I am not human

"You mean, Jiufang shot a demon in the head with an arrow, and then fainted?" Looking at Jiufang Ziyan lying in the coffin, Liao Qingshu's expression was a bit complicated, "Are you sure that is the demon? Isn’t the demon one-eyed little monk? What about the mountain and sea beast? Where’s the Queen Mother of the West? Xiao Lin, is it okay for you to just run over like this?”

"There are causes and thunder gods in the mountains and sea beasts, and Kaiming has come back to help. The words of the Queen Mother of the West... are still picking up the box, after all, it is an important item." Lin Hongle replied, pointing at Jiu Fanglei with his index finger, "Jiu Fang's affairs are more It's important. This shouldn't be the work of the scorpion, in the words of this gentleman, it's his breath..."

"The breath is not right, I know. The key is what is wrong? Ask him and he won't tell!" Liao Qingshu's tone was a little anxious, walked around the coffin, and asked again, "How do you do this?" What are you doing dressing up for? For a funeral?"

Lin Hongle rubbed his nose and said in embarrassment: "You know, this is actually my dream. Many of the settings in the dream are based on the subconscious..."

"It means that your subconscious mind thinks he's dead?" Liao Qingshu frowned, bent down suddenly to touch Jiufang Ziyan's side neck, and immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his face turned pale, "My God, why... What's the situation? He won't really..."

Jiu Fanglei actively raised his hand: "I just saw that he seemed to put something in his mouth, and then something went wrong..."

"It feels like a curse." Sitting on the chair, Xiao Hei asserted, "He must have been exposed to some kind of curse and was planted in his soul."

"He ate indiscriminately, and then he was cursed to death?" Liao Qingshu's voice trembled slightly.What kind of death is this?It's weird!

Xiao Hei came over, took a look into the coffin, touched Jiufang Ziyan's forehead, withdrew his hand and said, "It's not a 'cursed death', but the soul was dragged to another place, and the one who stayed here It's just a shell."

"But he is in the form of a soul now, isn't he? Where did the exorcism come from?" Liao Qingshu said, "He and I both came in from the soul."

Xiao Hei explained: "Human existence is like a Russian nesting doll, one nesting inside another. The inner doll is the 'soul' relative to the outer layer, and the corresponding outer layer is the 'shell'. Now he, The second shell is still there, but everything inside is gone."

"Then what should we do? Call them back?" Liao Qingshu looked at the crowd begging for help, Lin Hongle and Jiu Fanglei looked at each other, took out a mobile phone and handed it over.

It was an ugly old man's phone with a keyboard, which was ringing non-stop.Lin Hongle said to Liao Qingshu: "Not long after Jiufang passed out, the phone kept ringing. No matter how hard we pressed it, we couldn't stop it. We couldn't answer or hang up. I think this is probably a distress signal sent by Jiufang. Reason..." That's why he hurriedly created a dream to pull Liao Qingshu over.

"I remember this phone is yours, right? I used to see you use it often. Could this call be for you?"

Liao Qingshu didn't answer, just stared blankly at the phone that kept ringing, her breathing gradually became short of breath.

"Xiao Liao?" Lin Hongle handed the phone closer again, "Do you want to pick it up first?"

"I don't want it!" Liao Qingshu slammed the phone away with a wave of his hand, and his thoughts uncontrollably returned to that chaotic rainy night. The cell phone vibrating in the puddle coincided with the one in front of him. The bell sound mixed with the death-like ringing at this moment, making a lot of noise in the ear, almost driving people crazy.

——"There is a blasting curse on this, once your demon power rises to a certain range, it will be triggered..."

——"He must have planned it long ago. Once you become a demon, he will kill you directly."

...how did this bomb come back?It should have been dropped that night, shouldn't it?Why is it here...

Someone grabbed her right wrist suddenly, Liao Qingshu raised her eyes, and saw Xiao Hei's cold profile.Xiao Hei dragged him forward a few steps, picked up the phone that fell on the ground, and brought it to Liao Qingshu: "Answer it."

Liao Qingshu took a deep breath and shook her head firmly: "I don't want it."

"I know what you're afraid of." Xiao Hei stared into his eyes calmly, "I promise you, you'll be fine. I won't let you be fine—but if you keep refusing, then there's nothing wrong with it." It might be Jiufang Ziyan."

He grabbed Liao Qingshu's right hand and stuffed the phone into it: "You said you trusted me."

Liao Qingshu silently looked back into his dark pupils, rubbed his left hand back and forth on his trousers, then looked at Jiufang Ziyan who was motionless in the coffin, his cheek muscles twitched twice, gritted his teeth, and finally pressed the answer button on the phone , handed it to the ear.

From just now to now, the noisy bell has never stopped.Is the person on the other end of the phone dialing the only number repeatedly with the same urgency as he was at that time, like reaching out from the depths of a frying pan, trying desperately to grab the only onion hanging from the sky? leaf?

Liao Qingshu didn't know, and had no time to think.Because at the moment the phone was connected, he "plopped" and fell headfirst into Jiufang Ziyan's coffin in front of everyone.

Of course these are from the perspective of the beholder.

From Liao Qingshu's point of view, this is not the case at all.

He felt that he was standing on the same spot without moving at all, but his body seemed to be grabbed by the shoulders and pulled up vigorously and then thrown to the ground. When he came back to his senses, his shoulders and soles of his feet were shaking pain.He looked around, Lin Hongle and the others had long since disappeared, and the scene changed from the interior of the mountain management office to a somewhat familiar gate of a community, with thriving oleanders growing on the green belts on both sides.Liao Qingshu glanced at the red battery car parked on the side of the road, and walked into the gate of the community hesitantly.

Everything is silent, like a dead place.Liao Qingshu walked aimlessly in the community, the more she looked at the surrounding scenery, the more familiar she felt, her footsteps stopped abruptly, and she finally remembered—isn't this the place where Qin Xiaofen lived before his death?

If that's the case... Liao Qingshu turned around abruptly and ran wildly. When she arrived at the unit downstairs in her memory, she saw Jiufang Ziyan looking up.

"Jiufang!" He raised his voice and shouted at the other party, but Jiufang Ziyan ignored it, and only frowned tightly, as if he was struggling with something.Then I saw him take out a sealed plastic bag from his pocket, pour out some blue fragments from it, and pat it into his mouth.

"Jiufang Ziyan, what are you eating?" Liao Qingshu stepped forward quickly, reaching out to grab his arm, but before he got close, Jiufang Ziyan turned around and walked into the corridor with a dagger in his hand, as if he couldn't see him Same.

Liao Qingshu followed closely behind and walked in. The moment she stepped through the door, her vision dimmed, and when it was lit up again, she was already in a small delicate garden.

In front of it is a circular flower garden, which is full of jasmine, and there are many potted camellias and chrysanthemums on the side, all of which are lush and blooming just right, very brilliant.In the upper right corner is a grape arbor. Crystal purple plump grapes are hanging down from the green leaves. The color is crystal clear and looks very attractive.

Under the grape arbor, a person was lying on the rocking chair with his back facing him, shaking violently, and when he heard Liao Qingshu's footsteps, he turned his head to look at him, turned his head to think for a moment, and suddenly became happy: "I'm still wondering when I will see you again." you."

Liao Qingshu: "???"

The man got up from the rocking chair and walked towards Liao Qingshu.Liao Qingshu took a step back and looked at the other party cautiously - she looked about thirty or forty years old, wearing a yellow pullover and dirty jeans, her clothes were not tasteful, her hair was messed up, and there was only one face...

The handsome and exquisite lines, the slightly raised red phoenix eyes, are nine-tenths like a certain melon face.

There is one tenth, and it is only because of the different curvature of the corners of the mouth - he has a smile on his face, unlike Jiufang Ziyan who is always bitter and bitter, and the corners of his mouth are always sad, and he looks much more pleasing.

"Who are you?" He asked hesitantly, "Where is this place?"

"This is the deepest part of the world of mountains and seas, the home of lost dreams." The man touched his chin and replied, "As for who I am... Judging from my age, you should call me uncle. But I I don’t look old, and I don’t like people calling me old, so you can just call me Qiumen.”

Liao Qingshu: "!!!"

"Why, have you really forgotten?" The man who called himself "Qiu Ming" looked at Liao Qingshu's astonished expression and laughed, "How old are you this year?"

"Two, 22..."

"So it's been more than ten years." The man sighed and waved to Liao Qingshu again, "Come here, sit down for a while—you and I met here 15 years ago, remember?"

Liao Qingshu was walking towards him in a daze, when he heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and immediately felt something was wrong: "Impossible!"

"Ok?"

"You said this is the home of lost souls, but Jiufang Qiuming was lost in the mountains and seas three years ago, so where did he come from 15 years ago?" Liao Qingshu looked at the man vigilantly, "Who the hell are you? "

The man didn't answer.

He casually picked a leaf from the grape trellis and spread out his palm to Liao Qingshu.

Liao Qingshu stared at the leaf without knowing it, her eyes widened.

The emerald green leaves turn yellow, shrivel, wither, and crack in just a few breaths, and finally turn into powder, which is blown away by the wind.

His eyes followed the powder of the leaves, and hurriedly passed the fruitful grape racks, and the blooming jasmine, camellia and chrysanthemums—plants of different flowering periods, were thriving under the same sunshine.

Liao Qingshu couldn't help asking again: "Where am I?"

The man patted the remaining powder on his hands, and replied: "Didn't I tell you? The deepest part of the mountain and sea world, the home of lost dreams, and the place where time is disordered--Liegushe."