When someone with depression enters the horror game

The silk socks are like frost, and the jade feet are like crescent moon hooks. The beauty is ashamed and hurts, and she is sweating profusely for a while.

Shen Lian looked at her feet, feeling quite guilty.

"Didn't Xianggong say that he is a doctor?"

Shen Lian seemed to hear the sound of gnashing of teeth again.

"Sorry, I overestimated my medical skills." Shen Lian covered her face with her hands.

The beauty remained silent, as if she was too lazy to speak to Shen Lian.

"How about this, lady, there is a land temple half a mile ahead, I will help my lady to go there."

The beauty nodded.

So the lonely men and widows staggered on their way again in the chaotic bones, so pitiful.

Shen Lian lit the torch.

In the land temple, only the faded dark yellow curtain remained, and a dilapidated statue of a god stood there alone, with eyes wide open.

Shen Lian walked over to straighten the crooked censer, but the layers of curtains shattered, exposing the covered scarecrow.

"Then... what is that..." Jiaren said with a trembling voice, stepping back step by step.

"Scarecrow." Shen Lian explained.

The beauty breathed a sigh of relief and stroked her chest.

Shen Lian said again: "The king killed his subjects, hollowed out their internal organs, peeled off their skins, stuffed their stomachs with straw, and stood them in the temple to warn future generations." (Note)

Another gust of wind blew, and the beauty turned pale.

The fire was suddenly extinguished.

Hearing a gasp from Jiaren, she hugged Shen Lian in the darkness.

"My husband... I'm so scared..."

Warm and fragrant nephrite, exhaling like orchids.

"Don't be afraid, I'll do nothing if the dirty things come."

Another burst of deja vu silence.

But I saw a ball of light slowly moving forward outside the air leaking wooden door, and it was about to enter the temple.

The beauty in her arms trembled even more.

Shen Lian also trembled, he didn't have time to take the medicine today, and the side effects came up.

"Squeak—" The wooden door made a tooth-piercing sound.

The door opened.

The room suddenly lit up.

The middle-aged beautiful woman who just came in held a red treasure palace lantern wrapped in filigree, and looked at the shivering dog and man who hugged each other in silence.

Shen Lian pushed away the beautiful woman in her arms.

"You two are really interested."

The beautiful woman wore her bun in a bun, her temples were full of flowers, and when she was talking, the blue butterfly on her head slanted and trembled slightly, like a living thing.

"Who are you..." the beauty asked timidly.

There is no shop in front of the village, no store in the back, and at this hour in this world, a beautiful woman with no luggage on her back appears, how can it not be frightening?

The beautiful woman covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "I am the wife of this land god."

Both Shen Lian and Shen Lian subconsciously glanced at the earth god whose paint surface was peeling off in the temple.

I'm so down and out.

Look at the lady of the land again, the colorful embroidery is brilliant, very graceful.

Mrs. Land raised her slender eyebrows, and a little mole under her eyes was very attractive: "The night is long, why don't you have some fun with my concubine?"

She seemed to be deliberately ignoring another beauty.

The beautiful woman crouched in a corner with her bundle in her arms, but kept staring at her.

The land lady glanced into the corner.

Unexpectedly, the beauty spoke in the shadows.

"Although the land is small, it is also a god. How can anyone let his wife run around? This should not be the case. I don't know what is obscene, so it has been said through the ages that there are dirty and unscrupulous gods in this temple. It is wrong." ( Note)

The voice is graceful, the tone is not too fast or slow, still like pearls falling on a jade plate, it is forgetful to listen to it.

Mrs. Land still smiled gracefully, moving her lotus steps lightly.

She pinched the beauty's snow-white neck.

The beauty's eyes widened, but she couldn't struggle, and her breathing gradually weakened.

The burden in his hand gradually slipped.

"It's really beautiful in autumn when the butterflies are dying and the orchids are dying," Mrs. Land sighed, "Don't pretend, your little husband-in-law won't love you."

Shen Lian, who was huddled in another corner and stood side by side with the human skin scarecrow, said that he still needed a pack of melon seeds.

The beauty opened her mouth when her jade neck was strangled and she was dying: "What is this concubine pretending to be..."

The land lady let go of her neck, picked up the package on the ground before she could react, and shook out the contents.

"Young lady is really prepared, she even prepared a piece of human skin."

"Hey, let me guess, the girl must have told the young man that there was a famine at home, and she was sold to a high school by her parents, but the main room was humiliated and scolded, and she couldn't bear to escape the sad story..."

"You painted skin ghosts, you always say the same thing, you're really deceiving my little gentleman..."

Miserable and miserable.

Long experience.

The author has something to say:

annotation:

1. There are scarecrows in the Ming Dynasty

2. This sentence is from Pu Songling, the author is just a porter, and changed the original "this village" to "this temple".

Mrs. Land is also in "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", Volume 30, No. [-], eight articles.

Who would have thought that I would be torn apart inside Liaozhai haha.