Dong Chaoyang was very excited, and the counselor Song Qi was cornered by his students.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know how their quarrel started, but it was clear that the two of them broke down.
Dong Chaoyang forced Song Qi to showdown with his wife and children, while Song Qi just wanted to maintain the relationship with the other party as an underground lover.
They are now next to the cemetery, quite far from the two small courtyards where other people stayed overnight, but the night in the abandoned village was extremely quiet, and Dong Chaoyang's shouting, which was completely uncontrolled, could travel two miles downwind.
Song Qi was terrified.
He was afraid that other students would find out about his relationship with Dong Chaoyang and go to school.
Song Qi rushed over and covered his mouth while trying to appease Dong Chaoyang.
But for two men with similar heights and physiques, it is actually a very difficult thing for one to completely suppress the other.
The two quickly went from pulling to scuffle.
In the chaos, their mobile phones, which were used as flashlights, both fell to the ground. Song Qi pressed Dong Chaoyang under him, with one arm across his chest, and the other hand tightly covering his little lover's mouth. .
To be honest, from the perspective of a bystander, Wei Fuyuan can actually feel that Song Qi has no killing intent.
If not, in this position, Teacher Song should not just cover Dong Chaoyang's mouth, but should have directly pinched his neck.
But for Dong Chaoyang, his mouth and nose were covered, his breathing was not smooth, and he was suppressed by the weight of another person. Under the extreme anger, he naturally struggled more and more violently.
In the chaos, Dong Chaoyang bit on Song Qi's small thenar, taking advantage of the other party's pain and shrinking his hand, he pushed the person away, turned over, got up with his hands and feet on the ground, and staggered forward.
In a panic, Dong Chaoyang did not notice the dry well hidden among tree roots, fallen leaves and dead branches.
The next second, a force came from behind him—someone gave him a shove.
Wei Fuyuan in Dong Chaoyang's body only felt his body leap forward uncontrollably, and then stepped on the air, suddenly plunged into a bottomless darkness.
—Fuck!
At the same time as he fell heavily to the bottom of the well, Wei Fuyuan heard a scream from "himself", and he also felt the blackness in front of him in the severe pain.
The dry well was estimated to be at least four or five stories high. Dong Chaoyang was caught off guard and fell, and he was lucky not to fall to his death, but it was inevitable that he would break his arm and break his leg.
Wei Fuyuan and Dong Chaoyang's souls are in the same sense, and naturally they can also feel the extreme pain of dislocating their muscles and bones. "He" can't move, so he can only raise his head with all his might, while mourning and calling Song Qi's name aloud. , begging him to save him.
Dong Chaoyang was half curled up at the bottom of the well in a twisted posture, his eyes were fascinated by tears of pain and despair, and his vision was hazy.
He struggled to lift the barely intact hand, trying to touch the starlight through a circle of small circular wellheads, as if that was the only salvation he could touch.
"Song... Song Qi..."
Dong Chaoyang pleaded mournfully:
"Save me... please... uh... save, save me..."
There was a dead silence outside the well.
Wei Fuyuan resisted the pain and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.
For two or three minutes, apart from Dong Chaoyang's own wheezing, groaning, and intermittent begging for mercy, he did not hear any sound.
At the same time, due to pain and blood loss, Dong Chaoyang's consciousness has gradually become blurred, and even Wei Fuyuan has begun to see clearly.
Finally, there was light shaking outside the dry well.
Wei Fuyuan tried his best to concentrate in Dong Chaoyang's consciousness, but he could only see a vague figure.
The other party seemed to be leaning on the well platform, looking down with a flashlight on his mobile phone.
"Song... Song Qi..."
Dong Chaoyang saw the light, and hope of survival rekindled in his heart.
"Save me, save me... please... help me..."
He struggled, whispering in a voice not much louder than a mosquito.
The figure disappeared.
Another two minutes of silence.
Afterwards, Wei Fuyuan saw a half-length figure sticking out from the well for the second time.
Only this time, the man dropped something he was holding in his arms.
—It was a broken stone slab, weighing no less than ten kilograms.
The heavy object fell straight down a fifteen-meter deep well under the acceleration of gravity, hitting Dong Chaoyang's head heavily.
When Wei Fuyuan broke away from the opponent's consciousness, the last thing he felt was the smell of rusty rust that dripped into his mouth with warm blood mixed with brains running down his cheeks...
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Wei Fuyuan's soul returned to his place and the moment he regained consciousness, he retched subconsciously a few times.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt the taste of blood in his mouth.
"How are you, are you okay?"
Beiquan's voice sounded above his head.
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes and calmed down, only to realize that he was nestled in Beiquan's arms, a big man of 1.87 meters half curled up like a bird, with his boss's soft thighs on his back. , the head rests on the other's chest.
—Fuck!
He struggled to sit up quickly.
"I see!"
Wei Fuyuan eagerly wanted to tell Beiquan what he had just seen.
—Dong Chaoyang died before everyone fell into the fragmented space!
- He wasn't killed by a ghost, it was Song Qi who murdered him!
At this time, Young Master Wei was sure that the ghost must be attached to Song Qi, otherwise, ordinary people would definitely not be able to push their lover down a dry well and then stone them to death.
However, before he could speak, Beiquan pressed his index finger on his lips and gave a low "shh", motioning him to stop talking.
Only then did Wei Fuyuan notice that although they were still beside the big locust tree and the abandoned well in front of the cemetery, there were more shadowy shadows around them.
"This... what's going on here?"
It was the first time that Young Master Wei saw such a scene, and he couldn't help being a little confused.
He didn't even notice that half of his body was still in Beiquan's arms, he just stared blankly at the figures coming and going around him, and asked blankly:
"… What did you… do?"
Beiquan glanced at Wei Fuyuan.
He said in his heart that if it wasn’t for the fear that you would leave your soul twice in a short period of time, even if you had merit and protect your body, you wouldn’t be able to come back, why would I work so hard to make such a move
"Back in time and space, what happened here in the past can be repeated again."
Beiquan explained softly:
"I invite you to watch a documentary film for free."
In fact, the technique used by Beiquan is somewhat similar to the urban legend of the Forbidden City where you can see palace maids walking under the city wall during thunderstorms for many years.
If he has to give a scientific and easy-to-understand explanation, he uses magic to affect the magnetic field of a certain space, so that some magnetic substances that originally exist in this place release the "images" they have recorded, so as to achieve Go back in time and recreate the effects of the past.
It's just that this spell is very tiring to use, and the spells are complicated to draw, which is much more difficult than photographing Wei Fuyuan's soul - if it weren't for the fact that the assistant had just worked hard for a round, it's really not good for the sake of tossing. , Beiquan really doesn't want to use it.
Due to the long period of time, the image restored by the technique has become very blurred.
In Wei Fuyuan's view, this is like the projection effect made by inferior 3D equipment. Everything around is shadowy and blurry, and the details cannot be seen at all. Only the outlines can be used to judge these coming and going figures. identity of.
And those poor students, tossing to the present, are about to reach their limit.
The squad leader Pan Xiaoyun fainted and still hasn't woken up.
The two girls, Liu Lingling and Huang Lan, had just witnessed their classmates transform into Sadako Inaka, and now they were surrounded by people again. Under the stimulation one after another, they were completely frightened.
Only Rosen stood upright like a wooden stake, his face was pale, his expression was sluggish, his lips were trembling, he seemed to be talking to himself, but he didn't make a sound, and he was completely lost. General.
Beiquan's eyes swept across the four students one by one, and then returned to the surrounding images.
Judging from the clothes of the villagers in the past, the time and space he retraced must have at least a history of more than a hundred years.
It must have been late at night when it happened.
The villagers were holding torches in one hand and farm implements such as hatchets, axes, hoes, shovels, and plowshares in the other, and were searching for something.
And just behind the big banyan tree in front of everyone, there is a young man.
Beiquan carefully observed the slightly blurred figure behind the tree.
Although he couldn't see his facial features clearly, judging from the other person's body shape and facial contours, the young man was at most thirteen or fourteen years old.
He was wearing a satin tunic, but his clothes were covered with dust, scorch marks and bloodstains, and the shoe on his left foot had been lost, and the soles of his white feet had long been covered with rubble and bloodstained, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
At this time, the young man was hiding behind the tree with his head in his arms, curled up tightly, his whole body shaking like chaff.
However, the light-colored tunic on his body was very conspicuous in the dark night, and it didn't take long for the boy to be discovered by a villager.
The ferocious crowd quickly gathered and surrounded the big locust tree.
Facing the crowd holding the murder weapon, the boy knelt on the ground and cried and begged, apparently begging them to spare his life.
But then a man stepped forward and dragged the boy out from behind the tree like a rabbit.
Then he raised the knife and cut the boy's throat with the sickle.
The crowd roared silently, as if it was another festival, and it was not a single person who died in front of their eyes, just a little chicken.
Then, the man lifted the boy who still had a breath, looked around, like throwing away a piece of garbage, and shoved the man into the well beside the locust tree...
…
"So, that's you, right?"
Beiquan asked about the skeleton lying on Dong Chaoyang's back.
The skeleton seemed to be able to understand human speech, and it nodded slowly.
Beiquan smiled slightly.
This story is too good to guess.
As the old saying goes, "poor mountains and bad waters make troublesome people".
In the era of war and chaos a hundred years ago, in the remote villages in the ravines that lacked water and food, there was no legal system, morality and justice at all. The villagers were always ready to turn into bandits.
No matter whether the young man deserted the army or went to relatives, but a rich foreigner who can afford silk and satin, has no power to hold a chicken, and in such a place is a fat sheep delivered to his door, and he is not killed halfway. Heck.