In a chaotic world, human life is like a mustard, even if it is a wrongful death, not everyone can be turned into a vicious spirit.
It's just that Xuanmen Village itself has a special geographical location, and it is naturally a Feng Shui bureau that gathers Yin and nourishes evil spirits. The corpse of the rich boy who died tragically was thrown into the well. Specter's conditions should have endangered one side, and made the entire Xuanmen Village so unsafe.
But this village has a tradition of "sending evil spirits".
Burying the dead in the village, not to mention using evil spirits to control the yin, will also hold sacrifices every year, using paper people and paper horses as substitutes for the villagers, and then using a lot of blood as sacrifices, which will accumulate in the village for a year. The yin and evil spirits of the villagers are "sent" away to ensure the safety of the villagers.
Although I don't know when this sacrificial ceremony started, it just happened to "pacify" the resentful spirit of the young master in the well.
The villagers stayed in a small mountain village with a specter, and they had been living together for a hundred years without incident.
Time flies, time flies, it is estimated that even the oldest old man in Xuanmen Village has no idea about the wickedness of killing and stealing goods that his ancestors once did.
If Dong Chaoyang didn't happen to die in the same dry well this time, the blood and strong resentment at the time of death awakened the boy who was suppressed in the well...
"Ugh!"
Beiquan sighed:
"They are all pitiful people, why bother each other?"
Strictly speaking, the little boy in the dry well had been raised in the well for more than a hundred years, and was nourished day and night by the mountains and evil spirits of Xuanmen Village. From the perspective of the fragmented space, it is definitely not an easy role to settle.
In addition, Dong Chaoyang, who had just encountered a poisonous hand, still remembers the warm energy of his tragic death, which is when the grievances were the strongest.
When the two are superimposed, it is not simply one plus one equals two, but a hot pot with oil and boiling water. If it is fried, Beiquan is really afraid that it will be difficult for him to protect such a group of people...
- Then, is there any way to make this matter peacefully resolved
He tilted his head, thought carefully for a moment, and then asked the person lying in front of the dry well, "You two, do you want to take revenge yourself?"
Beiquan's question was too unexpected. Dong Chaoyang and the dry bones on his back never thought he would ask such a question.
The two were silent for a while, and Dong Chaoyang's corpse's mouth moved stiffly.
Only a guttural sound came from his throat, but Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and even a few students standing in the back "heard" Dong Chaoyang's voice.
[revenge?]
he asks:
[I really... can I take revenge?]
Beiquan rolled his eyes and smiled sincerely:
"Of course, I will definitely satisfy your wishes. You can report whatever you want until you are satisfied."
As he spoke, he flipped his wrist, and the Vientiane Pen appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Trust me, it will definitely make you feel good."
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In the forest at night, a man was running.
The mountain road is rough and steep, and it is not long after the rain, which is the time when it is slippery and difficult to travel.
But Rao is so, the man dare not stop.
He held up his mobile phone as lighting, and kept turning his head while running, shouting:
"I'm sorry! Please spare me, spare me—"
Before he could finish his plea, the man stumbled and stumbled, then rolled down toward the hillside.
The man was unlucky. The slope here happened to be very steep. Like a billiard ball, he smashed through the bushes and small trees along the way, and finally rolled to the bottom of the slope.
"Please, please forgive me..."
The man wanted to get up, but felt a sharp pain in his thigh, which made his eyes black.
He sat up in embarrassment, but found that the phone had been dropped for a long time. Without the lighting, he couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only touch it with his hands tremblingly.
With this touch, he touched the blood of his hand, and a sharp tree stump that pierced his thigh directly from the bottom up.
"Ah!"
The man hissed and screamed:
"My leg, my leg! Help! Help!"
He instinctively wanted to struggle, but the stake pinned him firmly to the ground, and it hurt a lot when he moved.
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
He shouted hysterically to the silent forest:
"Chaoyang, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
[Are you calling me?]
A voice sounded faintly behind the man, and at the same time, he held a shimmering object in one hand and handed it to his neck.
The man felt his scalp explode.
That hand was pale and cold, and it was holding the phone that he had lost somewhere when he rolled down the cliff just now.
"Well-"
The man let out a mournful cry like a dying animal.
One of his thighs was wedged by a stake, and he could only lift his head.
With the help of the dim light of the phone screen, the man could barely distinguish the silhouette of the other party.
Standing behind him was the one who had been pushed into the dry well by him, his student, his cheating object, his secret lover, Dong Chaoyang, who should have died a long time ago.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Song Qi cried out hysterically.
But two hands as cold as ice clung to his throat.
Song Qi's screams stopped abruptly.
He was like a chicken with his neck pinched, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs protruding, his handsome face turned from white to red, from red to blue, and finally turned into purple.
"Crack".
The sound of broken bones was very clear.
Dong Chaoyang sent his hand away.
Teacher Song's head tilted to one side and fell heavily to the ground.
He fractured his cervical vertebra, and he couldn't die anymore...
…
…
"Isn't one enough time?"
Beiquan did not know when he appeared beside Dong Chaoyang.
He saw the young man lowering his head and staring blankly at his hands, so he smiled slightly and asked in a low voice:
"So, try another scene?"
Dong Chaoyang turned his head, his lips moved, [How to change?]
Beiquan smiled and made a gesture.
When Dong Chaoyang looked up again, he found that he had returned to a familiar school.
"Go."
Beiquan pushed Dong Chaoyang's shoulder.
"I said it until you feel good about it."
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Song Qi was walking in the familiar corridor on the third floor of the teaching building. For some reason, he always felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him behind him.
It was class time now, and the entire corridor was empty except for him.
Song Qi turned back several times, but did not see anyone.
"...It's just an illusion."
Teacher Song murmured:
"...he's dead...no more...don't worry..."
Although he comforted himself so much, the right hand on his left wrist still pinched his flesh nervously.
Song Qi walked all the way to the stairs, and when he looked up suddenly, he saw a figure, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Ah".
But then he saw clearly that it was just a decorative mirror attached to the entrance of the stairs, and what was reflected in the mirror was just his own figure.
Song Qi stopped and faced himself in the mirror, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"It's just an illusion."
He repeated it to himself in the mirror.
After speaking, Song Qi turned around and prepared to go downstairs.
But just as he turned his head, he vaguely swiped something out of the corner of his eye.
Song Qi stopped and turned around suddenly.
This time, he saw it clearly.
The mirror does reflect his own appearance, but the "he" in the mirror maintains a straight posture, which is not synchronized with his own movements at all.
"!!"
Song Qi was sure that he was not mistaken.
His hair stood on end, and a chill ran up the top of his head along the back of his spine, his feet softened, and he almost knelt on the spot.
At this moment, "Song Qi" in the mirror turned his head slowly and slowly.
"what!!!!"
Song Qi let out a scream, turned his head and ran to the stairs.
Because he saw that the person in the mirror clearly had a face he was most familiar with - it was Dong Chaoyang who was pushed down the dry well by him!
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Song Qi ran and shouted:
"I didn't mean to! Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!"
But his pleas for help were of no avail.
No matter how Song Qi runs, he can see another person's shadow as long as he passes by any object that can reflect light, whether it is a mirror, glass, water pool, or even just a clean tile.
Song Qizheng, who was killed by him, stared at him stubbornly and momentarily through every reflection. No matter where he fled, he could not escape this evil obstacle.
"Forgive me! Forgive me!"
Song Qi ran out of the teaching building like a madman.
Under the astonished gazes of the teachers and students, he shouted and ran like a fly that lost his soul, panicking, not even knowing where he was going.
At this moment, Teacher Song's mind was blank, he just wanted to avoid the ubiquitous figure of Dong Chaoyang.
"squeak-"
Sharp brakes.
"Boom-"
The sound of heavy objects colliding.
Accompanied by the screams around him, Song Qi flew out like a broken bag. After falling three meters, he fell heavily on the ground.
There was a fist-sized pit in the back of his head, and blood gurgled out of his brain.
At the last moment of consciousness, what Song Qi saw was the reflection in the pool of his own blood, which belonged to Dong Chaoyang...
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…
"how do you feel?"
Beiquan asks customers for their opinions.
[It's boring...]
Standing beside him was a translucent figure, the soul of Dong Chaoyang.
The young man looked at the body of his teacher lying in the middle of the road, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.
The despair, pain and unwillingness at the time of death are still deeply imprinted in his three souls and seven souls, but the feeling of revenge by himself is far less than what he imagined.
[Really boring…]
Dong Chaoyang repeated it again.
Beiquan smiled slightly.
He said in his heart that it was okay, it seemed that he really came in time, and he could finally save one.
"So, do you still want to continue?"
He asked Dong Chaoyang.
[No…]
Dong Chaoyang slowly shook his head.
[I'm tired of...]
He can see clearly, for a scumbag, all this is not worth it.
So Dong Chaoyang replied:
[I don't want to see this person again.]