The wall was covered with yellowed newspapers, and there was a bed next to the window. The wooden boards were wet, probably having just been wiped, but a radial line of blood divided the entire room into two halves, and a headless corpse lay diagonally on the wooden boards, twitching occasionally.
There was blood flowing from his neck as if a faucet was not turned off. The blood was still steaming slightly in the winter, which complemented the steaming water in the basin on the small table next to him.
Yu Zixi's back was covered in blood. By the time Ning Que and the others came up, she had stabilized and said to Grandma Wu, "Get me some water so I can wash."
Grandma Wu was just standing there in a daze. When Grandpa Wu came up, she collapsed on him, muttering something. Everyone looked unhappy.
Yu Zixi let the blood dripping from his head drip onto the wooden board, forming a small pool of blood. He began to speak very calmly, "Ruan Ni and I went upstairs. The old woman poured half a basin of water from the thermos next to us and wiped us. Then someone went to the next room to tidy up your room. After the wooden board was dry, she came back to make the bed for us.
At this time, Ruan Ni felt a musty smell in the room and wanted to open the window to ventilate it. I looked at the door and heard a slight sound. I squatted down and felt a warm sensation on my back. When I looked back, she was dead.
At this time, a taciturn man suddenly spoke, which scared the uncles around him. His presence was very weak, so weak that 99% of people would ignore him.
He was extremely pale, without a trace of blood. His black down jacket and black hair were like a messy mass of wool, covering most of his face.
Yuan Ye looked at him, and he nodded slightly. He walked over, squatted down, and put a little blood on his finger and put it in his mouth. This action made Mr. Wu and the others look as if a bottle of seasoning had been overturned, but the players were surprised for a moment, so they were used to it. Everyone has some weird skills.
He stayed there for a moment and then said, "It's human blood, no problem."
Yuan Ye turned around and said soothingly, "Uncle, Auntie, this is my younger brother. He was born with a deficiency, so my father sent him to live with a master, and he learned some Qimen Dunjia techniques."
Old Master Wu didn't know what he wanted to say. When his eyes met the gaze of the man who looked like he had crawled out of a coffin, he shuddered, swallowed his words, and then uttered, "What are you going to do? I can't even rent out this room."
Yu Zixi pouted and said, "Let's buy this house, okay?"
He pointed at the players and yelled, "You outsiders are here for our family business, right? And you're talking about backpackers? Humph! If you bring that up again, I'll make sure you never come back from this village."
Then he left angrily without looking back. There was a bang in the yard and everything became quiet.
Old Master Wu looked around, supported Grandma Wu, and said in a very tired voice, "The bedding is in the cabinet in the room next to yours. There are bedding on top and cushions underneath. You can deal with them yourselves! You can deal with the body yourselves."
Ning Que looked at the bodies of meat that had already been cut and packaged in the frozen section of the supermarket and asked, "Xiao Que Que, that person shouldn't be dead, right?"
"How do you know?"
Ning Que touched Honghong on his wrist, who showed no desire to eat. "Honghong didn't show any sign of wanting to eat."
At this moment, Ning Que seemed to hear a word as soft as the breeze, "It's like this again." But it was fleeting, vague and unclear, as if it had not been said.
Ning Que looked down the stairs and touched his ears. No way, is there something wrong with my ears?
Ning Que leaned against the wall, the paper on his legs was scribbled all over, and Dandan sat quietly beside him, doing a puzzle, looking calm and peaceful.
The flickering flames beside them and the table lamp placed at the head of the bed that was out of tune with the entire room cast large shadows of the two people on the wall and fell by the window.
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, the wind outside was howling miserably. The wind in this village seemed to understand music theory quite well, and the high and low tones formed a strange and desolate tune.
Ning Que put the paper away, yawned, and snuggled into bed with Dandan in his arms. Soon, a long breath slowly rose from his body.
"Da da da," the window shook three times and then it became quiet. After a while, the sound started again in a dense and intermittent manner, as if the people outside were very anxious. After a long time, the sound disappeared completely.
Then there was a burst of knocking on the window next door. This series of actions woke Ning Que up from his sleep. He looked at Dandan who was still sleeping next to him, turned over and continued to sleep.
When the black shadow outside tried to pry open the window, a ray of light appeared on the window. The black shadow quickly shrank back, and a puff of green smoke came out of its claws.
Dandan opened his eyes, his slightly red eyes glowing faintly in the dark. After glancing at the window, he closed his eyes again.
After a night, Ning Que stretched out in the yard, then happily scooped two bowls of red bean dumplings from the large pot. "Aunt, this smells so good! My Yongyong loves it. It's a pity I can't cook it, and the outside isn't clean, so I don't dare buy it for him all the time."
When Grandma Wu heard this, she burst into laughter and said, "Hey, let me teach you. This is very simple. There are red bean cakes in the pot, freshly out of the pot, hot." Then she grabbed three cakes from the basket next to her, put them on a plate and stuffed them into her hand, "Hurry up and eat, there are only a few!"
Ning Que happily praised his grandmother, then ran out to the yard, carrying two bowls and a plate. The backs of the two children, one large and one small, were stained by the light golden sunlight on this winter morning, as smoke from cooking slowly rose.
It was almost noon when a few players finally woke up. You already recognized the girl with short hair: her name was Yanan.
Yu Zixi yawned, the dark circles under her eyes standing out against her fair face. "Auntie, are there mice here at night? They kept scratching at the window last night. It was so annoying."
Yuan Ye next to her also yawned loudly and glanced over. She seemed to notice, so she kicked the chair to the ground and started to rant, "What kind of place did you choose? The scenery is just so-so, and the accommodations are so bad. You said it was so good at the beginning?"
Ning Que helped to bring over a plate of pickled vegetables and fried tofu. Seeing this, he kicked her from behind and said coldly, "No one begged you to come here in the first place. Now that you're here, you'd better behave yourself.
You better behave yourself, or your parents won't be blamed for your lack of manners. They'll be so upset!"
Yu Zixi rolled his eyes and was about to explode, but Yanan beside him pulled his sleeve, and he pouted and sat down.
The meal passed in this awkward situation. Ning Que and Dandan ate happily, especially the beer duck and braised carp, which tasted absolutely amazing.
In the afternoon, this group of players left the hospital under the pretext of going out to collect folk songs. Originally, they were going to find Mr. Wu and my grandmother to inquire about something, but because I cleverly mentioned it to them first, as expected, they left directly.
Ning Que lay on the chair, basking in the sunshine with the four or five strings of persimmons hanging beside him, and instructing Dandan beside him to peel oranges for him.
Yiping: "You just let them out like that?"
Ning Que squinted his eyes and savored the sweet and sour taste on his taste buds. "Don't worry, I will definitely marry the bride off well."
Yiping said, "Xiao Queque, but the information I got from this copy is incomplete. Why don't you go out and ask around?"
Ning Que said, "Don't worry, they might even come to me and exchange information."
Absolute silence, everything shrouded in darkness, was achieved when the players returned. Ning Que heard the door to the next room open, so he flipped the picture book over and continued the story. "Later, the prince took the crystal slippers and began searching the city for their owner, the person he loved most..."
Ning Que finished reading the last sentence, "In the end, Cinderella forgave her stepmother and step-sisters, and Cinderella and the prince lived a happy life."
"Okay, go to sleep! And Dandan, let me tell you, all these fairy tales are lies."
"Why, Mother?"
Ning Que tucked in the corner of the quilt and began to instill his own ideas into him, "First of all, I think Cinderella herself is the eldest daughter. Her status is a perfect match for the prince. This is not the most important thing. Don't you think the ending is disgusting?
Dandan, let me tell you, if someone treats you badly, you must never forgive them. Don't do such a saintly thing! Okay, go to bed quickly.
Tap, tap, tap. It was this time again last night. A cold black silk thread clung to the window like a dodder, and the heart-wrenching knocking sound was heard on the window again. But tonight's sound seemed a little different. The sound of nails scraping against the glass was creepy.
The light on the window became dimmer, and a black shadow was knocking on it. Yesterday it was as bright as a 300-watt light bulb, but today it was only 200 watts. I believe that in just a few days, this black shadow will be able to break in through the window.
Ning Que was awakened by the sound of a chainsaw that seemed to have been unused for five or six hundred years. He glanced at Dandan, who was still soundly asleep, patted Honghong, gestured, put on his pajamas, and opened the window barefoot. The cold wind immediately poured in. Ning Que fumbled around outside and, feeling for something, grabbed it and rushed out the door, fearing to wake Dandan.
Coincidentally, the layout of the room was very clever, with the boys' room on the left and the girls' room on the right. Everyone had heard the noise coming from their windows again, and were planning to just get through the night like before, when they heard the door next to them open.
Ning Que grabbed a ball of thick fog and threw it to the ground. A charming cry of pain echoed through the mist, like a spring breeze blowing open hundreds of flowers, and the air was instantly filled with the fragrance of flowers. The players in the room also seemed to witness this spring scene.
This shout really made everyone excited. Yuan Ye called out the surveillance "Spirit Eye" that he had installed here during the day - a device that could capture spirits and humans.
He gave a sharing link to Yharnam, and both of them would see a copy that subverted their previous impressions.
The gentle voice of the woman in the black fog was still whispering something. Ning Que stood there motionless. The blooming black fog carried a rich fragrance, and many tentacles stretched out from it, trying to wrap Ning Que in it.
Yu Zixi couldn't help but say, "This man is going to die."
Then they saw Ning Que seemed to come to his senses, and suddenly he pressed the black mist under him.
Ning Que suppressed his anger, groping in the black mist, trying to discern its body. However, the woman's whimpering gave her a headache, so she shouted angrily, "Why are you screaming? We're all women, why do you care?"
But seeing this look captured by surveillance cameras was beyond imagination. Lu Shi's eyes widened, his original fear completely suppressed by Ning Que's actions. "Oh my goodness, she's actually a lesbian! This is the first time I feel sorry for this ghost!"
Yuan Ye couldn't help but continue, "So that sentence is true, as long as you are brave enough, Sadako will let go~"
In the players' view, Ning Que was half submerged in the black fog, his hands were moving up and down, and the ghosts were screaming!
Player: Wuu ...
Ning Que touched her waist and then her shoulders, feeling the cold, hard bones. He was afraid that the girl would bite his hand off if she got excited.
At this moment, Ning Que suddenly felt a biting chill in his hand, and subconsciously let go. The black mist quickly slipped away. Ning Que grabbed a few times in the air, and only a pearl flower was left in his hand.
Ning Que quickly took advantage of her before she finished walking and shouted to her, "I've received your token of love. Remember to come and play with me!"
The black fog seemed to stagger and quickly disappeared into the half-open window and door.
A big red flower the size of a palm, with layers of petals densely packed together, and the slightly yellow stamens seem to be shining with golden light. There is a U-shaped iron hairpin stuck underneath, which feels uneven to the touch.
Ning Que put the pearl flower on his head and looked at his feet.
Uh, my socks are dirty, I need to change them.
At this time, Yanan pondered for a moment, sent a text message, opened the door and went out, "Wait a minute!"
Ning Que was feeling sleepy and was about to go back with his eyes half open when he was suddenly startled by the shout. Turning around, he saw the short-haired girl standing at the door, dressed neatly and wearing a pair of sneakers.
Ning Que said lazily, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? If not, let me go out and sleep."
"Can you give us the pearl flower in your hand?" Yuan Ye also came out with a lamp in his hand. The purple flame in the lamp rose straight from the bottom. There was a puff of smoke at the bottom of the flame because there was a black unknown thing swimming inside.
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