After seeing the struggling goldfish on the floor, Su Qing finally spat out the sour water in his stomach.
He was lying on the floor like a dead dog, struggling and vomiting for half the night. Until noon the next day, the noise outside the door finally woke him up from his half-dream.
When he opened his eyes, what his eyes met was a dead white fish eye!
goldfish!
That weird and terrifying goldfish was still lying beside his head!
The goldfish seemed to be dead, the white scales on its body were limp, and foul-smelling acid water flowed from its body. Su Qing yelled and crawled towards the rear.
"Goldfish... goldfish..." He covered his face, "Why are there goldfish?"
After a long time, he tremblingly got up from the ground.
He didn't dare to look at the fish on the ground anymore, and he didn't dare to think about why fish appeared in his water glass. In the face of all external challenges, Su Qing always tends to be a shrinking turtle. With his eyes closed, he swept the dead fish out of the gate with a broom, pretending that he hadn't seen it.
He wobbled around the room for a while, and only after his eyes touched the theories wrapped in envelopes on the table did he remember something that terrified him more than the goldfish.
He was supposed to submit his proposals to the magistrate and Tai Tuo at this hour!
It was already noon when Su woke up, he dawdled for a while, and now it was almost late. He didn't dare to think anymore, grabbed the envelope, and ran out the door!
Along the way, he stopped several coachmen, trying to let them drive him to the magistrate's mansion. However, after seeing his face, those people either widened their eyes and opened their mouths, or waved their hands wildly before he approached.
"Fuck!"
Su Qing, who prided herself on being lofty, couldn't hold back a word of scolding. He didn't have time to break up with these coachmen, so he ran to the magistrate's mansion directly on his legs.
However, behind him, a mother and daughter who saw his face clearly couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Mother..." The daughter whispered in horror, "That person's face!"
"Don't look! Don't look!"
When Su Qing arrived at the magistrate's mansion, it was already Shen Shi. A young servant was standing at the side door with his back to him. Su Qing quickly came up and patted him on the shoulder: "I..."
"It's Mr. Su." The boy turned his head and said in a muffled voice, "The magistrate told me to wait here for Mr. Su."
"Master Gu, he..."
"I haven't left yet."
Su Qing felt relieved. The servant led him into the magistrate's mansion. Along the way, Su Qing kept his identity in mind, kept his head down, and didn't meet too many people.
When we arrived at the gazebo where the magistrate chatted with the Taifu, the servant went in to communicate. Not long after, he came out again and said, "Teacher Gu ordered the younger one to bring in the theory."
Su Qing hurriedly pushed out the envelope, lowered her head, and acted cautiously. Outside, he could clearly hear the magistrate's voice: "This young man has a first-class literary talent, and the future can be expected..."
He felt complacent, but he didn't notice that the boy standing by the pavilion raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He heard the sound of the envelope being opened, and the Taifu flipping through it faster and faster. After a long time, suddenly, the sound of teacups being smashed came from the gazebo.
"What bullshit is this! Ridiculous! Incomprehensible!"
Then, there was the sound of someone rushing away in a huff.
Su Qing looked bewildered, he didn't know why his work received such evaluation.
The magistrate hurriedly chased after him, but Su Qing stood where he was, not daring to move. After a long time, the butler who was also in the gazebo came out. He came in front of Su Qing with his head bowed, and without saying a word, he smashed the thick manuscript on his head!
"My lord gave you a good chance, what kind of shit are you!"
The pages of the book were flying, and Su Qing was so frightened that she immediately knelt down. He quickly picked up a piece of letter paper, and when he saw the text where the policy theory should have been written, his eyes were split open instantly!
On the white letter paper, there are two words that are repeated repeatedly in his own handwriting!
"Zhou Ying!"
"Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying"
"Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying"
"Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying Zhou Ying"
"No!" Su Qing raised her head and made a desperate voice, "This thing... I didn't write it at all!"
"Who are you fooling, isn't this your pen..." Just as the housekeeper was about to speak, he saw Su Qing's face suddenly raised.
The next moment, he screamed in panic: "Come on! Monster! Drag this monster out for me!!"
monster
Before Su Qing had time to react, he was thrown out of the magistrate's mansion by several guards. He was locked out of the back door, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard footsteps behind him.
"Su Lang?"
It's Wanying's voice!
The inexplicable encounter of this day finally felt real again at this moment. Su Qing quickly turned around: "Yingying, I—"
"what-"
A more miserable scream than before came from Wanying's mouth. The maid beside her was also terrified and leaned back to protect her.
"Monster!! Monster!!"
"Ghost-ghost!!"
"You..." Su Qing walked towards them angrily, "What the hell are you..."
There was a sudden itching feeling on his face, he reached out and touched his cheek, and touched something hard.
The hard stuff seemed to grow out of the skin. Su Qing pulled out unconsciously—
What appeared on his hand was a bloody nail!
"Monster!! A monster full of nails!!"
"Come here!! Miss Protect!!"
There were constant screams coming from all around. A guard with a knife opened the door and rushed out. Among them, there is also the housekeeper's shout:
"Slay monsters!!"
The day before, Su Qing, who was like a burning fire cooking oil and blooming flowers, became a bereaved dog that everyone wanted to punish in this day. He ran away in embarrassment and difficulty, but his face became more and more itchy and hardened.
Facing the pursuit of the yamen servants, he fled towards all the sewage and sparsely populated places, but as long as anyone saw him, he would scream.
"Catch the monster!"
"kill him!"
He ran away with disheveled hair, and what frightened him even more was that outside the skin of his face, the originally soft arms also began to harden, and kept...
Something that looks like flesh-pink scales grows!
These scales are still soft, but they are distributed everywhere.
The city is no longer a safe place. Yamen servants and arresters surrounded his family, vowing to catch this evildoer. Su Qing fled in embarrassment all the way. After hiding in the garbage basket and avoiding a chase, he heard the voice of a yamen servant.
"He's over there! Chase!"
In a panic, he took out the city gate before it closed, and countless people chased him down. In order to avoid the fate of being killed, he crawled into the mass grave.
After he ran into the mass grave, the pursuers behind him hesitated a little. However, soon, under the order of the magistrate, they rushed in!
Escape, escape!
This was Su Qing's only thought.
The pursuers are close at hand, ambush on all sides. He can't go to heaven, and he has no way to go to earth. Seeing a new coffin beside him, he gritted his teeth, and before the vigilant police found him, he lifted the lid and hid in!
Without much effort, he closed the coffin lid from the inside. The pursuers in the distance saw that there was no one here, and gradually the voices of "He's over there!" and "Go over there!" disappeared.
Su Qing didn't dare to be careless. Beside him lay a putrid corpse, almost suffocating him.
But what frightened him more was his own body.
While the skin all over his body hardened, the nails on his fingers...began to become extremely soft!
He couldn't hold back the soreness on his finger, rubbed it lightly, and a fingernail fell off!
He dared not move again.
"Get out, get out after they go..." Su Qing thought tremblingly, "What the hell happened to me...?" '
Su Qing hid in the coffin for a long time, until it was estimated that it was already midnight. Seeing that he was safe, he also began to plan for the next step.
He didn't know which way he could go. Overnight, he changed from the magistrate's son-in-law-to-be and a promising sweetheart to a demon that everyone shouts and beats. He wanted to find a doctor, but he clearly realized that the mutation in his body was beyond what ordinary people could do!
This is clearly the power of ghosts and gods!
Could it be...
He gritted his teeth, no matter what, he should get out of here first.
He raised his hand to push open the coffin lid, but at the moment the coffin moved—
A strong force came from the coffin!
Su Qing exhausted all her strength to push the coffin. However, it is like a mayfly shaking a tree. The hand on the coffin seemed to be enjoying his struggle, and sometimes it relaxed a little, giving him a little hope of life, and sometimes it was stronger, crushing all his dreams.
Finally, he heard the sound of laughter on the coffin.
After hearing that voice, he completely despaired!
"Good evening," said the voice briskly, "I have twelve nails in my right hand, and twelve nails in my left hand, so here comes the question—"
"After a stick of incense, how many nails will I have in my hand?"
"The answer is zero." The voice seemed extremely happy, "All of them will be nailed to this coffin... just like..."
"It's like when Zhou Ying was lying in the coffin."
"You... are you Zhou Ying?"
Su Qing answered with a trembling voice. In this illusion, in his cognition, Lin Huai's voice was Zhou Ying's voice. For a long time, he cried, "I...you..."
No human voice responded to him, only the sound of nails being driven into the coffin bit by bit.
The man who nailed the coffin could obviously press the nails into the coffin with his bare hands, but he had to use a hammer to knock them bit by bit, as if...
He is enjoying the despair of the people inside.
"Three months ago, I was nailed into the coffin in the same way." The man said happily, "I lay there for three days, and you didn't come for three days."
"I'm a very patient person. I've been waiting for you for three whole days." He continued, "Until later, I found out that you were so happy... It's not three days yet, it's just a few minutes, you can't help it gone?"
"Yingying, Yingying..."
"Don't call me Yingying, it's disgusting." The man nailed the coffin said, "Nisu let me smell the snail noodles."
"Zhou Ying, Zhou Ying!"
Seeing that the last nail was nailed in, Su Qing finally sent out his final pleading recklessly: "One night husband and wife Bai Yeen, for our sake, you..."
A chuckle was his answer.
"That's why I gave you a little discount." He said softly, "When I crawled out of the woodshed, I only had ten nails, and if they are used up, they will be gone."
"And now, I've given you nails all over your face. Don't worry, after nailing you here, I won't do any more." He sat on the coffin and stretched out a finger, "You can do as much as you like." Take the nails off your face, attach them to your fingers, and…”
"Dig out this coffin board." He laughed.
He always sat on the coffin board, listening to the sound of struggle and friction inside. A thick blood mist gradually rose in the sky, covering the pale moonlight.
Lin Huai threw down the mask on his face. He crossed his legs, dressed in red, and looked up at the sky.
Accompanied by the sound of scratching his nails, he finally showed a frenzied smile.
"Return the body in the same way. It's exciting enough to fall from the highest mountain." He said slowly, "Then now—"
He spread his hands.
"The last scene of "Dongli" is over!" He said briskly, "Zhou Ying, are you satisfied with what you have seen?"
The young man in red, sitting on the coffin, let out a hearty laugh.