resentment resuscitation

Compared with the eerie emptiness of the previous train, the train after entering the end is extremely crowded.

The stink of resentment is very light, and the people in the car are ordinary human beings.

The smell of blood came out.

The man screamed heart-piercingly, pressed his hands between his crotches, and fell to the ground trembling all over.The airless crowd squeezed out the gap, and he bent over and curled up, his eyes were white, and he passed out.

Blood flowed from his naked lower body.

The mouse was caught.

Covering his face with hands as white and tender as lotus root buds, the child tilted his buttocks sideways, whimpering and crying intermittently, shrugging his shoulders, and following the movement, bright green leaves floated down from the top of his hair.

The nasal cavity is blocked with the eyebrows, and there is no smell at all.

He doesn't want to touch a mouse, and he doesn't want to be here.

After a while, all the green leaves on the ground have been lost.

There are water droplets on the tips of the leaf buds.

"Grandma." The delicate skin was softened by the tears, and fragmented shouts floated out from between the fingers.

Everyone knows that at the end of the village, the children of the genius doctor's family are smart and capable, and they often cry with bubbling noses, but they are not ambiguous in their work.

Squeezing his eyes hard a few times, Mai Dingdong wiped all the tears to his chin with his fleshy palms, his mouth was as flat as an overturned sailboat.

Embarrassed and pitiful.He didn't want the paper handed over to him, sobbing and hiccupping, he said, "I don't bring any money, and I have nothing to exchange with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked his calf and was about to jump off the chair.He had to go to grandma, and Soi Ying promised him.

The foot didn't land on the ground, but stepped on the palm of someone.

Noisy passengers stepped aside.

The man who could make the pervert's life worse than death by moving his fingers, looked tall and cold, with arms as firm as a rock, but at this moment he knelt on one knee, carefully holding the child's foot with only one shoe left, and leaned over. Holding him in her arms, she turned and walked towards the middle of the carriage.

Don't forget to hide all the leaves on the ground in your pockets.

The child sniffled, feeling the familiar coercion enveloping him, but it was much weaker than before.

"Why don't you count what you say?" He stared at Zhong Mozhi with round eyes, and the moisture on his eyelashes was still there.

His tone and body were as soft as cotton candy, Zhong Mozhi closed his eyes in pain, his heart was sore.He had the gentlest smile on his face, "It will never count against you."

"You lied." Holding the other party's neck, the child leaned forward and wanted to bite him angrily, "It was agreed that my grandma would come back, why did you bring me here?"

The angry look is so cute.Walking to the middle of the subway where there were fewer people, Zhong Mozhi couldn't help raising his hand, gently pinching the child's face, and then stood there dumbfounded.

So soft.

He held his breath, and immediately called out to Mai Dingdong in his heart.

All the voices were lost, and there was no echo.

But judging from the child's words, Zhong Mozhi could guess that Mai Dingdong and himself who just met the previous Zhagui exchanged.

Although this is the world of resentful spirits, his perception is limited, but the ring is carried by Mai Dingdong, Zhong Mozhi can feel that he is currently in good condition, and he is even very happy to say the least.

Ask him to clarify some things, that's fine.

"elder brother."

The collar was pinched suddenly, Mai Dingdong pursed his mouth again, and said softly, "I can't smell it, take me to find grandma, okay?"

Zhong Mozhi was in a complicated mood.

Indeed the same person.

Whether it's Nuomi Duanzi when he was a child or Mai Dingdong when he grew up, he can recognize fried ghosts, but they can't tell them apart.

"Stop crying, grandma is fine." Zhong Mozhi collected his thoughts and pinched the tip of Mai Dingdong's nose, "Tell brother, what do you like to eat except potatoes?"

A dark alley in the middle of the night.

"Blow ghosts? Wait!"

The black mist has faded, and he is about to leave to find the next place where he lost his balance.

The child in front of him suddenly changed.

The black mist slowly condensed, like a black hole, and a strong coercion enveloped human beings, and a cold female voice sounded.

"Strange."

The finger was pulled by an inexplicable force, Mai Dingdong raised his forearm falsely, his index finger hurt, a drop of blood leaked out, and then disappeared into the black mist.

"Why, you have my breath in your blood?"

Terrible suffocation squeezed from all directions.Mai Dingdong couldn't move, his bones were almost broken, and a voice came out of his throat, "Really."

"who is it?"

"I was originally in the Wraith World, but suddenly I came here."

"Wraith?" Hei Wu chuckled coldly, "It's a familiar term."

"I come from the future." Mai Dingdong said with difficulty, "Since I'm here, I want to meet Grandma."

The force was suddenly removed, and Mai Dingdong fell to the ground, holding his neck and panting continuously, and it took him a long time to keep his temples from throbbing.

The black mist swirled in the air, and he spoke very slowly, "It's even weirder. Why, the next me will dedicate myself to you?"

Mai Dingdong frowned and stood up, took off the ring on his ring finger, "Is it because of breath?"

"No."

As soon as the words fell, all the withered grass on the side of the gravel road suddenly burst into flames, and under the swaying light of the fire, the black mist became thicker.

Her voice was cold and emotionless, "It's your blood, hair, and heart."

"You are Yin, he is Yang, you are Yang, he is Yin."

"Not much to say. Let's go."

The weeds on the side of the road burn slowly, as if to illuminate the way forward.

His back was pushed violently, Mai Dingdong staggered forward, and he was ten meters away from the black mist in the blink of an eye.

He was silent for a few seconds, not wanting to delay any longer, he pursed his lips and was about to turn around and leave.

According to memory, Grandma will soon be submerged by the river.There are too many things he doesn't understand.

After running for a few steps, several gunshots made him stop again, and he looked back in the flames——

A person with long flaxen hair and a shawl, wearing a beret jumped out from the field ridge, her long legs were covered with red lines, she stood at the end of the road and shrugged her shoulders, holding guns in both hands, staring at Zhagui.

"Go to hell." The bullet puffed into the soil, and the black mist melted out of the hole.

It turned out to be a man's voice.

Mai Dingdong took a breath and realized that it was the young Wen.After meeting Zhagui in a hurry when he was young, Wen unexpectedly came here too.

It was exactly the same as the scene where Zhong Mozhi met Wen. Wen was sick and sharp, looking at Zhagui with hatred.

The female voice was still very indifferent, "Don't look for me again, human."

After finishing speaking, the black mist dissipated, enveloping Wen in an instant, crushing him to death on the gravel, and said condescendingly, "Human persistence is really boring."

The gravel rolled and clicked, and the person who was pressed on the ground dislocated his arm abruptly, and broke free from the coercion.

Drenched in cold sweat, he stepped back and stood up, firing several shots in succession.

"Is this a reason for you to make an assertion and plunder the lives of innocent people?"

"She is dead."

"Not dead yet! It's you who think you are right!"

"Curse you, I curse you, you can't ask for it, and you will grow old alone!"

"I don't need emotion." The black mist dissipated, "There is no need to say any more."

On the quiet trail outside the village, the ghosts left and the flames went out.

With a plop, the man knelt on the stone, his arms flung by his side like rags.

The phantom gun that overdrawn his body disappeared, and he pulled off his wig hat, arched his back, put his forehead on the ground, and sobbed silently.

Another assassination failed.

Amidst the chirping of insects, boys are like clay sculptures.

On the opposite side not far away, Mai Dingdong felt uncomfortable.He forcibly turned his eyes away, and ran into the night without looking back.

Coming here, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, but it's an opportunity for him to figure out Ranshan's face, and it's also an opportunity for him to see Grandma again.

Respect where things are going.

The sound of the water gradually became louder, and the places in the memory glowed brightly. In the river water shrouded in black air, the half-white-haired old man was almost submerged in the water.

Mai Dingdong ran quickly, stepped over the stones lightly, stepped into the river, and brought people out while calling.

The old man was wet all over, and the breathing pipe was not filled with water, but he stood still like a sculpture, and there was an aura of resentment on his body.

When she awoke, she found herself on the back of a young man.The other party took off his dripping shoes and walked barefoot on the gravel road, trying his best to be stable.

tick.

Hot tears fell on his cold neck, Mai Dingdong thought it was river water, his whole body was stiff, then he relaxed again, pretending to be calm and said, "I passed by and saw you in the river, so I brought you out."

There was no answer, only more tears fell on the skin.

Mai Dingdong's voice trembled, resisting the urge to miss her, his throat was dry, "Are you uncomfortable? Where is your home, I'll take you there."

Pretending to be ignorant, but walking directly in the direction of home.

"Mianmian." A slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Mai Dingdong stood there in a jerk, the corners of his eyes twitched instantly, and his eyes became sour when he pursed his lips, "You recognized me."

Children's self-proclaimed "I" is the beginning of the formation of self-consciousness. When Mai Dingdong's teeth are not straight, he will only call himself "Mian Mian", and he will be white and tender again. After a long time, grandma will call him that.

"If you take a step and drop a leaf, why don't you recognize you." The old man knocked on his head, closed his eyes exhaustedly, and finally murmured before falling asleep: "You have grown up healthily."

Stepping on the sharp stones, Mai Dingdong remained silent, with tears on his cheeks, but he still walked steadily forward with his flat mouth.

The home is still familiar, and there is no dog barking in the middle of the night.

After sending grandma to the room, he sat on the steps in the yard, stared at the moon in a daze for a while, then raised one foot silently, and pulled out the stone that had pierced his skin.

The soles of his feet stepped on the cold bricks, and Mai Dingdong's tears fell one by one, and he looked at the back of his hands with his head down.

In the past, he only knew that the grandmother was infected with resentment because she cured too many patients, and her thinking was controlled to take the initiative to commit suicide.

Opening the palm, the blistered and wrinkled palm lay a stone with engraved words on it, which said the method of absorbing resentment.

Only now did Mai Dingdong know that it was because Grandma swallowed the grievances of others and digested them alone.

Bacon from cured patients is hung on the wall, and the jujube trees in the courtyard are still luxuriant.He turned his head and took a deep look at Grandma's room.

This is no longer his home.

After wiping his face carelessly, Mai Dingdong got up and walked out of the yard.

Counting the time, Ran Shan had already arrived at the village.When the previous bomber came here, he must have sensed the existence of resentment, and he even had reason to suspect that Grandma's anomaly was also due to Ran Shan.

The secretary's house is not close to his home, and the villagers should get up when the sky is ripe, and it is hard to say if they are bumped into.

Mai Dingdong stopped, took off his jacket and tore off the two sleeves, bent over and tied them to the soles of his feet, and then started to run faster.

With a cock crow, someone's house has already turned on the lights.

Suddenly there was a sound from the iron door tied beside him. Someone moved, and the latch was pulled open. Mai Dingdong didn't dare to breathe out, and quickly jumped forward.

The iron door opened, and the woman poked her head out, "Who is so early?"

I looked around, no one was there.

When there was no movement, Mai Dingdong hid beside the door of the secretary's house. In the darkness, an ominous feeling fainted in his heart.

It's not a physical nausea of ​​resentment, but a sixth sense perception of danger.

He slammed to the side, slamming his chin on the ground, and then there was a swish, as if a fishing line moved out of thin air, embedded into the solid wall like lightning.

There are humans.

Regardless of the pain, Mai Dingdong quickly got up and backed away, and the fishing line was stuck in the ground in a second.

"Ranshan?" The soles of the feet were bleeding, and Mai Dingdong followed his instinct to dodge again and again, then kicked the door and closed it forcefully, with a trembling voice, "No."

"Time witch?"

He could hear the sound of the special sawtooth pendant hitting the zipper.

Footsteps approached the door, and then stopped at the door.

Through the door, the other party said, "I brought you back."

Mai Dingdong pressed his back against the door, his chest rising and falling, "Why?"

"I saw that Brother Lu, Wen, me, and even the chief of the Master of Resentment all died, and you were no exception." The door was knocked, "But you are the one who started it, you have to die."

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