Sun Siqi and Xia Qiao, two unlucky bastards, were right next to Dadong. Shen Manyi's swaying skirt swept across their legs, probably because of a psychological effect, but a rotten smell hit the face.
Sun Siqi: "Ouch—"
It was the first time he encountered this kind of scene, and the first time he smelled this kind of smell, and he couldn't hold back his physiological reaction. His movement was bigger than Dadong, and Shen Manyi's eyes slowly turned to him, with a bit of resentment in her eyes.
Xia Qiao was terrified. But his brain circuit was very clear. While he was distracted and dragged Sun Siqi back, he still didn't forget to apologize to the "ghost": "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, he didn't mean that—"
Sun Siqi said again with a resentful voice: "Ouch—"
Xia Qiao: "..."
"Don't vomit, hold on!" Zhou Xu covered his mouth and dragged him to Wen Shi with Xia Qiao, but the footsteps were so chaotic that the three stumbled and stumbled on the sofa covered with white cloth inside.
The white cloth was lifted and dropped by the wind, covering them.
"Fuck, this broken sofa has eaten my ribs!" Zhou Xu called out.
"Hey, hey, don't sit, this is my face, wait for me to get up." Xia Qiao also cried.
"I don't want to vomit either, I can't control it." Sun Siqi was about to cry.
Shen Manyi stared at them and wanted to move forward. Seeing that Dadong was hurriedly pulling the other puppet wires, with a clear whistle, the dark golden bird flapped its wings and slammed in front of everyone.
The wind it picked up was very strong, so that Shen Manyi took two steps back. Only then did Dadong slow down, and he sighed in relief.
It's not really surprising that they responded so much.
The appearance of this Miss Shen Manyi is really scary. When she smelled the way she just folded into a ball, she always felt that her real body should be stuffed in a small space and not allowed to stretch.
She must have been bored for a long time, and there were already signs of decay on her body. Because of the loose skin and flesh, the facial features drooped downward, making the eyes appear small, and the corners of the mouth turned down, which could not be seen at all.
Half of her palms were exposed to bones, and the wrists and arm joints were particularly badly rotten, which should have been caused by long-term twisting and bending.
One of her shoulder straps was torn, and her dress was slanted over her body, revealing half of her shoulders. The fabric was badly damaged, and if it was torn a second time, it might have been worn out.
Shen Manyi lowered her head.
Too many people were frightened, she was looking at herself.
"It's ugly," she muttered softly.
The next second, thick and dark smoke poured out of her body.
The three candle lights flickered a few times, and everyone could feel that the room was starting to get colder and colder.
The three boys under the white cloth on the sofa keenly sensed the sudden heavier gloomy resentment, entangled and froze there, not daring to move.
Dadong swallowed his saliva, his fingers holding the "Golden Winged Dapeng" were taut, and while watching out for Shen Manyi, he winked at the people behind Shen Manyi.
Seeing that this little resentful spirit was about to erupt, the eldest disciple of the Shen family was unaware and did not know how to avoid it.
Dadong didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only take advantage of Shen Manyi's not raising his head, and said to the eldest apprentice of the Shen family with an exaggerated mouth: "Come here! Come here!"
The eldest apprentice may be blind and not moving at all.
Shen Manyi is not tall, anyone standing behind her can look down on the top of her head.
Her hair was dark but dull, with double twists. The seam in the middle was slanted, and there was a bald patch with exposed flesh and blood scabs, which must have been broken during the pulling.
Sometimes she felt a little cold there, and sometimes there was a little dull pain. But most of the time, they are ignorant, as if they are used to it.
She grabbed the hem of her skirt, trying to recall its original color. Suddenly, a hand reached out and lifted her skirt that had slipped to her shoulders.
Then, a slender cotton thread was passed through the fabric. It moved as if alive, with knots on either side, dangling from its precarious skirt.
Then it lost its vitality and became a piece of ordinary cotton thread, barely replacing the rotten shoulder strap.
Shen Manyi stared at the cotton thread for a while, then raised her head.
Her neck should have twisted too, almost turned over when she stood up. She giggled, probably trying to scare people on purpose, but found that the frightened one was indifferent.
She saw Wen Shi's thin and beautiful chin, and saw his fingers that had just been retracted from the thread. Because of her height, she could not see her face.
So Shen Manyi's head was folded back and hung for a while, and then slowly came back straight. During the action, the bones made a soft sound, which was horrifying to hear.
She turned her head again, glanced behind her, and saw Wen Shi's expressionless face, which had nothing to do with the word "gentle", but it was indeed this person who helped her lift her skirt.
"Your knot is not as good as Mama Cai's." Shen Manyi said suddenly.
"… "
Nothing to say when I heard it. He is not interested in sewing with Mama Cai. After all, for thousands of years, the thread in his hand has only been used for puppet manipulation and strangulation. It is very fierce and has never done such work.
He has nothing to say to the child, but another person has - Xie Wen walked over, bent over and said to Shen Manyi: "Tell me, how can you make your mother Cai look good?"
Shen Manyi flattened her mouth unhappily, pointed to the rotten shoulder straps and said, "This skirt is goose yellow, and there should be a bow here. It's very big. Mama Cai made it for me."
Xie Wen nodded, stood up straight and said to Wen Shi, "There's still a bow tie missing, you can tie one for her."
He didn't lift his eyes when he heard it, and Shen Sheng said a word: "Go away."
Shen Manyi said dully: "Don't tie it, my bow tie just fell off."
Xie asked: "Where did it fall?"
Shen Manyi was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know, I've been looking for it. But no one helped me, Mama Cai and Mr. Li are all gone, no one to play with me, and no one to help me find. I can only follow you guys. Play."
Xie asked: "When did it fall?"
Shen Manyi lowered her head to think for a while, then raised her head slowly.
"When you folded me up," she said.
The house was silent for a moment.
After a while, Wen Shi suddenly asked, "Who broke it?"
Shen Manyi's dark eyes suddenly turned to him, staring at him motionless.
Wen Shi asked again: "Who folded it?"
Shen Manyi opened her mouth, and at that moment, her round mouth seemed to say "I", but before she could say anything, he pursed his mouth tightly again. After a long time, she shook her head and said, "I don't know."
He frowned when he smelled it.
I? Or my brother
He always felt that the diary was a little weird, and wanted to confirm it again with Shen Manyi. But judging from her mouth shape, it may be consistent with the direction of the diary.
Originally thought this might be Shen Manyi's cage. But she was hesitant and her words were restricted, it shouldn't be.
At least not quite.
Is it a double yellow cage again? But if it's Shuanghuang, Shen Manyi obviously doesn't have the upper hand, how can she stand here safely
Questions are questions, since Shen Manyi came out first, she must be solved first.
"I want my bow, I want beautiful ones." Shen Manyi repeated it earnestly, her shrill voice echoing throughout the room, "Why didn't Mama Cai and the others come to help me, I've been looking for a long time. , why didn't they come."
"Don't, he, they won't come to us." Seeing that her body was getting more and more black, and her tone of voice became more and more strange, Dadong clenched his golden-winged Dapeng tightly and said quickly, "Let's find , we're looking for it. Don't worry."
He hurriedly turned around in the room, but heard Lao Mao say: "We just came all the way, and we turned over every room, but there were no bows."
Dadong pointed at him with a wrinkled face, indicating that he must not talk nonsense: "What if there is still a leak! Don't worry, so many people are looking for it together, are you afraid that you won't be able to find it?"
Lao Mao added, "She said she had been looking for it for a long time, but she couldn't find it."
Dadong: "You—"
Where are you from!
He stared at Lao Mao and spoke with his mouth, for fear of being seen by Shen Manyi.
After speaking, he turned to look at Xie Wen. Originally wanted to stare, but he was inexplicably reluctant to stare at Xie Wen.
"Your clerk, don't you care?" Dadong said, "I'm getting out of the cage, is there such a mess?"
Xie Wen said, "It is possible to manage it, but I think Lao Mao is right."
Although he looked at Dadong, he tilted his head slightly when he spoke, obviously speaking to Wen Shi.
"I know." Wen Shi whispered.
Indeed, he also felt that Lao Mao's words were fine.
If it is in any normal place, such as the bottom of the bed, the foot of the cabinet, etc., why is Shen Manyi trapped for a long time, why can't she get it
"Are you sure you're still here?" Wen Shi tried Shen Manyi.
The little girl nodded: "Yes."
Her answer was so certain, as if she subconsciously knew where the bow was, but she didn't want to take it, or dared not take it.
She is close to the cage owner, she can come and go freely here, walking with a group of people to play, is there any place she dare not go
With a lot of experience in the smell, the answer is obvious when thinking about it - almost all dead people are afraid of one place, and that is where his body is.
Because no one wants to see their dead self.
This coincided with their goal. The reason why he and Xie Wen found this bedroom was because there were traces of the carpet being replaced. Not surprisingly, Shen Manyi's real body was in this room.
But where is the small and crowded space, Shen Manyi needs to be folded like that
cupboard? behind the mirror? in the wall
When Wen Shi was following the traces to find the source, an exclamation suddenly came from the sofa.
"Fuck!!!" Zhou Xu's rough voice caught Shen Manyi's attention.
Seeing the white cloth trembling, the three boys struggled out from it, Xia Qiao and Sun Siqi slid directly onto the floor, their faces terrified.
"Brother, look!" Xia Qiao called out.
Zhou Xu raised his hand high, and he held a piece of something between his fingers, which was very long.
He stared at him and said, "Hair!"
When he said this, when he smelled it, he could see clearly by the light. It was not a few strands of hair, nor was it a tangled mass, but a piece, attached to the scalp, as if it had been torn off from the head when it was forcibly plugged. .
"Where did you find it?" Wen Shi asked.
Zhou Xu pointed to his feet: "It's caught in the cracks in the floor!"
Shen Manyi stared at the piece of hair, watched intently for a few seconds, then touched the blood scab on the back of her head, and suddenly started screaming.
Ongoing, horrific.
The black energy in her body was madly scattered, and the whole house began to tremble.
Sun Siqi crawled back and forth to give way, clinging to the wall, only to feel something wet running down the wall.
He smelled an old bloody smell, and when he turned around, all the walls were bleeding.
Shen Manyi's screaming turned into crying, and the whole house was crying with her.
The scattered black air swept across the person, Zhou Xu hissed and touched his face, several wounds were broken where the black air swept, and blood began to ooze down.
Dadong's golden-winged Dapeng gliding across the front of the crowd, one long wing, and a strong wind, trying to block the black fog.
But its occlusion is limited after all, and within a few seconds, wounds began to appear on its wings and body.
"Hurry up and look, I have to hurry up, this little girl is crazy." Dadong thought in pieces, his other hand shook out of the puppet line, trying to pick up all the places in the house where people might be hiding.
But in any case, this search is too slow.
His golden-winged Dapeng began to tremble because of too many wounds, and slowly became uncontrollable.
Just when Dadong was in a turmoil, a dense white line suddenly appeared in the corner of his vision, crisscrossed and thrown straight out, like a huge and complicated net.
It is obviously the most common white cotton thread, but it glows with a metallic light.
At that moment, Dadong suddenly remembered the scene where his master used a puppet thread to cut off a copper lock. At that time, the puppet thread was like the thinnest blade.
Who is this? !
At that moment, Dadong did not respond.
Until he heard the voice of hearing from behind: "Let your Dapeng protect people."
Dadong complied subconsciously, and when he turned his wrist, the golden-winged Dapeng suddenly retreated, sweeping his huge wings horizontally, wrapping Zhou Xu and Xiaqiao under the wings.
and then? !
Dadong raised his eyes from the crevices of his wings and saw the man wrapped in the black mist, and finally reacted—
Those puppet lines flashing with cold light actually came from Wen Shi.
His ten fingers were tense, and the bones on the back of his hands were distinct. One end of the puppet thread was wrapped between his fingers, and the other end was firmly nailed to the four walls, cabinets, mirrors, and floors.
When he saw his wrist turn, he drew the line and yanked it violently.
There were countless explosions in the room.
Dadong finally understood why he wanted to let Dapeng protect people—under the wings of the golden-winged Dapeng, everyone watched all the places in the room where people could hide, and they burst at the same time under the pulling of the puppet line.
For a while, glass, sawdust, metal, and brick and mud were scattered and splashed in all directions. Thanks to the wings of Dapeng, otherwise, the people present would not be able to keep a piece of good meat all over their bodies.
The movement was so great that Shen Manyi was stunned.
The screaming and crying stopped abruptly, and the menacing black mist was almost still at that moment, floating around Wen Shi like a cloud.
The whole room was a mess. The bed, sofa, piano... Almost all heavy objects were moved by the shock. Except for a few coat hangers in the corners, which were supported, they were barely standing.
When smelling, he raised the back of his hand and wiped off a blood mark drawn by the black mist on the side of his face. He glanced around, looking for Shen Manyi's body.
"Over there." Someone tapped his shoulder lightly, Xie Wen pointed to a corner and said.
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to be surprised that Xie Wen was still standing here, not hiding in Dapeng's wings.
But the next second, he was distracted by what he saw.
Where Xie Wen pointed, the sofa squeezed by Zhou Xu, Xia Qiao and Sun Siqi was pressing down on a twisted and raised floor.
The floor creaked a few times in silence, and finally collapsed under its weight. So the sofa also crashed to the ground,
Because of the violent shock, a yellow patch suddenly appeared in the gap under the sofa. Like whose clothes slipped off.
I recognized it at a glance when I smelled it, it was Shen Manyi's skirt.
The room fell into dead silence again, and the small Shen Manyi stood in front of Wen Shi, staring at the sofa motionless. Wen Shi frowned, and was about to shake out another puppet wire to pull on the sofa, but heard Xie Wen warmly say, "Don't pull, I'll come."
The room was full of broken wooden boards and shattered glass slag. Xie Wen stepped on those messes, but his footsteps were steady.
He lifted the pale hood, which smelled of dust that had accumulated for a long time. He half bent, stretched out his hand to remove the heavy sofa cushion, revealing the little girl's wide eyes under the cushion.
She was folded and tucked into the square wooden frame under the sofa, her arms wrapped around her knees, curled up in an extremely insecure posture.
The degree of corruption was even worse than what they saw Shen Manyi, and it was almost impossible to tell what she looked like.
The goose-yellow bow was clenched tightly in her hands. It was really beautiful. It was a style that little girls would like. It was just mottled with flesh and blood and gave off an unpleasant smell.
But Xie Wen did not frown, nor did he press the tip of his nose like he usually coughs.
He just looked down and pulled the bow out. The moment the finger Buddha swiped, the mottled flesh and blood disappeared, and the bow suddenly became clean, but a light layer of gray fell.
Xie Wen straightened up and walked back in the direction of Shen Manyi and Wen Shi.
The sofa behind him was a long time ago, and it carried a little girl for too many years, and finally fell apart with the sound of breaking. The mass of bodies wrapped in tattered dresses rolled out.
At the same time that the body fell to the ground with a muffled sound, Xie Wen stretched out his hand when he saw Wen Shi, blocking the eyes of the little girl in front of him.
He suddenly remembered a certain cage from an unknown number of years ago, which was also full of people, but it was much farther and quieter than this.
It should be close to evening, and there is a dim golden red everywhere, like blood that has not been exhausted.
When smelling, a snow-white ribbon made of local materials was wrapped around his hands. The roots of his fingers were tightly wrapped, and the ends were pulled and hung loosely. He was very tall, his hair was meticulously tied, and his robes and ribbons were stained with messy flesh, but he looked clean.
When Xie Wen passed by, he saw that he was blindfolded by an old man, pursed his lips, and covered the blood flowing into the river, calm and reliable.
At that moment, Xie Wen finally realized that the person he covered his eyes and protected him when he was a child has grown into a mountain of frost and snow.