Take your soul into your hands. He pinched the seal and then crushed it.
Soul search, the basic technique of Yin Cha, although basic, is easy to use.
If it really is what he thinks, then... the entire Huangjia Village is an inexorable existence! Everyone... be damned! This place... such an evil place should not exist on the map of China!
The dead can never expect the living to live. Their best home is their own Yama Temple.
Swipe and lala... The tide seemed to ebb and flow in his mind, and images appeared around him one by one. Like walking in the corridor of memory, it is Tongtong's life.
He saw... A group of people rushed in noisily, with sticks and knives in their hands. Dressed in air. Tongtong's parents screamed and quickly hid him under the bed.
No, it's not just them, looking through the gaps in the crowd, the entire tulou is in a confrontation. A lot of people came, people smoking cigarettes, people with shaved heads... at least a few hundred people, crowding the entire Huangjia Tulou.
Noisy.
In all directions, there was a lot of noise, and it was impossible to hear what was said, but the anger contained a tyrannical taste, even through memory. Soon, with a loud noise, along with the crying of the children and the screams of the adults, this increasingly hot conflict finally fully escalated.
boom! A wardrobe was thrown from the upstairs to the bottom, and it fell into pieces. Then, various households, old-fashioned dressers, washing machines, cups, clothes and shoes... fell like raindrops!
"Can you move?!" The memory was fragmented, and his perspective suddenly changed. A bald youth with a wooden stick in his hand slammed down a woman in front of him. With a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were red, he kicked the other person's stomach again, and spat: "You don't want to leave after taking the money?! Ask again, can you move!!"
"Blue sky!!" The woman's head was covered in blood, and the tears on her face seemed to turn into a river of blood, and she desperately grabbed the young man: "Three thousand yuan for me to move!
"Don't move, right?" The bald stick smashed straight at the woman's arm: "Shame on your face!"
"God!" Behind the woman, an old woman with white hair stopped in front of the woman with tears on her face: "Kill me to death! You bastards!"
The stick fell hard on the old woman's shoulder. She fainted without humming.
"Mom... Mom!! I, I fought with you!!"
There are too many similar pictures, appearing around Qin Ye like a hell on earth.
"TV?! Watching your TV! Smash it! Smash it for me!!"
Snapped! A loud slap landed on a round woman's face, her hair was disheveled, and she wanted to rush over like crazy. But she was held tightly, just outside the guardrail, several people were carrying her TV-this was one of the three major items in the 1990s, and she just bought it when she was newly married.
"Don't smash it... I beg you... woo woo..." The woman was already crying with tears all over her face, and her face was covered with finger marks, crying as if she was absent-minded. But what answered her was the excited noise of a group of hooligans, and the TV set fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"Smash! Continue smashing it for Lao Tzu! I see how hard your bones are!!" Destruction is always a beast hidden in the heart. And now, with so many people, this beast has been completely released. Several hooligans shouted violently with blue veins on their necks, as if they had done the most honorable thing in their lives.
Qin Ye saw... Seeing an old lady trying her best to protect the child below, with a stick falling like rain on her back, she didn't dare to lift her head, she could only be like a helpless hen. Finally, after a stick hit the back of her head, she lay down limply.
He also saw... A young man's head was held down by these hooligans, slammed on the wall, and his head was covered in blood. And the room behind him, the cabinet with the big red "囍" character, and the bed, are already smashed...
He felt a little cramp in the corners of his eyes. He had always believed that the kindest thing was human nature, and the ugliest thing was human nature. And human nature, in a herd mentality, will change from a beast... to a demon.
He has a gut feeling that if things go on like this... something big will happen.
These hooligans are already on the brink of madness, and with just a little friction, things will get out of hand.
Soon, this friction will come.
"I can't move." At the door of a house, a hooligan punched a thin young woman in the stomach. The woman knelt down as soon as her legs were soft, but the next second, the door suddenly opened, and a man, crazy He rushed out waving a stick.
"I'll let you fight! Let you fight!! I'll beat you to death!" His eyes were red, his glasses were crooked, and he danced wildly while holding a wooden stick. Obviously, he had never fought, had no rules, and didn't really have the courage to kill the hooligan. He just danced around the door of the house. But by coincidence, he hit the head of the rogue in the nose.
How strong is the stimulus
The hooligan's nose was instantly crooked, nosebleed gushing out, covering his nose and falling backwards. Immediately, everyone around him gathered around.
"Brother Ma!" "Brother Ma, are you okay?" "Brother Ma. Are you alright?"
Before he finished speaking, Brother Ma suddenly jumped up.
He was tall and muscular. At this moment, the lower half of his face was bloody, and he rushed over with grinding teeth, grabbed the man's head, and slammed into the wall desperately.
"Fuck! Dare to hit me?!"
Boom! !
"What the hell are you! You dare to do something to me!!"
Boom! !
The woman on the side was stunned, and then screamed and rushed up to grab it: "Don't fight! Don't fight!! It's going to kill you!!"
Brother Ma has never heard of it, dong dong dong! After hitting him a dozen times, he could hardly hear the young man's breathing, and then he pinched the opponent's neck, spitting all the saliva on the face that was no longer visible, gritted his teeth and said, "Can't move!! "
There was no answer, only weak to extreme breathing.
"Can't move!!"
Bah... A mouthful of spit spit into Brother Ma's face. He touched it, his lips trembling.
It was the ultimate expression of rage.
"Don't fight!! Dead people!!" In the heart-piercing scream of the woman, Brother Ma grabbed the young man and dragged him to the guardrail of the earth building.
"Brilliant?!" He looked at the man frantically, and pressed the other person's figure against the railing desperately: "Brilliant, right? Huh? Don't move?! Um! I..."
Before he finished speaking, the railing was broken.
In everyone's dull eyes, the young man fell without a doubt. There was a look of disbelief on his face. Below is a huge locust tree. chaotic scene.
Boom... A dull voice sounded, and a crimson blood flower bloomed.
Qin Ye closed his eyes.
"Humanity..." He sighed and was about to continue looking down. However, the other party's memory was like a candle, and the rest of it burned out in an instant.
"Sir, have you found what you were looking for?" Quan Jinghao immediately asked when he saw him open his eyes.
"No." Qin Ye said faintly, "His memory is not complete. I saw some things that I didn't want to see..."
"What is it?"
Qin Ye didn't speak, just glanced at the wooden boarded window before shaking his head lightly after a long time.
Forcibly demolished.
I'm afraid not many people still remember how much blood was on the hands of the more remote real estate developers when they first made their fortunes in real estate.
This is a piece of cake that drips blood. As long as it is demolished, the compensation can be changed from tens of thousands to 1,000, not to mention accompanying their house. As for the Huangjia Tulou... it was obviously a forced demolition. He also understood why there were so many cracks on the second to fourth floors of the tulou.
No one cares what the residents are getting.
No one wants to know if they will survive.
People's hearts are worthless in front of banknotes.
However, this was not what he wanted to see.
What he wanted to see was why Tongtong became like this.
Now that he has some ideas, he suspects that the person who made Tongtong become like this is the heinous soul. Chu Renmei was also looking for him, but... it wasn't enough.
First, why did Chu Renmei want to possess herself
This shows that... the other party is an existence that Chu Renmei can't move. Either... the people in this building, they've been living like zombies. Chu Renmei didn't kill them either. either...
This person is outside! In places where the people of Huangjiacun can't go, Chu Renmei must possess herself and leave!
Second, the person who turned Tongtong into a monster, even if it didn't turn the entire village into what it is now, must have a deep relationship. However, is this worthy of the "heinous" comment
Following the first inference, there is only one possibility why Chu Renmei wanted to kill each other.
The other party dug out her bones and abandoned the corpse in the cold pool. It makes sense.
but.
This is the characteristic of capital, it is the evil of human nature, and it is not enough to meet the conditions of heinous. Look at other people, Dong Zhuo, who set fire to Luoyang, and burnt tens of thousands of people and the ancient capital of thousands of years. Look at other people Qin Fu, a famous traitor in history, a dynasty ended indirectly because of him. Look at other people Su Da, a generation of demon queens, who also indirectly ended a dynasty.
The culprit businessman in your village wants to be ranked? Listed as equal "heinous"
The name is too cheap.
"No matter what, find the existence of Huang Jiansen first. He knows... why the Huangjia Tulou became like this. He also knows... everything about Chu Renmei, her purpose, why she does not move the people of Huangjia Village. He may not be the piece of the puzzle. The last stop, but it must be the key to the next stop!"
Information, information is now their first need. He seemed to be playing a jigsaw puzzle, holding a single board and no one could see what it was. But when they come together, the whole thing will suddenly light up.
Therefore, he could not let go of every piece of debris, even seemingly unrelated pieces.
Burying the memory of the forced demolition in his heart, he opened the door and walked out.
The wind brought the freshness of the morning into his chest, and he looked at the Huangjia Tulou, which seemed to be alive again, and sighed faintly.
Including today, there are still two days.
Two days later, it is the Winter Clothes Festival.
His time... is running out.