The house is money, the story is life

"What's the matter?" Zhou Tang looked at Xia Shi whose face suddenly changed, and became nervous, "Is something wrong?"

"This spirit... Her story is not right." Xia Shi said, walked a few steps towards the direction of the undead, stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, closed her eyes and frowned, and when she opened them again, the bottom of her eyes was covered with tears. Layer dignified.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Tang, with shock in his tone: "Her story...is actually more than one."

One soul, one life, one story, in Xia Shi's view, this is a very natural thing, just like the earth's revolution and the falling of an apple, it is the most basic rule that runs in this world, it is irrefutable and unchangeable.

Whether it is a person, a spirit, or any creature, when they have the concept of "I", their story begins.This story is told from the perspective of No.1, which is updated with the activities of consciousness. Every second, even if the body dies, it will continue to write in the state of spirit until the remaining vitality in the soul is exhausted. Consciousness returns to a blank, and all stories will end here.The spirit body dies, leaving only an ignorant ghost, which disappears quietly, is recovered by nature, and enters reincarnation—and when he has the concept of "I" again, it will be another story.

That is to say, even if a person reincarnates several times, there will only be one story written in his soul—the previous story disappears, and then the next story will appear.After reincarnation, there are people who think of their previous lives again. To give a recent example, Xu Zhengran.But that can only be said to be a memory kill inserted into the story called "Xu Zhengran". The content of the story has increased, but the number has not changed.

What's more, the story of the previous life has not been wiped clean, which is another exception.Those remnants of words would sink into the memory of the person concerned, become fragments that happened to pass through the dream, instead of becoming this... onion-like thing.

Um, yes, onions.

The story of the undead feels like an onion.There is one layer above, but if you look closely, there is another layer below.The lower layer is well covered, and if Xia Shifang hadn't accidentally caught a glimpse of an extra, uncovered punctuation, he wouldn't have realized the existence of the lower layer of story.

……What exactly is going on?

Frowning tightly, he closed his eyes again, plunged his consciousness into the depths of the soul of the undead, and tried to read the stacked stories.After looking at it carefully for a while, he realized that the metaphor of onion was still inappropriate. A more appropriate term should be the homework of junior high school students, or the one that has been repeatedly altered-the overlapping state of the two stories is not natural at all. It was as if someone applied a layer of correction tape to the original story, and then re-wrote it on the false blank, creating another miserable "Qiao Yueqiong".

Xia Shi tried to scrape off that layer of "correction tape" from his own strength.This is not an easy job, he must control the strength well, if it is too heavy, it will damage the soul as the carrier below, if it is too light, nothing will be peeled off.Consciousness rubbed against the soul, making a sound that only he could hear, creaking, which made Xia Shi's teeth ache.

The undead began to howl.The stories written on the soul are scraped off bit by bit, which is an extremely painful thing in itself.Xia Shi had to allocate part of his strength to appease her, but he did not slow down for a moment and continued firmly - he had a hunch that when this layer of "correction tape" was peeled off, he would definitely find something extraordinary.

And this layer of story shouldn't have existed in the first place—if I guessed correctly, what was covered up was her own story.

Sure enough, as the story below gradually revealed, the wailing of the undead gradually became quieter—she stared in amazement, all kinds of chaotic emotions floated in her eyes, the corners of her brows and lips were crying or laughing, angry, sad, confused and frightened Alternately walked across the face, and finally returned to a blank daze.The blood red in his eyes faded away, leaving only clear black and white, and turning around occasionally, his eyes swept across Zhou Tang's body, but there was no more murderous aura of wanting to eat his flesh and blood, and he just passed by lightly, as if he was just a stranger.

Her appearance is also gradually changing.The twisted limbs became normal, the hook-like long nails were retracted, the ten fingers showed a neat and clean look, the pink nails were more well-groomed, and there was an elegant white flower on the small nail of the right hand.

The blood clots entangled in the hair disappeared, the hair became smooth, half-length not short, it was a refreshing flaxen color, and the end of the hair was permed with just the right amount of pear blossoms; a rag-like clothes disappeared, replaced by a somewhat wide patient Clothes.

She raised her face to look at Xia Shi, her pale face was full of confusion, but tears welled up in her eyes: "Who... am I? Who am I?"

Xia Shi answered very concisely, without even opening his eyes: "I don't know. I'm watching."

Most of the above story had been scraped off, and while continuing to peel it off, he distractedly read the contents exposed below.

"Qiao Yueqiong" - the first thing that can be confirmed is that this name is real.But she is not from the Tang Dynasty, nor does she have a wealthy father and a sinister husband.She is just an ordinary white-collar worker. She grew up in a second-tier city after [-], and her family conditions are fair. Her parents are both teachers, supporting her two daughters to study.She went all the way to graduate from university, went to a big city to work hard, got a stable job, met someone worthy of love, fell in love, got married, had children, and then died of a serious illness shortly after she became a mother. Next sorry period.

She died, turned into an undead, wandering around the hospital, not knowing who she was or where she should go.Until one day, she ran into her husband who was bringing a child to see a doctor. She was attracted by the cry of the child, and followed her husband back to the house where she lived before she died. Then she suddenly woke up and remembered her name.

What comes back with the memory is not joy, but endless sorrow.She has stayed in that cold house ever since, watching her mother-in-law busy, watching the nanny come and go, watching her husband, who is in his prime, have gray hair long ago, holding the child and mourning at night. Weeping bitterly, my chest, which had no heartbeat for a long time, was suddenly filled with pain.

She tried to hug her husband, and her arms went through his body.She wanted to touch her child, and her fingers passed from the bottom of the cradle.Sometimes, the husband would stare blankly at the direction where she was, and burst into tears while watching, but she knew that what he was looking at was not herself, but the picture behind her.

She sometimes feels that she shouldn't be here anymore.Her stay is meaningless, she can't do anything, she can only be sad with her husband when he is crying.Sometimes she would feel resentful, complaining why God gave her such a life, which was useless and beautiful, but the ending made people so painful.

This resentment grew deeper and stronger.until one day--

Ok?

Wait, "until one day", and then what?

Xia Shi was stunned.He didn't know that "then"——"until one day" was followed by a large blank space, and the content behind it was still covered, and he hadn't scraped it out yet.

Xia Shi cursed secretly, and speeded up to strip that part of the content.This kind of speech that was cut off suddenly in the middle of the sentence was the most uncomfortable. He held back his energy and scratched, only three words were turned over and over in his mind, and then what, then, and then?

At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Zhou Tang just watched Xia Shi fall to the ground with a cry of alarm, he was startled, and hurried up to help him up: "What's wrong?"

Shaking his head in confusion, Xia Shi closed his eyes tightly. After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth——

"Damn it, someone fucked me!"