!
"Um!"
"Old Han, look at the screw cap I bought. It will definitely last for a long time." Uncle Huang raised the plastic bag on his right hand in front of his face and showed off to Uncle Han with a smile.
Chen Xi trotted after Uncle Huang's butt with a resentful look on his face.
Uncle Han patted his chest with his big hand: "I bought a lot of wrenches!"
Why do they still have such a sense of honor on their faces?
I looked behind them and looked at the plastic bags they both had. It was obviously less than half the amount of other people's bags.
Huh?
Could it be that Uncle Han and Uncle Huang have strong determination? They only bought this little? Were they not deceived?
The second uncle's laughter burst out of his chest and he couldn't hold it back.
The second uncle took another puff of cigarette, blew it into the air, made three hand gestures with his left hand, and then grabbed the cigarette in the air.
The second uncle held his left hand and walked towards Uncle Han and Uncle Huang, and slapped his palm towards the faces of Uncle Han and Uncle Huang.
The two snaps were the sounds made by my second uncle.
Two more bangs, the sound of Uncle Han and Uncle Huang's plastic bags falling to the ground.
Uncle Huang stared straight at the plastic bag on the ground, his eyes turned red: "...Ah! My pocket money! Wife!!"
Uncle Huang ran into the restaurant crying.
…It turns out it’s not that I have strong determination, but that Aunt Qi and Aunt Huang gave me too little money!
After the banquet in the evening, Uncle Er and Uncle Han and Uncle Huang decided to go to the cemetery to deliver food to Brother Song Liang, and asked the aunts to take us home.
When I passed by the gate of Baiguyuan, I looked at the empty concierge inside, and I felt a sense of loss layer upon layer in my heart.
From now on, I will never see Grandpa Song’s smiling face lying at the window, waving to me.
Life is so fragile.
In the words of my second uncle, fate comes together, birth, old age, illness and death are all inevitable, so there is no need to feel sad.
But I clearly saw him wiping tears while chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
That's right, if the second uncle could really take that position, he would be an immortal, right?
When she got home, Lulu kicked her shoes at the door without wearing slippers, so she walked to the sofa and sat down, hugging her knees and looking at the dark sky outside.
"Lulu, why don't you wear shoes? You may get diarrhea." I took the shoes to her.
Lulu said in a dull voice: "Nuan Ting, don't you think our family has been deserted recently?"
"Ah?" I nodded my chin and thought for a moment. It is indeed true. Big Brother and the others have also gone to reincarnation, and Han Ziqi has also gone home. There are only three people in my family now, and my second uncle has also gone to the cemetery. It is very deserted.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
I put the big bag with furs in the room and said, "Let's go to bed. My second uncle will be back soon."
"oh."
After taking a bath, we lay on the window, and soon the sound of Lulu's even breathing could be heard.
I looked outside. It was getting colder now, and there were fewer ghosts outside. Occasionally, two ghosts passed by and they were so cold that they folded their arms and chattered with teeth.
It's really not easy to be a ghost. They can't buy clothes like people. They have to rely on others to burn them. But those lonely ghosts have no choice but to stay frozen.
No wonder they all want to cultivate higher up. If they cultivate like Lu Qi, even if they become a city god like Aunt Li, they won't starve or freeze if someone worships them.
I felt sleepy just thinking about it.
Squinting, I suddenly heard a strange and light footsteps coming from the corridor...