Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Wei Chi pondered for a moment, and said: "Do you still remember what I said before - for some reason, I am sure that we are now in a 'world' that is the same as the 'worlds' we experienced before, Mr. Fang, are you still Remember when we were at the Provincial Library, your judgment?"

Fang Qingdi frowned, and recalled: "Gods and ghosts should not, nor is it a formation."

"Yes. According to what I learned later, this is a..." Wei Chi carefully chose the words, "A...'conscious world', a scientist called it the 'quantum world in the realm of consciousness' before, This is... a world that humans in our world still know very little about. If you can be sure that Miss Qing is a 'ghost', I now think of an explanation - some scholars believe that the existence of 'ghosts' is a residue of consciousness Some scholars claim that the 21 grams lost when humans die is the weight of the soul... We assume that the 'ghost' is the residue of this consciousness, but its force field is very small, and it will hardly have any impact on our real world. However, the expansion of this 'quantum consciousness world' pulls our consciousness away and overlaps with the space where 'ghosts' exist, so Miss Qing can appear in this world." He paused, and added, "Miss Qing seems to be I also mentioned that 'she only met us, she couldn't wait any longer', but she would obviously appear in the village-by the well, in the alley, it was not a deserted place, but we are so many years she can The first people I met, I think that's one of the examples that backs up my statement."

"It makes sense..." Fang Qingdi said, "Theoretically speaking, if she doesn't continue to do evil, the power of the ghost will gradually decay. Sometimes it can’t be seen by living people, it doesn’t make sense that it can be done now, presumably, it’s because of the ‘conscious world’ you mentioned.”

Li Xiaofei asked: "What about the pig demon?"

"I can't see that." Fang Qingdi shook his head, "With my skills, I can only see humanized 'ghosts', and that pig demon is either not a ghost, or a higher existence." He said He raised a finger and pointed to the sky, "I can't see it."

Li Xiaofei also looked at the sky in fear: "Does God also exist?"

"Hush." ​​Fang Qing said, "Don't speak nonsense."

"In short." Wei Chi said, "I think what traps us now is the 'conscious world' that we have experienced many times, and Miss Qing is the ghost who got in by mistake, and we have already sent her away... Now, if we want to go out, we can only solve the riddle of this 'world'."

Fang Qingdi said: "This old man can catch ghosts, but solving riddles is too difficult for this old man..."

"No." Wei Chi had told them about "folk customs, facial expressions, food" before, and after eliminating the interference of "Miss Qing" at this time, the clue became clearer, "The focus of this world is In 'folklore', Mr. Fang, it is something you are good at."

He glanced at the long funeral procession in front again: "Think about it carefully, what's wrong with the 'folklore'?"

"There are many things that are wrong." Fang Qing said, "For example, the previous 'burning four pieces of paper', 'marriage in the dark', and you said that the food here is not edible... where is the food not edible? Only underground You can’t eat the food! If you eat it, you will lose your Yang!”

Wei Chi's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be..."

"Also." Fang Qingdi said, "Did you see the bell on the corner of the coffin?"

Wei Chi looked in the direction he pointed, and through the crowd, he saw that there were bells hanging on the four corners of the huge coffin.

Fang Qingdi: "Just now I asked the person next to me why the bell didn't ring, and the person said, 'Don't ring it, or you will be heard by ghosts'... But in folk customs everywhere, the bigger the funeral, the better. There will be a special "spirit-inducing bell" in the local area, and the sound is clear and loud. Especially for children who died young when they were underage, the bigger the battle, the louder the sound, so that the ghosts can hear it, so that they will not miss it. Reincarnated and reincarnated...Since ancient times, the 'lonely ghosts' who have been missed by ghost messengers are all bad luck."

Li Xiaofei said: "If you don't want the bell to ring, why do you have to prepare it?"

The little paper man suddenly poked out from Wei Chi's neckline, and Wei Chi felt it tremble a little.

Was it blown by the wind?

The next moment, he heard its hesitant and trembling voice: "Chichi... run!"

His scalp was numb when he heard it, and he looked back subconsciously. They had already walked a long mountain road, and now the road back was empty, winding and hidden in the early morning mist.

He didn't quite understand, and just about to ask where the little paper man was running, suddenly, someone grabbed him by the shoulder.

He turned his head.

Zhou Feng still had that crying face, but his voice was very calm: "Why are you walking so far behind?"

Wei Chi bit the bullet and said, "I'll help my friend... third cousin, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Feng said: "I haven't taken something, I'll go back and get it."

Wei Chi had an idea: "What? How about I go back with you to get it?"

Zhou Feng looked at him and hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, a voice came from not far away. The voice was not loud, but strange and majestic, as if it exploded in people's ears: "Xiao Chi! What are you doing behind there?"

The hairs all over Wei Chi's body stood on end, and for a moment he was in conflict with heaven and man: to run or not to run?

But Zhou Feng still grabbed his shoulder.

But maybe... Zhou Feng let him go?

Zhou Feng tightened the hand that squeezed his shoulder, and then said, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Wei Chi nodded obediently, and said to Zhou Feng, "Then can you take the two of them back? Mr. Fang is not feeling well."

Fang Qingdi said: "I am comfortable, comfortable."

Wei Chi glared at him, pretending he didn't see it, and said to Zhou Feng: "This old man has a deep relationship with Xiao Ji, I must be going to see him off for the last time, please take this little girl back, my friend. The little girl has something to do suddenly, it is not suitable to go up. "

Li Xiaofei panicked: "I didn't..."

"Go down." Wei Chi poked her back secretly, then turned to Zhou Feng, "Third Cousin, please."

Zhou Feng glanced at him, then at Li Xiaofei, then at him, nodded and said, "Okay."

Zhou Bin called out again: "Xiao Chi!"

Wei Chi turned his head and walked forward, and replied, "Here we come!"

After walking this way, his heart became colder and colder, and at the same time he was a little glad that he didn't run away just now - everyone was looking at him.

The coffin bearers and mourners were originally dressed in white robes, looking gloomy and frightening. At this time, everyone was pointing their toes forward, but turned their waists to look back at him. Everyone was moving, smiling, and their eyes Curved, revealing the same pitch-black pupils.

As he walked like this, he couldn't help shivering.

They fell too far just now, and they didn't know that they had stopped ahead. Now they parked the coffin on a cliff. The funeral team stood in the inner circle, the folks stood in the outer circle, and Zhou Bin stood next to the innermost coffin.

He walked up to Zhou Bin.

Zhou Bin still looked like he was crying with his eyes and smiling with his mouth, and his voice was calm and pretentious: "Go to help the coffin."

Wei Chi was afraid that he might make a mistake, so he asked, "How can I help you?"

Zhou Bin's voice was a little unhappy: "On the outside of Xiaoji's right hand, stand with his elbow, four fingers on the upper edge of the coffin, and his thumb on the side of the coffin."

The coffin stopped on the edge of the cliff, opened the lid, and there was a table in front of it, with a lot of fruits and melons on it, all made of paper.Wei Chi walked over, bypassed the table, walked to the side of the coffin, found a good position as Zhou Bin said, raised one hand and pressed it to the side of the coffin.

The master of ceremonies standing on the other side began to raise his voice to read the eulogy.

Wei Chi listened for a while and then lost his mind.

From his perspective, you can see "Ji Jingzhe" in the coffin.That was 15-year-old Ji Jingzhe. In his memory, Ji Jingzhe seemed to have only three forms—before ten years old, 15 years old and now.

When she was young, Ji Jingzhe was a crybaby who was not as tall as a cupboard, and it seemed like she couldn't do without his protection.Until he was in high school, during a lunch break, he woke up two or three minutes earlier and saw Ji Jingzhe's face shrouded in the warm afternoon sun. Jing Zhe has grown up, looks very good, very beautiful, very - beautiful.

Did your heart move at that time?

He can't remember.

I didn't expect that there was a chance... After many years of time, in a world like reality, I looked at this face again like this.

But it's just a corpse...

He turned his head, unwilling to look any further.

When he turned his head, his eyes also turned away, and he immediately saw the incense burner on the table.

He found that the three incense sticks... were inserted upside down.

Incense upside down...

Even if he doesn't understand the folk customs and traditions of his hometown at all, as a person who grew up on this land, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He may not understand other rules, but incense sticks upside down, offering sacrifices to the Yin God...

He felt the little paper man on his chest trembling.

As if infected, he trembled uncontrollably.

In extreme fear, time seemed to pass very slowly and quickly, he seemed to be able to see the slow motion on everyone's face, and felt that in the blink of an eye, the emcee's eulogy was finished.

The men in white filed up again, closing the lid of Ji Jingzhe's coffin, and then they lifted the coffin up together, but it was not the usual lifting method, but four people at the front and back lined up in a row, using the same shoulder as a burden He also picked up the coffin and walked towards a path close to the mountain wall.

That is the only way to go to the cemetery. It is very narrow and can only accommodate one person. The locals call this place "ghost intestines".

Wei Chi couldn't move for a while, but felt someone approaching behind him, and then heard Zhou Bin's voice: "Go."

Wei turned around slowly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"You are a widow." Zhou Bin said, "Of course you have to carry the coffin up the mountain."

Wei Chi swallowed his saliva, and looked at the "ghost intestine" - it was only half a meter wide at most, with mountains on one side and cliffs on the other, and the joint burial coffin was more than half a meter wide.

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