When someone with depression enters the horror game

A few old women in black sacrificial robes walked towards the woman beside Shen Lian, and pulled away their holding hands.

The woman didn't struggle, but turned her head and gave Shen Lian a loving smile.

She has an ordinary face, but this smile is beautiful and maternal.

She was stripped of her clothes, and was pressed and knelt on the wooden boat.

Another group of women came over with honey and forcibly poured it down on the women.

This is this year's new honey, the best peach blossom picked by the bees in the hive, Shen Lian can even smell the sweetness in the air.

The clan elders and the sorceress stood aside solemnly, while the villagers, men, women, young and old, gathered in a pile, with their necks stretched out, as if many ducks were being pinched by invisible hands, staring at them with wide eyes. watch. (Note)

None of them would pay attention to Shen Lian in the crowd.

The woman has diarrhea.

The women in black robes are still pouring honey, and no one has cleaned up the dirt.

Shen Lian knew what they were going to do.

Ship punishment originated from ancient Persia.

The whole body of the woman is covered with honey.

Several children lowered their heads and excitedly gathered together and whispered.

The woman didn't make a sound during the whole process, but her eyes kept falling on Shen Lian in the crowd.

There seemed to be a jade arm wrapped around Shen Lian's neck. The man breathed softly and said leisurely: "Little Xianggong, is this your mother? Xiaoxianggong, this is your mother. This is your mother." ah."

"How did you make her suffer so much, how could you be so indifferent..."

"You are really not human."

"You are so ruthless."

"Are you just looking at your mother's body like this, watching her being humiliated like this?"

"Tsk..."

The voice of Painted Ghost.

"How could she be my mother?"

The wooden boat is pushed into the pool water.

The women on board actually started singing.

"The concubine's first hair covers the forehead, the peach blossom makeup and the slender waist dance..."

"It is rumored that the flower letter is washed by the rain, and the boudoir is out of the boudoir when the peach blossoms..."

"The back room is full of sticks and cuts Chunluo, and Dongpu Huadiaoxiang comes out of the house..."

She lowered her head, as if thinking of words.

"My son died in a stone urn and was buried under a new peach blossom tree..."

"My son is trapped in the dowry box, sleeping in the colorful fallen leaves..."

"Under the peach blossom tree, the bones are sold in mud, and under the peach blossom tree, the bones are sold in mud..."

"My husband abandoned me in front of Luotang, peach blossoms still shade the back eaves..."

"The banquet of the chief horn laughs at Yan Yan, the mountain peach blossoms are all over the head, the mountain peach blossoms are all over the head..."

"A stream of spring water shoots mountains and streams..."

She suddenly raised her head, looked at Shen Lian, and continued singing.

"My son died in a stone urn, and peach blossoms burst out into laughter..."

"My son is trapped in the dowry box, the peach blossoms are falling like red rain..."

"My son stands in front of the pool, and the square pool is like a mirror..."

"You can count the green bamboo leaves by the pool, and two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo..."

"Now the peach blossoms are half-covered, it seems that the most affectionate is not in bloom..."

"My son is standing in front of the pool, as if waiting for the peach blossoms to bloom..."

"Peaches are floating, plums are flying, and there is nowhere to find them. When the flowers fall and the bones are buried!"

Painted Skin Ghost's cold hands were still clinging to Shen Lian's neck, like a slippery poisonous snake spitting out a letter, she said softly: "Oh, peaches are floating and Li Fei has nowhere to go, when flowers fall and people die, The little gentleman is so pitiful, your mother cursed you to death..."

"Peaches are floating, plums are flying, and there is no place to find them. When the flowers fall and the bones are buried..." The woman was still naked, singing vicious prophecies on the wooden boat, cursing her third son.

She had given birth to three idiots in her life, and she herself seemed to have gone crazy.

The sorceress closed her eyes and chanted Wu Zhu's incantation in a low voice, the clan elder established his majesty, the women pointed at the broom stars in the pool, the men stared where they shouldn't be, and the children laughed lowly.

The broom star in the pool seemed tired of singing, stopped for a while, and then began to cry for her dead mother on the boat. (Note)

Shen Lian stood there quietly, with neither neurotic cursing songs nor desolate cries in his ears, nor the whispers of the villagers.

"The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy." (Note)

Another voice rang in his ear——

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

The spring water in Fangchi is as clear as the mirror.

He also seemed crazy.

The author has something to say:

In this article, some of the poems are used as a collection of sentences, and some of them are original.

In terms of sentence collection, because these poems are usually fragmented memories, I don't bother to find out the source, just say what I should remember.In short, there are Li Bai from my family, Li Shangyin, Tao Yuanming, Su Shi, and Cao Xueqin and Cao Gong.

"The concubine's first hair is covered, and there is a drama in front of the door. Lang rides a bamboo horse and makes green plums around the bed." - Li Bai's "Long Qian Xing"

"Peaches float and Li Fei has no place to find, when flowers fall and people are buried." - Cao Xueqin "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Song of Funeral Flowers"

Ah... the rest of the memory is hazy, so be it.

Note: I still use Mr. Lu Xun's stalk, I like him very much.

"Old Shuan also looked over there, but he saw the backs of a bunch of people; their necks were all stretched out, like many ducks, held by invisible hands and lifted upwards." ——Lu Xun's "Medicine"

"Downstairs a man is dying of illness, the family next door is singing on the gramophone, opposite is playing with children. Upstairs are two people laughing wildly; there is the sound of playing cards. On the boat in the river there is a woman weeping for her dead mother. Human tragedy Huan and Huan are not connected, I just think they are noisy." - Lu Xun's "Only Collection"