Ignoring the woman, the drunk continued on his way.
He had to get home before 11 o'clock at night, which was the curfew time at home. If he got home after this time, he would have to sleep standing at the door tonight.
Bang.
"Ouch!"
The drunkard stepped on something and fell.
I groped around in the dark and tried to identify it carefully before I realized that what I had stepped on was an empty wine bottle.
"Who is it, throwing bottles everywhere, with no sense of public morality at all!"
The drunkard got up, rubbing his butt and cursing.
He kicked the bottle hard as if to vent his anger, and the bottle rolled away, until it hit a street lamp and stopped.
Pop.
The moment the wine bottle hit the street light, the light suddenly lit up.
A long-haired woman in a red dress stood under the street light and waved.
The drunkard, whose brain was stimulated by alcohol, didn't notice her at all. He limped past her, breathing coldly and rubbing his sore butt.
The long-haired woman's raised hand froze in mid-air.
In just a blink of an eye, the long-haired woman suddenly disappeared from her original position and appeared in front of the drunkard with her head lowered, looking gloomy.
"belch."
He burped again, and a smell of alcohol came out of his throat. The drunkard remained calm, walked around the long-haired woman and continued walking forward.
The next second, a pale face stained with blood completely occupied his field of vision, and the wide, bulging eyes stared at him with hatred and hatred, full of madness and cruelty.
The woman's face was very close.
The smell of blood and a strong stench like dead fish rotting in the sun filled the drunkard's nose.
“Wow!”
After all, he was startled by the face that suddenly appeared in front of him. He took a breath and unexpectedly inhaled a large mouthful of unbearable stench into his lungs, which made him feel nauseous.
“Get out of the way!”
the drunkard shouted.
It seemed that he was just frightened by the face that suddenly appeared in front of him and had not realized anything else.
The long-haired woman stared at him, waiting silently.
Waiting for him to show a frightened, panicked reaction.
The drunkard did not panic, but frowned and sniffed.
Really... it stinks.
The smell comes from fruits and meals that have gone bad due to the hot summer weather, all piled up and mixed together, and fermented in a large garbage dump.
"vomit……"
He couldn't stand the smell and suddenly covered his chest and retched.
The wine that fermented in his stomach gushed out of his mouth as he vomited.
The long-haired woman who was very close to the drunkard was sprayed directly.
The pair of resentful eyes widened even wider, full of disbelief, and then the long-haired woman let out a sharp, angry cry, her face ferocious, and her long hair fluttered in clumps like many hands struggling to grab something.
The sharp nails pinched the drunkard's crown fiercely. The nails were black, long and sharp, and filled with a chilling chill.
However, as soon as the long-haired woman's fingers touched the drunkard, she suddenly retracted her hand as if she was burned.
The Yang energy was too strong and the woman with long hair was hurt.
Her original intention of being mysterious was just to scare the drunkard, to create fear in his heart, to weaken his yang energy, and to make his mind unstable.
Unexpectedly, the other party was so drunk that he looked conscious on the outside, but in fact he was already unconscious and could not tell the difference between human and animal.
The long-haired woman stood aside, staring at the drunkard who was holding his chest and vomiting with resentment. Blood dripped down her cheeks and splashed on her skirt, making the red skirt seem even redder.
"Disciple, go, I'll leave that unlucky guy in red clothes to you."
Suddenly, voices of conversation were heard in the air.
"No, please don't do that... I've only been learning for a few days, Master, I'm not good enough..."
"You have excellent aptitude and great comprehension. I have also taught you some tricks. You can do it."
"...Master, I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid. Even the ordinary man is not afraid, so why should you be afraid? There are so many people defending you. This opportunity is hard to come by. Go quickly."
The two of them were talking as if no one was around. The long-haired woman raised her pale face stained with blood and looked in the direction where the voices came from in the air.
"……well……"
Xu Xiaoyu sighed, knowing that he could not escape. He tightly grasped the bag with many cloth bags slung across his body and said, "Senior Luo, please let me go."
It turned out that the reason why she and the old Taoist priest could fly in the air was because Luo Zheyu was with them.
A stuffed doll and a fluffy brown bear sat side by side on the old Taoist priest's shoulders.
Luo Zheyu put Xu Xiaoyu down, lifted him up gently with his soul power, and Xu Xiaoyu slowly fell from the air.
"ah--!"
The long-haired woman let out a sharp cry and fell to the ground. Her long hair instantly stretched out and turned into sharp arrows that shot towards Xu Xiaoyu.
One of the "arrows", the thickest one made from hair, stabbed towards Luo Zheyu who was floating in the air.
He waved his hand lightly, as if he was shooing away a mosquito, and the "arrow" disappeared without a trace, without leaving any smoke or dust.
The other side.
Xu Xiaoyu rubbed the sweat from his palms nervously, quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from one of the compartments of the cloth bag, pulled out the cork, tilted the bottle slightly, and the small particles like sand in the bottle poured out like water.
"Disperse!"
She curled her tongue and pronounced the word "scatter" in strange syllables, which contained rhythm and magical fluctuations, ancient and mysterious.
The quicksand poured out of the bottle escaped gravity, stopped in mid-air and spread out thinly, forming a thin curtain composed of sand particles, as if an invisible existence was manipulating them.
As soon as the arrows transformed from the long-haired woman's hair touched the quicksand, they boiled and canceled each other out.
Xu Xiaoyu quickly gave orders and took out various strange liquids and solids to throw at the long-haired woman, who barely blocked the arrows and landed safely.
"Oh, this unlucky guy is quite ferocious. Come on, Xiaoyu."
The old Taoist stroked his beard and said leisurely.
"No! Master, I can't do it. I can't win!"
"Don't be afraid, you can do it."
"I really can't do that, wuwuwu..."
Xu Xiaoyu burst into tears.
In the end, she managed to get rid of the female ghost in red.
After nearly an hour of grinding and using all the equipment the old Taoist priest had prepared for her, the female ghost in red was almost killed by her equipment.
Maybe this is the strength of RMB players.
As for the drunkard, after he vomited, he staggered back home in his fashionable skateboard shoes, paying no attention to the battle between man and ghost behind him.
…………
After get off work, Wang Nan took the Metro Line 4 home as usual.
Before taking the subway, he went to the public toilet.
After I came out, I found that most of the people in the subway had left, and it was much quieter.
The subway car was unusually deserted. When Wang Nan got on the train, he saw only two or three people.
This period of time is the rush hour for getting off work. On normal days, we should be thankful and grateful that we are not squeezed into a roujiamo (a type of meat bun) by the crowd.
He took out his cell phone to check the time, and it was indeed rush hour.
Wang Nan put away his phone in confusion, but when he looked up, he saw that the carriage was packed with people.
He was startled.
It only makes sense that so many people would take the subway during this time period.
But...when did these people come up?
It was so quiet that Wang Nan didn't hear any sound, as if these people suddenly appeared in the carriage without a sound.
Next to them, a young couple was standing face to face, holding the handrails, smiling at each other, opening and closing their mouths to make mouth shapes, but no sound came out.
It's like a pantomime.
Wang Nan shook her head helplessly. This couple was really amazing. They were playing games on such a crowded subway. It was really... really...
frenzied!
He turned his eyes away, not wanting to eat dog food anymore.
There was an old man sitting on a chair, leaning on a cane, covering his mouth and shrugging his shoulders.
It seemed like a coughing motion, but no coughing sound was made.
Could it be some disease breaking out?
For example, asthma, the movements seem to be somewhat similar...
Wang Nan looked at the old man with some concern. He wanted to ask him if he needed help.
However, when the old man made the next move, Wang Nan suddenly reacted and his face turned pale.
The old man was coughing uncontrollably and tapped the floor of the car with his decorative cane, but no sound came out.
There was dead silence in the carriage.
There were so many people and not a single sound.
There was no sound of talking, breathing, or the rubbing of fabrics...
"ah……"
Wang Nan let out a short, low cry from his throat.
He heard his own voice.
It seems that there is nothing wrong with his ears.
Wang Nan looked around and his face became paler.
Everything around me seemed like a silent pantomime. It was so close, yet seemed to be two worlds apart.
His figure was reflected in the subway window. The young man in a black suit looked a little tired. He was carrying a briefcase, had a neatly trimmed flat head, and held the handrail with one hand.
He was standing in the empty carriage through the glass, with no one around him.
Outside the glass, he was surrounded by a silent crowd.
Wang Nan hurriedly squeezed through the crowded crowd and ran towards another carriage.
Many people felt that they were pushed and someone was squeezing past them, but when they looked back, they did not see the person who might have pushed them.
They can't see themselves.
After coming to this conclusion, Wang Nan was completely devastated.
He shouted desperately, but he seemed to be isolated from the world and no one looked at him.
Pushing and shoving in the crowded carriage made it even more crowded, with people staggering and complaining.
But still no one noticed Wang Nan.
Wang Nan sat on the ground weakly, leaning against the subway door.
The people in the carriage couldn't see Wang Nan, but they couldn't help but avoid where he was.
We have arrived.
The subway doors opened.
A handsome boy in a white shirt and black pants walked in slowly and looked down at Wang Nan who was sitting on the ground.
"Do you remember your name?"
He asked, his voice clear.
Wang Nan looked up blankly. After a while, he replied, "Wang Nan, my name is Wang Nan."
The boy in white shirt and black pants, Luo Zheyu, heard that he still remembered his name, so he sent him to the dark world.
…………
Even though he has lived in an elevator apartment for five years, he still can't get used to taking the elevator home alone late at night.
Working overtime again.
How many times have I worked overtime this month? I think there were only six days when I didn’t work overtime… I can’t remember clearly.
He was the only one in the elevator, and the copper-yellow mirror reflected his tired figure.
The key is inserted into the security door.
Click.
He pushed the door open and prepared to walk into the dark room listlessly.
When he was away, the house was cold and dark.
There wasn't even a cold dish on the table, and clothes were scattered on the sofa, just as they were when I left.
I cook alone, eat alone, sit on the sofa and watch TV series alone, and then go to sleep.
Quietly.
desolate.
He is not a person who likes to enjoy quiet and solitude, and he feels very lonely and miserable about it.
…
“You’re back!”
There was joy in the brisk and pleasant female voice.
He looked up in surprise, only to see the lights in the house were on. A woman in an apron with her long hair loosely tied up was standing in the room, looking at him with a smile.
"Thank you for your hard work. Come and have dinner."
The woman came over, took his hand in a familiar manner, and pulled him into the room where he was standing at the door.
She had a gentle smile on her face and her eyes seemed to glow.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't struggle to break free. He just followed the woman's lead and walked to the table and sat down.
The food was steaming and the aroma tickled my nose. There were three dishes and one soup, and the rice was crystal clear, looking particularly tempting.
He looked up at the woman, who smiled broadly and beautifully in response.
"What are you standing there for? Eat quickly." The woman sat next to him and said gently.
He picked up his bowl and chopsticks and looked around.
The decoration, furnishings and objects in the house are all extremely familiar, it is indeed his home.
He picked up a piece of fish hesitantly.
Emotionally, he feels warm and nostalgic about everything that is unfolding now.
But reason told him something very important.
——He has no girlfriend or wife at all.
Knock, knock.
"Sorry to bother you."
The person who knocked on the door was a very unique boy with an outstanding appearance, appearing to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The boy smiled at him and then snapped his fingers.
Pop.
Suddenly, everything in front of me darkened.
The lights are out.
I could vaguely hear a shrill roar and footsteps, but after a moment, it was quiet again.
He sat at the table for a long time, then stood up and fumbled to turn on the light.
The room was cold and deserted, and there was nothing on the table.
There is no one else except him.
…………
There was always singing coming from upstairs.
A woman's singing.
She can sing a lot of old songs. Her voice is melodious and graceful, with a unique flavor, a bit like listening to old records.
Wu Yi likes to listen to her singing, she sings very well.
But Wu Yi's wife didn't like it very much, because the singing from upstairs always sounded in the middle of the night.
Wu Yi lives on the top floor, which has a balcony. The small door leading to the balcony has been locked by the property management, and one can only see through the gap in the door railing that there are several abandoned clothes drying racks on the dusty balcony.
Wu Yi understood his wife's fear very well, and also understood why his daughter insisted on sleeping with them after hearing the singing.
But the singing is really nice.
He sang the songs he liked.
Sometimes when Wu Yi couldn't sleep, she would sit on the sofa in the living room in the middle of the night, tapping the beat and humming along with the songs.
Over time, Wu Yi's wife and daughter have become accustomed to the singing in the middle of the night.
But they still couldn't appreciate it.
Until tonight.
Wu Yi suffers from insomnia. The recent economic recession and business downturn have affected all walks of life. Hearing that there will be layoffs, the atmosphere in the company is very tense.
He is a long-time employee and should not be laid off.
But who knows, he is not a capable general.
Wu Yi scratched the top of his head, felt his increasingly thinning hair, and his fingers paused.
When you reach middle age...
Forget it, stop scratching. Baldness is so ugly. He doesn't want to comb a few sparse hairs every day and try his best to make them cover the hairless areas, just like Mr. Li next door, with a bald head and long hair on the left side. When he combs it to the right, a few sparse hairs can barely cover the bald spot in the middle and hang down on the right side.
When the wind blows strongly, the scene becomes very awkward and funny, very interesting.
The time came and singing began to rise from upstairs.
Wu Yi tilted his ear and listened carefully.
The female voice was melodious, light, gentle and lingering, as if there were the sounds of bells mixed in.
It's a familiar song again tonight...
…
I hurried into the forest
The forest is full of clumps
I can't find him.
I only saw the tree swaying in the wind
I can't see his whereabouts
I only heard the Nanping bell
…
Wu Yi shook his head, trembled his legs and hummed along with the rhythm. All the worries of the day left him at this moment, and only the song remained in his mind.
His wife and daughter were already used to it, and they fell asleep without paying any attention to him.
"Um?"
He opened his eyes in confusion and looked up at the roof.
The singing suddenly stopped.
This has never happened before. Once the singing starts, no matter how many songs they sing, they will not stop until the whole song is finished. Why did they stop halfway through tonight?
About two minutes later, the singing started again, but the song had changed to another one.
This is the first time a female vocalist has sung this song.
…
Don't ask
Don't say
Everything is said without words
Don't wave
Don't look back
When I sing this song
I'm afraid that my tears will gently fall
Wish in my heart
Keep my singing forever
Today we part ways
Cold and hot
Every bit in my heart
…
Luo Zheyu silently waited for the female ghost who died after jumping off the building and lived on the roof of the balcony to finish singing her last song in the world.
This female ghost has a very strong will. She has been in the human world for several years, but has not been affected by the polluted yin energy and has not lost her sanity.
It's just that there is too much sentimentality and a lot of drama in my heart.
At this moment, he was singing a farewell song sadly, saying that he would not leave until he had said goodbye to his singing friends downstairs.
What else can I do? She just wants to sing a song, so just wait for her to finish.
The song is over.
"Let's go."
…
After listening to this song, Wu Yi never heard singing from upstairs again.
…………
“Beep…beep…beep…”
"Hey, Xiaoyu, I'm so scared, come back and save me!"
"I've used talismans, rice, and incense, but I can't stop them. They've already come in. Come back and save me!"
Xu Xiaoyu looked anxious and turned the phone to silent mode to avoid disturbing the existence on the other end with the sound unnecessarily.
She looked up at Luo Zheyu.
Luo Zheyu nodded slightly at her. He had already heard Chen Manyin's voice on the phone.
He took the old Taoist priest and Xu Xiaoyu and flew back to Xu Xiaoyu's home at a faster speed in the air.
Chen Manyin huddled on the bed, shivering, with a bright yellow cloth with a Bagua pattern painted on it covering her entire body.
This is the last line of defense.
Those things have already broken through the first few lines of defense set up by Chen Manyin and entered the room. They only need to break through the last line before they can attack Chen Manyin.
Chen Manyin had also heard the old Taoist priest say before that people like her, who should have died but successfully changed their fate and escaped, would easily attract evil spirits, but she didn't expect that she would attract the attention of those things so much.
There were those beings everywhere, too numerous to count, surrounding her layer by layer.
Now I can only ask Xu Xiaoyu for help.
There was a sound of nails scraping against wood from the closet.
There were knocks under the bed, as if someone was hiding under the bed and knocking on the bed board as if it were a door.
The curtains rustled as if someone was pulling them back and forth.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
From the living room came the sounds of drinking and eating meat, as lively as a banquet.
Chen Manyin's tears rolled down.
She was not sad, she was just scared and cried.
I was extremely panicked, anxious and terrified.
Every minute and every second felt like a year. She always felt that in the next second a terrible existence would blow in her ear, crawl into the yellow cloth and pull her feet, or suddenly appear in her arms.
When I was worried and scared...
Click.
There was an imperceptible sound of a door opening.
"You bastards, die again!"
Xu Xiaoyu's angry roar was heard outside the bedroom door, followed by all kinds of strange screams and shrieks.
Chen Manyin wiped away her tears, breathed a sigh of relief, and the heart that had been raised in her throat fell back to its original place.
Knock, knock.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Sorry, I'm coming in."
A male voice as clear as spring water spoke softly, and then pushed open the door.
He calmly opened the closet and pulled out a human figure without skin and flesh, covered in muscle tissue and blood. He also pulled out a man wearing a brown sweater, with a full beard and holding a machete in his arms from under the bed.
They brought the two people together and pulled them together, twisting them into a knot, and then found a child from under the curtain.
He opened the window, and the figure outside fled quickly. Silver-white flames shot out from his fingertips and flew away, chasing relentlessly. Once he caught up, he would instantly devour the other person.
He raised his head and met the eyes of the spider-like woman on the ceiling.
The woman was lying on the ceiling with her back turned, her long black hair almost hanging down to the bed. Her face was pale and she was staring at Luo Zheyu with resentment.
This is a foolish act.
Without blinking, Luo Zheyu grabbed the woman's long hanging hair and pulled it off, then used her long hair to tie her together with the ghosts he found in the closet, under the bed, and behind the curtains.
The bedroom suddenly became quiet.
He dragged a group of ghosts out of the bedroom.
A few minutes later.
When Chen Manyin heard no more noise around her, she tentatively lifted a corner of the yellow cloth and went to take a look.
"Here I come!"
Xu Xiaoyu ran in like the wind and hugged Chen Manyin, who was wrapped in yellow cloth.
"Are you okay!?"
“Wow, I was so scared… I’m fine, luckily you guys came quickly, ah, ah, ah, ah…”
Chen Manyin hugged Xu Xiaoyu and burst into tears.
"Don't worry, I will study hard with Master and protect you, and won't let those bastards bully you!"
Chen Manyin's physique has become attractive to ghosts, so she will come to kill the ghosts.
Kill them one by one.
Come on, two...if you can't kill them, ask Master for help!
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