Tianshi Museum

Xia Zha's affirmation and acceptance failed to pull the evil spirit out of the abyss of pain.

Because he can't identify with himself.

Only self-salvation can free him from purgatory.

The extremely negative emotions gradually piled up and became the energy of the evil spirits, and the yin energy surging in his body became thicker.There was a desperate sob in his mouth, a lot of half-length hair fell off, floating in the air and turning into nothingness, the new hair was short and hard, combed back one by one, as if growing on his head barbs.It didn't take long for the hair replacement to end, and the red dress on his body changed into a decent men's suit.

The changed ghost covered his face and cried loudly.

He said, "I'm sorry, I'm not normal."

"Normal people..."

"Normal people..."

"Normal people..."

He repeated it over and over again, never letting go of his hands covering his face.Grief caused Yin Qi to gather into red blood, which flowed out from his fingers and landed on the lake drop by drop.

On the lake full of moonlight, where the blood is messed up, the reflection of the evil spirit is still wearing that beautiful long red dress.

As the breeze blew, the blood dripping in the lake fainted, and then turned into steaming black air, carrying a breath of despair.

After the lake was disturbed, the red dress in the reflection also disappeared.

Xia Zha repeated the words "you are normal", but the evil ghost immersed in grief still didn't notice it.He pursed his lips and frowned slightly, empathizing with the great sadness.

Shen Gong was silent.

Gradually, the yin energy emitted by the evil ghost turned into a streak of black, drifting towards the nearby residential area.

Seeing this, Xia Zha immediately raised his hand to block the Yin Qi and gathered it in his palm.

Shen Gun looked at his palm: "This is the source of the curse."

Xia Zha nodded, absorbing the painful Yin Qi.After all the Yin Qi penetrated into his palm, he closed his eyes.

Shen Gun didn't stop his movement, but only showed a guarded posture, quietly guarding Xia Zha's side.

By the lake, the evil spirit was still covering his face and weeping bitterly.

After a long time, Xia Zha opened his eyes, and said in a melancholy voice, "I heard it."

Shen Gun: "What did you hear?"

Xia Zha: "Voice, criticism, and despair."

In this boundless and silent night, the air was full of gloom, and the sound of the wind turned into howls. Xia Zha's voice was extraordinarily warm in the night, as if it could dispel the coldness in the air.

"I feel like I should be a girl."

"Like cute things."

"I like handmade."

"I like long hair."

"I want to wear a skirt."

"I don't want to play football with boys."

"Hate fighting."

"Hate dirty."

"I want to be... a gentle person."

Every time Xia Zha said a sentence, the voice of the evil ghost crying would become smaller, until Xia Zha chuckled and said, "It's all very cute thoughts."

The cries of the evil spirit stopped abruptly.

Although he still didn't let go of his hands covering his face.

At this moment, the memories and thoughts of the evil ghost gradually became clear, and he remembered what happened before he committed suicide.The past flooded into my mind, filled with chaotic memories little by little.

But when I think about it carefully, there was not much to be happy about in the first half of my life.

——I actually like girls’ things, what a mother.

—— Stay away from that sissy, hang out with girls every day, if we get too close to him, we will become sissies too.

—how about we tear up his books and put some skirts in his drawers?Anyway, he doesn't like it very much.

——Even if he is a big guy in women's clothing, he should be a thin boy. Ma Weiqi puts on a skirt... oh my god, it's so nondescript, just thinking about it makes my eyes pissed off, and I get goosebumps all over the place.

——Son, even if it’s for your mother, can’t you be normal? !What do your neighbors think of you like this?Do you still want to get married?How many people in your hometown are waiting to introduce you to someone. You are not a man or a woman every day. What do you let them say about you, your father and your mother?

——Yes, that’s right, I just care about what others think, and I live for others, what’s wrong? !Your father and I have been busy for most of our lives, and when we die, we don’t want to be judged by our relatives and neighbors, saying that our son who has worked so hard to raise is actually mentally abnormal!

—I might as well never have given birth to you!You go, don't go home if you can't figure it out!

……

All kinds of bad words came to my face, countless.

The evil ghost floating in the air curled up.

In my impression, it seems that I have not heard encouragement and support, but the support of others is temporary, and I still have to close the door to live my own life in the end.

Everyone wants to live for themselves, but at the beginning of their birth, they have been bound by various relationships.No matter how many positive words you have and how much courage you have accumulated, you will be vulnerable to the disgust and persecution of your family members.

In fact, the opposite is also true. No matter how much criticism from the outside world, as long as the support of relatives, it will become irrelevant.

Unknowingly, the evil spirit's hand grew on his face, and the palm of the hand was inseparable from the flesh of his cheek.

"Why, some people always say that home is a harbor." The evil ghost's face was tightly covered by palms, and the voice was dull and difficult to distinguish, "I don't think so."

After finishing speaking, he repeated dryly: "Not necessarily."

Xia Zha listened quietly, and murmured softly, "Is it a blessing to meet relatives who are willing to accept me?"

Shen Gun looked towards the lake: "In this way, there are many people with shallow fortunes in the world."

On the surface of the lake, the ghost in a suit became more transparent.

Xia Zha knelt down and whispered to the evil spirit, "Sorry, I couldn't help you."

The evil ghost shook his head, his body filled with yin.

"My obsession is to be affirmed," he said. "When I was kicked out of the house by my family and moved here, I kept wondering if I was really wrong-I was crazy and I should receive treatment. Correct gender cognitive impairment and be a normal person.”

"Then I bought a wig."

"It's really beautiful." Speaking of this, there was obvious joy and longing in the hoarse and dull voice of the evil ghost. "The moment I put it on, I was really happy, very happy."

"Why can't I like what makes me so happy?"

Shen Gun and Xia Zha didn't interrupt him, and listened quietly to his intermittent confidance.

"You are very powerful, you should be able to see that my curse can only last for a month or two."

Xia Zha nodded: "Yes."

Limited by ability, the curse of the evil spirit is just an illusion, and its duration is also limited.

"He... When I was wearing a wig, my co-tenant saw it." The evil ghost paused, "He posted the photo on the Internet, announced my name and address, called me a pervert, and told everyone to be careful about me. Kind of person. He also called the agency and made noise in the community, just to force me to move out."

"Later, people in the nearby community all knew that there was a pervert living here."

The evil spirit wanted to take his hand off his face, but tore a piece of flesh, and the blood flowed down like a gush.

He stopped his movements and continued: "I saw the posts on the Internet, and I also saw what they said when they discussed me in the property group."

The swear words are full of disgust, just like the air he exhales is poisonous.

Xia Zha could imagine how unpleasant those words would be.

But what to do now is not to comfort, but to listen.

"He knocked on the lock of my room and threw all my things out of the door one by one. The neighbors saw it and whispered that it's okay, because I'm a pervert, and normal people don't want to live with a pervert under the same roof. .”

"There are even people from other communities who, after reading the posts on the Internet, feel that the abuse on the Internet is not enough, so they come to my house to watch my jokes."

"And then I died."

Xia Zha saw all of what he said when he first absorbed Yin Qi.

What can be said in a few words is actually composed of countless days and nights of suffering.The luggage and clothes that were thrown out when I grew up, and the books that were cut to pieces and the desks that were kicked crookedly when I was a child are equally messy in my memory.

"It should be because I was too unwilling." The evil ghost suddenly tore the flesh with all his strength, and took his hands off his face, revealing a bloody face, "So after I threw myself into the lake, I turned into a ghost."

From the wound on the evil ghost's face, blood flowed down the transparent soul body, and his soul was riddled with holes in an instant.

"Actually, when I curse people, my consciousness is not clear, and I can't control my behavior." The evil ghost explained, "I didn't remember until the memory came back. Whenever my negative emotions reached their peak, I would Divide Yin Qi into those people's dreams, and ask them stubbornly if I am a pervert."

"They said 'yes' no matter how many times they were asked. So I cursed them."

The first to be cursed was his roommate who posted his identity information online and made his affairs known to everyone.

Xia Zha sighed softly.

Eyes can be ignored, words can not be listened to, but there are still injuries that cannot be avoided, leaving scars on people.

Xia Zha injected a ray of pure Yin Qi into the evil spirit, and in an instant, all the wounds on his soul and body were healed.

"Thank you." The evil ghost sincerely thanked.

Xia Zha shook his head: "You're welcome."

"The third person I cursed was a girl, actually... I shouldn't have done anything to her." The evil ghost looked at Xia Zha's hair from the corner of his eye, and murmured, "She encouraged me very gently, give me I sent a private message saying don’t listen to other people’s gossip, it’s good to be yourself.”

"She has rescued stray cats, helped children who walk in the night, and helped me pack my luggage when it was thrown out the door."

"He's a very good person." The evil ghost smiled, the corners of his mouth were cracked to the ears, which was closer to ferocious than ferocious, "But the next day, I happened to hear her chatting with her friends. When others said that I was a pervert, she Nod."

Because I want to integrate into that group, I go along with the opinions of others.

"I entered her dream, and the friend who played her asked him if Ma Weiqi was a pervert. She hesitated for a while, and said it was a bit strange, but as long as other people's affairs don't bother her."

"I don't hate her, she's still a good person...but I can't hold on anymore."

Speaking of this, the evil ghost let out a long sigh of relief: "You two are heavenly masters."

Xia Zha nodded.

"Then can I ask the two of you to save me?" The evil ghost smiled wryly, "Ghosts who have cursed people can still be saved, right?"

"Yes." Shen Gong asked, "What is your last wish?"

The evil ghost shook his head: "No more. My body was salvaged a few days ago, and my mother came to claim it." Having said that, he looked at Xia Zha, "You saw it, right?"

"Yeah." Xia Zha nodded, "I saw it."

He saw a 50-[-]-year-old woman, kneeling in front of the corpse covered with a white cloth, weeping, shouting to the police who asked about the situation: "Of course I care about him, he is my son, who can not care about his own?" child?"

Then, with a grief-stricken expression, she cried sincerely and asked, "But why is he a pervert?"