Of course he knows...
It is nothing more than a delusional reflection on reality, a demon of mind.
Wen Shi stepped back and pulled his wrist out of the opponent's grasp.
This is not the uncontrollable dreams of nineteen or twenty-year-olds, the more suppressed it is, the more confused and absurd. He is actually sober now, soberly aware of what is real and what is fake.
As long as his puppet line is completely aggressive, he can completely smash the illusion in front of him, but he will still hesitate for a moment.
It was this hesitation that made Xie Wen, who was just a short distance away, in the gust of wind brought by the puppet line, but he was not hurt in the slightest.
Look, whether it's true or not, in front of this person, what he holds up for the first time is always a false pretence.
…
When he smelled it, he closed his eyes and pulled his fingers back a little.
The breath that fell on the puppet line and the side of the neck was no longer so clear, and Xie Wen's presence was no longer so strong. It finally started to blur, as if everything was slowly fading away.
He tightened the puppet thread again, and then tensed his fingers.
The sound of the wind was suddenly violent, and a sharp whistle sounded, and countless invisible sharp blades slashed across the wind.
He still closed his eyes, but he could feel those around him disappearing. He lifted his feet and walked forward without being blocked by anyone, only traces of traces swept past him, like the wet mist in the morning...
It's all fake.
The news of Xia Qiao next door finally came over, crying and grabbing the ground.
When he heard the puppet line, he opened his eyes, but the hand that reached out to open the door was warm. It was another person's psoas muscle, which tensed at the moment of being accidentally touched, revealing body temperature through the shirt fabric.
When I smelled it, I raised my eyes and saw the person in the illusion just now.
For a few seconds, he froze in place, almost not knowing if he had come out of his inner demon.
Xie asked standing by the door. His eyes fell on the fingers on his waist, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and he seemed to be in a trance for a moment.
It wasn't until there was a collision next door that they suddenly recovered.
It's true this time.
He suddenly retracted his hand when he heard it. Snow-white puppet threads tangled between his fingers, dangling long and short.
"When did you come here?" He actually wanted to ask "Why are you here", but the exit turned out to be like this.
He frowned lightly, looked back subconsciously, made sure that the illusion had dissipated cleanly, and then looked at Xie Wen.
And Xie Wen is also looking back from there.
When he glanced over Wen Shi's neck, he paused for a moment, then turned away: "Just now."
"I heard a bit of movement here." He pointed to this side and Xiaqiao's room, because it was too natural, it was difficult to tell whether his eyes shifted just now, whether it was a subconscious avoidance or just looking at that direction.
"I'll go take a look." Wen Shi came out of the room sideways and strode towards Xiaqiao's room.
The old-fashioned corridor lights were turned on by Xie Wen, and the glass windows reflected light. The figure of the smell is clearly reflected in it.
His face was as white and calm as always, and his lips were straight, showing a bit of indifference. However, due to the implication of the puppet line in the illusion, the blood color on his neck has not faded, and against the background of his skin color, it is a light red.
***
When Xia Qiao first saw his brother, his reaction was even bigger than when he saw a ghost. He rolled and crawled until his back reached the wall of the corridor, and there was no way to retreat. Then he cried and said, "Brother, do your best and don't scare me. Yes, I'm in a rush to urinate, really."
"… "
Wen Shi half squatted down and looked at the trembling shrimps speechlessly, hesitating whether it would be faster to wake up or splashing water would be more effective.
"Why did your brother scare you, tell me?" Xie Wen also walked over and asked.
Xia Qiao saw Xie Wen and heard these words again, and finally lowered his arm hesitantly.
This 250 cautiously stretched out his hand and poked Wen Shi. I wanted to poke Xie and asked, but halfway through, I retracted my hand and twisted it hard on my arm.
He "hiss" before asking, "Are you for real?"
"Otherwise?" Wen Shi said.
"Oh my mother." Xia Qiao opened his mouth and started crying, "It's finally true, you scared me to death, brother, you scared me to death!"
"What did you see?" Wen Shi asked, frowning.
"I saw your head fall off, and I held it. It was full of blood." Xia Qiao whimpered and said, "I also saw a swamp. This climb. I also saw that my bed was turned into a coffin, and someone patted it inside, and then the bed board was lifted, and you sat up from it. "
When smelling: "… "
He said a lot, and it was summed up as N ways of his brother's "death and alive". Hearing his brother's expressionless face, he let out the air-conditioning.
"What exactly are you thinking about?" Wen Shi asked.
Xia Qiao said aggrievedly: "I didn't think about it, I just had nightmares."
"So what is this? Why do you see this kind of thing?" Xia Qiao asked.
When I heard it: "Heart Demon."
Xia Qiao was even more frightened, and quickly waved his hand and said, "But I never wanted anything to happen to you."
When he smelled it, he paused and said, "That's not what it meant."
On the contrary, Xie Wen explained in a low voice: "There are many demons in your heart, and it may be the thing that you can't let go of the most in your heart, the thing you are most afraid of, or the thing you want but can't get."
He was silent for a moment, and then added: "greed, hatred, delusion, all."
Xia Qiao thought about it: "Isn't that similar to a cage?"
Xie asked: "It's a little bit, the origin is almost the same."
Xia Qiao was covered in cold sweat, still a little scared. Holding his clothes, he shook the wind and said, "Oh, then I may be afraid that my brother will be in danger if he enters or comes out of the cage... But, how can I see the inner demon after a good sleep? Is the inner demon so easy to see? ?"
"It's not easy." Xie asked.
Especially when Xia Qiao was still a puppet, it was even more difficult.
"Could it be because of that plate of dumplings and soup?" Xia Qiao said.
"It's possible." Xie Wen did not deny it, but added: "It may also be that there is something wrong with the cage itself."
After a few words of chatting, Xia Qiao was much better. He nodded, and then asked with concern: "What about you? Did you encounter a demon just now?"
As soon as these words came out, the corridor was quiet again.
He stood up when he smelled it, his drooping fingers squeezing his joints. Under the eyes of a certain demon, he flatly denied: "No."
Xia Qiao made an "oh" and muttered, "I'm still too naive."
Fortunately, Lao Mao was late, but he gave him some comfort.
Xia Qiao asked, "Uncle Mao, have you just seen the demon?"
Lao Mao glanced at Xie Wen, nodded and said, "Ang, I see."
"Is it scary?" Xia Qiao asked.
Lao Mao said, "It's quite complicated."
Although this was a bit perfunctory, Xia Qiao was in a better mood.
All four were woken up, so they simply stopped sleeping, went down the stairs, and walked around the house twice, without seeing Lu Wenjuan herself.
There are four rooms upstairs, the TV room on the right downstairs, the dining table hall in the middle, the storage room on the left, and a kitchen in the back. There is no place for Lu Wenjuan to sleep at all.
Since the previous TV had metaphors, Wen Shi instructed Xia Qiao to turn on the TV again.
Channel 1 is still singing opera, and the characters in wide robes and big sleeves are performing unknown plays. Xia Qiao quickly dialed to Channel 2, and sure enough, he was playing "TV drama" again.
This time, a group of people stood around a mountain and supported a pile of firewood. They muttered some words, and then lit the pile of firewood.
There was a man in a big red robe wearing a mask and standing in the position of the leader, raised his hand, and several others were pushed into the fire.
"What is this for?" Xia Qiao asked in horror.
Wen Shi was staring at the leader in the red robe mask in a trance, and always felt that this image was a bit similar to some people. Of course, the temperament is far worse.
Naturally, no one could answer Xia Qiao's question, and no one knew what he was doing. They didn't rush to turn off the TV this time, but continued to watch patiently.
Who knew that the TV flickered and turned into snowflakes. It took a long time to jump back, and the group of people were still on the screen, still forming a circle at the foot of the mountain, repeating the scene that had been staged before.
"It's still selling off?" Lao Mao said unhappily.
When I smelled, I didn't want to look at that thing again, so I stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll go out."
Xie Wen looked at him: "Where are you going?"
"The village chief's house." Wen Shi replied.
He was very interested in the old Wu who delivered the dumplings, and wanted to visit him in the dark. As a result, he opened the door of Lu Wenjuan's house and saw that outside the door was a hall that was exactly the same as the one inside, and even the rags on the rag hanging on the edge of the dining table were exactly the same.
What's even more bizarre is that there is also himself over there, reaching out to open the door.
A gust of wind came from out of nowhere, blowing the dead leaves in the corner of the house and sending it out the door. Opposite the door, there is also a dead leaf coming here.
The two dead leaves touched and disappeared together.
Xia Qiao happened to look into this scene and was so shocked that he forgot to say anything. After a long time, I got goosebumps and asked, "What's the situation?"
"That's what you saw." Wen Shi said.
"Then what if I go out?" Xia Qiao asked.
"It will disappear with you on the opposite side, just like the leaf just now." Xie Wen's voice came from behind him, and then rushed to the person at the door: "Close the door and come back."
The moment the voice fell, Wen Shi had already closed the door and locked it.
Xiaqiao: "So... what's outside the door?"
Wen Shi turned around and replied, "It's the place of death."
They remembered what Lu Wenjuan said before: "It's raining, you can't leave."
The death came for no reason, but it did give them a good night's rest.
Early the next morning, when Wen Shi went downstairs, she saw Lu Wenjuan, who had disappeared overnight, come out of the kitchen. She pointed to the outside and said, "The rain has stopped, and the village is going to hold a big bath. Pack up and come with me."
She combed her hair with her fingers, then remembered something and asked, "By the way, did you sleep well last night?"
When smelling: "...very good."
Lu Wenjuan nodded and went to comb her hair carefully.
***
There is a clearing surrounded by trees in the village, and many paths lead to it. The woods were smoky, and it was impossible to see what was in the distance.
At this time, a large number of people have gathered around this open space, and they have circled around many times.
Eight villagers, four men and four women, stand in a corner, and among them, a piece of dry wood is stacked. There was also a man in a Dahongpao wearing a mask, standing in front of the crowd, like a leader.
Just a few seconds later, the leader lifted his mask, wiped the sweat from his face and asked the others, "Who are you waiting for?"
Next to him stood a round-faced middle-aged man with an old-fashioned bun. It was the village elder Wu. Holding a booklet and a pen, Old Wu replied while sketching, "Wait for someone who needs a big bath."
The leader said: "What are there?"
Old Wu pointed him to a row of names on the booklet.
The leader took a closer look and said, "The dog left? The second egg? The stone? Hmm..."
"What's the name of this?" the leader asked.
Old Wu explained: "A cheap name is easy to support."
"Oh." The leader nodded and said scratching his head again, "Do I have to wear this red bed sheet? It's too hot."
Old Wu looked serious: "This is the robe of God."
Leader: "...Okay, you say yes, your village is really strange."
Old Wu drew circles on the booklet, and then asked the leader, "By the way, what's your name?"
The leader replied subconsciously, "Zhou Xu."
After speaking, he remembered that the name should not be reported indiscriminately, so he lengthened the syllable and added "en" at the end.
Old Wu confirmed: "Zhou Xuen?"
"right."
This person wearing red sheets is none other than Zhou Xu. He followed Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin after chasing a carload of pigs in Shandong, and after another wave of anger, he moved to Tianjin.
Zhang Lan took the tracking talisman and patted it, and finally came to the conclusion that the Shen family apprentice entered the cage with Xie Wen and the others. So the sister and brother began to forcibly find the cage door again.
As a result, I don't know if this cage is weird, or if their hands were shaking, and when they entered the cage, the three of them accidentally separated.
Zhou Xu entered the village in the dark, and knocked on the door of a nearby house. The door of the village elder Wu happened to be knocked on.
Old Wu may have some mental problems, and he speaks in a spirited way. As soon as he sees Zhou Xu, he says that he has a spirit. It is said that a big mu is about to be held in the village, and a person who can understand God is needed to preside over it.
Zhou Xu translated it himself, and felt that there was a big dance god in the village, and he was caught without a mascot.
So early this morning, he was covered with red sheets by Old Wu, put on a mask, and brought him here.
After Zhou Xu wiped off his sweat, he asked Old Wu again, "What about those who need a big bath? What am I going to do?"
Old Wu said: "You hold up this flag, and then say: Ritual, it's time to start."
"That's it?" Zhou Xu asked.
Old Wu nodded, pointed to the piece of firewood and said, "That's it, then those people will come in here."
After he finished speaking, he gestured to the eight men and women.
The eight people turned their heads and lit eight torches, and threw them into the firewood pile, and the fire burst into flames.
Zhou Xu: "…"
He turned his head and asked Old Wu, "You say it again, what is this ceremony called?"
Old Wu: "Da Mu."
Zhou Xu: "Are you sure it's a big mu, not a big funeral???"
Just as Old Wu was about to answer him, he heard a loud noise outside, and then the crowd gave way. The six people walked in one by one along the aisle.
When Old Wu saw it, he made a big stroke on the booklet, circled the gang of cheap names, and said to Zhou Xu, "People are coming, prepare to salute."
Zhou Xu raised the flag in his hand, then turned his head to look...
I saw Wen Shi, Xie Wen, Zhang Lan, Zhang Yalin, Lao Mao, and Xia Qiao.
Zhou Xu "quack" and twisted his neck.
Old Wu urged: "Shout out, it's time to start."
Start your mom.
Zhou Xu said angrily under the mask: "You can't burn three of these six, and neither can I. Why don't you burn me."
Old Wu: "..."