Bai Wuliang stood at home.
He had been standing like this for a long time, from the time he left Qingyun Temple, said goodbye to Jiang Mianmian, returned to his home, and stood in front of his door. He had been standing like this with a frown on his face.
It's very quiet at home.
Both parents stayed quietly in the room.
The house is also dirty.
The place that had been cleaned was once again made dirty and messy, which was intolerable to Bai Wuliang.
But the reason why Bai Wuliang frowned now was not because of some dirty things.
He even went to see some garbage.
He just stared at the door.
It was like he was looking at something strange, as if it was not a simple door, but something he had never seen before.
But it was just an ordinary blue door.
After a long time, Bai Wuliang took out the monocle from his pocket again, put it on his left eye, and stared at the door without blinking.
What he saw through the lens was not a blue door, but a brown door.
Bai Wuliang's brows knitted even tighter. What was going on? Why was what he saw with his naked eyes different from what he saw with his glasses? Was it his eyes that had a problem? Or had the situation at home become more difficult
When Bai Wuliang saw the blue door in his house, he looked at it with his naked eyes and with glasses. After two days, he was sure that the color of the blue door he saw with his naked eyes was the same as that seen with glasses.
Bai Wuliang looked at it for a long time. He took off his glasses and put on his monocle again and again. After repeating this several times, Bai Wuliang rubbed his bloodshot left eye tiredly.
He did not panic, but walked towards his grandfather's room with his glasses. He saw with his naked eyes that it was a brown door. Bai Wuliang put on his glasses and looked again, and it was still a brown door.
Bai Wuliang put on his glasses and observed every door in the house. Whether he looked with his naked eyes or through glasses, they were all brown doors.
Only the door of his room turned blue when he looked through the glasses.
If he had carefully picked up his glasses to check the color of the door, he might have entered the blue room without noticing and called out.
But Bai Wuliang always felt that something was wrong, and it was the old players who reminded him.
If you think about it calmly, if there is a reason that makes his house more difficult, then maybe it's not just the blue door that has changed, there may also be problems with the monsters in the house.
Bai Wuliang hesitated for a moment, then he picked up a broom and pretended to sweep, then walked cautiously to his parents' bedroom.
Bai Wuliang raised his hand and knocked on the door. The person inside answered him, but he knew there was a monster in the house because the door was locked.
Bai Wuliang slowly opened the door with the key. The sound of the brown door opening startled the monster in the room, or perhaps Bai Wuliang's knocking on the door had already attracted the monster's attention from the beginning.
Under Bai Wuliang's gaze, the parents who were sitting in the room slowly raised their heads, revealing their unrecognizable faces. In their turbid eyes, there was the same vigilance as Bai Wuliang's.
The two monsters stared at each other.
Both sides were equally vigilant.
Bai Wuliang was standing by the door and took a step closer. He perfunctorily maintained his politeness and said, "Dad, Mom, your room is a little dirty."
With a white-gloved hand holding a monocle in front of his left eye, Bai Wuliang first narrowed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them wide.
Because through the lens, he not only saw his parents as monsters, but also saw strange red lines on their bodies.
A voice sounded from deep in his heart, constantly telling him that he only needed to hurt his parents where the red line was, and the two monsters disguised as his parents would be easily defeated.
The sound is very magical, just like when you read text normally, although you can't hear any sound, there is a voice inside your body saying so.
Bai Wuliang held up his glasses and stared quietly at the monster parents whose weaknesses were all exposed in his sight. Father and mother Bai seemed to have sensed something, and a hint of fear appeared on their faces. They turned sideways as best they could, trying to avoid the parts with exposed red lines, and a bluffing and ferocious look appeared on their two bloody faces.
Bai Wuliang heard the voice and continued, "Don't you resent them? They gave up on you in the first place. It was all their fault. They are not qualified to be a qualified parent. They have taken good care of you since you were a child. But they threw you away as soon as they had a new child. They didn't even hesitate for a moment. You are not as good as your grandfather, but you are not as good as the child of the embryo? Go and punish them..."
When the tempting voice sounded, Bai Wuliang took off his lenses bit by bit.
When he put down the glasses, the expressions of Bai's father and mother, who were sitting on the bed, froze. Although their bodies were still tense, they were much better than when Bai Wuliang was wearing glasses just now.
They are very afraid of me when I wear a monocle.
Bai Wuliang thought calmly.
What was that sound just now? Where did it come from? Was it the power he brought when he burned the dragon head incense today
It was not a sudden association of Bai Wuliang, because when he went to burn the dragon head incense, he encountered the same question of conscience that he had just encountered before, but there was a certain difference between the two. If he was trapped in that kind of emotion when burning the dragon head incense, he might fall into the abyss of no return at any time. But now if he listened to the voice
It seems like it could really hurt the two monsters in the house.
Looking at his parents who seemed to be in a state of not being nervous, Bai Wuliang slowly backed out of the door. Under their cold gazes, he closed the door.
The decision to retreat was a bit difficult for Bai Wuliang, because being able to kill monsters was extremely attractive to players, and the buff that Longtouxiang could gain might have a time limit. If he missed the opportunity just now, he might not have a similar opportunity again.
But Bai Wuliang didn't want to take any risks.
He believed more in the principle of equivalent exchange in the card world. Today, he didn't pay much to complete the adventure of burning dragon head incense. It was even very easy for him. What happened in the past had never been a demon in his heart. He would feel sad that his parents gave up on him, but a little sadness was not worth becoming a psychological barrier.
It's just an easy adventure mission, but it can eliminate A-level monsters. It doesn't sound like a card world that will leave players with no blood.
Bai Wuliang took a deep breath, picked up his phone and sent a message to Jiang Mianmian, asking: "How do you feel about burning the dragon head incense so far?"
He and Jiang Mianmian both went to burn dragon head incense. If he had a buff now, Jiang Mianmian would also have it.
"My perception has become clearer. I seem to be able to sense the direction where my stepfather is hiding. Give me some more time, maybe I can find him!" Jiang Mianmian sent the message a little excitedly, and rarely used an exclamation mark.
Is the perception clearer
Bai Wuliang was stunned when he saw the reply.
What is perception? Vision, hearing, smell, touch, etc., including the sixth sense, are all considered a type of perception.
Is it a kind of improvement for Jiang Mianmian? Moreover, the perception improvement is also very limited, and it is impossible to find the location of the stepfather all at once, which is in line with the reward for Bai Wuliangxin to complete the adventure.
When Bai Wuliang thought about it, he was stunned again, because he suddenly realized that his perception had actually been greatly improved. For example, when he just met his parents, he could feel the negative emotions such as disgust, fear, and vigilance coming from his parents.
But his parents' faces had turned into monsters, covered in blood, their noses were not noses, and their eyes were not eyes. It was very difficult to judge a monster's emotions in this situation. In the past few days, Bai Wuliang could only sense a general "dislike" from his parents.
Today he and Jiang Mianmian did the same thing. Jiang Mianmian's perception became clearer, and for him, his perception also became clearer.
Bai Wuliang blinked hard and looked at his room again. The closed door was still blue.
Before, he only suspected that the difficulty of his house had increased to an unknown level, making the blue door more difficult to distinguish, but he never thought that -
He wears a monocle over his left eye.
What if it’s the glasses that are wrong
How could the glasses be wrong? They were glasses that could see the essence of things. They accompanied him through one pair after another and helped him to see through crisis after crisis. It can be said that he relied on a monocle to get to where he is today!
But why can't glasses be wrong? !
Bai Wuliang lowered his eyes and stared at the monocle in his hand. His distorted appearance was reflected on the lens.
He suddenly remembered that when Tang Ning was trapped today, Jiang Mianmian had suddenly asked him, what color do you think the door is.
A very abrupt question.
Maybe someone would suddenly jump to ask this kind of question, but Jiang Mianmian has never been such a person.
Bai Wuliang picked up his phone again and sent a message to Jiang Mianmian: "When you came to my house today, did you see what color my door was?"
Jiang Mianmian replied: "Blue."
Bai Wuliang's pupils kept shrinking as he stared at the reply Jiang Mianmian gave him. If eyes had power, then those two simple words might have been burned directly by his gaze.
Jiang Mianmian continued: "Lin Yun and Tangning saw that the door was also blue."
As soon as Bai Wuliang stopped staring at Jiang Mianmian's reply, he seemed to turn into a statue.
After a while, he replied: "Yes, I saw it too."
“It’s blue.”
He put the monocle in front of his eyes again and slowly raised his eyes to look at his door.
Still a brown door.
A voice that he couldn't tell whether it was male or female, old or young, rang in his mind: "No, it's brown."
“The world you see through the glasses is the real world. What ordinary players see is fake.”
"Don't you believe it? Attack those two monsters according to the weaknesses the glasses tell you."
"How can glasses deceive you?"
Bai Wuliang held his glasses in one hand and his phone in the other. He didn't type, but instead sent a voice message to Jiang Mianmian over there: "Will I deceive you?"
call out.
A new voice came.
Bai Wuliang's finger lightly touched the screen, and the girl's voice sounded without hesitation: "Everything in the card world may deceive you."
Bai Wuliang put the glasses in front of him into his arms. He seemed to hear a voice in his mind urging him, "If you don't believe it, what does that little girl Jiang Mianmian know? With what you saw, she didn't even know where to fire the gun—"
“Yes.”
Bai Wuliang said calmly: "I have been unable to see where my stepfather is, but I just found out."
"That's an illusion! Mom has paranoid delusions! She's a lunatic just like Mom. Have you forgotten how crazy that little girl was at the beginning?!"
“You are not my inner voice.”
Bai Wuliang suddenly raised the corners of his lips in a mocking arc.
"In my heart, I have never looked down on myself."
The excited voice suddenly stopped. Bai Wuliang stood in front of the blue door. There were eight-diagram mirrors and talismans hanging on the door, which were very dangerous to evil spirits. Therefore, Bai Wuliang asked politely: "Hey, you suddenly shut up. Are you unable to convince me or are you afraid of these two things?"
The voice spoke.
Bai Wuliang held up his monocle and approached the Bagua mirror and talisman: "Practice true knowledge—"
"Stop!!!" the voice sounded menacingly.
Somewhat fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.
So Bai Wuliang showed a polite yet particularly provocative smile on his face: "It seems that you are really afraid of the two tools on the door."
"What on earth are you?" he asked.
The hand that held the lens next to the Bagua mirror moved, and the two objects were very close, at a distance that Bai Wuliang would touch if his hand shook slightly.
"Don't you know what I am?" the voice finally answered.
Bai Wuliang moved the distance of his lens slightly, as he was afraid that he would accidentally touch the two objects.
"But you have chosen to wear me."
Bai Wuliang's eyebrows slightly raised: "Oh? How come I don't know?"
"Who knows... You don't want to remember, so why do you blame me?"
Bai Wuliang smiled slightly, and he carefully moved his glasses towards the talisman again: "You can help me remember."
Faced with the obvious danger facing him, the voice that seemed to be not arrogant at the beginning snorted coldly. The cold snort seemed like a needle piercing Bai Wuliang's mind, causing his brain to ache. But then a scene from the past emerged in Bai Wuliang's mind.
He saw his past self.
He was so haggard from a serious illness that he looked like a ghost. He collapsed on the building in pure white clothes. He covered his mouth and coughed continuously. Blood seeped through his fingers and stained his clothes. However, Bai Wuliang still had the strength to take the plastic bag out of his pocket. He curled up in the building while vomiting blood, as weak as a prodigal dog.
If he could clearly get up and open the door, he could go back to his room and have a good rest. However, in order to avoid his parents discovering his illness, he could only get up with difficulty, walk around the door step by step holding the stairs, and then go up one more floor with difficulty to prevent his parents from suddenly opening the door and bumping into him.
Bai Wuliang endured the pain and looked over. He could hardly recognize that he had looked so weak before.
The strange voice appeared again: "It hurts, right? Do you still remember the feeling of pain? Do you remember asking yourself if it was worth it? You could have confessed to your family at that time! With such a serious illness, even if you have money, you can get comfort and care from your family, and at least have a cup of hot water, instead of sitting in a dirty building like you, like a piece of trash—"
Bai Wuliang clenched his hands and pressed his lips into a straight line.
Are you really not complaining
When in extreme physical pain, even if you have thought about letting go, some resentment will still linger.
"No! It's worse than garbage! You're even afraid that your creation will offend their eyes! You paid so much, but in the end they threw it away without hesitation."
Bai Wuliang watched the scene expressionlessly. He saw a piece of lens sticking out of his pocket.
Those venomous snake-like emotions were suppressed by him with amazing control. His nails dug into the flesh, leaving a trail of blood. Bai Wuliang remembered that day when he was walking on the road and suddenly saw a delicate monocle. Although he was not nearsighted and had no interest in appearance decorations, he picked up the glasses as if he was possessed by a ghost.
Later, he entered the card game and found that the glasses he picked up by chance were an S-level tool. He had picked them up in reality. It was probably because the card game invaded reality. The tool accidentally came to the real world and was picked up by him as an ordinary person by chance. Although the probability of this happening is very small, it is possible.
Bai Wuliang has always felt that picking up a lens was one of the few lucky things in his unfortunate first half of life.
But now he suddenly realized that this might be his greatest misfortune.
"Are you the ghost attached to those glasses?" Bai Wuliang asked coldly after being silent for a long time.
His voice was so calm that it interrupted the voice's endless speech.
"So what if you are a human or a ghost? Your parents are human. Have they ever helped you? If it weren't for me, how did you survive in the card world? Would you have such a strong spirit and so much wealth now? Bai Wuliang, I am like your second parent."
"What did you get from me?" Bai Wuliang asked coldly.
In the past, he thought that the glasses were just a tool for people to use, but now he found that there was a ghost living on them. That meant that every time he used the power of the glasses, he was making a deal with the ghost.
In the card world, what you gain you lose. He couldn't even imagine how much he had gained from the glasses.
The chattering voice stopped.
"Answer me!" Bai Wuliang's glasses moved closer to the talisman, but the voice that had been afraid of the talisman before now softened again, as if to see if he dared to continue.
Bai Wuliang's hand very steadily placed the lens on the talisman. At that moment, a painful muffled sound rang in his brain, but at the same time, a low cry of pain escaped from the corner of Bai Wuliang's lips.
A surge of burning sensation came from Bai Wuliang's left eye! It seemed that his left eye and the lens were damaged together! No, not only his left eye, but also a part of his soul was deeply hurt. He had a premonition that if he continued like this, he would be seriously injured!
The voice that was still in pain the previous second actually laughed at that moment, full of malice, "You keep threatening me with this! Are you sure you want to keep doing something that will hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred?!"
Bai Wuliang took a deep breath and stuck the lens onto the talisman.
The voice in my head laughed even louder, full of wantonness and arrogance.
"I really hate people threatening me." Bai Wuliang said word by word.
"Hehehe, so what?"
Amidst the laughter, a stream of warm blood dripped from Bai Wuliang's eyes. The laughter suddenly stopped, and he almost shouted in fear: "You are crazy!!!"
Something stained with blood fell to the ground.
Bai Wuliang opened his hollow left eye, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably due to the physical pain. "Back then I was able to wear glasses, and now I can also take them off."
"You're a lunatic! You're a lunatic!!! Do you think you can get rid of me just because you're disabled? No way!!!" The voice yelled in Bai Wuliang's mind in frustration: "I'm here! Do you think you can outlive a vice?!"
"Why not?" Bai Wuliang took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and covered his left eye with it.
"I am your eyes. Without me, you are like a blind person!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Bai Wuliang picked up his phone as if he had a premonition. He looked at the screen with his intact right eye. Jiang Mianmian, whom he had set as "special concern", sent a message: "Open the door, I'm here with a reliable taxi."
Bai Wuliang's face was twisted in pain and a twisted smile slowly appeared on it.
Unstoppable blood flowed from the handkerchief, across his face, and into his lips and teeth. His snow-white teeth turned scarlet. He was like a bloodthirsty monster. "My eyes are coming."
He let out a chuckle, responding to the ghost thing's previous behavior of constantly adding noise pollution to his mind.
"When did you let that little girl come over here!" the voice was incredulous.
A sharp crackling sound was heard, and Bai Wuliang, who had just walked to the door, met Jiang Mianmian, who was holding a chainsaw. Jiang Mianmian, who was still gasping for breath, looked at Bai Wuliang, who was missing an eye.
Jiang Mianmian opened her eyes wide.
The old man behind Jiang Mianmian sighed: "Why is a little girl holding a saw?"
The old man said as he looked at Bai Wuliang who looked like a fierce ghost. He asked with concern: "Young man, why don't you go to the hospital?"
Jiang Mianmian, who had been staring at Bai Wuliang's wound without blinking, heard these words and quickly asked, "Are we going to the morgue?"
The old man choked and said, "Of course I'll go see a doctor."
There was no change in Jiang Mianmian's expression, but her body was obviously much more relaxed.
If he is sent to the hospital in this situation, it is clear whether he is an unscrupulous person or a human being.
It's much better than the worst case scenario I could have imagined.
Bai Wuliang smiled: "Thank you, I was careful about how hard I hit you. Why don't you help me figure out how to deal with the things first." As he said that, he pinched the monocle with two fingers with a bit of disgust.
The voice in my head was going crazy: "Bai Wuliang!!! How dare you!!!"
Bai Wuliang said softly: "Can you just smash it to pieces?"
The old man was wearing flip-flops. He reached into his pants with a sad face and said, "Alas, you came at an untimely time. The talisman I used to celebrate the 500th anniversary of the founding of the temple has been taken away by you young people."
Jiang Mianmian, who was watching nervously, was stunned.
The old man said: "But, there was another one left with you guys before."
As the old man spoke, he swaggered towards the blue door. He tore off a talisman from the door and held the yellow talisman between his old fingers. When he held the talisman, his whole temperament changed. He was no longer the old grandfather next door, but instead had a dignified and upright look.
"Taishangtaixing, respond to changes without stopping, drive away evil spirits and bind demons, protect life and body, be wise and clear, have peace of mind, have three souls forever, and have no spirit lost! Divine spell to purify heaven and earth!" The yellow talisman was pasted directly on the lens by the old man!
A scream rang in Bai Wuliang's mind.
Bai Wuliang's entire soul trembled violently and he could hardly stand!
Jiang Mianmian immediately rushed over to support the staggering Bai Wuliang. Looking at Bai Wuliang's pale face and bloodless lips, she couldn't help but asked the old man: "Chief, what's going on?! Why is he-" Why does he look even worse? !
The old man took back his hand, his face solemn: "This thing has a deep connection with you, young friend, it cannot be destroyed easily, otherwise you will be destroyed too"
He hadn't finished speaking, but Bai Wuliang already knew what the other party meant. Just now, when he pressed the talisman on his lens, he had a premonition.
Over the years, he may have developed a symbiotic relationship with the thing on his glasses, and even if his left eye is lost, he will never be able to get rid of this relationship.
The old man sighed: "Whatever... After all, it has something to do with me..."
What does it mean
Bai Wuliang looked at the old man in confusion, and waited for him to ask, only to hear the old man continue: "A year ago, I met your parents..."
"I have some fate with them. When I saw that they had ghostly faces, I wanted to end my fate and go to help them. At that time, I saw a ghost that looked like you in the house. You were clearly dead. I thought it was you who was obsessed with it and stayed at home to harm your parents..."
He laughed mockingly: "I am an old man who finally hunted geese and was blinded by them..."
After saying this, he looked deeply at the glasses, and his meaning was self-evident.
Bai Wuliang didn't have much thought after hearing this. He guessed that it was the background filled in for him by the system in the deputy village. After all, the home in the deputy village would not be a one-to-one restoration of reality, and there would be some artistic processing.
"Captain, you don't have to blame me." Bai Wuliang said this with great consideration, as if he was not the victim in this matter at all. At least that was the case for him now. "You helped our family back then, and I am already very grateful to you."
As he spoke, the voice in his head laughed weakly. It was so light, like a sneer, because it lacked the strength to do so.
It was always in a sarcastic tone, and was better at irritating people than Bai Wuliang. Bai Wuliang ignored it. The old man looked at Bai Wuliang, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes, as if he expected Bai Wuliang to say something to forgive him.
The old man hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and forcibly took out another talisman: "This is real... If you hear any strange noises again or feel that your body is out of control, put it under your tongue... At that point, even if you injure a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, you can't care!"
After saying this, perhaps out of heartache, the old man turned out both of his pockets, and indeed they were empty. He said to Jiang Mianmian with a sad face, "Little girl, the fish you just said you would treat me to is only for one meal, but that won't work!"
"You can eat as many meals as you want!" Jiang Mianmian quickly promised.
The old man said aggrievedly: "Oh, old man, I am a talisman... Let's go! Let's go eat fish now!"
Jiang Mianmian, who was still holding Bai Wuliang, was stunned for a moment, "Now? Long, I still want to accompany him."
"What are you doing?" The old man shook his head. "Let's go eat fish!"
Although the old man told Jiang Mianmian the reason for not letting her stay, Jiang Mianmian hesitated for a moment and finally let go of Bai Wuliang's hand. These high-level NPCs had their own logic in what they said and did. Since the other party did not stay to accompany Bai Wuliang, there must be a reason from a high-level person.
"I can do that." Bai Wuliang accepted the talisman given by the old man. He said to Jiang Mianmian, "Please eat more fish and take my portion."
Jiang Mianmian still looked at Bai Wuliang with some concern.
"Let's go, let's go. Why are you taking so long to eat fish?" the old man muttered as he stood at the door.
Jiang Mianmian glanced at Bai Wuliang again, and Bai Wuliang curled his lips and smiled: "Why? Are you worried about me?"
It was Bai Wuliang's unique smile that deserved a beating. Although Bai Wuliang's smile looked very polite in the past, it always made people want to hit him.
Now with one eye missing and blood all over his face, he smiles like Bai Wuliang
Jiang Mianmian was sure that he still wanted to beat the other person, so he took out a note from his arms, stuffed it into Bai Wuliang's arms, and waved at Bai Wuliang, "Let's go."
The door was closed and Bai Wuliang stood quietly in the room, holding a monocle in one hand and the talisman given to him by the chief and the note given to him by Jiang Mianmian in the other.
Blood kept flowing from his eyes and dripped onto the notebook.
That faint voice sounded in his mind: "Hey? What are you doing? Hurry up and throw away those things. I think we still have a chance to shake hands and make peace. We have lived in peace for so long. Today, you and I are both rushing. You don't really want to die with me, do you? Bai Wuliang, I'm telling you, if you really use the talisman now, I'm not sure whether I will die or not, but you will definitely be like a dead dog and can't even get up..."
Bai Wuliang said softly: "You sound very anxious."
"What are you in a hurry for? The talisman? No, when the soldier gave me the talisman, you were also anxious. You have been with me for so long, you know very well that I will not use the talisman until the necessary moment. So what are you in a hurry for?" Bai Wuliang put away the talisman, and in his hand he held the one that Jiang Mianmian gave him. Bai Wuliang's tone was light, but very sure: "You are afraid that I will see something."
After he made a decisive conclusion, the voice froze completely.