Be pampered at the Dream Hunting Ground

Gu Xiaofeng looked at the ghost trembling with anger, and pointed to the Grim Reaper puppet on the coffee table in front of him: "See if it's your grandma inside."

Xu Yangyang looked at the Grim Reaper puppet.

It feels nothing.

"My grandmother is in there?"

Gu Xiaofeng: "This is the only thing we found related to the deceased. As for whether it is your grandmother, you have to confirm."

"But I don't feel her at all."

"She's weak, weaker than you."

"Why... why is this happening?" Xu Yangyang combined his own experience, and the whole ghost was not well.

"It doesn't rule out what you think, but there may be other reasons."

"what reason?"

"Sleeping."

If the last force in the hunting ground was emitted by the deceased in the puppet, then there is another possibility that the deceased, in order to save them, to be precise, to save Xu Yangyang, burst out beyond her soul. The energy of the power, and then collapsed.

After all, under the circumstances at that time, if they died, Xu Yangyang would also disappear into the hunting ground.

However, he still can't confirm the identity of the deceased in the doll, those are just his guesses.

Without confirmation, he couldn't speak out.

"What should I do?"

"wake."

"What should I do?" Xu Yang was cowardly, but he was not stupid, he knew that Gu Xiaofeng must have a solution if he said this.

"Empathy."

"Empathy?" Xu Yangyang was shocked by the two words thrown out by Gu Xiaofeng, which almost scattered the rest of his soul.

"Don't say you don't know what empathy is."

Some things don't need to be taught by others, and they will be understood naturally when the time comes.

Xu Yangyang has become a ghost, so he naturally knows what empathy is.

Ghosts cannot directly empathize with ghosts, unless there is a living person as a medium.

Only those who can touch ghosts can be mediators.

Empathy is to experience everything the deceased has experienced, and is completely influenced by the emotions of the deceased. Once the consciousness loses control and cannot return to the soul, the person is finished.

People who can see ghosts and encounter ghosts are people with too much yin and unstable souls. If they leave the soul, it will be difficult to return to the soul.

Therefore, no one in this world is willing to act as a medium for ghosts and empathize with ghosts.

So when Gu Xiaofeng proposed empathy, he was shocked.

When Xu Yangyang was alive, there were very few people who showed kindness to him. Although his soul-shattering after death was a deal he voluntarily made with others, the pain of soul-shattering crushed his remaining extravagant hopes for kindness. All that remains is the malice towards him in the world.

Originally, he thought that his ghost life would end like this, but he didn't expect to feel the kindness that he couldn't ask for in his life in Gu Xiaofeng.

As a ghost, Xu Yangyang naturally knows how dangerous it is to empathize with ghosts.

Even if he hates everyone in the world, he is not willing to hurt Gu Xiaofeng.

Xu Yangyang shook his head: "Let's forget it."

"You don't want to see your grandmother?"

"think."

"Come on then."

Gu Xiaofeng suddenly grabbed Xu Yangyang's hand and pressed it on the heart of the death puppet.

The sight in front of me disappeared.

When the scene in front of Gu Xiaofeng's eyes reappeared, he turned into a sophomore in high school, 17 years old, named Xu Yangyang.

For as long as he can remember, his parents have been fighting.

The two or three-year-old child of another family left the adults behind and ran wildly, but he shrank carefully to the corner every day to reduce his sense of existence, lest he would sway a little more under the eyes of his parents and cause another terrible incident Family war, let yourself become a child without a father or a mother.

Mom and Dad have a small quarrel every day, and a big quarrel every three days.

Whenever this happens, he even breathes very lightly, not allowing himself to make a sound.

After the two quarreled, one slammed the door and went out, leaving for the whole night, while the other lay down on the bed for the whole day.

No one cooks, so he learned to make instant noodles at the age of three.

This kept him from starving to death during the long years of bickering with his father and the cold war.

But no matter how careful he was, what he was afraid of still happened.

When he was five years old, his parents divorced.

He, who has been trying his best to live an invisible life, has become an unavoidable problem and has been brought up on the table.

His parents, who had always disagreed, had a rare consensus on him—he was a burden, a burden no one wanted.

After mediation by the Civil Affairs Bureau, the two reluctantly reached an agreement that one would take him for three months, and change him every three months.

That is to say, in his previous future, he would spend three months with his mother, then three months with his father, then three months with his mother, and then three months with his father, and so on.

But on the day of the divorce, his parents had a big quarrel when they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. In a fit of anger, they threw him at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau and left separately.

He looked at the back of his parents and wanted to follow, but he didn't dare, and he didn't know who to follow.

Mom and Dad walked quickly, and before he could figure out what to do, they had disappeared.

He stood alone at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, utterly at a loss and terrified, but he dared not cry with tears in his eyes, for fear that crying would upset his parents and they would not come back to pick him up.

That day, he waited for a long time, tired of standing, squatting, tired of squatting, and sat on the steps.

Sitting on the steps, I was afraid that I would be beaten if I soiled my trousers, so I continued to stand.

But he never waited until his parents came back to pick him up.

The aunt of the Civil Affairs Bureau came out of get off work, saw him squatting by the door, and asked him why he was here alone, but he couldn't tell why.

When he grew up later, he knew that it wasn't that he couldn't speak out at that time, but that he didn't want to admit that his parents didn't want him. He always felt that as long as he didn't speak out, he was not a child that no one wanted.

My aunt had divorced his parents before, and had their contact numbers, but she couldn't get in touch, so she sent him to the police station.

The police uncle at the police station got in touch with his parents.

But people were connected, but they didn't see them coming to pick them up.

In the evening, the police uncle said on the phone that if they didn't come again, they would sue them for abandonment. They said that it wasn't that they didn't come to pick him up, it was because they were out of town and it took time to come back.

Not to mention the police uncle, even he who is only five years old doesn't believe this.

He waited at the police station until midnight, but finally failed to wait for his parents.

The last one to pick him up was his grandmother who had cut off contact with his mother for many years. The grandmother was indifferent to him, but she took him away in the end.

They went back to their grandmother's house overnight, a small county town more than 100 kilometers away from Rongcheng.

Grandma lives in a side room, which is very narrow, dark and dilapidated, with a musty smell that can't go away.

Cook and sleep in one room.

After they got home, grandma cooked two bowls, one for each person.

The lighting is very dim, and it can barely be seen that there are two bowls of gnocchi.

When he was at the police station, the policeman bought a lunch box for him to eat, but after waiting all night and sitting in the car for a long time, he was already very hungry.

Gnocchi with nothing in it, he thinks it is very delicious.

Such delicious gnocchi, after eating, did not cheer him up, but made his eyelids fight with sleepiness.

I haven't slept since I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with my parents.

When he was waiting for his parents at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he was already very sleepy, but he dared not sleep for fear that he would fall asleep and miss his parents who came to pick him up.

Later, when I went to the police station, I did not dare to sleep.

One is that he is afraid of the bad guys brought back by the police uncle, and the other is that he is afraid of missing his parents who came to pick him up.

Leaving the police station, he followed his grandmother in the car for a long time, but he was afraid of being lost again, so he still dared not sleep...

It was not until he was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt that was too old to see its original color, that he fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he woke up from a nightmare.

I dreamed that I was thrown on the street again.

Ever since he was a child, he has been used to being silent. Even if he was awakened by a nightmare, he would just open his eyes suddenly and there would be no more movement.

It was pitch black, with no lights.

He took a big breath, and it was the musty smell he smelled when he followed his grandma into the door. It didn't smell very good, but it dispelled his fear.

Then I heard grandma cough a few times, then reached out and tucked him under the quilt.

His eyelids closed again, and he fell asleep almost instantly, sleeping more securely than ever before.

When he was at home, he always got up before his parents woke up, cleaned himself up, and never dared to sleep until his parents called him.

When I woke up again, grandma had already gotten up and was cooking by the stove.

Terrified, he got up in a hurry, folded the quilt tremblingly, and carefully rubbed against grandma.

Grandma is putting sweet potatoes in porridge.

Turning around to see him, he didn't say anything, just let him scoop up water and wash his face.

He was thrown at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau with only the clothes on his body, and naturally there would be no toothbrush or towel.

But there is a toothbrush and a towel next to the water tank.

Toothbrushes are for adults, cheap toothbrushes that cost one yuan each, and the plastic handles are not very new, not old ones that have been used, but old ones that have been placed for a long time and have lost their luster.

Towels are old but well laundered.

He turned to look at grandma, who turned her back to him and said nothing, but he knew it was for him.

That toothbrush head was too big for him, but he used it with great care.

While washing up, he peeked at grandma, feeling very uneasy.

He seldom goes out in Rongcheng, but he knows his way very well. If he is sent near his home, he can find his home.

It was very late yesterday when grandma picked him up, and the police uncle said that his parents said they were in other places. Although he didn't believe it, he didn't know whether grandma believed it or not.

Maybe he believed it, otherwise grandma wouldn't have brought him back to the county.

He thought that when his parents 'returned' home, his grandmother would send him back.

He didn't have any clothes to change. When he took a shower last night, his grandmother washed the dirty clothes he took off. They hadn't dried yet. Now he had no clothes to wear, so he put on his grandmother's clothes.

Grandma is very thin, but she still looks like an opera singer when she wears her clothes on him.

After eating the sweet potato porridge, grandma went out, and he had no clothes that fit him, so he could only stay at home.

Grandma came back at noon, and only picked up a few cans, two cardboard boxes, and a set of children's clothes.

The author has something to say: I wrote it late yesterday, and I haven't finished it yet. There is still a chapter, which will be updated at [-] o'clock.