Liwan Cemetery (V)
Chen Mengze patted his shoulder gently, "It's okay, things are getting better."
He comforted Shanzha and then said, "The scriptures and spells I recited two or three years ago have only become a vague outline in my mind. No matter how many times I review them, the result is the same."
"The protective gear I wear is almost ineffective. You should have noticed this. Don't you think the talismans and magic tools you use are too ineffective against ghosts?"
Chen Mengze's tone was very calm, but Shanzha felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.
The higher the virtue, the higher the evil. If you think about it carefully, the power of those people in the Xuanmen is indeed suppressed.
It was just that he had thought it was because he was young and had not practiced enough, but now he felt something was wrong. It seemed that since his grandfather's generation had gradually passed away, the oppression they had been subjected to had become increasingly severe.
Chen Mengze said, "As for the master I invited..."
He shook his head. "It was fine before, but later when we really encountered a fatal crisis, they would always be blocked by something. Up to now, except for you, all the masters I know have either passed away due to old age or disappeared without a trace."
Shanzha took a breath of cold air. If this was not what Chen Mengze said himself, he would find it hard to believe that so many terrible things could happen to one person.
"This is horrible. Is it the same with Sister He Guang and the others?"
Chen Mengze shook his head, "Probably not. The only one like me is probably Mo Liuying."
He smiled bitterly, "I don't know which of us is in a worse situation."
All roads were blocked directly or indirectly. Fate expected them to wait for death, but was unwilling to actually kill them.
At least he still has some fighting skills left, but what about Mo Liuying?
You will never be able to find a master around you, and even if you learn a technique, your memory will be forcibly erased. The effectiveness of the magic weapon will be suppressed, and even your weak body will not have much ability to escape or resist.
Finally, she was tortured by prophetic dreams. Since she was powerless, was it a kind of torture to know too much? She didn't even have a friend with whom she could confide.
She seems close to those around her but always remains distant. Is she ready to not invest too much emotion in anyone and to accept the death of anyone?
Many times, Shen Mengze could feel Mo Liuying's coldness and determination towards people and things, but he just couldn't do that because he had too much indecision and sorrow.
He didn't know whether Mo Liuying's ability to hold on until today was due to her inherent determination, or whether she also wanted to know what outcome fate would have for them?
Shanzha still found it hard to accept, "But why is it like this?"
It seemed as if all the terrible malice in the world was poured onto him and his sister named Mo.
He stared at the smile on Shen Mengze's face that was both emotional and melancholy, and asked in a bitter tone, "When did you discover this?"
Chen Mengze lowered his eyes, "I probably had these thoughts two years ago, but at that time I lost too many friends and my mind was a little muddled, so my thoughts were not as clear and organized as they are now."
During that period, he felt that life was worse than death. He felt like a disaster. He had experienced so many terrible things, everyone died, but he was still alive.
However, he did not understand as clearly as he does now how terrible the abnormalities happening to him were. He just instinctively felt that no one who was involved in the supernatural events with him would have a good ending.
He wanted to stay away from them as much as possible, so that his misfortune would also stay away from them. This was also the reason why he initially wanted to distance himself from He Guang and the others.
To be honest, when he first met He Guang in the library, he thought she would die. Later, when he found out that she was involved in Mo Liuying's affairs, he thought... Even in the Twin Villas, he felt that He Guang was really unfortunate. She was affected by his bad luck again and again, and sooner or later she would be killed by him.
Xiaoqing River was an accident. He didn't expect to encounter danger in Bai Yu's hometown. He was helpless about the driver's situation. He could only ask the driver to keep a distance from him and hope that the talismans obtained at the temple fair could save the driver's life.
But the driver still met with misfortune, and although he was moved by He Guangyouyi, he did not drive them away. The fundamental reason was that he knew that they would not be able to leave once they came.
He was ready to die there if they died too. But a miracle happened, the light blocked those things, the hawthorn appeared, and he was no longer the only survivor of an incident, and the matter was resolved.
"So to be more precise, I only figured everything out this year."
"In fact, when we were in Xiaoqinghe Village, I thought many more people would die." Chen Mengze looked down at his hands, "But things ended very quickly. He Guang and you were both miracles that changed fate. You reversed many deadly situations. I also started to get hurt, and the black energy on my body was also decreasing. Everything was changing."
Many of Shanzha's questions were answered, and he finally understood why Shen Mengze was so happy and surprised to actually see him in his dream during the death dream incident last time.
Shanzha originally thought that he felt it was magical to meet in a dream, but now he realized that he thought he would be like those masters in the past and would not be able to come due to various accidents.
He had already prepared to fight alone.
But there are some things Shanzha still doesn't understand, "It's a good thing that the black energy is getting less and lighter. I can understand that. Why do you feel happy when you are injured?"
Shen Mengze stopped and turned to look at him, "Shanzha, after I realized that so many unreasonable abnormalities had happened to me, and I had experienced so many deaths directly and indirectly, why didn't I feel like a walking disaster? Why did I still dare to live?"
Hawthorn's expression changed.
*
Three days ago.
He Guang looked at the blood on the ground under his feet, not knowing how to react.
Everything happened so quickly. As soon as she looked up and confirmed that there was a person standing on the opposite building, that person jumped down, without giving her any chance to further confirm the situation or persuade others.
【Ahhhh barrage protection】
[Don't panic. Based on my years of experience watching supernatural live broadcasts, the person jumping down may not be a living person.]
[The comrade in front of us has inherited the host's style of comforting people]
The person who jumped down was a woman, no more than 30 years old. After falling down, her head and face were covered in blood, looking very miserable.
He Guang estimated the floor level and found that he jumped from the eighth floor. Although it was not the top floor, the height was enough to be fatal.
The black building also has eight floors. In this neighborhood, the number eight seems to be tainted with an ominous aura.
The woman did not die immediately after jumping down. She twitched slightly and stretched out her bloody hands to grab He Guang's trouser legs.
For some reason, He Guang did not hide, but instead took a step forward.
"Please, save me..." The woman cried weakly for help.
He Guang said, "You are already dead, I can't save you."
Oh my god.
[Anchor, do you have to be so straightforward?]
Is this woman really a ghost?
The system said, "This is a playback of the phantom images of the residents who died in the community before they died. The souls of the people who died here were devoured by evil spirits. She must have been blinded by a ghost, and she saw flat ground instead of a tall building, so she fell from it."
The system obviously collected the woman's information and immediately explained it to the audience.
[This is too much]
[How miserable]
The woman grabbed He Guang's trouser legs and begged, "Please, save me, I have a baby... She can't do it alone, she is the only one..."
She cried miserably and painfully, "How can she live?"
She seemed to have no extra rationality to confirm that she was dead, and it had been too long since her death.
He Guang looked up at the window on the first floor. There was a thick layer of dust on it. It seemed that every window in this abandoned high-rise building was the same.
There was no way the child that the woman was thinking about was upstairs.
[No, I can’t stand this scene]
[Hey, anchor, let’s go quickly]
He Guang did something unexpected. She bent down and held the woman's back and legs with her hands. "Then bear with it for a while. I'll take you to find the baby."
The woman was very light, and she felt like she weighed nothing in his arms. Perhaps, as the system said, she was just an illusion, and how could an illusion have weight?
[Hey, anchor, what are you going to do?]
[Host, be careful. Showing kindness should be done in a certain situation. What if this is a trap?]
[This is just an illusion, not a soul, why bother?]
[It is indeed something the anchor would do]
"It doesn't matter." He Guang said, "Even if there is an accident, they can't beat me."
[This confident truth makes me unable to refute it]
[In the face of absolute military power, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers]
He Guang lowered his head and asked the woman, "Where do you live?"
After the woman reported the floor and house number, she leaned blankly in He Guang's arms, but her eyes were always looking in one direction, which was the direction of home.
The building felt empty and cold, as if no one had lived there for a long time. The dust was particularly noticeable on the stair railings.
Because it had been abandoned for a long time and there was no elevator, He Guang walked up the dark stairs step by step.
The audience scolded her at first, but then they stopped and just watched her climb the stairs.
The whole process was silent. He Guang didn't speak, and the system didn't speak either. This kind of atmosphere should have been a bit scary, but no one felt scared.
Finally arrived at the eighth floor.
The woman raised her hand and pointed to her door, her eyes bursting with light and vitality.
He Guang walked to the door, put her down, and reached out to turn the key. Normally, this door cannot be opened. After a woman dies, her relatives will definitely come to handle her affairs. No matter how the house is handled, no one will leave the door unlocked.
But when He Guang turned the doorknob, the door opened.
After the door opened, a layer of white light came towards me. The white light only stayed for a moment and then disappeared immediately.
The room was very clean, with a few magazines spread out on the table and the coffee in the mug still steaming. It looked as if the room had always been occupied and the owner had just left for a while.
On the table were photos of the woman and a baby who was over one year old.
He Guang took a quick glance and turned to look at the woman. She was still covered in blood, but it was as if there was suddenly a force supporting her. She slowly walked towards the bedroom.
He Guang followed her a few steps behind.
The woman opened the door to the master bedroom and saw a baby lying in a cradle next to a large bed.
The baby opened his bright black eyes, full of purity and innocence.
The woman walked over slowly, and she stretched out her hand as if to touch the baby's face, but after a moment, her hand did not fall.
She sat down leaning against the cradle and rocked it gently. When the baby fell asleep, she seemed finally relieved and looked up and smiled at He Guang.
"Thank you," she said.
Her body and the baby radiated a warm white light.
The white light faded away, He Guang opened his eyes, and found himself standing in a room covered with white cloth.
She walked to the table covered with a white cloth, and after lifting the cloth, she saw a photo of a woman and a baby. The woman was smiling happily and contentedly at the camera.
He Guang walked out along the stairs. The system and the audience were still discussing this matter.
"Perhaps her greatest obsession before her death was her own child. She had realized that she had no chance of survival, so she wanted to see her child for the last time. Her wish was not fulfilled, and it eventually became an obsession." said the system.
【I’m going to cry】
[Maybe she had begged countless people before this, and it is estimated that only the anchor would choose to help her]
[My mother passed away very early, and I can no longer remember what she looked like. I think she was thinking about me like this before she died.]
[Affirmative]
[My friend, you must stay strong and keep going]
【Tears】
[pat on the head]
[Alas, the anchor is only helping with an illusion. The soul of this mother may have long gone.]
[Are you the devil in front of me? If you have to tell me, I will stab you in the back]
[It wasn't me who stabbed me, it was the cruel reality and fate]
[My heart is about to be stabbed to pieces by the 40-meter-long knife of fate]
[The host is particularly silent today]
[We need your favorite chicken soup, host]
[She must be feeling very uncomfortable]
He Guang walked out of the building. There was still deathly silence all around, as if nothing had happened. She raised her head and let the sunlight fall on her face.
"I just feel a little sorry...but love and kindness deserve gratitude and respect, no matter who gives it, because it is not an obligation."
[The host is very deep today]
[This isn't something your friend said again, is it?]
【2333】
[I really want to meet the host’s friends, who knows, they might be as amazing as the host]
"There will be a chance." He Guang turned and looked at the window on the eighth floor, then lowered his eyes and smiled.
"But this time it was my own realization. Sometimes I can come up with something that makes sense."
[Hahahaha, I get it]
[Yes, yes, yes]
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