resentment resuscitation

"Hey, it will be hot."

Sure enough, just touching the jade, the tip of the nose became hot as if it was blocked.Mai Dingdong rolled his eyes and understood what he meant.

If you touch it for a long time, you may be able to explode and become a human being.

He touched his nose and automatically stood outside the circle of grudge masters.They have already divided their work and started to put red strings in the hole where the talisman paper was pasted.

With so many people here, I feel very safe, and there is no need to push myself.

The wall lamp shone over, and everyone stepped on their small shadows, except Mai Dingdong.

He looked at his feet awkwardly, and suddenly asked Zhong Mozhi softly:

"Did you know me before?"

The other party took out an ice coke from his pocket and handed it to him, humming.

"How did you know each other?" Mai Dingdong rubbed the bottom of the jar, his heart beating faster inexplicably.

Zhong Mozhi pursed his lips and shook his head, "I don't remember."

"You don't even remember when...?"

"I don't remember." Zhong Mozhi patted his head, "I'm sorry."

"But…"

Then how can he be unreserved to him and act like he is willing to give everything?

Mai Dingdong wrinkled his nose, looking back into the pair of eyes that were as quiet as a pool, as if stuck in his throat.

"I won't lie to you about anything."

The tip of his nose was pinched by two fingers, and Mai Dingdong struggled to breathe.

"What's the matter?" Wen untied the bag, threw a few tokens into the incense burner, and handed over the mirror with strange patterns, "Do you need this?"

The spring that can go back to the past has now turned into a mirror lying in Wen's palm.

The gentle and sly expression had a kind of air of standing on the ground and fanning the flames.

If you look carefully, you can find that his fingertips are also ink-colored tattoos of various patterns.

Mai Dingdong immediately turned to look at Zhong Mozhi.

It's not that I expect him to really show his memory, but I'm afraid that the two will fight again.

Sure enough, the man frowned, bent his knees and bumped the foot of the bed, the iron bed shook, and Wen Ge who was standing on it couldn't help but get tangled and backed away, without holding the mirror——

The mirror fell directly into Zhong Mo's hand.

He was not even willing to take the mirror from Wen.

Mai Dingdong broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time the bustling Master Eliminator also fell silent.

"Be careful." Zhong Mozhi raised his eyes, lightly reminding the grudge remover who had deserted.

The resentment master hurriedly turned around, and found that the human skin monster was crawling and sticking to the ceiling compartment, trying to take out the tokens in the incense burner.He hastened to concentrate, his eyes turned red and imprisoned the wraith's movements.

Looking away, Zhong Mozhi threw down the mirror.

There is no reflection of the person in front of the mirror, only a piece of clean silver.

"I don't know if I can see it." He nodded to Hu Yue, then embraced Mai Dingdong's shoulders, and tapped the mirror with his thumb.

The familiar darkness swept over the senses, but this time there was an unbearable sense of dizziness.

Perhaps because of no purpose, the consciousness was floating and spinning in the distorted flow of time, and Mai Dingdong felt nauseous for a while, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

A few seconds later, the darkness receded like a tide.

He felt his five senses become extremely sensitive, and he could clearly hear the coughing of the villagers a few kilometers away and the shouting of the fishermen on the cliff behind him.

It's just that the body is falling apart, dripping water from top to bottom, and the lungs are stinging like they have been soaked.

He was shocked to realize that he had no hands and feet, and when he looked again, it turned out to be from the perspective of the black mist.

"Zhong Mozhi?" There was no reply.

The warm morning light shone down, but the feet were wet, and the transparent liquid gathered under the line of sight.

It seems to be salty, this is sea water, mixed with the smell of fish.

Mai Dingdong wanted to take a step forward, but felt that his foot was on the cotton.

Look ahead.

In the twilight of the morning, a lush peach tree is bathed in warm sunshine, and the red ribbon flutters with the wind.

The young leaves are stretched, the branches are tall and straight, and just approaching makes people sigh comfortably.

It is a beautiful tree.

"Wait." Mai Dingdong, who squinted his eyes comfortably, suddenly came back to his senses, and stammered, "This is me."

The black mist gathered and dispersed repeatedly, and he was in a miserable state, but he felt the warmth, and instinctively got under the tree and rubbed against the bark.

Taomu didn't resist, and even took the initiative to drop a leaf inside the black mist, slowly expelling its coldness.

The following days passed like a passing day, the sun rose and the sun set, and there were still villagers praying and pouring out blessings, but they could not see its existence.

The peach wood warmed the black mist with its leaves, and it gradually became lively, sticking to the tree from morning to night, wishing to fill the gaps in every leaf.

The picture stopped abruptly, and time and space were torn apart, from which the cry of a child leaked out.

Mai Dingdong felt a soft child bump into his arms, and the child was crying out of breath.

Then he heard himself asking the child what he was willing to give to find grandma.

His voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.It's just a deal, an equal deal that pops up in the countryside to help lost children at will.

It's weird, the smell is so familiar, but it looks like it doesn't know it at all.

Mai Dingdong's lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly asked, "You don't know this child?"

Black Mist actually heard it.Hearing an unfamiliar voice, it didn't panic, and calmly narrated: "Do I need to know anyone?"

icy.

As soon as it finished speaking, Mai Dingdong's consciousness was brought out of this period of time and space.

Black mist appeared in places full of resentment.

It doesn't matter whether the resentment master yells to stop, or the resentful spirit begs for mercy humblely, the black mist just uses the powerful power from ancient times to blow up everything, leaving only ashes.

It is indeed supercilious.

"Come out."

With a shout, Mai Dingdong returned to the room, and sat on the edge of the bed unsteadily.

Zhong Mozhi also felt uncomfortable, he pinched the center of his brows, his chest felt dizzy and stuffy.

"Master." Hu Yue asked worriedly.

"It's okay." He leaned over to grab Mai Dingdong's shoulder, but the other side reflexed to avoid him.

Mai Dingdong grabbed the ring, but he still felt a sense of powerlessness at the same time.

Going in, it seems to know something, and it seems to know nothing.

"Will there be... two fried ghosts?"

Wen smiled and said, "There is only one person who will be called the master. Only when the previous one dies will there be another one."

"So it's always been you." Mai Dingdong raised his chin and looked directly at Zhong Mozhi.

It was him who was under the tree, he was the one who met when he was looking for grandma when he was in adult form, and he was the one who suddenly appeared in front of him and continued to show affection.

The first time he lost his sense of smell, it was because Grandma exhausted her mind to help him find herbs, which lasted for a short time.He lost his sense of smell again in the monastery, and Zhong Mozhi was nowhere to be seen.

Mai Dingdong didn't smile at the corners of his eyes, Zhong Mozhi was a little flustered, leaned over and grabbed Mai Dingdong's shoulder, "Mai Mai."

"I told you I wouldn't lie to you about anything. I'm yours, you know that."

hiss--

Holding the censer, the Master of Resentment Turned his head in surprise.

Mai Dingdong flattened his mouth, but he didn't know what he was wronging.

"As long as I know, I will say anything."

Mai Dingdong has always been careful but open-minded, shrugged his shoulders half a moment ago and said: "You belong to yourself."

"Unhappy?" Wen knelt down and smiled angrily.

"No." Mai Dingdong took out his pocket and threw a bag of tokens into Tan Sheng's hand, "I have a lot here, use it as you like."

To get out of this space, treasures must be enshrined. Without gold, silver and jewelry, tokens can also play a role.It's just a group of people touching their pockets, and it's still a lot worse.

Wen was taken aback, "Where did you get so many?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Mozhi took out another bag and went over, "Use mine."

"He earned it for you? Then it's not surprising." In his words, he still looked down on the grudge master in the small place.

Zhong Mozhi kicked the bed again, and directly kicked Wen off the iron bed and fell.His tone was dangerous, "Mai Mai exchanged it with stones."

"That's amazing." Wen Cong said kindly.

Throwing a bag of tokens into it, the incense in the incense burner began to overflow, sink slowly, and spread throughout the room.

The beds bulged up again, and the dead bodies that had been blown up by Zhong Mozhi fell into the beds again, and everything was refreshed and restored.

The drummer was the first to break the silence and whispered, "We can go up."

No one dared to move.

Wen bent his long legs, pulled the edge of the hole, and jumped in with a half-smile.

The other resentment masters were silent and stared at Mai Dingdong.

He walked to the lower side of the hole in two steps, missed the ceiling in one jump, froze for a moment, pushed the foul-smelling corpse down, stepped on the creaking iron bed, and pulled the ceiling smoothly.

A hand fell on the hollow of his knee, trying to help him up.

Mai Dingdong quickly turned his head, "Don't pull my pants again!"

again.

The crowd was silent.

"Don't pull." Zhong Mozhi let go of his hand obediently, and put his palm on Mai Dingdong's feet, letting him step on it.

The higher you go, the worse the stench.

The passage connecting the holes is as narrow as a chimney, and the pungent stench pours down, and densely packed human skin sand monsters are looking around at the top, with strange smiles.

Wen Ge, who was crawling on the top, moved quickly, and quickly opened the distance when he was stuck on the bricks.

Mai Dingdong crawled behind him and stopped at a fork to look around.

"Go to the right." A man's voice came from below.

Mai Dingdong said a word, put his knees against the edge of the passage, turned his body and lay down on the right pipe.Some bright colors seep in from the iron pipes from the gaps.

"Don't be angry anymore." The ankle was touched by a finger, and the deep voice drilled from the back to the ears, and the male hormones were released anytime and anywhere, causing goose bumps.

Mai Dingdong was startled, and suddenly withdrew his ankle, the space was too small and he couldn't stretch it, so he could only use his arms to speed up and crawl forward.

"Not angry, I just feel weird."

"What's so weird?"

The only sound was the thump and thump of a few people advancing through the pipe.

No need to guess, the Grudge Elimination Master behind must listen to the movement here.

Mai Dingdong didn't dare to directly say that he was a mahogany tree, so he pondered for a while and said, "When you helped me find my grandma, that kind of unfamiliar tone."

The ankle was pulled, and the rough fingertips opened the trousers, caressing the smooth skin of the calf, and the other party sighed and said, "You idiot, that's not me."

Mai Dingdong hissed, extremely sensitive, arched his back, and hit the rusty iron pipe with his back, brushing off a piece of dust.

"Let go, let go."

"It's very sad." The fingertips went up along the bent knees, and violently pulled Mai Dingdong's hip bone towards his chest.

Mai Dingdong secretly thought that it was not good, and the forearm supported by the pipe stretched forward, trying to get stuck in the gap to prevent being pulled away.

In the end, he was still rubbed with ashes, his hip bones were grabbed by both hands, and then he maintained the original kneeling and crawling posture, his back warmed up, and he was pulled into a hard embrace.

"Very sad."

The man's breath sprayed on the pinnae, Mai Dingdong's trousers had been rolled up to the knee sockets as the body moved back, and the man's powerful heartbeat was pounding along the spine.

He turned his neck in embarrassment, but sent his chin to the opponent's hand with his own hands, his cheeks were puffed up, and he said dryly: "I didn't think it was you at first, but under the tree, and then in the suburbs..."

Talking nonsense for a long time, just let the other party understand one thing.

It was this grudge-removing master who really admitted the wrong person.

The inside of the narrow pipe is even tighter, and the oppressive feeling of an adult male is too strong. Mai Dingdong feels as uncomfortable as if he had climbed a thousand ones.

His cheeks were pinched, his mouth was pouted into an O, and he said with difficulty: "Let's go out and talk about it."

The other masters of resentment were getting closer and closer, and he was afraid of being bumped into.

Before he finished speaking, the other party's hair brushed against the corner of his eyes, and then his lips were caught, and the softest flesh on the inside of his lips was sucked hard.

"You can't remember my smell."

Mai Dingdong was suffering from pain, but he didn't dare to yell. He put his knees together, curled up in embarrassment and shyness, and his voice was as small as a mosquito, "Remember now!"

The other party was silent, his broad chest was pressed against Mai Dingdong's back, his arms were propped on his sides, his profile was pressed against his chin, his hair was hanging down, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Really..." Mai Dingdong quietly stretched out his hand again, moving forward millimeter by millimeter.

Something seems wrong.

The underground pipes kept shaking with the crawling of the people behind them, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, as if someone would say "let me go" in the next second.

The front side also vibrated a few times, and several wrinkled-skinned monsters twisted their heads curiously, spitting sand out of their mouths.

"How can I make you remember." The thin lips pressed against the jaw line, and the deep voice was a little dangerous.

Mai Dingdong wanted to cry but didn't have any tears, and didn't bother with the question of "you can kiss only after asking". He crawled forward and said loudly as if he was bold: "Okay, there are so many monsters, let's get rid of the grievances."

Fortunately, he was not grabbed by the hip bone and dragged back.

Zhong Mozhi said nothing.

There seems to be a common information among the human skin monsters. The leader one recognized the human who hung his brother in the sun to dry his skin, screamed, turned his head, and led a group of monsters back fearfully.

"Why did they run away?" The pipe became a little wider, Huangmao withdrew the spell and looked around in puzzlement.

"I really have no eyesight." His teammate laughed and mocked, "The guy surnamed Mai at the front must have done it."

"Hey, who bet that their team won't even be able to get in after being robbed of supplies?"

"I will."

"Where's Shiwu?" Mai Dingdong heard a few people talking, thinking of the wet Shiwu, he lowered his movements slowly and lowered his head, looking back from between his arms and legs, trying to meet the speaker's eyes.

As a result, he looked at Zhong Mozhi's pursed thin lips and his dark and unpredictable expression.

Looking backwards, the momentum is even more terrifying.

Mai Dingdong's heart skipped a beat, he quickly raised his head, and crawled forward quickly without saying a word.

Huangmao raised his voice and answered from behind: "He and your rabbit are resting in the hotel."

"rabbit?"

"Red-striped, fluffy jackrabbit!"

"Big goose?" Mai Dingdong panicked.

After being slapped on the butt, Zhong Mozhi said flatly, "Don't worry about him, I will help him."

At the end, Hu Yue screamed hoarsely, "My lord!"

The butt felt good, but the hand patted it again with nostalgia.

Mai Dingdong's face darkened, his knees stretched hard, he climbed out twice, one was unsteady, rolled and slid down the slope.

The bowl-shaped arena, where Wen was already standing.

The scorching sun hangs on the outside, the concave surface is made of metal, all kinds of shining jade are inlaid on the top, and hundreds of sharpie monsters look down curiously on the edge.

Mai Dingdong sat at the bottom, and several people stood behind him.

"Huh-ah-" The monster raised its arms and cheered in celebration, and then several of them hugged a tumbleweed together, and threw it down while screaming.

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