Sixty-seventh bowl of soup (1)
Witnessing the fire with my own eyes, I even felt the same, as if it was my own female ghost who was burned by the flames, and curled up into a ball when she left the host's body. She held her head, her voice was low and fast, her tone was gloomy and urgent: "I can't, I can't, I can't... I won't go, I won't go, I won't go—"
When she opened her eyes, it was that fire, and when she closed her eyes, it was still that fire.
Open eyes are those two lunatics, close eyes are still those two lunatics.
Maybe she was crazy too, she just didn't realize it all the time.
The pipa was buzzing beside her, and the strings trembled slightly, but it was a pity that there was nothing here, and it still couldn't move.
The female ghost trembled like this for a long time, so long that even Mo Ze of Naihe Bridge thought she could not survive it and was about to give up, she stretched out her trembling hands and grabbed the pipa, and then found the driftwood like a drowning person. Hold tightly in my arms. She is a ghost now, but with the restoration of memory, her body gradually becomes complete.
There are countless ghosts in the Wangchuan River, and she is the most complete one among the five selected ghosts. Basically, there is not much damage on her body, but she looks extraordinarily emaciated. The ghost hand has become white and tender like cream, which complements the white bone pipa. It was obviously so painful, but he still gritted his teeth and held back.
She wants to go back.
This is her obsession.
Even if you know what you will face when you go back, you have to go back, you have to go back if you don’t know the future, no matter what, you have to go back.
However, before she could completely calm herself down, her vision went dark, and she randomly felt trapped in a body—a very cold, very cold body.
She can only feel that she has a physical body now, but she can't feel any external factors, and she can't even move her whole body.
Until a elixir was stuffed into the mouth, the female ghost slowly opened her eyes uncontrollably, and she saw a handsome and thin face, with exquisite features and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but there was an extremely sick whiteness, like a person who was about to dead people.
But obviously, that's just what it looks like.
The wide black robe was worn on him like a big bed sheet, his eyes were jet black, but his lips were blood red, after he gave the female ghost the elixir, he opened her eyelids with two fingers .
The female ghost found that her eyeballs could not move either.
"It's still not working... Why is it still not working..." the sick young man said, sounding anxious, but in fact his eyes were shining with a strange and excited light. It seems that for him, facing such a difficult problem as a female ghost is not enough to make him angry, but a challenge.
The female ghost didn't know what he was doing, and she didn't notice that the other party hugged her up—hell, if it wasn't for the change of direction she saw with her eyes, she wouldn't feel it at all!
She was carried to the edge of a huge bathtub. The water in the bathtub was black and exuded a stench that would kill even ghosts. From time to time, a few small bubbles appeared in it, which looked like boiling water. Then the young man took her Putting it in, the female ghost still didn't notice it until he opened her chin and stuffed another pill, and then as time passed, the female ghost gradually noticed that her limbs became soft-before that, she was almost as hard as a block of stone.
Or maybe... not rocks.
It's a corpse.
A dead body.
After soaking for an unknown amount of time, the young man came over again. First he pinched her face, and then went all the way down to touch her body. Seeing that the muscles had become as soft as a living thing, he nodded in satisfaction: "Get up."
For some reason, the female ghost could not help but follow his instructions, and her body was completely out of her control.
She got out of the bathtub naked and stood straight in front of the young man. The sick young man narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Kneel down."
She does.
"Get up."
"Squat down."
"Turn around."
"Bring me the dagger on the table."
Rather than using the female ghost, it's more like testing whether her soft texture is good enough for normal use.
After receiving the dagger, the sick young man stroked the female ghost's shoulder lightly—the female ghost subconsciously followed and lowered her head to look. The dagger was extremely sharp, and a cut appeared in her skin immediately, and a trace of black blood slowly flowed out.
... Sure enough, it was a corpse.
The young man didn't know what method he used to control her body, making her his slave, but he never gave orders, and he couldn't have control over his own body, and even had to receive orders for every move. Nothing is her own but thoughts.
What method in this world can turn a corpse into a living puppet
Seeing that the blood was flowing out, the young man immediately became unhappy, he pinched here and there at the female ghost, and said for a while, "That's the only way..."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to do his own thing, leaving her here without caring about her. Obviously, to him, the female ghost was just a corpse, although it was movable and soft—it was just a corpse after all.
The young man was busy like this for a long time... until it was getting dark, he snapped his fingers as if remembering something. Then the female ghost saw two servants coming in from the outside, with food in their hands, but—she felt something was wrong, the two walked stiffly and mechanically, their eyes were dull and straight ahead, they didn’t look like living people at all, but—
It was also a corpse!
How could there be so many corpses here? !
She was uneasy, because she didn't know how she was going to get out of here, and she was very clear about the task to be completed, but if she kept this state, it would be useless to be clear! She couldn't control her body at all, and she couldn't even speak!
The young man waved the two living corpses out, and only she and the young man were left in the room. The female ghost kept trying to control her body, but it was all in vain. She tried to speak again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even move her lips. This made her a little anxious, but the young man had just lowered his head and took a bite of the noodles, when he accidentally glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and suddenly let out a gasp in surprise.
The female ghost's heart was full of alarm bells, the young man walked over with a hook of the corner of his mouth, pinched her chin, stared at her eyes and looked again and again, it was his illusion, and just now he really felt that the zombie's eyes flashed what emotion.
He ordered her: "Blink."
The female ghost blinked uncontrollably. If the young man didn't give her an order, she wouldn't even be able to move her eyeballs.
It's like a puppet being manipulated.
"Alive? Dead?"
The female ghost wanted to tell him that she was alive, but she didn't know how to express it. Until the young man hesitated for a few seconds with a frowning face, turned over and went to the medicine cabinet beside him, tossing for a while, finally took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill from it, and muttered as he walked, "This is the ten thousand corpses that I have refined for ten years. Dan, just this one, it would be a pity if it doesn't work..."
It's just that he remembered that he had refined so many living corpses, and this was the only one with soft skin that could express emotions. Although it was probably his illusion, for a poison-making madman like a young man, even a little possibility , he also wants to explore.
The female ghost was forced to swallow the elixir, and when the elixir entered her throat, her internal organs were as if they were on fire, and her internal organs seemed to be scorched from the pain, which made her open her mouth and make a slight ah sound.
The young man's eyes lit up: "It's really alive!"
Afterwards, the female ghost became a treasure. His sparkling eyes seemed to make him more energetic. He happily hugged the female ghost and put him on the bed again, staring at her with shining eyes: "Do you still remember your name?" What name?"
The female ghost could barely make a sound after taking the pill, and her body was still under control, but she still said with difficulty: "No... remember... remember..."
She really doesn't know who this body is.
Because obviously this is not the real host, but just a temporary container.
The young man looked at her again and again, but after a while, when he found that the female ghost could only make a sound anyway, and there was nothing else, he showed a disappointed expression.
I thought she was completely alive... That would be a miracle. You must know that this woman has been dead for more than three months. It would be interesting if she could come back to life. Although I can talk now, it is like a newborn baby intermittently, and I still don’t remember anything...
This made him a little unhappy.
A Ten Thousand Corpse Pill was wasted.
"stand up."
The female ghost stood up uncontrollably, and was punished by the young man to stand aside, "Get water and wash my feet."
Her body does not belong to her at all, but is controlled by the young man. When I got out of the room, I saw a living corpse standing every ten steps in the yard. It was as quiet as grass and trees, motionless, and their gaze never changed. Even if the female ghost appeared in front of her was a lively and naked They didn't respond to the beauty who was lying down, neither lifted their eyelids, nor even glanced at them.
To be dead is to be dead, even if one can walk around and do things, and the body does not rot, it is still dead.
The female ghost went to the well in the yard to draw water. The young man ordered her to fetch water, so that she could do nothing but what was necessary, and could not take her eyes off the well.
Back in the room, she automatically knelt down beside the young man. He was sitting on the bed, flipping through an old tattered and yellowing medical book.
The female ghost stretched out her hands, and she could see them, delicate and soft, as white as jade, they had never done any rough work, and they were raised like pearls and jade. However, at this moment she lifted the hem of the young man's robe, only to find that he was only wearing a robe, and he was tall and thin, which made him look so empty and thin.
He picked up the young man's feet and put them in the basin, lowered his head and washed them carefully, every toe was clean. If she hadn't done it herself, the female ghost couldn't believe that she would do such a thing one day.
She wanted to fight back, but her body wouldn't listen.