Grave Moving Brigade

Chapter 141: Smile Town 20

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The person on the bed looked pale, almost sickly.

He Xiangxi smiled gently, his bloodless lips outlined a shallow arc, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know when a bottle of medicine appeared in his hand.

There were no words on the medicine bottle. It was slightly tilted, and all the white pills fell into He Xiangxi's palm.

He opened his mouth wide and suddenly put his palm on his lips. Chen Ling had no time to stop him.

"What did you take..." Chen Ling's heart was pounding. He rushed over and pulled He Xiangxi up, pinching his cheeks to help him pick the pills out of his mouth.

He Xiangxi swallowed hard, and the bitter pills melted in his throat. The bitter taste slid into his esophagus and quickly entered his stomach.

"Let's go to the bathroom!" Chen Ling dragged the man up from the bed and pushed him to the bathroom. "You'll die if you don't vomit!"

"It would be great to die, and put an end to everything." He Xiangxi chuckled, shaking his shoulders morbidly, "Life is so painful, my parents force me to study and make progress every day, and force me to stand out. The teacher said I was not sociable and asked me to socialize with everyone. But what about my classmates? They think I'm boring, saying that I'm a good student and they don't deserve to be friends with me... I seem to do nothing right."

He raised his head and grabbed Chen Ling's arm with his fingers. His nails were very long and sharp, and it hurt Chen Ling a little.

"Chen Ling, aren't you the same? Anyone who is with you will be unlucky. There are countless evil spirits around you. They will kill you, your parents, relatives, and friends. No one understands your difficulties. They will only be afraid of you and stay away from you."

"Think about it carefully. Even your parents are cautious with you. And those crappy classmates look at you like a clown or a monkey!" He Xiangxi's eyes were bloodshot and red, and his nails almost dug into Chen Ling's flesh. "How pathetic your life is."

Chen Ling grimaced in pain and struggled to free his hand: "My parents have never disliked me." If they disliked me, why would they hide talismans in his pillow? They would have stayed away from them long ago.

"I don't care about my classmates' attitude towards me, as long as the people who love me treat me as usual." As if to let the other party know how determined he was, he stared hard into He Xiangxi's eyes, "But you, why do you appear by my side again and again? Ever since you appeared, you have been trying to lead my emotions to a negative direction."

He Xiangxi blinked slowly a few times, his voice distorted: "Because I am the regret and hatred in your heart, I am the embodiment of negativity."

Chen Ling was horrified to see that He Xiangxi, who was standing in front of him, had disappeared, and only a photo remained where he had stood.

In the corner of the last row of photos, there was a black human-shaped shadow. The facial contours and features could not be seen from the shadow, but Chen Ling was sure in his heart at the first moment that this was He Xiangxi.

He squatted down and picked up the photo.

The person who was supposed to be still in the photo became messy, but the shadow was expanding and soon occupied the entire photo, completely covering the rest of the people.

He Xiangxi smiled at Chen Ling, and blood flowed out of his mouth, quickly staining the photo red.

Chen Ling threw the photo away in panic and kept backing away.

The photo fell to the ground, and blood seeped out from inside the photo, flowing along the floor towards Chen Ling.

Hands stretched out from the blood one after another, and heads wet with blood appeared one after another. As people in the pool of blood continued to crawl out, Chen Ling saw pair after pair of bloody eyes hidden under the black hair.

They were men and women, young and old, and all of them were filled with resentment.

Chen Ling was so frightened that his legs went weak. His mind, which had been blurred by the fog, suddenly became clear. He remembered that He Xiangxi had died a long time ago, as early as when he was taken to the KTV and teased.

The terrifying evil spirits before him were all ones he had encountered before...

Why would something that had already happened happen again? Before Chen Ling could think about it, a female ghost had already grabbed his ankle with her bare bones.

The flesh on the palm of her hand was so festering that a piece of it fell off at the slightest friction on a living person's skin. The minced meat stuck to Chen Ling's calf, making his scalp numb.

"Get out of here!" He kicked hard.

There was immediately a hole on the ghost girl's head.

She looked up and her eyes began to bleed, dripping blood onto her skin, bringing a biting coolness.

Chen Ling couldn't help but shiver. He turned over and tried to crawl away, but before he could straighten his body with his arms, he suddenly felt a weight on his back.

A fat baby climbed onto his back and wrapped its chubby arms around the young man's neck... Chen Ling was almost crushed to pieces. As soon as he let out a broken and painful groan, a shadow covered his eyes.

He raised his eyes and a tuft of black hair swept down in front of his eyes.

Through the strands of black hair, he saw a pair of eyes with only the whites left. The eyes curved, as if smiling, but then the hair suddenly wrapped around his face.

Everything was pitch black in front of his eyes, and a suffocating feeling enveloped all his thoughts.

Sadly, he had no time to care, or no strength to fight it, because he felt that both his hands and feet were being held down by the ghost.

Those terrifying creatures, like extremely hungry beasts, rushed forward, eager to divide him up completely.

But even so, Chen Ling was still struggling hard.

There was a voice in his heart telling him that he must persist, he must resist, he cannot be defeated, and there are people waiting for him.

"What's the point of struggling? You're meant to live with these dark and disgusting things." Yu Feng's voice suddenly rang out.

Then came Chen Guang's voice: "Your life will only bring disaster to others. Accept your fate. In front of these things, your desire to survive is in vain."

Chen Ling's mouth was covered by his hair. He didn't dare to speak, but his eyes were wide open, as if he could see the light through the darkness before his eyes.

The voices around him were getting louder and louder, and the classmates who had thrown cakes at him before appeared again.

They laughed, cursed, and mocked. Countless sharp and harsh words entered Chen Ling's ears. He was angry. Life or death was his own choice. What right did others have to talk about it and make decisions for him

Not knowing where he got the strength from, Chen Ling managed to free his arm from the shackles of the evil spirit.

He grabbed the black hair that wrapped his head and dragged and pulled it hard. The evil spirit let out an angry roar, and more and more hair grew out from his scalp, wrapping Chen Ling like a mummy.

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and the sound of constant talking seemed to be ringing in his ears, persistently urging him to give up, give up.

Chen Ling was unwilling to give up. His life had just begun, why should he give up? Many people emerged in his mind, his father, his mother, Jiang Yu, and a face that was unfamiliar to him but seemed extremely important.

—Zhao Xunchang.

The man was already quite old, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

He stood in a wilderness, holding a talisman paper in his hand, "Who can have a smooth life? Struggling in adversity is human instinct, and breaking free from adversity is what you should be able to do. Go, let the master see how well you have learned."

Only then did Chen Ling realize that he was in a neglected cemetery.

The cemetery was filled with strange mists, which seemed to have eyes and pounced on him accurately. Chen Ling stepped back in fear, and the talisman paper that Zhao Xunchang had stuffed into his hands had been clenched into a ball by him because he was too nervous.

Zhao Xunchang looked at his disciple who turned back for help and said, "Go forward, don't be afraid, Master is here."

Chen Ling's legs were as soft as noodles. He didn't know if it was because the cemetery was too cold or because he was too scared, but his teeth were chattering, making a slight knocking sound.

He looked back one last time and found that Zhao Xunchang was already far away from him.

The fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and visibility was only two or three meters, which made Chen Ling feel as if he was surrounded by something.

He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands.

He opened his palm, revealing a yellow strip of talisman paper hidden inside.

There was nothing on the talisman paper, it was completely blank. Chen Ling panicked. He quickly spread out the talisman paper as if he couldn't believe it... He was not mistaken, there was indeed nothing on it.

Zhao Xunchang's voice came: "Do you remember what talisman to use now?"

The moment he finished speaking, the mist turned into one pale face after another, moving towards his face like crazy.

An idea suddenly flashed through Chen Ling's mind: "A talisman to drive away ghosts."

He bit his finger with ease and looked at the round blood bead on the fingertip. He was stunned for a moment. It seemed as if he had done this action many times. He didn't need to use his brain to recall it, his body had already performed it based on physical memory.

Blood beads floated on the blank talisman paper, leaving red lines as fingers moved.

The lines are smooth and beautiful, and the light shines.

Chen Ling came out of his memory, and in front of him was still the dark space created by the hair. He murmured a spell: "The way of heaven is clear, the way of earth is peaceful, the way of man is empty and quiet, the three elements are one, the heaven and the earth are mixed, a hundred gods are loyal, ten thousand generals are with us, and the devil star is defeated forever!"

This is a talisman to ward off ruin in the fate palace. Anyone who encounters great ruin in his fate can use this talisman to drive away ghosts and demons, and eliminate disasters and solve problems.

Chen Ling's mind was clear. Although he was still in an illusion, he already knew that all this was caused by the demons in his heart.

The ridicule and mockery from his former classmates were his inner demons. The days before he met Zhao Xunchang when he was forced by ghosts to have nowhere to hide were his inner demons. The evil and terrifying faces and festering bodies were also his inner demons.

But no one knows that these inner demons are not stable.

He was afraid and felt regretful, but he did not feel that his existence was meaningless, nor did he feel that he should just end it all.

He Xiangxi did suffer from cold violence on campus, but he ultimately died from his own narrow heart. Because his paper was plagiarized and he lost the qualification to participate in the project, he felt that his life was hopeless and he did not have the courage to continue.

But Chen Ling is not like that. School violence is no big deal to him. He has parents who love him, and he doesn’t feel pain if there are fewer people loving him.

Those cakes that were thrown at him were no big deal. After washing them at home, he would still be the clean Chen Ling.

He was afraid of ghosts, but he also stumbled through nearly two years in panic.

Then, he met Zhao Xunchang.

The one who changed his life.

Then, he met Jiang Yu and Wu Weiwei, and raised a talking parrot, a cute weasel, a five-zhu coin that could be used as a little door god, a three-corpse Gu that could replace the duties of an earthworm, and a German shepherd that could repel enemies in front and act coquettishly in the back.

His life fell from the clouds into the mud, and then he climbed out of the mud and walked into a courtyard full of laughter.

He Xiangxi's experience is similar to Chen Ling's, but they went in two different directions.

Thinking of this, Chen Ling's eyes sparkled, and the spell he chanted became more and more confident. By the seventh time, the demons and monsters that pounced on him actually showed signs of slacking off.

Chen Ling took the opportunity to turn over and jumped up, bit his finger and drew a talisman on the palm of his hand. The talisman condensed from his essence and blood was of extraordinary power. Before he could throw it out, all the demons and monsters retreated.

"Awake?" a man's voice came from above.

Before Chen Ling could react to what this meant, he just felt a dull pain in his chest and as if his throat was blocked.

He quickly bent down, patted his chest and spat out a mouthful of water with a fishy smell.

Jiang Yu grabbed the back of the young man's neck with his big hand, leaned his forehead against his, and said softly: "You drank the lake water and just entered the inner demon illusion."

Chen Ling swayed his body backwards, then leaned forward again, resting his forehead on the man's neck. He frowned and stuck out his tongue, feeling his mouth full of sand.

Only now did he realize that he was wet all over, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

After standing there for a while to calm down, Chen Ling stood up again. He opened his mouth and realized how hoarse his voice was. "How can I drink water?"

Before entering the illusion, he was clearly standing on the shore. Thinking of what happened before, he looked down at the palm of his hand. The Five Thunder Spirit Talisman that he had originally prepared to deal with the Death Qi Monster had been covered by the Fate Palace Ruining Talisman.

"When you just finished drawing the Five Thunder Spirit Talisman, you suddenly stopped, then quickly jumped into the water and lay flat on your back."

“…” Even without the ancestor telling Chen Ling what happened next, he must have started his lonely journey of performing without props like a lunatic.

Chen Ling cleared his throat awkwardly, glanced at Jiang Yu quietly, and made sure that the other party did not mean to laugh at him, then he whispered: "Thank you for just now."

If Jiang Yu hadn't entered the illusion to accompany him, giving him encouragement and support, he might have collapsed in the KTV illusion.

Humans are powerful, yet fragile.

Those past events that seem to have passed can be hit with one strike as long as the aim is correct, instantly destroying the solid fortress built up in the following years.

Until now, Chen Ling could still feel Jiang Yu using his body to protect his sense of security and burning body temperature when those cakes were thrown at him.

He thought that if he recalled the past events one day, Jiang Yu would definitely be there.

The past of facing everything alone has disappeared, and what remains in my heart is the memory of being accompanied and protected by others, with a touch of warmth and romance.

Chen Ling raised his head and kissed the man on the lips, "Thank you."

Jiang Yu's fingers on the back of the young man's neck moved to the back of his head, his fingertips inserted into his hair, and his fingertips soothingly groped the warm scalp underneath, "You're welcome."

Chen Ling smiled at him foolishly, and suddenly his expression changed, "I just drank lake water and haven't brushed my teeth yet..."

Jiang Yu rested his thumb on the young man's lips: "I don't mind."

To prove that he was speaking the truth, he gently kissed the young man's lips again.

There was a clicking sound behind him, Chen Ling turned around hurriedly and saw Li Hongyu who was about to leave.

Li Hongyu looked embarrassed, "I didn't mean to peek at you."

Chen Ling's face was a little hot, but fortunately the night covered the view. He walked forward and asked, "Why are you here? Are you also carrying water?"

Looking around, Li Hongyu did not bring the bucket or the carrying pole.

Li Hongyu said: "I came here because I heard the noise, but it seems that my help is not needed now."

After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Yu.

When Li Hongyu arrived, Chen Ling had already started his solo performance. Sometimes he lay in the shallow water, sometimes he walked back and forth on the shore. However, Jiang Yu did not even use talisman paper to subdue the terrifyingly thick death aura.

Thinking of the ball of blue fire, Li Hongyu couldn't help but feel curious. The fire that burned all the evil spirits in an instant was definitely not burned by the talisman paper. The color was wrong, and the power of the talisman fire was not that strong.

It was like a fire dragon wrapped in dark blue. It attacked swiftly and flexibly. In an instant, it wrapped the ball of death tightly and burned the ghosts that were trying to escape to nothing.

It has to be said that Jiang Yu's approach was simple, crude, and too ruthless.

After hearing what Li Hongyu said, Chen Ling finally remembered that there was still a dead monster that he hadn't dealt with. He looked around and tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve: "Did you deal with it?"

It looks like there is nothing left.

Jiang Yu: "Yes." He nodded to Li Hongyu. "The night is filled with yin energy and the dim light is not conducive to action. I buried talismans by the lake, which will be able to sense any unusual movements. I will go back today and we will talk about it tomorrow if there is anything else."

Li Hongyu watched the two people leave and stood alone by the lake for a long time.

Judging from Chen Ling’s crazy state just now, he must have lost his mind and entered into an illusion. But what kind of illusion can quietly confuse a person’s mind

Thinking of the saliva that the other person had spit out, Li Hongyu half squatted down and reached out to scoop up a handful of water.

Just as he was about to try it, a small stone flew from a distance and hit him right between the eyebrows.

Wu Weiwei was standing on the edge of a field far away, holding a slingshot in his hand. Even though Li Hongyu couldn't see his expression clearly due to the distance, he could still feel his rage.

"Are you an idiot? How dare you drink any water?" The mountains were empty and echoes spread out.

Li Hongyu loosened his fingers and the water fell back into the lake. When he looked up again, Wu Weiwei had already reunited with Chen Ling and the others, and was being supported to walk up.

Chen Ling glanced at Wu Wei's feet and frowned seriously: "Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Why did you come out?"

"It's because of the ghosts yelling outside. I'm afraid something will happen to you." Wu Weiwei looked back at Jiang Yu and made sure that both sides were far enough away. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jiang is so awesome. It only took three to five seconds for the black shadow and the little ghost on the shore to be burned to death by the fire in his palm."

"There's something wrong with that lake water." When the death monster appeared, it was surrounded by black air. It should be the water vapor mixed in it that made him enter a fantasy world.

But as the death monster disappeared, he still did not come out of the illusion until the lake water stuck in his throat was spit out... It was not the death monster that created the illusion, but the entire Blue Lake.

The things that can bring out the inner demons are hidden in the lake.

Thinking of this, Chen Ling couldn't help but criticize and educate him again: "Don't jump around until your feet are healed. If you fall into the lake, who can save you?"

Wu Weiwei curled his lips.

As soon as Chen Ling saw that he was unconvinced, he felt like doing something. He didn't dare to twist the old man's ears, but he dared to act tough with Wu Weiwei.

He raised his hand and pinched the other person's ear, and threatened in a low voice: "Do you remember what I said?"

"It's clear, it's clear." Wu Weiwei rubbed his ears and muttered softly, "I just did a good thing, why don't you praise me?"

"Are you talking about Li Hongyu?" Chen Ling couldn't help but admire this person.

You are so bold. Can you drink the water from the Blue Lake casually

He gave Wu Weiwei a thumbs up without hesitation, "You shot the slingshot well, but if you want to praise this kind of thing you have to find the person involved."