When someone with depression enters the horror game

The sorceress looked at the idiot boy lying on the bed.

The boy just woke up leisurely, not knowing what night it is.

"There are melon and fruit snacks on the incense table, why don't you eat them?" the sorceress asked.

In fact, none of them thought that they would almost kill this little fool by starving to death.After all, those who were imprisoned in the ancestral hall before knew that the tribute on the incense table was enough to satisfy their hunger.

The teenager on the bed was a little confused.

He subconsciously thought that he deliberately didn't eat those things, maybe before that, he had the will to die.

However, the things engraved in his bones made him smile innocently, as if he heard another insidious self say: "It's for the fairy grandpa, how can I eat it?"

"Everyone has to be respectful to Grandpa Immortal."

The sorceress touched his head and smiled: "Then what have you been doing in the ancestral hall these days?"

"Kneeling there to worship the immortal grandpa, I don't know why, but suddenly fell asleep."

The sorceress nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Then what else?"

He lowered his head to think, and said with some uncertainty: "I seem to see a very beautiful girl..."

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the sorceress, she straightened the quilt for the young man, and said, "Zhao Sanlang, you should rest well."

But the boy retorted: "That girl said my name is Shen Lian."

The sorceress was stunned for a moment, then followed his words and said, "Okay, Shen Lian, take a good rest."

She went out and closed the door gently.

I don't know whether to call this fool a fool or a naive.

The boy inside the door was also dumbfounded

"I... am I called Shen Lian?"

That girl's eyebrows were unpainted but green, and her lips were red without pimples, like a fairy in the sky. She said his name was Shen Lian, and a man named Zheng Qing died. He wanted to die for that Zheng Qing whom he didn't know. .

He rubbed his temples.

Who is Zheng Qing?Very troublesome.

Well, never mind.

The witch is the only literate person here.

At night, she held the scriptures and recited silently, but she didn't want that foolish boy standing behind her, tilted his head in doubt, and asked, "Did the gods protect young children in ancient times? Is the fairy grandfather also protecting me?"

The witch looked at him in amazement.

"How do you know these words?"

The boy took it for granted, "Isn't everyone able to recognize it?"

The expression of the sorceress fluctuated. She turned the divine tome to another page for the boy to recognize.

"Grandpa Immortal is the God of Haotian, and the sacrifices made to him cannot be moved."

"The fairy grandpa blesses the believers in the place where there are five winds and ten rains, and the weather is smooth. The fairy grandpa blesses the believers to be healthy and happy."

"He can also turn into a snake with a human face, so amazing..."

The sorceress grabbed his hand and said excitedly: "Did you really see a girl in the ancestral hall?"

"Yes, it's beautiful, just like a painting."

He thought for a while, then added: "Like the flowers in the painting turned into a fairy."

The sorcerer held the divine tome and rushed out of the room.

The clan elder looked at the crazy witch in front of him, frowned and asked her what happened.

The witch just kept saying: "This is not a fool, this is a gift from God, this is a gift from God!"

When she finally calmed down and explained the cause and effect, the clan elders were also very excited. It was only after the two of them finished their excitement that they remembered that this "gifted" mother was still being tortured.

The witch's expression became condescending again at this time: "Isn't that woman a broom star? The son she gave birth to is not only missing arms and legs, but also a fool."

The clan elder's expression was also not very good: "How many women's bones have sunk in that pond? Ankang's descendants are getting fewer and fewer. Is this the gods punishing us?"

The sorceress closed her eyes, and made another gesture of worshiping heaven: "So, Saburo Zhao is a gift from God. This child will not resent, he seems to have forgotten a lot of past events in the ancestral hall."

The clan elder nodded in relief.

On the second day, the sorceress gently led the Zhao family's idiot along the path, which really shocked many villagers in the fields.

They walked through the peach grove and came to the pond.

She pointed to the shapeless lump on the wooden boat in the middle of the pond and asked the boy, "Do you know the broom star on the boat?" The witch's eyes were extremely meaningful.

The boy shook his head and asked, "Why do you call her Broomstar?"

The sorceress said: "Because she disrespected the gods and provoked the wrath of the thunder, the gods repaid the results on her descendants."

"Do you think it's right to punish her like this? She's still alive. If you think it's wrong, we'll let her go and she can live."

The young man still has no faith, but he knows who he should please at this time. He heard himself say: "When it is red and swollen, it is as bright as a peach blossom; when it is festered, it is as beautiful as cheese." (Note)

This sentence popped up naturally in his mind, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But he forgot that this sentence was originally a satire of a person who uses a pen as a knife.

"This disrespectful woman once cursed you," said the sorceress, "'When the peaches are floating and the plums are flying, when the flowers fall and the bones are buried.'"

"The peach blossoms in this village are about to fall. When the peach blossoms are floating in the sky, it is the time when her bones are buried." He whispered softly.

"How could it be? Blasphemers have no place to bury their bones, so they can only sink to the bottom of the pond to feed the fish."

The young man nodded reassuringly.

As a result, the woman who should have had a chance to survive slowly rotted and turned into a pile of rotten meat covered with all kinds of worms and maggots, feeding and fatting the mandarin fish in the pond.

In the good season when the mandarin fish is fat in peach blossoms and flowing water, people in the village bury the hairy sacrifices, a rooster and a pig, and the auspicious jade jade used for sacrifices in the ground. Cooked raw meat set up a high altar.

Saburo of the Zhao family officially changed his name to "Shen Lian" after being given the name by an envoy, abandoned his stupid past, and became the disciple of the witch, the next "witch" of the village.

He was wearing a black sacrificial robe embroidered with the totems of the ancestors with gold thread, and the big fur and black clothes matched it.Blue, black, yellow and red symbolize the colors of heaven and earth. The upper garment is painted with patterns of sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, and Chinese insects; This extremely complicated sacrificial attire, which took all the women in the village a whole month's embroidery time, proved his different identity from the past. (Note)

He solemnly and piously stepped up to the altar step by step, offering sacrifices to ancestors, heaven and gods.

The women in black robes stood aside, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kneel—"

Shen Lian bent her knees, kneeled three times and kowtowed nine times.

The villagers knelt down with him and prayed devoutly with their eyes closed.

The sorceress still had colorful feathers on her head, her face was smeared with messy oil paint, humming a strange tune, pouring unknown water on Shen Lian's body.

Surrounded by dense incense, Shen Lian felt empty in her heart, as if something was missing.

He worshiped God, thinking of the "God Envoy" he had seen while half asleep, she said his name was Shen Lian, and mentioned a person named Zheng Qing.

"Kowtow—and then kowtow—"

He closed his eyes, thinking of the weird smile and graceful singing voice of the woman who had already fed the fish...

"Peaches are floating, plums are flying, and there is no place to find them. When flowers fall and people are buried..."

Whose bones to bury... Whose bones to bury?

"Kowtow—and then kowtow—"

"rise--"

He stood up, staring at the devout faces of the villagers under the altar.

There seemed to be a girl's lazy voice in his ears.

"Well, it's really boring, don't you think, young man?"

As soon as they stood up, the villagers saw the envoy suddenly appearing behind the boy.

This is the first witch in the village to invite the envoy of God!

The villagers bowed as soon as they accepted their heads, and the clan elders and women in black robes who were standing on both sides fell to their knees with tears in their eyes.

The sorceress has already deducted blood from her forehead.

"God bless this village with peace..."

"God bless this village with peace..."

Unexpectedly, they heard the envoy ask the young man on the altar expressionlessly: "Why didn't you worship me, little Xianggong?"

Everyone held their breath.

The little Xianggong is very handsome, and he is still as independent as a solitary pine. He wanted to kneel down, but he stood up straight, and heard another self say: "You are not a god, why should I worship you?"

What's more, he always subconsciously thinks that those who make him kneel will end badly.This girl seems to know his past.

The villagers under the altar were trembling like sifting chaff, wishing to rush up and knock down the untimely and arrogant head of the young man.

But the envoy kissed the young man's forehead, his teeth were clenched, and he smiled sweetly.

It is really the majestic posture of my husband He Guiyi, who is unique in the world.

"The new witch is really interesting, and it can keep you in good times."

The girl disappeared again, leaving only the villagers under the altar to kowtow excitedly.

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Note: Another meme 2333 of Mr. Lu Xun.

"At that time, as long as it has always been like this, it is a treasure. Even if the nameless swollen poison is born in a Chinese, it will be "red and swollen, as bright as a peach blossom; when it festers, it is as beautiful as cheese." The quintessence of the country is wonderful. "-"Hot Wind. Recollections"

The costumes and sacrificial rites are based on a combination of a costume appreciation book and "Shan Hai Jing". It is impossible to test which one is the costume appreciation. It may be "Chinese Costume Appreciation" published by the People's Posts and Telecommunications Publishing House.