Dragon Beard Crisp

What horror game is this?

The Memory Master watched in shock as the mentally retarded woman slapped him harder and harder. She wished she could find the button to exit the game immediately.

But there was no such button, so the illusionist could only step forward and grab the woman's hand, trying to stop her behavior.

She was very careful not to use her hands to prevent Ren Shanshan's strange superpowers from being triggered.

The woman held one of her hands, and the illusionist's heart sank when she suddenly saw the elastic band in her other hand.

However, it was too late. The woman used incredible strength to pull the elastic band out of her hands.

The woman who received the gift held up the elastic band, turned around and shook it happily at the little boy outside the window.

When the little boy saw his mother's face, he let out a shrill scream and ran away in a panic.

Ren Shanshan's calm voice sounded out at an inopportune moment: "From then on, the mentally retarded son became a lunatic."

The memory artist was stunned. She was not afraid of the mentally retarded woman's face, but her unpredictable behavior. She carefully sneaked to the door, unlocked it and tried to run away.

The mentally retarded woman sat on the bed in a daze, her eyes following the movements of the memory master.

There was a dressing mirror next to the door. The woman looked at the monster in the mirror from a distance. Her face turned red instantly, almost to the point of purple.

The woman screamed, jumped off the bed, and ran headfirst into the dressing mirror.

There were crashing and shattering sounds at the same time, the woman fell to the ground without a sound, and the room suddenly became quiet.

The illusionist carefully leaned forward and looked, and saw a sharp lens inserted in the center of the woman's head.

"From then on, the mentally retarded person died, and there was no more howling next door to my house." Ren Shanshan began to tell her story again.

The illusionist ran out of the door and ran up the steep road of the mountain village.

Doesn't Ren Shanshan feel fear and guilt? Even if this was an accident, one person died innocently and one person inexplicably became a madman, all because of Ren Shanshan's superpowers.

The illusionist held her knees and gasped for breath. Even though she didn't eat the leftovers her mother brought back, she still felt a sticky and nauseous feeling in her abdomen.

She had no desire to continue playing the game. There was no truth here, and no need for truth.

"I don't think I did anything wrong. She wasn't alive like that. I helped her. I even paid a price for it. I don't dare to register my super powers with the Superpowers Administration."

No, that's not it, no one can judge the meaning of other people's lives, and no one has the power to decide other people's life or death, the Memory Master silently refuted in his heart.

However, Ren Shanshan could not hear: "At the same time, I had a new question: would anyone think that I am not alive like this? Would anyone want to 'help' me?"

Ren Shanshan bit the word "help" very heavily, as if she wanted to chew it into pieces and swallow it.

Ren Shanshan returned to the tone of storytelling: "I never thought that when I grew up, the person who wanted to 'help' me the most would be myself."

The mountain village was dotted with flickering lights, the evening breeze was damp and slippery, and the illusionist did not want to go home for a moment.

A girl's voice came from the downwind: "Shanshan, why are you here?"

Without Ren Shanshan's explanation, the illusionist knew that the person in front of him was Ren Zhaodi. The sisters looked very similar. The elder sister looked two or three years older than the younger sister, but not much taller than her.

The elder sister stuffed a piece of candy into her hand: "Dragon Beard Cake."

Putting the candy in his mouth, the sweetness suppressed the nausea. The illusionist asked: "Where did the candy come from? Was it from the Hundred Days Banquet?"

My sister smiled and said nothing.

The illusionist then realized that the candy was most likely given by Quanzi's mother, her sister's future mother-in-law.

They returned home one after another, and the illusionist fell asleep.

When the illusionist wakes up, he has arrived at another point in time.

It was clearly daytime, but the sky was gloomy and the dark clouds seemed to bend the spine of the mountain.

The crying of the baby echoed in his ears, and the illusionist was shrouded in the humid mountain air, and he couldn't even breathe.

She stood in the yard in a daze and found that she was the only one at home.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and my sister rushed into the woodshed and dragged out a snakeskin bag that was taller than her.

"Go comfort your brother!" the elder sister shouted, "It's going to rain soon, my parents and I are going to bag the fruits on the mountain."

My sister was standing with her back to the gate, dragging the snakeskin bag full of waterproof covers with great effort. Suddenly, a figure flashed in from the door and kicked my sister away.

The illusionist immediately rushed over to help his sister. Fortunately, his sister fell into the bulging snakeskin bag and did not seem to be injured.

"Are you going to beat the child to death?" The mother's scream followed closely, and the illusionist saw clearly that it was the father who had kicked his sister.

One kick was not enough, the father rushed over and continued to stomp hard on the sister on the ground. The sister hugged the father's legs like crazy, the brother's crying became louder, and the mother's screams were unclear.

What this does

The Memory Master hid in the direction of the woodshed. This was not the way to beat a child when it was cloudy and rainy.

My sister is thin and small, but her ruthlessness is intimidating. She didn’t even say a word when my father beat her.

She opened her mouth and bit her father's calf, then pounded her fists upwards randomly.

"You'll be craving for it! You'll be craving for it!"

Dad stepped on my sister's stomach and his leg seemed to be bitten and bleeding.

"How dare you eat a dead person's candy? And you even brought your sister with you to eat it!"

My mother cried and hugged my father's waist. My sister's teeth seemed to be embedded in my father's legs as she was dragged away by him.

The situation was not brought under control until two plainclothes policemen broke in.

The police separated the sister and the father: "Don't be afraid, little friend. The uncles want to ask you something. Did you go to the neighbor's house last night?"

My sister stared straight into the eyes of the strange man in front of her: "I have been there, and that idiot gave the dragon beard cake to me and my sister, and then we left."

“Was there anyone else in her house at that time?”

"No."

The memory artist was asked the same question. She wanted to tell the truth, but her mouth seemed to be glued shut and she couldn't utter a word.

The case was eventually closed as an accidental death.

Dad was still roaring: "You are greedy! You are eating dead candy! Don't you want to change your name? I think you should call it Ren Yechan!"

Lightning began to flash in the sky and a rainstorm was about to come. Dad then remembered the fruits on the mountain, and he angrily took Mom out.

The illusionist carefully helped his sister up: "Why?"

Why did you lie? Did you know that your sister was the real murderer of the mentally retarded woman?

"Why?" My sister grinned, "He's right. I'm going to change my name to the one I told you about."

Bright red blood filled my sister's exposed gums and teeth, and she looked very happy.

The scenery in front of me changed rapidly, time was fast-forwarded, and the picture froze on the courtyard wall hung with white cloth.

Who died

The memory master ran madly into the main house, and the black and white sister was laughing happily in the square grid.

"I don't accept it!" Dad yelled again, "You must compensate me! My daughter died in a mudslide, and they didn't even find her body!"

"This is a natural disaster, it will be difficult to compensate..." someone whispered.

The village chief said: "Ren Er, your daughter is gone, and everyone is upset. But she ran around in such a heavy rain, isn't it because you beat her--"

"That's enough!" the mother screamed, "At least bring back the child's body!"

The village chief was embarrassed: "This... is buried right in the center of the mudslide, and there is a lot of sediment on it..."

"I don't care! She's already been engaged, and we took the engagement money from Quan Zi's mother!"

The village chief was shocked: "Oh, you can't say that when you get to the higher-ups! Both children are underage."

"You can't lose money if you don't say that." Mom sat on the ground and cried.

"This... a living person cannot be suffocated to death by urine." The skinny village chief pointed the two deep holes on his face at the illusionist.

The colorful mom and dad also turned their heads.

The older sister in black and white smiled and looked down at her younger sister.

My brother's crying sounded again.

The illusionist shuddered, and in a trance, he realized that his dead sister was the only colorful person in the world.

The brief silence in the house was interrupted by Quan Zi's mother: "Ren Erjia! Ren Erjia! You need to control your daughter! We can not form a family relationship, but we cannot create a life-and-death feud!"

Quanzi's mother was a good-looking middle-aged woman. She ran while crying and stumbled over the threshold.

"Mother-in-law——"

"Who are your relatives?" Quanzi's mother sat down on the ground. "The village chief is here too. You have to give justice to them!"

A fine layer of sweat appeared in the wrinkles of the village chief's skin: "What's wrong? Stand up and talk."

Quanzi's mother pointed her finger at Shanshan's mother's nose and said, "Her daughter is here to look for my son. My son has a high fever and is talking nonsense. He is haunted by a female ghost! Woo woo woo..."

Mom hid behind Dad, trying to avoid Quanzi's mother's fingers.

Quan Zi's mother followed her viciously with her eyes until her mother hid under her sister's portrait.

“Aaaaaaaaa——”

As if she had gone crazy, Quanzi's mother stepped forward and threw away her sister's photo, while swearing at her and stating her purpose:

"Give me back my money! I'll give you double the money for this unlucky incident!"

The two young men beside the village chief quickly stepped forward and held her down, and only then were the chaotic scene somewhat under control.

"Alas." The village chief sighed heavily, "I will take care of your engagement, but children are more important than money. Take us to see Quanzi first."

The illusionist followed the adults and went with them to Quanzi's house.

Quanzi's home lives on the uphill side of the mountain village. There is a two-story building at home, and the gate is made of wrought iron.

This house looks very ordinary when viewed alone, but it stands out among a group of low and dilapidated old houses in the mountains.

Ren Er and his wife walked in the middle of the team with droopy brows, and the village chief whispered in Ren Er's ear.

Quanzi was lying on the bed and talking nonsense. He was tall and strong, and looked no different from an adult from behind.

"The fever has finally gone down." Quanzi's mother wiped the sweat off Quanzi's forehead with concern, "But he was frightened and hasn't gotten better at all."

The village chief asked about Quanzi's health for a while, then cleared his throat and said, "It's best to go to the city for treatment for Quanzi's illness."

"The Ren family will give me money!" Quanzi's mother said immediately.

"But." The village chief panted, "The land and water nurture the people. If you get frightened in our mountains, it's best to treat it in the mountains."

"You know that Liu Xiangu, the one who calls herself Qingxuzi."

Quanzi's mother didn't say anything, so Shanshan's mother quickly replied: "I've heard of it."

"She is very good at it. Anyone who has a sick elderly person would go to her. My neighbor also went to her."

Quanzi's mother sneered: "The mentally retarded girl named Liu next door to your house was killed by her mother-in-law."

"What do you mean by life or death?" the village chief shouted, "The old man has reached the end of his life span, and even Fairy Liu can't save him."

Quan Zi's mother closed her mouth with hatred on her face.

The village chief's tone softened a little: "It's settled. Ren Er, you two should go and invite Liu Xiangu immediately!"