bonfire,
Slowly ignited,
It did not soar into the sky instantly as shown in TV and movie scenes, but instead began to burn slowly.
Old man Cui was holding the blood-covered old woman who was lying on the firewood pile. The old woman was struggling all the time. She could sense the fear and knew the harm that the fire would cause her, but Old man Cui was like a boyfriend comforting his girlfriend. He kept patting her shoulders, humming songs for her, and saying comforting and sweet words to her.
The little girl was also lying nearby, but she was a ghost and was not afraid of fire. She didn't know why she was lying there, nor did she know why her grandfather and mother were lying there.
Grandpa told her to lie here.
She just lay there.
The one who lit the fire was Zhou Ze. Old Man Cui followed the agreement. After the fire was set, he comforted the old woman and went to the "stake" together.
All heterosexuals should be burned to death.
But this heterosexual couple kept showing off their love even when they were lying on a burning pile of firewood.
Beyond age levels,
It can even be said that it has transcended the boundaries of species isolation.
An oriental version of Ghost.
"Is this love?"
Xu Qinglang exclaimed.
People always sigh at things that are beyond their expectations.
For example, a touching love story.
Because for most people, husband and wife are just birds of the same forest. After all, those who can stay together until death are a minority among the minority.
Most of the vows of love,
We can only guarantee that men and women are speaking from the heart when they are together under the moonlight.
As time goes by, you don’t have to be too serious about whether you can really fulfill this promise and ambition, and it’s impossible to be too serious about it.
“Before you start screaming from the burning, you can still take a selfie next to the fire and post it on Weibo or Moments. The title could be:
《I'm so happy. I witnessed true love tonight.》
or,
"When will I find a man who loves me like this?"
Xu Qinglang ignored Zhou Ze's sarcasm, but still replied:
"I'm surprised you would actually compromise."
"If I don't compromise, what else can I do?" Zhou Ze shook his head and continued, "If compromise can bring the best outcome, I am willing to compromise."
"The best ending?"
"This is the best ending. It provides an explanation to everyone." Zhou Ze replied.
"Confess?"
"Sun Kewang killed his own mother, which is an unforgivable crime, but the old woman also killed many people whose crimes did not deserve death. If they all die in the end, at least no one will feel dissatisfied, right?"
"Your logic..."
"I'm neither a judge nor a policeman. My job is just to burn this old woman who has turned into a zombie and get rid of her, so that she won't run out and cause trouble for me. This ending is the most perfect."
The fire began to grow bigger.
Gradually, it devoured Old Man Cui and the old woman together.
There were shrill screams and struggling sounds coming from inside, and it was difficult to tell whether it was Old Man Cui or the old woman who was screaming.
"That wife and that son really shouldn't have died." Xu Qinglang sighed, "This may be the biggest regret."
A revenge,
A cycle of cause and effect.
Because it involves strangers,
So I always feel that it’s not so perfect.
It's like a piece of art being stained. Nowadays, many famous paintings handed down to later generations have Emperor Qianlong's self-satisfied comments on them, which is a bit of a spoilsport.
People always expect heroes to be absolutely spotless from personal character to private life, but this is often not the case;
Martin Luther King gave speeches, solicited prostitutes, and even did a double-fly.
It does not affect the inclusion of his speech in textbooks.
Zhou Ze knew clearly that Xu Qinglang's mentality was purely that of a spectator, always hoping that the play on stage could be performed to perfection.
"Should I perform a ritual for that mother and son?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"That's not necessary."
"But after all, his death was pitiful."
"Maybe the old woman found out she was pregnant before she died, but she didn't dare tell her son, so she told her grandson or daughter-in-law, and then they went to tell the truth."
"You asked?"
“No.”
"Then what makes you say that?"
"Isn't this because you feel uncomfortable?"
The fire began to go out slowly. Zhou Ze stopped talking nonsense with Xu Qinglang and walked forward to check. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Old man Cui had the ability to see ghosts all his life, but in the end he ended up like this. It was inevitable that people felt a little sad.
The little girl stood on the ashes, still looking at Zhou Ze blankly.
"Come, I'll take you to where you should go, to find your dad... your grandpa and mom."
Saying,
Zhou Ze opened the door to hell.
No matter right or wrong,
All of this should come to an end.
The little girl walked towards the gate of hell in a daze. What was waiting for her would be a new beginning.
People often think of ghost messengers as the end of everything, however, they can actually be seen as the prelude to new tracks.
"Uncle, Grandpa said that there is his diary under the wooden block under the stove. If you want it, you can go and get it."
"Okay." Zhou Ze smiled and motioned for her to go in.
"Uncle, Grandpa also said that Mom wouldn't have been like this originally. He said it was because of the sound of the flute."
After the little girl said this, she walked into the gate of hell.
Zhou Ze clapped his hands, and the gate to hell disappeared. He turned around and looked at Xu Qinglang.
"What did she just say, the sound of a flute?"
“Plop…”
Xu Qinglang did not answer.
Instead, he fainted directly on the ground.
"Hello, Lao Xu?"
Zhou Ze immediately walked forward and found Xu Qinglang lying on the ground with a blue face and his lips slowly bulging.
Reaching out and pushing open Xu Qinglang's lips,
Zhou Ze saw two tiny fangs, showing their power for the first time!
“Fuck.”
Boss Zhou was a little panicked.
Immediately untie the tightly bandaged bandage on Xu Qinglang's neck,
The piece of flesh on the neck has almost rotted into a lump.
… … …
Xu Qinglang didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He only knew that in his dream, he seemed to still hear the flute sound that appeared that night. It seemed to be far away and unpredictable.
He once thought that the zombies were created by the old woman, and it was the old woman who revived him again.
But later he thought of a suspicious point, that is, the old woman was with Zhou Ze at Sun Kewang's house at the time, and it was impossible for her to have hands long enough to reach here. Moreover, the old woman was just a zombie with a low IQ and could only be slightly controlled by Old Man Cui. She did not have this ability.
After thinking for a long time,
I also had a lot of dreams.
Xu Qinglang dreamed of his childhood.
I dreamed of myself hanging out on the streets.
I dreamed that I met the old director and was then sent to a noodle shop to learn the craft.
This dream,
Very long,
It kept going on and on, over and over again, tormenting his nerves.
at last,
He dreamed that he was put into a cauldron.
"What is this for?"
Xu Qinglang asked.
The pot started to get hotter and hotter.
The water started to get hotter.
Xu Qinglang tried desperately to climb out of the pot, but couldn't.
At this time,
The old Taoist ran out from a corner of darkness,
Taking a photo of myself with my phone:
"My fellow comrades,
This time we are going to live broadcast 'Iron Pot Stew Yourself'! "
“Hu…Hu…”
Xu Qinglang raised his head suddenly and found himself sitting naked in a bathtub. The water was hot and mist was constantly swirling.
Opposite him, Zhou Ze was sitting there trimming his nails very seriously.
"Boss, do you need more water?"
The old Taoist asked from a distance.
"Add, keep adding."
"Okay."
The old Taoist took the bucket and went downstairs to boil water.
After a while, Bai Yingying came over with a bag of black stuff in her hand. Bai Yingying didn't notice that Xu Qinglang in the bathtub had woken up, so she simply untied the bag and poured it into the bathtub.
"What's this!"
Watching this black, thick, muddy stuff being poured in,
Xu Qinglang, who had a mysophobia no less than Zhou Ze, shouted immediately.
"ah!"
Bai Yingying opened her mouth wide and asked in surprise, "Madam Xu, are you awake?"
"What?" Xu Qinglang was a little confused. "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Three days and three nights."
As she spoke, Bai Yingying covered her mouth and laughed,
"I was so scared. When the boss brought you back to the bookstore, I thought you were going to turn yourself into a zombie to compete with me for favor.
"
“… …”Xu Qinglang.
If I wasn't naked at this time,
Xu Qinglang really wanted to use a hammer to pry open Bai Yingying's head to see what was inside.
Of course.
Yingying really got mad.
He was also scared.
"Awake."
Zhou Ze put down his nail clippers and walked over, then reached out and touched Xu Qinglang's chin.
Xu Qinglang stepped back immediately.
But the bathtub is so big.
Where can he retreat to
"What's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong? You were bitten by a zombie, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you think being a zombie is fun? Let me tell you, most zombies are the same as Deadpool downstairs."
"You weren't in good condition at the time, and I didn't want to add to your..."
"Okay, stop, stop."
Zhou Ze held his forehead.
"Mr. Xu, there are enough zombies in our store. I don't want to change the name of our bookstore to 'Zombie Bookstore'.
It’s all spooky stuff, and it completely saves me money on air conditioning.”
"What about me now?" Xu Qinglang pointed at himself.
"I don't understand either. Yingying doesn't know how to deal with the corpse poison either. We can only guess. I wanted the Taoist to give you the drug, but he refused to do so.
You can't possibly let Yingying and I give you drugs. I'm afraid you'll make things worse.
I have been working day and night to look up some information recently.
I found some folk remedies and methods and will use them on you first. What I just poured in was mud mixed with monkey urine. No matter which one works, I'll use them on you first.
There is aged glutinous rice, talisman paper, toads, and water snakes in this tub. Oh, and I added some sour plum juice because I was afraid it would taste bad. "
Only then did Xu Qinglang feel an itch down there. He immediately reached down and grabbed it, and a snake came out.
"Where did you find the folk remedies?"
Xu Qinglang asked through gritted teeth.
Damn it,
A snake was really put in there!
"Hong Kong zombie movies,
Thanks to you, I recently re-watched the Lam Ching-ying series. I used to watch it just for fun, but now I can really relate to it. Yingying also loves it."
“… …”Xu Qinglang.