I was so scared that I backed up again and again, and I accidentally bumped into the candle that was just fixed just now. Looking around, I don’t need my reminder. There are wet hairs on all sides of the cave slowly moving towards the center. It's all about the smell of hair oil with water vapor, which makes people want to vomit.
"Light the candles, fire." I don't know who is yelling, and I am not in the mood to distinguish, but I quickly lit the fixed candles, then turned around and picked up the candles that I hit, fixed them, and lit them. , click, click, the lighter in my hand seemed to be against me, sparks flashed every time, but it never ignited the flame.
I pressed hard anxiously, but the iron sheet on the lighter fell off with my movements. Before I had time to pick it up, a strand of wet hair gently rested on the back of my hand. With a sudden flick, the lighter in his hand flew out, and when it hit the side, it made a loud "bang" and was exploded.
I picked up the candle and ran back directly. My mother was startled by the sound just now, and the red face handed me the remaining lighter. The boulder has been completely filled with long hair.
A few strands of long hair are still slowly stretching towards the candle placed on the boulder. When it touches the flame, it makes a "sizzling" sound, a wisp of green smoke, and the air is full of strange smells, but the candle is also in my pain His eyes went out and he fell to the ground.
I hold the only candle in my hand, and I keep swallowing my saliva. I’m really not afraid of it anymore, but I have trypophobia. The candle in my hand is burning, and the melted candle drips on my hand from time to time. I felt a slight pain when I was walking, I suddenly remembered, and looked at the back of my hand that was touched by the long hair just now, there was a little water on the back of my hand.
I wiped the back of my hand on my trousers, and the water stain did not disappear, but became bigger. I touched it with my fingers, and it was slippery, like oil. There was also a disgusting smell coming from the back of my hand. It's like putting your hands in hair that hasn't been washed for an unknown amount of time.
The surrounding hair made our space smaller and smaller, and the oily smell that belongs to the hair became stronger and stronger, and my mother and I couldn't help retching a few times.
"Aunt Li." I couldn't bear it any longer, and called out in a pitch-shifted voice.
Aunt Li squinted her eyes and took a step forward, and then the whole body gradually exuded a cold breath, which made me shudder. The black mist visible to the naked eye emanated from Aunt Li's body. Although the hair did not disappear, but in In the area where the black mist flows, those weird hairs can no longer move forward, they can only squirm in place.
"Ms. Li, what, what is this?" Seeing that those hairs hadn't come back, I asked curiously.
"Hair" Aunt Li's answer was concise and to the point, but it made me wonder how to answer.
Fortunately, Fenghuang on the side said to himself: "The hair is full of resentment, and it's not from one person."
I know it must not be a person's hair. Even if a person lives for a thousand years, he probably won't be able to grow so much hair. Well, there is a problem with my question, I think what I want to know is how to get rid of these hairs.
I asked, but Fenghuang was observing the white bones on the ground solemnly, and I also looked at them. Suddenly, I found a detail that I hadn't noticed all along. None of the bones on the ground had skulls.
"They don't even have a skull, what's going on?" I screamed, Fenghuang frowned even more, as if he was answering me, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Could it be that a thousand people have turned into bones."
I have never heard of what a thousand human bones are. I was about to ask, but I heard an old and strange voice: "Little girl is very knowledgeable."
As soon as the words fell, another middle-aged female voice said: "Join us."
Then a lot of different voices came out: "Join us, join us."
"Where is the sound coming from?" I looked around, but found nothing, but the hair all over the ground had changed and was beginning to shrink, and the center of the shrinkage was behind a boulder.
Her hair was getting less and less, and Aunt Li's body was no longer black, but her whole face was completely cold, and she looked in the direction of the boulder.
In a short period of time, the hair has shrunk to only one more face than ordinary people, and after the hair shrinks, I found a white forehead on the top of the boulder, and these black hairs are growing on it. On top of this white forehead.
I don't know why, but when I saw the white forehead after the hair disappeared, I was even more afraid, because it was unreasonable. Usually, if a person wants to peek, he must at least show his eyes, only his forehead? It's not Erlang Shen.
My mother took another sip of wine, raised the kitchen knife in her hand and said, "Come out, don't be sneaky."
An old voice: "Are you told to go out?"
A middle-aged woman's voice: "I'm calling you."
Child's voice: "Let's go together."
…Obviously only one forehead is exposed, but there are various voices coming from behind the boulder, not only the voices are different, even the pitch is different, and there are many things spoken in Mandarin, as if there are really many people behind Discuss the same.
In the end, it seemed that an agreement was reached, and many voices said, "Let's go out together, let's go out together."
But I waited on guard outside for a while, but no one appeared. Then, I only heard those voices and started talking again: "What are you doing? Get out."
Man: "Just get out."
Girl: "Yes, why don't you go out."
Rough man: "Hurry up, don't be silly."
But no one came out anymore, I glanced at my wobbly mother, and whispered to myself, "Where are you playing?"
As soon as the words fell, the many voices behind the boulder seemed to be a little angry, many of them shouted and cursed loudly, and there was a crashing sound behind the boulder, and the boulder also shook slightly, as if someone was unwilling to come out, and There was a fight inside.
Just when I was completely at a loss, a familiar voice that had appeared countless times in my dreams sounded: "Hurry up and go."
My body froze, and I looked at the boulder in disbelief, as if I wanted to see through the boulder. Because that voice is too familiar, too familiar.
"Crack, click" the wine bottle in my mother's hand fell directly to the ground and broke into pieces. The voice said: "Is it you? Is it you?"
Mom walked over step by step, "Don't come over." The voice roared, with pain and reluctance in his tone. The mother's feet stopped, and she said: "It's been so many years, you haven't been reincarnated, why didn't you come to see me, and tell me to go now?"
An old voice: "So you know each other."
Child's voice: "It's so interesting."
Girl's voice: "Then come with us, together forever."
Mom seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, just looked at the boulder, and said word by word: "Let me see you again, okay?"