Chi Yan was stunned. After hesitating for a while, he looked at the black-gold mask. Under the flickering candlelight, the smile lines on the mask added a bit of evil.
He opened his mouth but did not speak.
The voice opened its mouth again, hoarse and dark, as if crawling out of hell to ask for this kiss: "Why? Don't want to?"
Chi Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the incense candle on the confession: "I already have someone I like."
He didn't know why the gods in the Nuo Temple made such a strange request, and whether there was any deep meaning and mystery hidden in it.
He also didn't know how much anger and unwillingness his words aroused in the heart of the owner of the voice, and in an instant he even wanted to lift up this small dilapidated temple.
The treasure that he has guarded for more than ten years, and the treasure that he has been pampering for so many years, actually confessed to him under such a situation that he already has someone he likes? A trace of his spirit was always attached to him, and he didn't even notice the slightest clue. He had always thought that Ah Yan was stupid and not enlightened, and even secretly thought that it would be good not to be enlightened. my own.
He didn't even know who that person would be. Is it the sweet-looking girl in their school that many people like? Ah Yan didn't look at her much, not because she didn't feel it, but because she was shy? Or the stupid big man next to him who has already married and started a family, but has been protected by Ah Yan all the way? Ayan didn't treat him as a brother
It was impossible to be me. I was only fourteen years old when I met Ah Yan, so I could barely be called a teenager, but Ah Yan was only nine years old at the time, just a baby; he was only sixteen and a half years old when he left him. Although it is said that ordinary children are precocious and precocious, and when they were in middle school at the age of 14 or 15, they already knew how to avoid teachers and parents to engage in puppy love, but his family A Yan was a bit stupider than other children. Protect him in his arms, I'm afraid he will always treat him as a brother until he leaves.
And in his most youthful two years of youth, he was not able to participate; when he stayed with him, hugged him all night, coaxed him to sleep, and kissed him secretly, he would not be a fool. Know.
So even if Ah Yan wanted to change his mind for a while and fell in love with someone else, he shouldn't blame him, just bring him back to him slowly.
Thinking of this, he gradually calmed down, but he was still a little uneasy: "The person you like is so important? Is it possible for him to be unwilling to kiss me, even for the lives of you and your friends?"
Chi Yan looked at Song Jin, who was unconscious against the wall on the right, with a hint of hesitation on his face. If it was really just a kiss to exchange for the chance of their lives, he would be willing. He is not that conservative and stubborn, and he clearly knows what is more important. Besides, he had already kissed that person at various unobtrusive opportunities, and he was unwilling to sacrifice his life here and never see that person again.
It's just that a kiss was so simple and weird that it was unbelievable. He was afraid that there were other traps behind it, so he hesitated to agree.
"If you don't agree, go out from here now." The more Chi Yan valued that person, the more he couldn't restrain the jealousy and anger in his heart, "By the way, I should show you what it looks like outside."
Chi Yan only felt a chill in his eyes, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened it again, he could see the scene outside the temple through the two black doors.
Those "people" were all around the door. Several Nuo dancers wearing Nuo masks and holding paper lanterns in their hands stood in front, and the rest of the villagers surrounded the back. It’s just that the scene Chi Yan saw this time was very different from the previous one—the paper lanterns were not burning with warm orange candles, but cyan ghost fires. Under the reflection of the ghost fires, everyone’s faces were pale and their expressions were stiff. Stupid, without the kindness and easy-going that you see in the daytime.
At a glance, there was no one alive.
Several of them had hideous and terrifying faces, showing the appearance of fierce ghosts, indicating that they had already killed people. Yingying, the little girl from the guest house, and the few Nuo dancers headed by them were all included.
No wonder he and Song Jin couldn't make a shadow under the candlelight. They are human beings and naturally have no shadows under the ghost fire.
He had heard of some people who were born with Yin-Yang eyes, able to see things that ordinary people couldn't see, or to see through the yin-yang nature of things, but he didn't have this ability. There are also some psychic techniques that can make ordinary people see ghosts and ghosts that they can't usually see.
Chi Yan looked up at the sky.
The sky was dark, but it was not a clear night, but a black-gray fog swirling around it, circling back and forth, curling endlessly - it was a layer of extremely thick ghosts, and the whole village was shrouded in this layer of ghosts. Humans and ghosts cannot escape.
Chi Yan only felt that her whole heart was twisted up. When Song Jin called his colleague, his colleague didn't mention anything unusual. Outsiders didn't know what happened in the village, and the villagers also didn't know what happened around them.
I don't know when the evil spirits sneaked into it. At first, maybe only one or two people were killed and turned into evil spirits, and then they started to harm the people around them. Because of the influence of the ghost, the living people can't tell whether the people around them are people or ghosts, and even after being killed, they will forget the memory of their own being killed, and continue to live as usual. Ghosts can't tell whether they are human or ghost.
Among the ghosts Chi Yan met in the village, only the little girl Yingying and the mother-in-law knew that they were dead.
My mother-in-law said that she was the only one who died of old age. Then others may have been killed without knowing it.
Chi Yan stood there in a daze, looking at the hell on earth outside the door. Suddenly I heard a dull voice and asked coolly, "Did you see clearly? What's your answer now?"
"Why do you want a kiss?" he asked rhetorically.
The voice seemed to ponder for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's too cold here, I want you to warm me up. Can't you?"
Chi Yan turned his head, looked at the flickering idol on the table under the candlelight, and said in a low voice, "I want to ask you to promise that you will not do anything but that kiss. One kiss, Chi Yan and Song Jin. The two left the village safely and well. I would like to ask you to use your name to guarantee that the contract has been reached and there is no regret."
Learn to negotiate conditions. The voice gave a low laugh: "I don't have a name, but I can promise to send you all away safely and well."
"Forgive me for being blunt." Chi Yan closed his eyes, "I can't trust you like this." All things in the world, even ghosts and gods, have their names, and if they have spirits, they are famous. The agreement reached by using a name has the effect of a contractual oath, and there is no estoppel. A breach of contract, dishonesty, or the use of a false name will be backlashed by the oath. The heavier the oath, the stronger the backlash will be. This thing refused to reveal his name, which made Chi Yan even more suspicious.
"You don't believe me?" The voice paused, "Okay, I can fulfill some of my promises first. I'll drive those things out first, then you come and kiss me, and I'll send you off."
"I don't care about your friend. But if you don't keep your promise, you will pay yourself to me, stay with me and never leave again."
"Okay." After thinking for a long time, Chi Yan nodded.
He has no other choice now. If this thing really drives them out of the temple, they will still be a dead end. And he still doesn't know who is talking to himself, who is holy, and how capable he is.
As he nodded, the two heavy black wooden doors of the temple suddenly opened outward.
At this moment, the situation in the sky was changing, and the black air that was entangled in the entire sky began to twist and twist in a strange way, as if being pulled, torn, and stirred by a giant hand that could not be rejected.
The gloomy wind poured in, the incense candles on the temple offering table were blown out in an instant, and the splendid curtains used to decorate the beams were blown up and down and scattered all over the floor. The "people" standing outside the door seemed to feel great pain, falling to the ground with their heads in their arms and rolling.
The ghost energy in the sky is getting thinner and thinner, and the night sky gradually reveals its original appearance. Chi Yan looked at it intently, and the ghosts seemed to be sucked by force and sucked into the temple... as if something in the temple was pulling them and taking them all in.
In the midst of this chaotic ghost and wolf howl, Chi Yan saw a short black figure standing under the eaves opposite the temple. When he looked at him, he nodded slightly and smiled, waved his hand, and then the figure slowly faded. , gradually disappeared. It was the mother-in-law who had helped them before, and the situation of the ghost sealing the village was lifted, and she also passed away.
He heard the voice say lightly: "Those 'people' on the ground remembered the fear and pain when they died, and they will go to life after they accept the fact that they have died."
Wronged ghosts enter reincarnation, evil ghosts turn into powder. This village will eventually become an empty, dead village with no one, returning to what it should be.
Chi Yan walked before the five masks, and their expressions returned to calm, with happy brows and upturned corners of their mouths, but they were just ordinary masks.
The voice also sounded at this time, hoarse, low, and with a different kind of entanglement and softness: "It's time for you to fulfill your promise."
Chi Yan turned his head to look at the statue above the confession. Possessing the ability to change the world and dispel such strong and resentful ghosts in an instant, he somewhat believed that this thing was really a god.
But…
His throat moved, and he walked to the confession step by step, raised his face, and looked at the black and golden mask, as if waiting to be sacrificed to the gods: "Since you have such ability, why did you... why? sit back and ignore it?"
He still couldn't help but ask. He is obviously a deity enshrined in the temple, shouldn't he bless the creatures here? Why did they sit and watch them turn into resentful ghosts and struggle and live in numbness, unable to survive.
The voice just chuckled softly, but didn't respond.
Because I am not sheltering the people here, I am sheltering you. Silly feast. I came here with you.
Behind the mask, the false god's brows and eyes were gentle, but the humans under the table were invisible.
The two black doors of the temple closed silently again, and the red incense candles on the offering table lit again, emitting a dim and blurred warm light.
The statue was rising, and Chi Yan couldn't reach him, so he hesitated for a while, then slowly climbed up to the altar and approached slowly.
That voice did not make another sound.
The closer you get, the more clearly you can see the black-gold mask and the splendid red robe covering the statue. In an instant, Chi Yan had an illusion that the person under the mask and robe might be a real person, a living body, not a wooden statue made of clay.
His face got closer and closer to the mask, and then he heard the voice whisper: "Close your eyes."
Chi Yan subconsciously closed his eyes and kissed the lifeless mask.
Cold to the touch.
Something cold and wet pried open his lips, probed in, and gently teased.
Chi Yan didn't react at first, and sat on his knees obediently on top of the confession, raising his head and opening his lips slightly to allow the other party to act. When he realized what the thing was doing, he was startled and was about to open his eyes, but before he could open them, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards his chest, and was pushed directly over the confession by the thing. .
The burning candlestick fell to the ground, the flame jumped a few times, and went out. The temple was once again plunged into darkness.
Chi Yan opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, whimpered, pushed and struggled, like a little beast that a hunter could hold in his hands and play with it but had nowhere to escape.
His eyes gradually got used to the darkness. He could see the outline of the beams on the roof, and the faces on the right wall that were smiling but not smiling, but he couldn't see what was in front of him.
But he knew it wasn't an illusion. He could still feel that thing's cold tongue roaming and sucking in his mouth, and he could feel the cold hand that stretched in from the hem of his shirt and kept stroking it. The cold and heavy weight pressing on him was no different from that of an ordinary adult man.
Due to the force of gravity, the small porcelain bottle on his chest slid from his chest to the side of his neck. I don't know why, but the porcelain vase that always saved him from danger didn't work this time. Maybe it was because the thing in front of him was too tyrannical, and even his own small vase couldn't help him.
Chi Yan felt the smooth and round touch of the porcelain vase, and his limbs, which had already become weak and weak, suddenly gave birth to a force, and he pushed the object away from him with a heavy push.
Chi Yan hurriedly crawled up and sat up holding the table of confession, looked at the void and said, "...You said that after the kiss, you would send us away safely. Now it's your time to fulfill your promise."
His two eyes were wide and round, and his black pupils were bright, like an irritated but helpless lion cub.
The voice said coldly: "You stay here until tomorrow morning, your friends will naturally wake up, and then you can leave by yourself."
He clearly promised to send them away, but he was angry because he forcibly pushed him away? Chi Yan murmured in his heart, but did not raise any objections. The village has returned to calm, normal and dead, and they will have no problem leaving on their own after dawn.
In three hours anyway, it will be dawn.
Chi Yan did not hear the restraint and depression behind that voice.
He could hardly bear it anymore. Looking at him day by day, holding him, and kissing him while he was sleeping couldn't satisfy him anymore. He couldn't help but want more.
But okay. They should meet soon.