Chapter 128 Crazy
"Pinch the Ren Zhong."
"Push hard."
"Press the chest."
"Push hard."
Jiang Changtian and Jiang Feng just came back.
Mian Mian heard the sound and went out to answer it.
As a result, she heard some movement in the house. She pushed the door open and found her aunt lying on the ground...
The first thing she thought of was first aid.
Could this be a heart attack or a stroke?
But with her small body, she definitely couldn't do it. She pushed the door open.
Called her brother and father to come over.
The ancients also knew first aid measures, pinching the Ren Zhong.
Patting the chest.
When she patted the second time, Aunt Yin opened her eyes.
Seeing the two people in front of her and little Mian Mian lying beside her, she recovered.
"I'm fine."
At this time, Aunt Yin and Sister also heard the sound and came over.
Aunt Yin asked Sister Yu to take Mian Mian away.
Jiang Changtian asked Sister Xia to boil a prescription for tranquilizer.
Then closed the door.
They are all top students, and from the look in Yin Gu's eyes, he knew that Yin Gu had something to say alone.
Sure enough, Yin Gu trembled and took out the painting that Mian Mian had drawn from under her body.
Just when she was frightened to death, she actually remembered to hide the painting. Maybe she didn't have time, so she pressed it under her body and fainted from fear.
Yin Gu has seen many dead people.
But it was still a little too frightening.
The ancients respected the body.
The body skin is given by parents and cannot be damaged easily.
Even if it is dead, they will not destroy the corpse, and they will peel the corpse open to see what it looks like.
But in this painting, one side of the face is very beautiful, it can be said that it is a rare beauty, the eyebrows, eyes, neck, nose and lips are all beautiful, and they look very good when combined together.
But on the other side, the painting showed what was underneath the skin and flesh. It was hard to imagine. Are these things really wrapped under the skin of a person's head and face?
Blood vessels? Meat strips? Bones? Teeth?
The frame, the direction of the bleeding, and the fact that the blood vessels were connected.
Can a normal person draw this?
Can a normal child draw this?
They couldn't imagine it was like this, because no one had ever peeled it open or cut it open.
Even a coroner wouldn't do this.
It's impossible to cut it in such detail.
Jiang Changtian was also shocked when he saw this painting.
Jiang Feng was even more frightened when he saw this painting, and couldn't say a word.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay, children have clear eyes and can see things that ordinary people can't see, it's okay." Jiang Changtian himself was also terrified by the painting.
It is a genetic instinct for humans to be terrified of corpses of their own kind, and this prevents humans from cannibalizing each other.
Jiang Changtian noticed that Feng'er's body was trembling slightly.
Or maybe he killed too few people.
It's actually okay.
Yin Gu also calmed down, and after listening to her master's explanation, it seemed to make sense.
Mianmian's eyes are always very different.
It's just a little too scary.
"It's okay, Yin Gu, I scared you, you should rest for a while." Jiang Changtian put away the painting and took Feng Ge'er out.
Jiang Changtian took the painting and walked a long way with his son, until they came to where they usually rode horses. There was no one around, and it was a very spacious place. Jiang Changtian
found a place to sit down, where he could see the scene in the village and also the place outside the village.
The view here is very good.
"Feng'er is hiding something from Dad."
Seeing his sister's painting, Jiang Feng felt as if he had returned to the dark underground.
Watching the corpse slowly decay from flesh to bones, and the bones slowly decaying, crumbling, and merging with the soil, there was no light, only endless darkness, lingering on and on. At
this moment, Jiang Feng's tears flowed like spring water.
Jiang Changtian actually found some strange changes in Feng'er.
Before he was injured, he had always been a playboy.
He didn't listen much to what he said.
But after that injury, he suddenly grew up overnight, as if he had changed overnight, becoming much more sensible, obedient and calm.
But Feng'er didn't want to say what happened.
He almost kept his son under his eyes and didn't find anything unusual.
Now it seems that the reality is still abnormal.
He stretched out his hands to hold his son's shoulders, patted his arms hard, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Feng'er, it's okay, you can tell dad anything, you don't have to hide it from dad, dad can bear it."
Hearing what his father said, Jiang Feng cried even harder.
He was a man, but he sobbed and choked.
His whole body was shaking.
"I know why my sister is like this, and why she can draw this picture."
Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and said word by word.
He told his father about the time he was injured and almost died, and the scene he saw.
Several times in the middle, he opened his mouth and stopped, unable to continue.
Looking at the smoke rising in the village, he continued to speak.
"Jiang Xiaoyu, that idiot, lost himself. I, Mianmian, and my mother were all buried together. Suddenly one day, I could no longer hear the crying voices above. I didn't know where my father had gone. Suddenly I woke up and found that things were different. I was alive, my strength had increased, and my brain had become much smarter."
Jiang Changtian listened to his son's story without interrupting a word.
However, his blood flow slowed down, and his hands and feet became cold.
It turned out that he couldn't bear it.
He really couldn't bear such a result.
Jiang Changtian opened his mouth several times, but said nothing.
Because the action of opening his mouth can greatly pull the facial muscles to prevent tears from falling.
"I think my sister also came back from there. She died very early. Even if she came back from there, she didn't understand anything. But because she stayed underground all the time, she liked to play with ants, so, so she could draw bones and corpses, and her body should have changed a little."
Jiang Changtian grabbed his son's shoulders, sat beside his son, and listened to him tell about the experience.
For some reason, he knew that was what they had experienced.
Because if Feng'er died that time, everything seemed to be predictable.
He was not in good health and could not take care of Sister Yu. She might foolishly sell herself and get lost. He and Xiamei would go to find Sister Yu, but they also lost Mianmian. Mianmian looked very similar to him. Old Madam Jiang definitely did not want her to live, so she was poisoned to death. Xiamei wanted revenge, but her neck was broken and she was killed in one move.
Only he, a waste, was left alive.
What could he do while he was alive?
He wanted to kill people, to kill everyone in the world to bury his wife and children.
"It's okay, it's okay, really, Feng'er, it's just a nightmare. You are alive, Mianmian is here, Sister Yu is here, mother and father are here, and now there is also Aunt Yin. It's okay, life will get better and better." Jiang Changtian comforted his son.
Every word was gentle.
As if there was magic.
Jiang Feng's chest gradually calmed down.
He said with red eyes: "Dad, if Mianmian is different, don't treat her as a monster. She is Mianmian, my sister, your child. She is very good. Her life in her previous life was too short. She breathed for less than a year. She lay in that small coffin, which was too small and could only occupy a corner. Dad, in this life, what I want most is that Mianmian can live a long life, a hundred years or a thousand years, to make up for what she didn't have in her previous life."
Mianmian, who was playing with ant blocks in the yard, suddenly burst into tears.
She had good hearing.
So she heard what her brother and dad said.
She didn't expect, didn't expect them to be so miserable.
If she didn't have the spiritual spring, her whole family would die, leaving only her father alone. What a desperate scene that would be.
When she cried, more and more ants gathered on the ground.
Because Xiaoshu felt that the young master's mood had changed a lot, he was a little panicked.
Jiang Changtian comforted his son.
He walked back slowly. He
walked very slowly, stepping on the ground one foot at a time, feeling the hardness of the mud.
What would it feel like to lie under such mud, unable to turn over or move?
He didn't cry. After listening to his son's tragic experience, he didn't shed a single tear.
Instead, he looked at Mianmian's painting seriously.
Mianmian's painting is very good, with vivid flesh and blood and round bones.
This person must be Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan was a beautiful girl, with beautiful bones and flesh.
Jiang Changtian walked back step by step, without crying or shedding tears. He just numbly thought, if all his family members were gone and he was left alone in the world, what would he do? What would he do?
He would go crazy, he would kill people, overthrow the dynasty, and let everyone be buried with him.
Every moment he lived was to make one more of them die.
Apart from that, he had no reason to live.
Hell was empty, and the devil was in the world.
He believed he could do it.
Jiang Changtian walked to the door of his house and saw Mianmian surrounded by ants. He saw her sitting in the pile of ants, tears streaming down her face, reaching out to him for a hug.
Jiang Changtian walked over and gently picked up the child.
"Don't be afraid, Daddy is here." Jiang Changtian finally shed tears. He saw ants surrounding a small corpse, eating her bit by bit. She was so soft, she could only smile when she was born.
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