163 Weird Library 6
◎Dream◎
The old Taoist stared at Sang Mian for a long time, then stretched out his wrinkled finger and pointed it at Sang Mian's eyes. "So it's you."
Sang Mian felt mixed emotions. It was fine to meet a familiar ghost in the Wujie Realm, but she didn't expect to meet one in the Records of Human Past. She asked the Northeastern Ghost to help the old Taoist priest to sit on a stool and said, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. I didn't expect you to have become a ghost."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and said, "Yes, are your parents well?"
Sang Mian didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After thinking for a long time, Sang Mian thought of an important question. This question made her tremble all over. Didn’t God send the old Taoist priest to her just to let her know the truth?
Sang Mian grabbed the old Taoist priest's shoulders with both hands and asked anxiously, "You were able to see through my eyes because they were evil. Do you have any way to get rid of the evil now?"
The old Taoist priest was dizzy and the strange aura from Sang Mian made it hard for him to breathe.
"You... let me think about it..." the old Taoist said weakly, "There is a way... there really is a way."
Sang Mian: “!”
Lin Buchi frowned, he felt that something was starting to go wrong.
The old Taoist priest said slowly: "The evil spirit is attached to your eye. Just dig out your left eye and the evil spirit will be removed."
After hearing this, Lin Buchi's heart beat wildly. Theoretically, the method was valid. Her left eye was the eye of the evil god. As long as she dug out the eye, the evil spirit would naturally not target her.
…But is digging out eyes really the way to resolve obsession?
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
"I need to think about it." Sang Mian put one hand against his temple, his mind was extremely confused. Is the way to resolve the obsession so simple?
In the depressing atmosphere, Beizi Gui looked at the ballpoint pen on Lin Buchi's arm with a sneaky look. He couldn't figure it out. How could someone die with a ballpoint pen? This wound didn't look like it could be fatal.
As a curious kid, he quietly stretched out a hand from the cup, wrapped his sticky hand around the ballpoint pen, and pulled it gently, and the pen fell off.
Beibeigui was overjoyed. His plan was going so smoothly! He turned his back and carefully studied the ballpoint pen. After studying it for a long time, he found that it was just an ordinary pen and threw it away in disappointment.
Sang Mian thought about it for a full minute. She felt that what the old Taoist said made sense. After all, this was a record of human history. After she resolved her obsession, her eyes would return to normal. Why not give it a try?
Suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder, and she turned around to see that it was the handsome weirdo.
The handsome guy looked strangely sleepy, his eyelids drooped and his lips trembled, as if he was saying something.
Sang Mian moved closer, and she heard the handsome guy say, "Don't fight against your obsession..."
Lin Buchi fell to the ground before he could finish his words. Sang Mian's face turned pale. What the hell! This weird thing knew her mission target!
She pursed her lips tightly. No... If you know, then you know. Why did you fall asleep right after you said that? Are you that sleepy?
Sang Mian didn't understand, but the handsome guy's strange words gave her a new idea. Don't fight against obsession? Is her current behavior fighting against obsession?
"Explain your thoughts to me clearly before you go to sleep!" Sang Mian pushed the handsome guy away anxiously for a long time, but it was of no use.
Oh my god, she gave up. Sang Mian sat on the ground, feeling even more depressed. She muttered, "What the hell is this?"
Sang's mother was washing vegetables in the kitchen. As she was washing, she saw a black mass in the drain of the sink. "Hey? Is the drain blocked?"
She stuck two fingers into the drain, pinched the black clog and tried to pull it out. It was a clump of hair, long black hair.
Sang Ma opened her mouth wide. She found that the hair was very long, so she pulled it with both hands. The black hair piled up in the pool. As more and more hair was pulled out, one of the hairs slowly climbed up from her waist to her neck...
Lin Buchi suddenly felt very sleepy and his eyelids felt like they were filled with lead and he couldn't open them. He wanted to tell Sang Mian the curator's tip, but he fell asleep before he could finish.
He had a dream. In the dream, he was a young entrepreneur in a suit and tie. It was a sunny day. He was walking on the road and looking down at the folder in his hand. The folder contained information about several competing companies. He knew very well that knowing yourself and your enemy would ensure victory in every battle.
People never know which will come first, an accident or tomorrow. Lin Buchi suddenly heard the whistling of the wind in his ears. He looked up blankly and saw an out-of-control SUV rushing straight towards him.
In just one second, he sighed. What else could he do? Accept his fate and wait for the next day.
What he didn't expect was that the plots that appeared in the TV series and novels were played out in front of him.
The space froze and everything was still, including speeding cars, an old man reading a newspaper, a couple chatting in a coffee shop, and an out-of-control SUV. He saw a girl in a white dress descending like a god.
No kidding, she's a real god. With a gleam in his eyes, the girl stepped down from the void onto the ground step by step.
The folder in Lin Buchi's hand fell, "Are you...are you the god of death?"
The goddess walked slowly in front of him. She gave people a sacred and unapproachable feeling. Lin Buchi was unable to describe the scene. It seemed that speaking a word to her would be a blasphemy to the goddess.
The corner of the god's mouth curled up slightly and said, "Death God? Interesting."
She raised her hand to touch Lin Buchi's brow, but Lin Buchi avoided it. Maybe he had a brain seizure, and he said, "Lord Death, I'm afraid I'll stain you."
The god frowned slightly. What should he do? He had to save the person but his memory still had to be erased.
"I am not the God of Death, I am the Lord God." The Lord God corrected: "I saved you, and now I want to erase your memory."
Lin Buchi roughly understood the current situation. He was supposed to die in a car accident, but a kind-hearted god saved him. According to the rules of the Lord God, his memory will be erased.
Lin Buchi's handsome eyebrows drooped, his knuckles turned white from being pinched by him, and he said like a pitiful puppy, "Can... it not be eliminated?"
The Lord stared at him.
He raised his eyes and looked directly into the Lord's gaze: "I don't want to forget you."
The Lord God didn't say anything. Lin Buchi's heart grew colder and colder. He had no hope in the first place, so he decided not to make things difficult for the Lord God.
Although he was a little reluctant to let go of this memory... He raised his head again, the wind blew his hair, huh? Where is the Lord God?
The Lord God left without taking his memory with him.
The memory will never be forgotten, and from then on he became the only believer in the god.
After the first dream ended, Lin Buchi came to the second memory, this time he was a high school student.
There is a flower shop at the entrance of his community. The owner of the flower shop is a young-looking girl who wears a white dress and takes care of flowers and plants in the flower shop every day.
For some unknown reason, Lin Buchi walked into the flower shop. The owner of the flower shop gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen him before, but he couldn't remember where.
"It's you." The flower shop owner smiled.
Lin Buchi: "Do you know me?"
The owner of the flower shop turned around to take care of the flowers: "I don't know." She took a flower from the tube and handed it to Lin Buchi, "Go to school, kid."
At that time, he was a young and ignorant boy. His newly enlightened mind made him feel inexplicably resistant to the title of child. Lin Buchi pursed his lips lightly, took the white camellia, and whispered, "I am not a child."
Later, he went to the flower shop every day. He felt that the owner of the flower shop was a different person. She never got angry and seemed to have no emotions. She took care of the flowers every day and treated every customer indifferently.
Lin Buchi felt that her eyes were not only indifferent, but also had a kind of pity for the world? He thought for a long time and finally thought of a word that could visualize this look - divinity.
Later he went to college, and after graduating he returned to the flower shop again. The shop was empty, and his heart was empty too.
In the third dream, he ran a livehouse. In the pub late at night, Lin Buchi lit up a Grand View Garden. The soft minty flavor flowed into his chest. In the smoke, he saw a woman in a white dress.
At that moment, his heart began to beat violently. It was not a man's love for a woman, but an indescribable emotion. It seemed as if he had been waiting for her for a long time, and the faith from the depths of his soul began to take root.
Even Lin Buchi himself found it unbelievable that the woman in the nightclub actually made him feel a sense of admiration, like a god.
…
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The sound of a kitchen knife chopping on the chopping board came from the kitchen. It was so loud that it almost broke your eardrums.
Sang Mian turned his head and shouted towards the kitchen: "Mom, what are you chopping?"
Father Sang came back to his senses from his sadness. He looked towards the kitchen in a daze, "What's that sound? I remember that we didn't buy any bones?"
After calling for a long time, Sang Ma didn't say a word.
"Oh damn!" Sang Mian suddenly thought of something. She opened her eyes wide and relaxed for a moment. What was going on? It was weird again?
Listening to the incessant sound of kitchen knives, Sang Mian said to his father seriously, "Just stay in the living room and don't move. Don't go into the kitchen!"
Sang Dad had a question mark over his head, "Why?"
Sang Mian: "No reason!" She winked at the Northeastern Weird and the Japanese Sadako, signaling them to keep an eye on Sang's father. As for the Cup Weird and the old Taoist priest, she gave up on them. One had negligible fighting power and the other was sickly, not to mention.
After saying that, she rushed into the kitchen and opened the door. A strong weird aura hit her in the face. Sang Mian was shocked. A weird thing attached itself to Sang Ma and controlled her to chop the chopping board with a knife.
The wooden chopping board was covered with cracks, as if it could be cut in half with the next cut.
Hearing someone coming, Sang's mother turned her head stiffly with a kitchen knife in her hand and gave Sang Mian a weird smile.
Sang Mian's hair stood on end, "Who the hell are you?"
“It smells so good!” Sang Ma’s expression was distorted, her eyes were white and her saliva was dripping from the corners of her mouth to her neck. She kept repeating: “It smells so good…it smells so good…”
"Possession?" Sang Mian thought that this question was beyond the scope of the syllabus. She had never encountered the strangeness of possession, so she did not dare to take out the Green Dragon Crescent Blade on the panel.
She tried to reason with Guiyi: "Why don't you come down? I'll prepare whatever you want to eat."
Sang Ma licked her lips, "Hehehe... I want to eat meat..." She raised one hand and put a finger into her mouth.
When Sang Mian saw this, she immediately stepped forward and snatched the finger away. Sang's mother smacked her lips twice and tried to bite Sang Mian's face again.
The fishy breath hit Sang Mian's face and she got goose bumps all over her body. The smell was even worse than the food scraps in the sewer.
【Author’s words】
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