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As soon as I finished speaking, an extremely wicked laugh came out of my mouth. At the same time, the cold flame in my hand shook and went out silently. Heavy darkness suddenly enveloped the narrow bottom of the bed.
Damn, it’s here again! This damned birdman is petty and won’t tolerate anyone exposing his fakery.
I cursed in my heart and immediately covered my mouth tightly, but extremely strange giggles kept coming out of my chest, as if my throat and tongue were turning into foreign strange objects that came alive, and I had no control over my behavior at all.
In desperation, I screamed and stuffed my hand into the mouth of the little fat cat next to my head, shouting "bite, bite, bite" to let it hurt me so that it would wake up.
As a result, at this critical moment, it was pitch black and I couldn't see where the cat was. I randomly touched the cat's whiskers with my hands and stretched them forward. The little fat cat was merciful and didn't want to eat me. It subconsciously took a small bite of me and spit it out, as if it was afraid of biting my oily skin.
I reached out my hand again, and in the chaos I touched a sticky and fluffy thing. My head suddenly felt dizzy, and I knew something was wrong. This person was unconscious and was grabbing the mummy. If this continued, I would probably suck deeply on the rotten cotton ball.
Damn it, damn it, I told you this eyeless ghost has recognized the wrong person, I don’t want to have a deep father-son relationship with this thing!
I didn't know where I got the strength from in such shock and anger. I gritted my teeth, struggled with all my might, and then slapped myself twice in the face.
I didn't realize how much I was doing and my head suddenly buzzed. My nose started bleeding and I felt so dizzy that I almost curled up.
The fog in my brain dissipated briefly, and I felt an indescribable bitterness and numbness in my mouth going straight into my throat. It turned out that I had bitten the cold flame in half again, and was eating a mouthful of rough metal foam.
This was really disgusting and dangerous, I quickly turned my head to vomit, but I was stuck under the child's bed and was in a dilemma. I hunched my shoulders and tried to move out, but failed. Instead, my head was dizzy again, and I seemed to raise my hand to hug the mummy, wanting to be good friends.
The absurdity of the moment was hard to describe, and I didn't have any better solution. I was so frightened that I slapped myself twice, making my ears buzz. Then I hurriedly pushed the mummy away again.
With a bitter face, he started talking nonsense, shouting: "You are my brother's father after all, stop clinging to me like this, it's not appropriate!"
It’s hard to say whether Nian Huairen’s body listened to the advice or not, but I finally crawled out from under the bed, immediately turned over and sat up, grabbed the bedding on the children’s bed and stuffed it all under the bed, creating a physical barrier between myself and that damn thing.
In his haste, he almost choked on his own saliva. Then he remembered that there was a bunch of flammable metal powder in his mouth, and cold sweat broke out.
You should know that the burning point of cold fireworks is extremely low, only about 50 to 60 degrees, which is not harmful to the human body, but I couldn't help but put it in my mouth when I felt dizzy. If God gave me a spark, my head would be like a new type of firework that exploded.
The thought of it made me shudder, and I started spitting, completely ignoring the issue of personal ethics. At the same time, I waded through the darkness, groping my way towards the cabinet, trying to keep as much distance as possible from the mummy.
I finally understood that I had brought trouble upon myself today. Originally, it was good for Nian Huairen to lie in the closet. No matter how many monsters there were, they could not be used. Now that the tiger has been released back to the mountains, I don't have the courage to crawl under the bed again to drag him out and deal with him. Who knows, I might get confused and go to fight with him again later.
I can't just drag it along for two steps, stop for one step, and slap myself every time I touch it. That would be too tragic and too funny. What if I get swollen and numb after just a few slaps, and this trick doesn't work? Who would I talk to when I become stupid?
If it really doesn't work, I thought about it and gritted my teeth, "Donkey! If it doesn't work, we can switch homes with it! Let's go into the cabinet ourselves!" Then I decisively grabbed the ground, picked up the stunned little fat cat, and bent down to get into the cabinet door.
I was caught off guard. I didn't know what was silently blocking the way in the fog in front of me. I bumped into it head-on. It was soft. I fell back two steps before entering the cabinet. I was almost scared to death.
This time I didn't care about being stingy with the last two cold flame sticks. I carefully broke off one and lit it, then shone it in front of my eyes. A pale face vaguely appeared in the thick fog, staring at me.
My heart was in cardiac arrest and I was about to scream, but suddenly a hand reached out to me at an extremely fast speed, and the cold flames went out instantly. Then the hand pulled me to the side, tapped my wrist and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Wait, damn, this scary white-faced ghost looks like my brother. When did he get here?
I was surprised, delighted and puzzled, so I knocked him back and used all the poor code words I learned from my friends during my convalescence, and asked, "Brother, dear brother? How come you have time?" Could it be that in such a short time, he had defeated that damn thing in the fog outside? Is he that awesome?
Hey, come to think of it, which brother of mine is this standing here? It was pitch dark and I was not allowed to talk, so I just saw his face in a hurry, and I couldn't tell whether it was Zhang Tianyi or Sanyi.
I gestured to ask him questions, but he didn't answer. I didn't know what he was thinking.
This is strange. Could it be that I am not skilled enough and typed the signal incorrectly, so that this distinguished brother who is busy with all kinds of affairs would think that I was just teasing him?
I moved my wrist, trying to reorganize my words, but he quickly pressed my shoulder, his expression seemed solemn and hesitant.
I felt something was not right, because his palms seemed to be covered with cold sweat, and if I listened carefully, his breathing was almost nonexistent. I smelled him again, and although he should have done his best to deal with it, there was still a faint smell of blood coming from his body.
That thing outside is so fierce? Is he seriously injured?
If he is already very weak, I am afraid it is not suitable for us to stay any longer. However, what is he going to do now if he doesn't leave?
No matter what, saving my life is the most important thing. I made up my mind, quickly recalled our approximate position before the light went out, estimated the direction of the door, and dragged him away.
This damn guy seemed to be stupid and didn't move. I slapped my forehead and came to my senses, and quickly wrote on his hand:
"I have the file here. Come on, come on, we have everything sorted out. Go out and tell us!"
Only then did he exhale slowly and softly, as if the last taut string was about to break. I was caught off guard and felt a weight on my body, and he actually fell backwards.
I may have been surprised at this moment, but I was calmer than ever before. I grabbed him and felt his breath.
Very good, still breathing.
The voice in my head became very steady and began to give instructions before I could feel any fear. I immediately carried him on my back and walked towards the living room, stepping slowly along the wall. I stuffed all the remaining pills and chocolates that Dongzai had brought over into his mouth.
Holding the man, his hands were covered with extremely sticky blood, and there was not a single dry spot. Perhaps when he was fighting with the thing outside, he was corroded by the thing's body fluids, and some kind of colloid would not fall off, mixed with the blood that kept pouring out of his body, and turned into a layer of blood mud like a shell.
I took two steps with him on my back. At this moment, I felt light-headed and unreal. Then I felt a chill on my neck. The blood mud flowed down my collar and then onto my wet back.
The blood mud fell off one layer after another, just like a cicada cocoon shedding its skin. It reminded me of my childhood when my family cooked winter bamboo shoots and roasted pork. When processing the winter bamboo shoots, we peeled them layer by layer, and as we peeled, the bamboo shoot meat became less and less, as if it would completely melt and disappear at any time.
"Damn, it's not soy sauce, it can even hang on the wall." I suddenly laughed and said silently. The inexplicable panic finally began to surge up, and my body felt cold and chilly.
The incident happened so suddenly. How could God not give me some foreshadowing and hints? What should I do? Isn't this too much?
Besides, I haven’t told this cheap brother all the good news and luxurious secrets.
My eyes suddenly felt a little sore, but the weird thing was that not far behind me, the bed under me moved again as if by an illusion, and then that extremely vicious and sarcastic laugh came out of my mouth again.
The cat at my feet stopped, its fur stood up, and it let out a long hiss.
I closed my eyes tightly and whispered to comfort Dongzai, "Okay, it's okay, I know." My breathing was still a little shaky, and I said to myself, the mummy won't move, it is dead, my cognition has been distorted again, and I want to go back to it.
Don't be afraid. The most dangerous thing has been dealt with by my brother. What I am responsible for now is just a non-lethal fungus spirit. Don't be controlled by it.
...Hu, okay, okay, it's okay, laugh if you want. It's okay to feel like I'm getting closer to that ghost thing again. The old house is so small, the worst that can happen is that I can carry my brother on my back and walk a few more times. I can always get out. Things are far from hopeless.
In an instant, I sorted out all the key points that I should remember. I took a deep breath again, tried my best not to think about the body under the bed, and started talking to the person on my back:
"You know what? This close home visit just now made me suddenly think of something."
"I was wondering..."
I paused, without tears, and said coldly, "You said before that the group of people that the Zhang family took over to deal with the Holy Infant have been exhausted."
The person on my back was breathing very lightly. I wondered if he had heard my conclusion. I calmed myself down and continued:
"But in our family, neither I nor Pingping seem to have seen anyone come to deal with the Holy Infants. The matter has been resolved by us due to a billion-to-one luck and coincidence. So in fact, we still don't know what those Holy Infants who have been truly rendered harmless will become, and what price those deceased burialists paid."
The miracle of Xu Ranxing and Xu Ping is a secret success of the game of multiple distortion forces. It is only this time and it is impossible to replicate it. On the bloody assembly line of the Holy Infant of "Blue Star", there are no standard parts that can be used for reference and rubbing.
To put it more bluntly, what will be the form and ending of those "Xu Ranxing" who did not get the miracle and failed?
Before their power expanded and spread instantly, contaminating everything around and causing a catastrophe, what did the Zhang family members in charge of burying the bodies do to detonate and disperse the disordered "wishes come true" power in advance?
I have a cruel solution that might work:
Give those confused holy infants a strong enough consciousness, for example, a more mature adult brain, as the main brain to replace their still ignorant thinking. In this way, their mumbling and murmuring wishes can be guided to the maximum extent, and their cognition can be confined to a certain fixed concept.
In this way, the Holy Infant, in his wish to make his wish come true, will constantly move closer to the false "self" that is like a stamp of thought, consume his energy in this layer of transformation, and constantly enter a cycle of internal consumption until the distorted power provided by the moving mouse is completely exhausted.
"So... in order to deal with these failed Holy Infants, we can give them a brain and a name." I whispered, shuddering myself. "For example, from now on, they can be called Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, Wang Liu, or even Wang Ping."
As long as they insist on wanting to become "Zhang San", the power of wish fulfillment will eliminate other obstacles or doubts and ensure that they will definitely become "Zhang San".
"…Like this, the failed Holy Child can sink into a distorted dream of 'being someone else'."
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