acid.
Too sour!
Qi Chanyang's eyebrows and nose were about to wrinkle, but Jie Fangcheng was still unaware. He was still asking, "Ah? Is there? No?"
Zhang Daoan felt sour after hearing this and said nothing more. He turned his gaze to Yan Xiaohua who was rubbing Jie Fangcheng's palm.
The kid was wearing a floral dress, as if he had been hiding in a refrigerator. There was mist on his body, and the whites of his eyes were filled with blue blood vessels. His appearance was not much better than that of a zombie.
Water was still dripping from her hair, but Jie Fangcheng, who was always very clean, seemed unaware of it. He rubbed the top of her head and waited for Zhang Daoan to hand him the handkerchief as if hinting. Only then did Jie Fangcheng move his hand away.
Yan Xiaohua looked at him with those scary eyes, and then walked towards the deputy store manager.
The deputy store manager didn't expect that the helper he called seemed to know the person who destroyed the wax figure, but when Xiaohua walked in front of him, the old man grabbed her arm and looked her up and down, and then he seemed to be relieved.
Yan Xiaohua was like a real child in front of him, snuggling up to him quietly.
The deputy store manager looked at the wax figure fragments and the various flesh and blood organs mixed in them, raised his head with an uncertain expression, and looked at Jie Fangcheng.
Jie Fangcheng made a sword flower with the huge sword in his hand, and faced the old man with golden light and rotten smell on his body, and patiently advised him.
"If you continue to do this, you'll be dead. Stop it."
The old man laughed twice in a sinister voice.
"Dead? Why am I the one who is dead?"
As he roared, a strong wind suddenly blew up around him, the glass windows were crackling in the wind, there was thunder and lightning outside the house, and even the branches were shaking like ghosts.
The deputy store manager's shriveled and skinny figure suddenly swelled up, his eyes were red, and he stared at Jie Fangcheng.
"I do good deeds and accumulate virtue... but what good results can I get?!!"
In the blink of an eye, everyone felt as if they were pushed by an invisible force. They staggered forward two steps and stepped into a dizzy vortex.
The dark wax museum in front of me suddenly changed, and the twisted vortex seemed to suck everyone in.
It seemed like a moment had passed, and yet it seemed like several years had passed. Everyone, like spectators suspended in mid-air, walked into Qiu Jianye's memory.
It was a group of dilapidated earthen houses, one connected to another. The mud on the walls was mottled and falling off, and the roofs were covered with patches of dead grass.
Hundreds of earthen houses make up the impoverished Qiujia Village on the barren hills.
The scene was peaceful and harmonious, as Qiu Jianye grew up to be sixteen years old, with irregular meals.
He had just turned sixteen when two strangers in suits came into the village, saying they were from some company and were recruiting workers in the mountains.
Qiu Jianye followed him out of the mountains in a daze and saw the outside world.
Even from the perspective of a bystander, the moment you walk out of the barren and poor mountains, the scene in front of you seems to be instantly coated with a soft, colorful oil painting filter.
Tall buildings, neatly dressed city dwellers, and people who are well fed and warmly clothed.
Qiu Jianye was like a weed sprouting from the soil and was transplanted into a warm greenhouse.
They entered the factory, which provided them with food and accommodation, and paid them every month.
That was a huge sum of money that his family couldn't earn even if they grew crops for a year, and Qiu Jianye was reluctant to spend a single cent of it.
He was very grateful to the "manager" who brought him and his fellow villagers out. In gratitude, Qiu Jianye even saved money and used half a month's salary to buy cigarettes for him.
When receiving the gift, the "manager" seemed stunned for a moment, and his expression was somewhat uncomfortable.
At that time, Qiu Jianye didn't know what was going on. It was not until later by chance that he met employees from other factories. He then discovered that they were doing the same job, but Qiu Jianye and his colleagues worked longer hours, but his salary was only one-fifth of that of the other party.
Qiu Jianye brought the news back to the factory. He and his fellow villagers resigned from the factory. Someone suggested beating up the "manager" to vent their anger, but Qiu Jianye just shook his head.
"Forget it. He's a bad guy, but without him, we wouldn't know how to find a job."
He is positive and sunny at heart, even to the point of being too kind to be easily bullied. Even the world he sees is bright and beautiful.
After leaving the factory, Qiu Jianye worked in many jobs.
He is uneducated and illiterate, and can only do some physical work, but he is hardworking and sincere, and people like him wherever he goes. Even the audience watching these scenes feel happy, as if they are close to a warm light.
Until one day, when Qiu Jianye was returning to his rental house after get off work, he found a person drowning in the river.
Without saying a word, Qiu Jianye jumped into the river and rescued the man.
That was his first time to do something heroic, and the reward was more than his two months salary.
Of course, he saw more than just the bonus.
The man who jumped into the river cried and told of his pain when he was rescued.
His parents died in a car accident and he, who was in the same car, became disabled. The pillar of the family fell. But while he was in the hospital, his only daughter was diagnosed with a serious illness. All the valuable things in the house were sold, but the money for his daughter's surgery was not enough. He could only watch her wither like a flower.
He returned to the hospital in the morning after working his part-time night shift and found that his wife had hanged herself.
The reason why she chose such a painful method as hanging was that the uneducated mother thought that in this way her organs would still be intact and perhaps they could be sold for some money to keep her daughter alive for a few more days.
Countless hardships poured down upon him, and even the strongest man could not hold on any longer. He jumped into the river with his crippled leg due to lack of money for medical treatment, but was rescued by Qiu Jianye.
Qiu Jianye returned to his rental house with the bonus for his bravery.
He worked very hard to earn money so that he could mail it back home. He wanted his elderly mother and younger brother to live a better life.
But that night, Qiu Jianye tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
The next day he got up early and went to the hospital with the reward money for his bravery.
He thought that although the money was a reward for him, the person who committed suicide obviously needed it more.
I can’t donate my salary, so I should leave it to my family, but I can still donate the bonus.
Thinking so, Qiu Jianye donated the money.
The lame man who got the money was about to kneel down in front of him, and Qiu Jianye hurriedly left the hospital.
He was walking down the street, a kind and gentle man, and at this moment, a door opened for him.
Behind the door are the tears of countless people's suffering.
"Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world".
Qiu Jianye had never heard this sentence. He himself was not living a good life, but he saw that others were suffering even more.
Since then, when he is not working, he works as a volunteer to help more people in need.
Most of his salary was mailed home, and a portion was donated. When his elderly parents passed away and his younger brother started a family, most of the money he earned from working was used to help others.
His world is always sunny and colorful because he is always walking on the most glorious path.
Until he got older, he could no longer do jobs that required physical labor, and he had no diploma and could not even write a few words.
Under such circumstances, his fellow villager Qiu Fu, who opened a wax museum in the city, was willing to take him in, so Qiu Jianye came to the wax museum and became an employee.
Although he is called an employee, he is actually almost the same as a store manager. Qiu Fu has other businesses and rarely comes to the wax museum.
It was also in this year that Qiu Jianye adopted an abandoned baby girl who was born with intellectual disabilities. He named her Qiu Baihua, hoping that she would bloom like a flower in spring.
Later, Qiu Fu occasionally came to the store and saw Qiu Baihua. He didn't say anything. When Qiu Baihua grew up a little, Qiu Fu would teach her to write when he was in a good mood.
Qiu Jianye's world is still full of sunshine, and even with the appearance of his "granddaughter" Qiu Baihua, there are really flowers blooming under his sunshine.
Just when the audience also felt happy and happy, as if they had had a sweet dream...something seemed to have gone wrong with Qiu Fu's business, and he had been looking for something.
Until that day, he accidentally saw Qiu Jianye's pocket watch.
The words on the photo in the pocket watch pierced Qiu Fu's eyes, and his eyes glowed strangely: "Xiaohua was born on July 15th?"
Qiu Jianye didn't know this either, he just answered cheerfully: "I don't know, Xiaohua was adopted by me on July 15th, and that day is her birthday."
It was unclear whether Qiu Fu heard this or not.
Within two days, the road leading to Qiujia Village was completed.
Qiu Fu asked: "Do you want to go back to the village to take a look? I heard that your brother's family also gave birth to a little granddaughter."
Qiu Jianye, who had not returned home for many years, was moved.
He took Qiu Baihua on the bus to Qiujia Village.
The bus was driving on the road, which was not very wide, but Qiu Jianye was in a good mood.
Not only because of returning home, but also because of the construction of this road and his donation.
Qiu Jianye, who works in the city, never forgets his fellow villagers in the poor mountain villages. He hopes that everyone can come out of the mountains and see the beautiful scenery in the city.
The changes in the village are not that big, except that everyone's houses look more spacious and there is a small store.
The villagers surrounded him and seemed very enthusiastic, toasting him at the table. Qiu Jianye attributed this to his donation.
As he was drinking, he fell headfirst onto the table. He seemed to hear vaguely noisy voices discussing something.
"… Cut off the roots… What if he wakes up?"
"But... donations... If he makes more money in the future, maybe he will donate to us..."
"Just say that the girl ran away and was not rescued... Anyway, she is a fool..."
"His brother, your family has given birth to three girls. Let him take one away and live a comfortable life in the city."
"I don't want to keep it anymore... It's a money-loser, I hope he can take it away!"
“Then let’s do this… Dafu, have you caught him…” “Ah! Uncle… Grandpa… Grandpa!”
"Hurry up! Block her mouth! Isn't she a silly girl? How can she still talk?"
"Ah—Grandpa... it hurts..."
"Dead? Hurry up..."
"all directions… "
"Bury..."
"It's done!"
No…right.
what happened
Those familiar voices... When I called him before, they were all very kind... They must be his relatives, right
The picture looked like golden red syrup that was overcooked, emitting an unpleasant smell, and the picture became sticky and dark.
Qiu Jianye opened his eyes.
With dull eyes, he looked around the dilapidated house where he grew up.
Because no one had lived in it for many years, the room was covered with dust and cobwebs.
Squeak—
The door opened.
A man who looked similar to Qiu Jianye walked in, with a smile on his face, and looked at Qiu Jianye.
"Brother, look, this is Yuanyuan, my granddaughter. Why don't you take her away? We are a family after all. If you adopt that little idiot, wouldn't he be a bastard? Look how much Yuanyuan looks like you!"
The baby in the cradle looked at him with its big black eyes, and one could seem to see the blood flowing beneath the tender skin on its chubby face.
Qiu Jianye asked: "Where is Xiaohua?"
"Well, that idiot has a problem with her brain. We didn't keep an eye on her for a while, and she ran very fast. I don't know where she ran to."
Qiu Jianye pushed him away and staggered forward.
The smiling faces around him turned into hyenas relying on their fangs waiting to share their flesh and blood. Countless hands reaching up to him for money stopped him at this moment.
Noisy and cold.
Qiu Jianye stumbled like a madman in the sticky black syrup, looking for his granddaughter.
He shouted the names of the flowers again and again towards the empty mountains and crowded woods, but no one responded.
Why
He has been doing good deeds all his life, he has been working hard for others’ suffering, he has been a good person all his life—
Why?!
The picture was distorted and the scene was unclear. It seemed that he rushed in with a knife. He searched for clues... and found a floral skirt stained with blood.
There seemed to be a complaint coming from the corner of the darkness.
"Whose house is this? Why did you pick this thing up?"
"…Ya'er said her skirt was pretty and not damaged, and could be worn again after washing…"
Aaaaahhh!!!
Qiu Jianye's figure was twisted and elongated, and he kept waving the knife in his hand.
A kind person who never hurts others, even when he is desperate and angry, is so helpless that he is not like a snake but just like a hemp rope.
The old hemp rope didn't hurt anyone.
Why!
Why!!!
Thunder flashed, and the dark picture was blown away by a gust of wind.
Everyone finally came out of their memories. The deputy store manager in front of them had swelled to more than two meters tall and was roaring angrily.
At this moment, everyone looked at him with complicated expressions and took two steps back.
Although the players had weapons in their hands, no one had the heart to attack such a huge "monster".
Was Qiu Baihua born on July 15th
Maybe, but more likely not.
July 15th was the time when Qiu Jianye picked her up. How could it be such a coincidence
The later prosperity of Qiujia Village was most likely due to the construction of the road.
This road allowed people from the mountains to leave and turned the poor village into a beautiful tourist destination with mountains and rivers.
A road with the name "Qiu Jianye" written on it became the road where Qiu Baihua lost her life.
"Can you please tell me!! What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong!!"
Qiu Jianye waved his arms, completely crazy.
But his madness only made people feel more uncomfortable, and the weapons in everyone's hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
Just as everyone was still hesitating, a green light flashed, and Jie Fangcheng blocked his wildly dancing arms with a sword.
"Qiu Jianye!" He roared, and the strong winds around him seemed to freeze for a moment.
In a trance, a black, majestic and powerful palace shadow seemed to appear behind him, suppressing the entire copy, and the sound of bells could be heard faintly from the shadow.
But if you look again carefully, there is no shadow.
Qiu Jianye's red eyes were clear for a moment, but then he quickly fell into madness again.
He roared wildly, and his arms, which were blocked by the giant sword, attacked again.
With a loud bang, the entire wax museum was shaking.
"Everyone get out!"
Following Jie Fangcheng's loud shout, everyone immediately left the wax museum.
Inside the museum, the shriveled old man had disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a ghost shrouded in black mist, from which screams of men, women, and children could be heard from time to time...
Why did this old man turn into a ghost
Although the NPCs in the game are souls, they are basically sliced souls, and no matter how strong the negative energy and resentment in the copy are, they cannot meet the conditions for hatching evil spirits.
"Hey! You're too brave to turn into a ghost in front of me!!"
Qiu Jianye could no longer hear anything.
He stared at Jie Fangcheng.
"I know you… "
A voice that sounded like a man or a woman was heard.
"Suppressed under the statue of Dongyue..."
A sarcastic smile appeared on Qiu Jianye's face.
Jie Fangcheng had no interest in discussing his own affairs, so he swung the huge sword in his hand.
"It's miserable to be a ghost, stop it! You'll spend a few years in jail, and you'll still be a hero when you're released."
Qiu Jianye looked at him and asked, "Why should I be punished? What did I do wrong? Answer me!!"
Jie Fangcheng shook his head: "Your revenge will not work this way. There are laws in the human world, let alone the underworld."
His expression was so calm, so calm that it made people feel angry.
Qiu Jianye roared and spread his arms.
"Then let me see... how much strength the legendary Master Jie has left now!!"
Outside the wax museum, one could only see a large cloud of black fog bursting out from the wax museum, which then appeared to be overwhelming and smashed down heavily.
Ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the wind howled, as if the world was experiencing a doomsday catastrophe.
And in the wax museum where no one else could see, the golden giant sword was swung around in an ordinary way.
"Boom."
The scene was horrifying yet strangely funny.
This sword was too ordinary, but when it hit Qiu Jianye, the black mist disappeared in an instant like a punctured balloon.
“Ahhhh!!”
The giant, who had expanded to more than two meters tall, rolled on the ground holding his head, with his one exposed eye looking at Jie Fangcheng in astonishment.
In the dark wax museum, only evil spirits and people from the underworld can see... Jie Fangcheng's body is covered with a layer of broken golden light of merit. Although the golden light is rich, it is not systematic.
But beneath the golden light, there was a thick black negative energy lingering that could almost completely extinguish the golden light. It seemed that one day, this negative energy would completely devour the golden light.
"you you… "
Jie Fangcheng sighed and squatted in front of him.
"There are only a few people who are better than me. What's the point of trying to hit a stone with an egg?"
As he spoke, Jie Fangcheng stretched out his hand, and faint black lines formed on his forehead.
Qiu Jianye rolled wildly on the ground.
"I'm not going!! I'm not going!!!"
Jie Fangcheng slapped him decisively.
Qiu Jianye, who was hit by his shot, shattered like a piece of glass. With just this shot, it seemed that a golden light penetrated into Qiu Jianye's body, and absorbed the originally foul smell from his body.
Qiu Jianye opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.
"Go ahead."
Enshrouded in pure, faint golden light, Qiu Jianye's red eyes finally became clear. Tears flowed from his eyes. He bowed deeply to Jie Fangcheng and disappeared in the copy. The invisible pulling force would bring him back to where he should go.
As soon as the black fog dissipated, the players outside rushed in instantly.
Everyone knows that Jie Fangcheng is amazing, but no one really knows where his limits are.
This Qiu Jianye is obviously no longer an ordinary dungeon NPC. How to say it... Everyone always feels that this NPC is like coming from another dimension, as if something different is changing.
But when everyone rushed in, they only saw the damaged and crumbling wax museum, and Qiu Jianye's figure disappeared.
A green light stood there, wiping the sword clean as if nothing had happened.
Someone couldn't help but ask: "Where is Qiu Jianye?"
Jie Fangcheng replied calmly: "Cut it off."
(End of this chapter)