Cannon fodder's death manual

His name is Ah Wu.

He wasn't originally called that name—in fact he didn't have one.

He is a collection of resentment formed by countless spiritual bodies absorbing and devouring each other. He feeds on spirits and has a lot of resentment karma.

They all called him the Nightmare in awe.

Ever since he became conscious, he has been wandering around aimlessly. When he is hungry, he will catch a few delicious spirits and come back to have a full meal. human spirit.

Of course, the people he tasted/Metropolis died of exhaustion.

In fact, he never thought that such a self would fall in love with someone, and would fall in love with a spirit that he had always regarded as food.

Before that, he didn't even have a friend.

He still remembered that it was an autumn evening, he was wandering boredly on an old street, and when he passed an old house, he was attracted by the breath of undead hanging over the house.

Involuntarily sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, he watched this dilapidated old house with dangerous eyes - there was a very delicious spirit hidden inside.

Then, he saw him.

In a blink of an eye, it is beyond redemption.

He was just sitting casually on the window sill of the attic, holding his chin and staring blankly at the red burning clouds in the sky in a daze.Under the slanting rays of the freezing autumn sun, his body was slightly transparent, and he was so lonely that he might disappear like that at any moment.

He is so good looking!At that time, he was standing on the corner of the street looking at his profile in the setting sun and thinking about it.

Nightmare has no emotion or heart, but the moment he saw him, he seemed to really feel something beating in his empty chest, no matter how brilliant the sunset glow was in the sky, in his eyes, only All that remained was the lonely silhouette of the undead under the setting sun.

He has never met a spirit that can be so clean and pure without any resentment. His spirit body is so thin, it seems that it can't bear the slightest resentment, but it can interpret loneliness so beautifully.

I want to be close to him, I want to hug him, I want to touch his pale spirit body, I want to heal the deep loneliness between his brows.

Maybe this is what they call love!

He never imagined that such a heartless and heartless self would fall in love with someone, because before that, he had never loved.

But on that vermilion dusk with the rustling autumn wind, he fell in love unexpectedly, and stood there blankly like a silly boy with a spring heart.

When he made up his mind to get close to the old house, he was surprised to find that the outside of the old house was covered with a barrier, which firmly blocked the intrusion of all spirits.

Looking at his silhouette in the setting sun from a distance, he realized that he seemed to be stronger than he had imagined.

But what does it matter, this enchantment can prevent the intrusion of ordinary spirit bodies, but for him, it only needs to be torn lightly, and it can be easily destroyed.

Smiling slightly, he put his hand on the enchantment, and when he was about to tear up the enchantment, he hesitated - no, he couldn't, he couldn't do this, he was a nightmare, a nightmare feared by all souls , if it just appeared like this, it would definitely scare him.

And his pure and clear black eyes should not be stained with panic.

Since he couldn't get in, for the next few days, he could only hide on the corner of the street and observe the pale ghost secretly, thinking hard about how to get close to him, how to get the ghost's permission, and how to get in and out of the barrier. right.

Suddenly, he noticed a wild spirit cowering and dodging in a corner, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He is a nightmare, so they are all afraid of him, but what if he is not?

If he is a wild spirit with nowhere to turn, and can only seek his protection when he has nowhere to go, will he be able to accept him?

Then, as planned, he controlled a low-level nightmare that hadn't evolved thinking to attack him, pretending to be in a hurry, and fled to the door of the old house.

"Help me!" he shouted at the undead in the attic.

Let me in, let me see you up close, hug you, and love you.

With his permission, the moment the enchantment was opened, he was ecstatic, excitedly jumped to the window of the attic and hugged his thin spiritual body tightly, greedily sniffing the smell in his arms, the smell on his body It smells as good as I imagined.

Clean, without the slightest resentment.

But no matter how attractive the smell on his body was, he couldn't give birth to the slightest desire to eat him. He just wanted to hold him like this until the eternity of time, just the two of them were enough.

Pretend to be pitiful and tell him that he is a wild spirit, with no way out and no branches to rely on, and can only rely on him. Without him, he will definitely die and become food in the mouth of the nightmare.

Facing his tearful begging, he hesitantly agreed with his black eyes of doubt.

In this way, he lived with him justifiably.

After getting to know him, he sincerely felt that he was really an incredible undead.

As an earth-bound spirit, she doesn't have the slightest resentment. She clearly remembers her name before she was alive, but she doesn't know the cause of her death. She is bound by the old house and trapped in loneliness, but she doesn't have the slightest desire to break out of the cage.To be content with being bound, content with loneliness, content with a small attic, neither resentment nor anger, neither anger nor sorrow, his existence is so contradictory and so taken for granted.

Maybe he is the only one who is truly unique.

"Nah! Xiao Di, please give me a name!"

He is a nightmare, a collection of resentment that devours countless spiritual bodies, he has no name.

But he really hopes to have another bond with him, one more contract that can get a little closer to him.

So, give me a name!

Regarding his begging, the black-haired ghost frowned and thought for a while in bewilderment, and then said solemnly, "There is no bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. Tonight the moon is bright and the night is just right, so I will call you Ah Wu! You can be like a mirror in front of Buddha, clear as promised, free from dust."

May you be like the mirror in front of the Buddha, clear as promised, free from dust.

Clear and bright as promised, do not stir up dust.

Ah Wu.

He was startled when he heard the name.

Under the silvery moonlight, seeing his own reflection in his clear black eyes, he even felt a little ashamed at that moment.

I don't deserve it...

I am so filthy and unclean, even my soul is covered with thick ink.

But he called me Ah Wu, and he said that he hoped that I would be so clear and clear that I would not stir up dust.

It would be great if I was really a wild spirit. If I was really a wild spirit, at least I could be a little closer to the image in his mouth, be honest with him, and stop deceiving his gentle kindness so badly.

In his life, he had never expected to become a weak wild spirit like he did now.

Maybe...he couldn't really be like a mirror in his life, but at least, in front of that ghost, he hoped that he could be clean.

Xiao Di, the name you gave me, I will cherish it forever.

The night wind in late autumn is always bitterly cold.

As an undead, the ghost likes to sleep bathed in the moonlight. Every night, he sleeps beside him defenselessly, letting the silver moonlight pour on his thin body.

This time is also the happiest time of his day, because as long as he gently stretches out his hand, the black-haired ghost will unconsciously get into his arms, with his eyes closed like an innocent child, like a very depend on him.

"I like you..." Looking at the pale jade-like profile of the ghost in his arms, he said softly.

He can only speak under such circumstances, because if he hears such words, he will definitely drive him away again.

He had always been a ruthless ghost, and he knew it from the start.

Maybe it's because he has become an undead, or because he is too desireless, he always avoids other people's feelings like a snake and scorpion, and always has a deep sense of distance from everything in this world, as if he is just a passerby in this world , almost ruthlessly watching with cold eyes, unwilling to get too involved with this world.

So he can't tell him all his thoughts, even if he has brewed a mellow wine in his heart, the aroma of the wine can't be conveyed to him.

But even so, he was happy with it.

His ghost is so clean and beautiful, no one is worthy of him, let alone himself who is so dirty and filthy.

But what does it matter?Although he doesn't like himself, he doesn't like others either!

Even if they are ordinary friends, there will never be anyone who can be as close to him as I am, who can talk to him, read books for him, and hug him to sleep.

That alone is enough.

He always thought that such days would last forever.

But he didn't expect that the appearance of Su Jin would break his peaceful life with him so easily.

He never thought that that pale and lonely ghost would have such hot eyes, and who would look at them with such hot eyes.

But that's what happened.

The ghost's attention to Su Jin was beyond his imagination, so much so that he felt a deep sense of crisis.How can that Su Jin and He De make him pay so much attention!

That Su Jin...damn it!

He always thought that during the days of living with him, he had smoothed out the suffocation in his body and had been purified by the ghost, but when he had that terrible thought, he realized that no matter how In disguise, nightmares are all nightmares, with heavy killing karma and unclean birth.

This is really... wonderful.

At least as a nightmare, he has the ability to get rid of the thorn in Su Jin's side.

Becoming that ghost confuses Su Jin's mind, as he thought, Su Jin also likes that ghost - how is this possible!He belonged to him, he belonged to him alone, even if others looked at him more than once, he would be mad with jealousy.

So this Su Jin must die.

However, he never expected that just when he was about to absorb Su Jin's alluring spiritual power and fresh life, that ghost would suddenly appear with the power of thunder, and easily rescued Su Jin from him.

Why is he here?Why did he suddenly become so powerful?What's the matter with the lingering death energy around him?

He wanted to ask him too many questions, but before he could open his mouth, he heard him ask, "A Wu, are you a nightmare?"

It turned out that he knew all about it.

Laughed at himself, it turned out that he was not born ruthless, but just ruthless towards him.

He already knew that he was a nightmare, he knew that he was a murderer, he knew that he was a serious sin, that's why he resisted his closeness, that's why he was so indifferent to him, and that's why he was so unfeeling to him.

"Awu... goodbye..."

In the cold night wind, he heard the faint voice of the black-haired ghost.

Ah Wu, you still call me Ah Wu, does that mean that you still treat me... the joy in your heart has not yet reached the brow, the next second, the gate of hell opened at his feet, and countless black chains rushed to trap him Dragging towards hell, each one is the karma he committed.

He has long thought about his own ending, either falling into hell, or flying out of his wits.

But he never thought that it would be him who sent him to the endless hell.

"You can't treat me like this! Xiao Di! I love you! I love you! Don't you feel anything at all! I love you! I love you! Xiao Di! Xiao Di!..."

He struggled vigorously, roared, and tried his best to reach out to the black-haired ghost, trying to see even the slightest wavering from his black eyes.

No, nothing.

There was no expression on his pale face, as if the person who fell into hell before his eyes was just an unrelated passerby.

i love you...

It wasn't until he completely fell into hell and the gate of hell closed in front of his eyes that he came back to his senses in a daze. Suddenly his face was wet and cold, and he retracted his chained hand and touched his face in a daze. Afterwards, I realized that I was crying.

They all said that Nightmare can't cry, has no heart, and no tears.

But what is this?

If the Nightmare Demon has no tears, then what is this in my hand?If the Nightmare has no heart, then why does my heart ache?If Nightmare has no love, why would I fall in love with him like moths to a flame?

He stretched out his hand in a daze towards the scarlet sky of endless hell, he...will ascend to heaven...

He is in heaven, and I am in hell. They are separated by weak water for three thousand years, and we will never see each other again.

I don't know...he is in heaven, can he occasionally remember himself who used to flip books for him every day, can he remember that there was once a nightmare demon who called himself a wild spirit, he named him A Wu, and said he hoped he would Like the mirror in front of the Buddha, it is as clear as it is, and does not stir up dust.

I don't know if he can still remember.

There was a nightmare who once loved him deeply.