[Comprehensive] Down with the Fujiang Empire!

From the lost crossroads, one after another, miserable screams gradually sounded, and the strange trembling sounds made the bottom of my heart tremble.

Taking advantage of the dim street lights, which are almost invisible, it is as gloomy as a ghost.

I took two mouthfuls of instant noodles and chewed them. Even though I was making dinner, the two women didn't come up to call me.

They ignored me, so I naturally didn't have the heart to talk to them. I leaned against the window and played with my mobile phone, and looked out of the window from time to time. This glance caused the noodle soup in my hand to spill all over the floor.

At some point, the intersection was full of people again. Dark figures stood at the fork, with their heads bowed, looking vaguely depressed and terrifying.

And that scream that was louder than one sentence after another came from the mouths of those figures. The screams were full of despair, and the screams were endless, almost tearing my eardrums.

They were waiting, waiting for someone who would pass by the intersection and read their fortunes.

At this time, the old woman downstairs with a high fever started to cry, panicked and frantic, she shouted: "Quickly close the window! Close the door! Don't let anyone in!!"

"They! They are coming!! Close it!"

"No, no, no...he will come back too! Open the door, open it!"

window?

I remembered that the old man told me before that it is best to close the doors and windows at night.So I closed the window with my hand, glanced at the lonely figures standing below one after another, and turned to go downstairs.

The living room was in a mess, the old woman was confused and stubbornly getting up to open the window, the two women were eating at that time, when they woke up, they started to toss again, the old woman's clothes were pulled, and the food on the table was scattered all over the floor.He bumped into the wall and accidentally turned off the light in this room.

I stood at the door and watched them tearing their clothes and yelling without expression. Suddenly, a slow knock on the door broke the quarrel, and there was a dead silence.

Accompanied by the eerie ghost-like screams outside, the knock on the door became extremely strange.In the middle of the night, who will knock on the door?I saw the two young women with extremely bad expressions, staring at each other as if they were frightened.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

who is it?Who's out there?Is it the figure waiting for divination?

A grim smile floated on the old woman's originally bleak face, she easily broke free from the shackles of the two women, stretched out her old hands to straighten her somewhat messy hair, and walked towards the gate in a vain step, as if she was going to receive her beloved the same people.

Fangzi, Fangzi, open the door quickly.

Hey, old man, here I come—

The human intuition made the two women retreat in horror, trembling step by step, and with a slight sound, they hit the window.However, at the same time, there was a piercing sound like fingernails scraping on the blackboard behind them, crunching—creaking—the sound seemed to be scratching their bones, piercing through their heads until the bloody sting.

"Ah... will my wish come true?"

There was a horrible pause, I stood by the side playing with my mobile phone, turned my head silently and took a picture of the person climbing on the window.

Japan is worthy of being a country of ghost stories, even Cos can be seen anytime and anywhere.

I stared at the person I just took with my phone, and felt a little strange touching my chin.

The two women were so frightened that their teeth were chattering. The horror on their faces could no longer be described in words.

The one lying on the window can no longer be called a human being.

Mummy-like skin, torn clothes, thick red mucus slowly flowing from her eye sockets and rotting skin, and skeleton-like hands scratching the glass window.There was a hideous wound on the neck, as if it had been cut more than a dozen times, and white maggots were still slowly wriggling from the wound that did not flow out of blood.

The night of screaming, the night is ferocious.

"I love the beautiful boy at the crossroads to death." The red slime fell on the window with a patter, and the female corpse cracked its teeth and turned its lips, crying eerily, "Say, my wish will come true ?"

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4. When the beautiful boy at the crossroads hits Fu Jiang (4)...

When he is not there, those undead will run out like crazy.

Fang... son..., hurry up... come... open... the door for... me...

Oops, old man, look at my old waist...wait a minute.

The old woman bent over and smiled to help open the door for those who were locked outside.The knocking on the door was still going on slowly, but the screams at the crossroads were getting closer and closer.

Ah, this mobile phone, which has been used for more than a few years, finally ran out of battery.

I watched the old screen of my phone flicker a few times before finally going dark.Restarting several times didn't help, so I could only put my phone in my pocket and prepare to go upstairs to charge it.

"Hey... hey... where are you going...?" The two women who were huddled in the corner, scared by the dead body on the window, looked at me with tears streaming down their faces, and waved their trembling hands towards me, begging for help. Said, "...where are you going?"

I looked back at them strangely, patted my pockets and said, "Go upstairs to charge."

"But……"

Leaning at the person lying on the window, it creaked and scraped the window, its skeleton-like body pressed tightly against the glass window, tilting its head and grinning.The two of them huddled tightly together, begging for help in Japanese with tears in their eyes.

Raising my eyebrows slightly, I turned my head and stared at it blankly. Could it be that it wants to play divination at the intersection?After thinking about it like this, I figured it out, and I said to it: "You...your wish...will never come true."

Those who disturb others in the middle of the night will not be rewarded.

"Ahhhhhh!" The person on the window screamed excitedly, holding a sharp blade in one hand, and it slashed fiercely on the neck, scarlet slime and maggots rattled Sprayed on the windows, it was disgusting.It was screaming, and the long words contained despair and hatred that could not be redeemed, "The beautiful boy at the crossroads, I love you! I love you to death!!"

The wound on the neck was getting deeper and deeper, and I watched it act frantically.No matter how thick the neck is, there will always be a day when it will be chopped off.

With a soft hiss, the sticky maggots slammed endlessly, and the head was chopped off by it with a blade.The head blew past like a black wind, and its desolate scream could be heard far away: "I love you! I love your beauty!!"

Ah, now not only people are crazy, but even these zombies are crazy too?

No... This seems to be not Cos.

However, my phone is really dying.

I didn't pay attention to those two women any more, and walked upstairs humming a messy little tune, ready to go upstairs to find a charger to charge my phone.

Yoshiko... Yoshiko... hurry up...

Oops, old man, my waist is about to die...

"and many more!"

At night, those two Japanese women who didn't give me dinner ran towards me, screaming tearfully, "Don't go, don't go! Take us!"

I glanced at them expressionlessly, and continued walking up to the second floor without hindrance.

Ah, charging and charging, the phone must not be turned off.

I hurried upstairs to install the charger on my phone, and I was relieved until the phone showed the charging status. I turned my head and saw the group of zombies climbing on the windows of various houses in the mist without any surprise.

"The beautiful boy at the crossroads..."

"I love you..."

"Let me see your beauty again..."

"Where are you, beautiful boy at the intersection..."

I dug out a bag of potato chips and munched dumbly.The two shivering women clutching the corners of my clothes were sobbing quietly in the dark room, calling for Mom and Dad with dazed eyes.

Dad... Mom...?

If you call this, you might as well just call God.

I lowered my head and flipped through my phone, only to find it was only charged to one bar.

"Fu Jiang! Fu Jiang! Where's my Fu Jiang?"

"My lovely Fu Jiang, I brought you caviar..."

There was a knock on the door downstairs, and the old man's voice came from far and near.There was another knock on the door, the slow voice was gloomy and low, as cold as a ghostly wind blowing from behind.The old man's slow footsteps began to climb up the second floor, and he muttered in a low voice while pushing open one door after another.

The girl named Fu Jiang didn't seem to be found in the first few rooms. The old man dragged forward slowly with heavy steps, and a strong smell of blood also melted into the fog, getting closer and closer.

"What...what to do..." Miyamoto Yue, who took care of the old woman with me that morning, cried, she almost tore my clothes to pieces.I glanced at her lightly, and continued to fiddle with the phone. I could vaguely see skeleton-like female zombies crawling across the window of the house, and the entire foggy town shrouded in white mist fell into a terrifying night.

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5. When the beautiful boy at the crossroads hits Fu Jiang (5)...

"Little Tomie... where are you..."

There are ten rooms on the second floor of the hotel, six to the left of the stairs and four to the right of the stairs.In the innermost of the four rooms, one is a toilet and the other is a miscellaneous room.

Next door to me is the toilet.

The footsteps of the old man were slowly approaching the room where I lived, and I could almost see a black shadow reflected on the snow-white sliding door.

Tick.

There was the sound of water dripping.

The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose.The black shadow slowly raised his hand, touching the door opening bit by bit.