Fast Transmigration: Almighty Hang Force

The gloomy gaze was as dark as an abyss, and Fang Yizhen felt his heart constrict suddenly, and the indescribable horror filled all the nerves, blood vessels and cells in his body like a shadow like air.It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a moment. When he looked again, the puppet was still lifelessly held in Ah Yun's arms, facing him with the back of its head like ink hair.

Fang Yizhen moved his numb hands slightly, only to realize that his palms were already sweating.

He wondered in a trance, whether that meaningful look just now, and the slightly upturned smile with blood red lips, was an illusion or...

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Ah Yun spoke anxiously: "Brother..."

Fang Yizhen came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and looked away from the puppet as if avoiding something terrifying.

At this time, the system prompt sounded: "Currently facing a choice. Destroy the puppet or keep the puppet?"

destroy or leave...

Fang Yizhen recalled everything he saw in the short period of time after entering the Red Gate, including the clothes of himself and Ayun, and he had a rough judgment in his heart.The background behind the Red Gate is probably during the period of the Republic of China, and from the conversation between him and Ayun just now, it can be guessed that their father originally made a living by making such evil things.

What is the use of such a spooky thing?Naturally, he was buried with him.

Before the Republic of China, it was popular to bury boys and girls with virgins in many remote and closed areas with harsh folk customs.Mercury was poured into the ears of a living child, and after a while, the child collapsed, but his eyes were open brightly, which was better than a living person.After the Republic of China, this kind of bad habit was banned, and the funerary objects changed from people to gold and jade objects, but there are still many wealthy and powerful families who still retain the saying that "only when people go down can they serve the dead well". This idea, so the industry of making funeral dolls came into being.

Fang Yizhen felt chills all over when he thought that their deceased father had carried too many debts and was haunted by ghosts before he died.Could this, this world... really have ghosts? !

"Ten seconds left. Ten, nine, eight..."

If there really is a ghost... Fang Yizhen resisted the urge to explode his scalp, glanced back at the iron hook with dozens of human skins hanging on it, and thought, his younger sister would probably follow his father's old path.His setting is that he can't bear to let his sister suffer a little harm, so the choice he should make is already very clear.

He said decisively: "Destroy the puppet."

As soon as the words fell, I don't know if it was his illusion, but the puppet held in Ayun's arms seemed to tremble slightly.The smooth black long hair swayed to the ground, covering its beautiful but pale face, revealing a trace of sadness and resentment for no reason.

After making a choice, the system manipulated his body, snatched the doll from Ayun's arms without any explanation, ignored Ayun's screams and cries, locked her in the wooden room, and then went straight to the courtyard , threw the puppet on the ground.

He turned back to the kitchen to get the torch and firewood, moved the puppet to the firewood with a blank expression, and lit the fire with the torch.

Ayun cried miserably and slammed on the door with all his might: "Brother! Brother! Don't kill him! He's the only one alive—!"

The tongue of flames gradually climbed up, licking the flawless face of the man lying lifelessly on the firewood. His pale skin was scalded by the sparks and black holes were scalded one after another, and the long black hair was also gone. Burned by the scorching flames, only a small piece of stubble remained on the top of the head.

The man still opened his eyes dotted with ink pens, staring blankly and deeply at the unknown void.

Fang Yizhen put down the torch, remained silent for a long time, and said, "Brother, now the puppet holding your soul has been destroyed, and you are free. If you have no complaints in your heart, you can enter the path of rebirth and join a good family in the next life. If ... If you resent me for burning your last skin to ashes, you can come to me, but please don't harm my sister Ayun, she is just a child."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Yizhen was stunned.

? ? ?Brother System, what kind of grudge?

He cried bitterly in his heart: Brother, if you really become Piao Piao, please don’t come to me, your death has nothing to do with me and Ah Yun, if you want to find it, go to the person who killed you Well, thank you thank you.

The crackling of sparks sounded intermittently, and Ayun's cries in the wooden room gradually weakened.Fang Yizhen was still immersed in the depression of being miserable by the system, and didn't notice that the black eyeballs of the puppet lying in the fire suddenly turned slightly, and with difficulty turned his gaze to Fang Yizhen who was blurred by the smoke.

Those jet-black pupils were like a bottomless abyss, without a trace of life, only a deep silence.

It wasn't until the puppet was burned to ashes that Fang Yizhen let out a sigh of relief and let Ayun out of the wooden house.Ayun was tired from crying, hugged his knees and curled up in the corner, sobbing from time to time.

Fang Yizhen took off all the human skin from the iron hook.The slippery and cold touch on his hands made Fang Yizhen feel bad all over. He almost wanted to die. If he could control his body, he would have hid far away. After touching these human skins, he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight. up!

Ayun asked pitifully, "Brother... what are you going to do?"

"Bury them well. Although they have passed away before, it is still your fault to steal their skins. If you don't want to follow your father's path again, you should listen to your brother and stop being stubborn. Go to school obediently like other girls, okay?"

Ayun buried his face between his arms and did not speak.

Fang Yizhen sighed, walked out of the house, found a place with no houses nearby in the depths of the empty alley, dug a hole and buried all the human skins.

The souls of these people have not been trapped in the puppets, and the wandering souls are easily captured by the Taoist priests and then scattered, so they have probably already reincarnated. Fang Yizhen is not worried that they will embarrass him and Ah Yun.But he still lit the incense, so that he could worship.

After this incident, Fang Yizhen locked the wooden house and did not allow Ayun to take a step closer. After a few days of sadness, Ayun returned to normal with a smile on his face.

After a few days.Fang Yizhen came back from school on a tattered old bicycle with a messenger bag on his back. Just as he rode into an alley with uneven roads, he was stopped by a middle-aged man who was sitting on the threshold of his house smoking a cigarette: "Xiaozhen! , is school over?"

The man's voice was rough and hoarse, very unpleasant.When Fang Yizhen heard someone calling her, she got off the bicycle, turned her head to look over, and greeted him with a smile: "Uncle Zhao, good afternoon."

After a few days of adaptation, Fang Yizhen has figured out the background of this link.

This is indeed the Republic of China, and his current body is also called Fang Yizhen, and both in appearance and figure, he is himself a few years younger.This feeling is like being in a parallel world, Fang Yizhen finds it quite fresh.

The place where he lived was at the end of this alley that was divided into slums.Uncle Zhao who stopped him was his father's friend at the gambling table when he was young, and later established a "long-term cooperative relationship"-Uncle Zhao is a grave-digger, but his skills are not good, and he can't dig a good grave. Surrounded by mass graves a mile away, struggling to make ends meet.And after looting the few funeral belongings, Uncle Zhao would pour mercury down the heads of those corpses, peel off a full layer of human skin, and take them back to sell to his father.

It is estimated that Ayun bought the dozens of human skins in the wooden house from Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao held a cheap cigarette between his withered and sallow fingers, his nails were chapped, his skin was wrinkled, and both sides of his face were deeply sunken, with only cloudy eyeballs protruding high, his face was a bit sinister.He squinted his eyes, glanced up and down at the tall, clean and handsome young man, a trace of greed flashed in his bloodshot eyes, and then he grinned: "Xiaozhen, I haven't been to Uncle Zhao's house for a long time, come in and sit down." sit?"

Fang Yizhen declined: "Thank you Uncle Zhao, but Ah Yun is coming back from school soon, I have to go home and make dinner."

Uncle Zhao rubbed the cigarette with his fingers: "Speaking of Ayun, she hasn't paid enough for the 'materials' last time. You two children who have no father or mother, I don't want to embarrass you. , but money is really tight these days..."

Fang Yizhen frowned slightly: "Uncle Zhao, how far is it?"

"No hurry, as much as you can give now."

"Okay, I'll go home and get it now, and I'll deliver it later."

"Okay. But I'm going out to buy something. Just take the money and put it on the table."

"okay, I get it."

Fang Yizhen went home and counted the money she earned from odd jobs, and took out everything she needed for living expenses, leaving only a few silver dollars in her hand.Hiss... He once again experienced the pain of living in poverty.

Sighed, talk is better than nothing.

Putting on a few silver dollars, he walked to Uncle Zhao's house.Pushing open the half-open wooden door: "Uncle Zhao?"

No reply, probably already out.

Because Uncle Zhao knew his father very well in the past, Fang Yizhen didn't doubt that he was there, walked to the only room in the courtyard, opened the door and entered.

However, the moment he put the silver dollar on the table, suddenly, a scorching and smelly breath rushed up from behind, and then, two thin hands that burst out with great strength tightly hugged Fang Yizhen's body from behind. Living.

Uncle Zhao's ugly but lustful face showed a hint of intoxication, his peeling lips kept rubbing Fang Yizhen's fair skin on the back of his neck, sniffing his scent greedily: "Xiaozhen, you smell so good, don't move, Uncle Zhao Play a game with you..."

Fang Yizhen was startled, so disgusted that she almost wanted to vomit, and frantically called the system in her head.

"The dog gave me back the control over my body faster than the system!!!"

"...Struggle or obey, please choose."

"Is there still a choice? I'm going to beat him to death!!!!"

"……please choose."

"Struggle, struggle, struggle!!"

In the next second, Fang Yizhen turned around and punched Uncle Zhao's sunken face.

Even after being beaten, the hand that was holding him tightly was not willing to let go, and even greedily wanted to get into his clothes and touch Fang Yizhen's skin. Fang Yizhen's scalp was about to explode. Open, swung up the chair and greeted him directly on the head.

Uncle Zhao was beaten to the ground, two streams of thick blood slowly flowed down from the top of his head, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Damn, it's cheap for you this time. If you dare to touch me again, I will tear your mouth off and pull out your fingers one by one!" Out of anger, he angrily kicked all the chairs over. Before leaving, he glanced at Uncle Zhao, who still had the strength to sit up and rest, and confirmed that he would not die, so he left without looking back.

arrive home.Fang Yizhen immediately took off her clothes and went to take a bath.

All the places touched by Uncle Zhao's rough fingers seemed to be pricked by needles. Fang Yizhen scrubbed and washed repeatedly, until he calmed down before turning off the faucet.

"It's really bad luck..."

He wiped off the water droplets on his body with a towel, and reached for clean clothes.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of breathing in my ear.

It was cold, sticky, and pressed against his ear, which made one feel uncomfortable.

Fang Yizhen rubbed her ears, thinking that water had gotten in.He got the underwear, and when he bent over to wear it, a sudden coolness came from the tailbone, and the slippery coolness moved up along the protruding spine line when he bent down, as if stroking the fine silk treasures Generally, for fear of being wrinkled and damaged, you can only touch it carefully and slowly.

Sen Han's feeling spread from the nerves of the limbs to the depths of the brain, Fang Yizhen straightened up quickly, and looked around vigilantly.

This is a small and dark bathroom. The light on the top is very dim, as if it will be extinguished in a second, and the window is rusted and cannot be closed tightly, leaving a gap as wide as a finger, through which the cool breeze blows in , A corner of the yellow cloth used as a curtain was blown up.

Nothing unusual.

Fang Yizhen felt that she was being suspicious.

At this time, a drop of cold water dripped on his back, and he turned around to see that the hole where the water poured out was not closed tightly.No wonder the back always felt chilly just now.

He wiped off the drops of water nonchalantly, put on his clothes one by one, washed his face, and walked out of the bathroom.

On the second day, he got up early in the morning to make breakfast for Ah Yun, then rode his broken bicycle out of the alley with a steamed bun in his mouth.

There are a lot of people in the slums, but there are not many residents in this alley, probably because Fang Yizhen's father and Uncle Zhao both do the work of making connections with the dead, so they have a very dark air and are afraid of being entangled by ghosts.So Fang Yizhen was a little surprised when he saw three layers of people inside and outside the alley.

The system controlled him to get out of the car and walked towards the crowded place. Fang Yizhen said helplessly, "Brother System, I don't want to watch the excitement, I'm going to be late."

"About you."

As soon as the system said this, Fang Yizhen became curious, and the closer he got to him, the more suspicious he felt in his heart. Isn't this... the door of Uncle Zhao's house?Why are there so many people all of a sudden?

He couldn't squeeze in, so he had to stand on the outermost layer, tiptoe and stretch his neck to look in.

At this time, the conversation of the people eating melons next to him reached his ears.

"...Dead?"

"Yes, I heard that the death was terrible. Last night a thief entered his house to touch something, but he was found dead on the ground. The thief was so scared that he went to call the police."

"What kind of tragedy?"

"I heard what others said. I heard that the intestines were rotten, his face was completely changed, his mouth was torn to the bottom of his ears! And his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets, as if he saw something. It seems that you can't die with peace!"

"There is more," the person who answered the conversation deliberately lowered his voice: "Both of his palms were pulled out! Even his fingers were pulled out one by one! They were really pulled out, not chopped with a knife! You Who can have such great strength to forcibly pull out a person's hand?... Everyone said, it's that thing."

Everyone started discussing immediately.

"This Zhao Er used to go to that sinister place and steal things from the dead. It would be strange if he wasn't remembered."

"That's right, I really deserve death, and this evil thing doesn't harm people randomly."

Fang Yizhen, who was listening on the sidelines, was already in a cold sweat.

Mouth torn... Fingers pulled... Isn't this the cruel thing he said yesterday in a hurry?

How, how come...

"Brother, system brother... With my body, I don't have the problem of sleepwalking in the middle of the night, right? I won't be caught in the prison for tea, right...?"

System: "Unless you turn yourself in to the police station."

Only then did Fang Yizhen feel relieved, but when he thought about how Zhao Er died, he still felt uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, several people in police uniforms came out with solemn faces, and Zhao Er's inhuman corpse was lying on the stretcher that followed.

A gust of wind blew, and a corner of the white cloth covering the corpse was blown up, exposing half of Zhao Er's bloody face.

His bloodshot eyeballs were bulging, and he stared straight at Fang Yizhen's direction, as if he was looking at him, or at a place behind him where he couldn't see anything.

The author has something to say: The part of writing Runaway is purely to satisfy the author's own bad taste, so readers who don't like to read this part can skip it. After all, there are so many worlds behind, and there will always be one you like. Read the article Writing articles is all for fun, and understanding each other doesn't have to be forced ~ meh.