[A Chinese Ghost Story] Grandma is hard to be

A gust of wind came in from the window, blowing a series of Langhao brushes of different sizes hanging on the desk in the house.

Outside the door, the sound of rain was pouring, thunder was rumbling, and lightning like a snake thundered down.

Sitting behind the desk, Lao Ying pinched a small jade wine glass, raised his glass to me from a distance, took a sip slowly, and then held the glass in his hand without putting it down.

Wine is good wine, the best wine is full of life and drunk, and the drinker is also a wonderful person, pure and noble.

"Drunken rain remembers last night, how can good friends remember last night? Xiaohe, long time no see." He nodded slightly, looked at me with a smile in his eyes, and spoke lightly, as if the piles of corpses in front of him didn't exist at all.

I looked at his calm, almost indifferent expression, and my heart couldn't stop sinking.

Exactly the same eyebrows, exactly the same demeanor, exactly the same movements.

He is no longer a black mass, only the shadow of a pair of eyes.

But the "old monster" in front of him is an old shadow, not that proud old monster.

The wind, rain, thunder, and lightning are constant, but I feel that the world is so quiet that it makes people feel weak, and the solemn coldness makes me feel scared to the point of palpitation.

"Didn't we just meet this morning?" I took a long breath, walked two steps closer, and smiled.

Lao Ying smiled faintly, and glanced at me casually, but that gaze was like a sword drawn from its sheath.

It's all clear already, isn't it?

The culprit who set off a bloody storm in Guobei Town and committed a series of gouging out hearts was him—Lao Ying!Those dead bodies on the ground, without exception, all died of gouging out their hearts, just like grandma, like the shopkeeper of a tailor shop. What the shopkeeper hates is not that I steal things and don’t give me money, but what he blames is the scent of crabapple flowers on my body. It is the breath of the murderer attached to the Jiaozhu.

The old shadow sitting upright didn't speak any more, and slowly poured himself another glass of wine, then raised his sleeves, another wine glass was placed on the table, and it was slowly filled.

I don't know how long it took before Lao Ying pursed her lips in relief, and said slowly and calmly: "Xiao He, what I hate the most about you is that you know everything, but you are pretending to be confused."

I sighed and said, "I didn't think we'd really get this far."

I picked up the glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp. The smell of the wine rose instantly, and a fire ignited from the base of my ear, which made my face flushed and the corners of my eyes red. I couldn't help trembling and reached out to hold the desk .

Lao Ying waved his hand, and a grand master's chair appeared behind me.

There was a hint of sadness between his brows, and the shallow smile lines under the corners of his eyes seemed to be full of loneliness and loneliness at this moment, "Sit down."

"Since when have you doubted me?" His erratic voice floated faintly in the air.

"It started when the old demon took a bath." I murmured, and walked slowly to the window, the cold wind made my hot flashes subside a little.

"At that time, I took the Jiaozhu to look after the 'cloud pattern' on his back, and unconsciously glanced at the shadow reflected on the wall. You said that you can only form a light black human figure when he is asleep. Shadow activities, right? At that time, I only saw my shadow."

Lao Ying's expression was a little stiff.He probably didn't expect that such a small sign made me start to have distrust and suspicion of him.

He nodded appreciatively, "You are more thoughtful than I imagined. It is true that I was able to escape from his shackles a long time ago, but that's not the only thing I did wrong, right?"

I bit my lip and continued in a deep voice: "If I'm not wrong, the Buddha who made your wish and released you is the one who extradited me to this world. To make it up, he came to me, but he couldn't explain clearly, the trouble he said to the old demon would also be my trouble, and he was talking about you, right?"

The old shadow smiled, noncommittal.

"You were responsible for the disappearance of demons and goblins who were guests in Montenegro, right? You were the one who killed grandma; Xiaoqing was also your helper, right? She secretly sent me the missing blood from Lanruo Temple." Go and give it to you? You should be practicing some kind of terrifying dark magic in secret, and the source of energy is to eat people tonic, am I right?" I turned my head and looked at him seriously.

I hoped that he could refute me, but instead of avoiding my gaze, he narrowed his upturned eyes slightly with a smile, and nodded frankly.

"I'm very hungry." He paused, and continued with me without hesitation: "At first I just ate the man-eating Wuliangbao fish in the Cangxiang Cave raw, but later I found that all the evil spirits in Wuliangbao fish's body had been transferred to me. The more hostility in my body, the longer I can exist alone without the old demon."

"So you started eating people and demons." I said bitterly.

"I only secretly eat the little monsters who want to come to Montenegro as guests. In fact, what I like to eat most are all the people he hates, so I will kill the banyan tree spirit who has been pestering him." Lao Ying said here, eyes There was a kind of bloodthirsty crimson light flowing, he couldn't help swallowing, and licked his blood-red thin lips, he looked very fierce!

"But he hates very few people, because he is lazy, and when he doesn't like someone, he just doesn't bother to talk to him." He lowered his eyes and smiled, a little disappointed.

"I also ate Xiahou."

I nodded silently: "I know."

"Xiahou became a mummy, but Xiaoqing didn't send his blood essence, because his blood essence had already been eaten by others. Yan Chixia also happened to bump into you, who was transformed into a black mountain old demon, and got married with you." You do it, I guess, Xiaoqian was used by you to block the sword once, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a different attitude towards my idea of ​​marrying her to the Montenegrin old demon, even with strong fear .”

At first, Xiaoqian just didn't want to marry her, but after that night, every time she mentioned the old Black Mountain demon, her face became pale and her hands trembled uncontrollably.And Xiaoqing's bargaining chip in threatening Xiaoqian is probably "freedom" at first, and then Ning Caichen's life in exchange.

"A person like Yan Chixia, who has a clear distinction between love and hate, irrationally pointed all the blame at the old Montenegro that night. That kind of behavior is completely unreasonable."

The old shadow lowered his eyes, drank a cup of Fusheng, his face gradually became gloomy, and he explained with self-deprecating: "Oh. There is indeed some truth in what mortals say, 'Small intolerance leads to big plans'. The more I eat, the more hungry I will be. "The thirst became stronger. He stayed in Lanruo Temple for too long. When I smelled the blood that night, I was like a hungry ghost being hooked by the messenger of hell. I couldn't even wait for Xiaoqing to deliver it to me." "

His jade-like fingers lightly slid across the decoration of the wine glass, as if he was gently stroking his lover's cheek.

This action is exactly the same as that of him.

"What else? If you are so cautious, you should not only find these things are wrong, don't let me down." Lao Ying probably didn't expect me to notice these details in such a flustered situation. Listen to me now, It seems to be interested, and I want to make it clear.

Sometimes, people's potential is forced to be developed.I never thought that one day I would become such a thoughtful person.

"I'm absolutely sure that when you were manipulating everything behind the scenes, it was after that night, in the early morning of the second day, on top of the Daxiong Hall in Lanruo Temple."

"Really?"

"Because of the plan, the object of my suspicion was the old monster. I thought Xiaoqing was helping him. But that night, Xiaoqian's accident overturned everything. I will also think, Did he promise to save Xiaoqian? Was he playing tricks? At that time, you shouldn’t have come up to the roof, and you shouldn’t have naturally taken over the plan from me.”

Lao Ying's calm face seemed to finally turn from embarrassment to anger. He turned from blue to black, and looked up at me with a stern look. His tone was full of betrayed determination and cruelty: "Are you testing me on purpose?"

I looked straight into his eyes and nodded with difficulty, "I closed the book on purpose, and there was a mess inside, but you can clearly turn to that page, turning a blind eye to the mess in front. Why? Because you have read it a long time ago, you like You are as familiar with this book as you are familiar with your own things, and the words I write.”

I paused, and licked my dry lips. I was blown by the cold wind for a long time, but my inner body was full of fire. I felt uncomfortable and dizzy.

"Xiaoqing gave you the plan, right? Later, due to some force majeure, the book fell into the hands of the old demon."

The old demon was startled when he heard the words, and remembered something, an imperceptible tenderness flashed in his eyes, the hostility between his brows faded, and he became calm and distant again.

The temperament fluctuates too much, it should be caused by the devil in his body.

"I read the picture album you drew in a daze, and I have no idea what you wrote. I was still frowning, and he had already woken up. I can only quickly return to the shadow, and your picture album can be regarded as being accidentally destroyed by him." Picked it up."

I was stunned, a little surprised, that's it?Is it so easy for the old demon to get the book?I thought there was a deeper reason for it, at least some kind of shocking serial trap must be pulled, right?

"Anything I can't figure out, he can definitely figure it out, because he is the smartest him in the world..." Lao Ying unconsciously revealed a bewildered expression, smiling gently and watching Me: "He's interested in you, he'll be happy to see that. I like to see him happy."

Although I have already faintly noticed that Lao Ying has some strange feelings for the old monster.But I never thought that it would be such an unspeakable emotion.

The word love has been a blessing and a curse since ancient times.If you are not in it, you don't know its sweetness like honey; if you are not in it, you don't know its dark bitterness.

"Besides, he is closer to you, which means I am closer to you. I am very interested in how a soul from another world can use the body of my dead grandma." His eyes lit up suddenly, and he smiled, It seemed to be very gratifying, but also full of pity.

Finally, we came to the topic.

Before I knew it, my mouth had been bitten white by me, and cold sweat was dripping from my forehead.

He and I were silent, and after a long time, I slowly asked, "Why did you slaughter the cubs?"

Lao Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied with a sneer: "They saw too many things they shouldn't see."

At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck silently, and the silver-white electric light illuminated Lao Ying's face.

In an instant, the light that was like a flash in the pan disappeared, and the room became dark and dull. The old figure dressed in black seemed to melt into the darkness, and his face became blurred.

The study room was as dead as a tomb, my hands and feet were cold, and my breathing was a bit suffocated.

I clenched my hands hanging on both sides tightly, raised my inexplicably sore legs, walked to the grand master chair with difficulty and sat down.

"Why didn't you kill me before? Why did you decide to show up now and stop hiding?" My eyes were heavy and my expression was complicated. A soft piece of my heart was twisted to bloody flesh, and the pain was unbearable.

Closing my eyes, many, many memories about him keep passing before my eyes, smiling, distant, sighing, gentle, emotional, slightly drunk, arrogant and stinking...

Finally, there is his blurred figure standing in front of the rain curtain, with long black hair flying in the wind, and a clear side face, he said: "Time is running out..."

The rain was fading and the smoke was hazy.

When I spoke again, my voice was hoarse and weak, as if the wind would disperse and the rain would fall when it hit.

"Have you already got what you want?"

The author has something to say: Originally, Lao Ying should have been exposed in a more unexpected way, but the old demon had some problems in Montenegro, and Lao Ying finally discovered the Nine-Revolution Fate Orb.

If you let him die under her arrangement, why not...

There was no need for him to keep it a secret, so he appeared frankly.

The amount of information in these consecutive chapters is a bit large, I hope you still remember the previous plot ==

ps: If you can't accept Lao Ying's emotional setting for Lao Yao, wave your hand.

Next chapter!The story of the old shadow!