Survival Paradox [Infinite]

As soon as Fang Qingdi finished speaking, Wei Chi felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing air behind him.

He subconsciously turned around to look.

"Don't look back!" Fang Qingdi slapped his shoulders and the rope around his waist like lightning, and the scarecrow on his back fell down in response, Wei Chi felt light all over, realizing that he was almost bent over just now Waisted.

Fang Qingdi said: "There are two lamps on a person's shoulder, and they will be blown out as soon as you turn your head, and you will be haunted by ghosts immediately. Therefore, if you see a ghost, you can't turn your head back no matter what."

After speaking, he started to circle the scarecrow on the ground again. After a while, he turned the scarecrow over and took out a needle from the back of the scarecrow's head.

Li Xiaofei asked: "Master Daoist, what is this?"

"Soul-suppressing needle." Fang Qingdi said, "It suppresses something."

After saying that, the old Taoist took out a small knife from his heel, cut open the back of the scarecrow's head, and pulled out a paper figurine.

It was a paper-cut figure with a half-moon hollow for the mouth, a red circle for one eye, and a blue triangle for the other eye.

Wei Chi remembered the shadow reflected on the window last night.

He was observing the piece of paper carefully, when suddenly, the piece of paper moved and fell directly on his face!

His eyes were covered by the piece of paper, and the fear of losing his vision caused him to panic for a moment. He backed up a few steps and stopped when he bumped into someone's tombstone. He heard Fang Qingdi yell "Hey!" Afterwards, he began to mutter words, and Li Xiaofei came to pull him in a hurry.

In the chaos, he heard a very slight "delay".

"Wait a minute." He stood still, raised a hand and said, "Wait a minute."

Fang Qingdi's tactic was only short of the last sentence, and was interrupted, choking him to his knees, Li Xiaofei had no choice but to help him again.

Wei Chi heard "Chi Chi" again, the voice was very small and sticky, it was Ji Jingzhe.

He stretched out his hand to remove the paper on his face, and felt that the paper had some suction, and it was reluctantly scratched against his face, and with a little force, he peeled it off.

The paper man lay in his palm, moved slightly again, and wrapped his fingers with his "hand".

Wei Chi called out, "Ji Jingzhe?"

The paper figurine shook happily: "Chi Chi!"

Surprised and delighted, Wei Chi asked, "How are you doing?"

The little paper figurine still yelled happily: "Chi Chi!"

"Yeah." Wei Chi replied, and then asked, "Where are you from? Are you still at grandma's house? How do you feel now?"

The little paper man seemed to have never heard of it, and could only call "Chichi" over and over again.

Wei Chi turned to Fang Qingdi: "Old Fang, what's going on?"

The old man had just caught his breath, and said weakly: "Either it is a remnant soul, or it was injured by the 'soul-suppressing needle', let's wait for a while to see."

Wei Chi thought for a while, felt it was absurd, and at the same time was forced to accept this strange setting, said: "Could they just want to use this 'remnant soul' to trick the 'ghost messenger'?"

"I don't know the customs here." Fang Qingdi said, "But the most basic thing is that it won't change anywhere—the soul is incomplete, either dead or disabled."

Wei Chi looked at the little paper figurine in his hand again, it was happily playing with his fingers, and it even made up a song with the word "Chi" and sang it.

Wei Chi was afraid that his hands would wrinkle the paper with sweat, so he put it into the breast pocket of his coat.

Li Xiaofei said: "...Then what about this one?" She pointed to the scarecrow lying on the side.

Wei Chi lost his mind for a while, and looked at Fang Qingdi.

Fang Qingdi walked around the scarecrow a few more times, took out more than a dozen needles from various parts of the scarecrow's body, pondered for a moment, and said: "Its eight extraordinary meridians have all been cut off, Hegu, Shenmen, Shaoshang, Yang The Lingquan and Chengshan acupoints are even more severely cursed. If you guessed correctly... this is a 'qi-eating puppet' - its own qi pockets are completely cut off, and it can only absorb qi from living people to supplement itself. Generally speaking, the longer a person stays with it, the weaker the body will be, and this kind of person-sized body should be able to absorb the yang energy in two hours." Fang Qingdi looked at Wei Chi, "You carry It, does it feel like it's getting heavier?"

Wei Chi was startled, he did feel this way, but he just thought it was because he was climbing the mountain road at night and was exhausted.

"This is a complete curse." Fang Qingdi said, "Although I don't understand your local customs, according to the old man, this kind of evil puppet should not do the function you said."

Wei Chi: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Fang Qingdi: "Burn it."

The little paper man in the pocket said cheerfully: "Chi Chi! Burn it! Chi Chi! Burn it!"

Wei Chi: "Then burn it."

The scarecrow was about the size of an adult, and they could only find a flat place to burn for fear of causing a wildfire on this weedy path.

When Wei Chi went to move it again, he found that it had become much lighter, from the weight of an adult back to the weight of a normal straw.

They found a small river bank and burned the scarecrow on a flat rock.

After lighting the fire, Wei Chi felt as if he heard someone screaming and crying in pain in the fire, and an inexplicable reluctance suddenly surged in his heart.

As the scarecrow got smaller and smaller, the cries he could hear became louder and louder, and the feeling of reluctance in his heart became more intense, and there was even a tearing pain——

"Snapped."

Suddenly his eyes went dark, and the little paper man crawled onto his face at some point, and covered his eyes with his small hands.

He heard its small voice: "Chi Chi, don't look. Chi Chi, don't be afraid."

He suddenly woke up, recalling the feeling just now, and a chill appeared in his heart.

"En." He replied softly, fearing that the flames would burn the little paper figurine, he carefully put it back into his breast pocket.

It was only half an hour after the scarecrow was burned. Of course, Wei Chi didn't intend to tell his grandma's family about the burning of the scarecrow, so he planned to wait until the full time before going back.

The three discussed it and decided to take this time to investigate the village.

They descended from another path and arrived at the central area of ​​Yunquan Village.

Along the way, Li Xiaofei asked Wei Chi many questions, and Wei Chi answered most of them truthfully.

Yunquan Village is an old village with a history of hundreds of years. Except that factories and dams were built upstream to pollute the river water decades ago, the degree of industrialization is not high, and the original appearance of brick houses and tile roofs is still maintained.

The place where they went down was on the dirt road outside the entrance of the village. Walking 50 meters was the main entrance of the village. Two red lanterns hung above the gate, shaking slightly in the wind.

Li Xiaofei trembled here, and said weakly: "It's so cold."

Wei Chi also felt a chill, as if rising from the bottom of his feet.

He subconsciously paid attention to the situation of the little paper figurine, listened intently for a while, and heard a little... grunting?

The little thing is dozing off.

It seems that there is no danger, he felt so inexplicably, and walked to the village: "Let's go."

I don't know what time it is in the current setting, and there is no one in the village.

Not a single house was lit, not a living thing was made, not a dog barking, not a rat crossing the street.

The whole village seemed dead.

They walked along the street, and Li Xiaofei cried as they walked.

"It's so cold..." The girl's teeth chattered, "It's so cold..."

Wei Chi took out the little paper figurine, put it in his trouser pocket, and gave the clothes to Li Xiaofei.

Li Xiaofei put it on, sniffed her nose, after a while, she still couldn't help it, and cried again: "It's so cold..."

It's really cold, and it's not the cold method of low temperature, but the chill that comes from the cracks in the bones. It's so cold that people's limbs are stiff, and every time they move, they make a creaking sound, accompanied by a thrilling feeling. pain.

This kind of cold, clothes don't seem to be enough to resist.

While walking, Wei Chi heard singing.

The voice was very familiar, he had heard it this morning—it was sung by the bride while she was dressing.

He followed the prestige and saw a blue figure.

They came to a well, and a woman in a blue cheongsam stood by the well, with her back to them, her hair curled up.

Li Xiaofei was so frightened that she stopped crying, her voice trembling: "That... that is..."

"Stay." Fang Qingdi stopped them from going any further, took out a small bell from the cloth pocket he was carrying, and began to recite something silently.

During this period, the woman didn't respond and stood there straight.

The more Wei Chi looked at her, the colder his heart became.

Suddenly, the woman tilted her body and fell into the well.

Wei Chi's heart was suffocated, and he ran forward subconsciously, wanting to pull someone back.When he got close enough, he could see more and more of the mouth of the well. Just when he was about to see the whole picture of the well, a shocking voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Don't look down."

At the same time, his eyes darkened, and the little paper man covered his eyes again.

After a while, he felt someone pulling him, and realized that the "don't look down" just now was Fang Qing's cry. At the same time, he heard a rapid and continuous bell.

He slowly recalled that the sound of the bell seemed to have been ringing for a long time.

Fang Qingdi held the bell with a serious expression, and said, "This is not right... let's go quickly."

Fang Qingdi took Wei Chi with one hand and Li Xiaofei with the other, and quickly left the well.

Fang Qingdi had never been here before, but he led them through all the alleys with a purpose. After running for 10 minutes, the old man stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "It's safe."

Li Xiaofei asked: "What was that just now?"

"Resentful soul." Fang Qingdi said, "'If you can't wish, you can't die'...the specific image...is at the level of a ghost."

"Li Gui... what level is it?"

"It's ten levels that you can't fit between your teeth." Fang Qingdi turned to Wei Chi, "Xiao Wei, it's probably different from the library this time...it seems to be really haunted by ghosts and spirits."

Wei Chi: Then don't you have a lot of ideas? "

Fang Qingdi shook his head: "No, no, this level, the old man can't handle it."

Wei Chi: "Then what should we do?"

Fang Qingdi: "I think it's better to walk."

Li Xiaofei was shocked: "But you said there is no ghost in the world that you can't deal with!"

Fang Qingdi: "You young people, why are you so innocent? How can you believe in advertising slogans?"

Li Xiaofei: "That's all my money..."

Fang Qingdi: "It was agreed before that the deposit will not be refunded."

Wei Chi is also a bit confused, he was skeptical about ghosts and gods, and Ji Jingzhe has changed into a skeleton many times before, this is undoubtedly a world of the same type as the "library"...so Fang Qingdi made a mistake?

His neck suddenly itched, it was the little paper man patting his Adam's apple, just now the little paper man climbed onto his face and sat on his collarbone when Fang Qingdi dragged him away.

He heard its voice: "Chichi! Pick it up!"

Wei Chi looked along where it pointed, and saw a light brown wallet on the ground, he recognized it immediately, it was Ji Jingzhe's wallet.

Few people around use wallets now. When he first saw Ji Jingzhe using them, he thought that Ji Jingzhe came back from the UK and didn’t get used to the convenient payment method here, until he accidentally found his own photo in it.

He bent down to pick up his wallet, and at the same time thought strangely: When they came, they drove directly to the nearest parking spot to grandma's house, and never passed by here.

Why is the wallet here?

Fang Qingdi suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "You can't pick this up, Xiaowei!"

But the little paper man patted his Adam's apple again, and said anxiously: "Chichi, pick it up!"