One.

The rain made the bed damp, and every time I turned over, I could clearly feel a cold seeping through the sheets on my back, and some small bugs were itching as they crawled by.

I think it might be some ants or lice.

There was no air conditioning and no windows, and the bugs must have been comfortable breeding in such a humid room, perhaps their nests under the sheets, but I couldn't force myself to open my eyes and try to improve my environment, because I was exhausted by the pain caused by the worsening black blisters on my body, and the difficulty of barely closing my eyes for a whole day and a night.

So almost as soon as I collapsed in bed, I had two dreams in a row, dreaming that I was sliding forward in the water, but the resistance of the water was very strong, and it was filled with a large cloud of mud and sand, which wrapped me in itching and even suffocating.

When I fell asleep for the third time, I heard what seemed to be someone calling me in my ear:

"Chick, chick, wake me up chick. ”

At first I thought it was a dream hallucination, but then the sound became more and more frequent, like someone was whispering in my ear all the time, and it gave me a splitting headache. So I had to hold on to open the two heavy eyelids, and I fumbled to turn on the light to sober myself up, but before I could touch the light switch, I heard a soft sigh in my right eye:

"Alas, it's enough to choke, what are you dreaming about, your eyes are rolling so badly, Beitang?"

I sat up straight from the bed.

It's the Snow Bodhisattva. The voice that kept whispering in my ears turned out to be the Snow Bodhisattva.

Before this, I thought he was finished, because I hadn't heard him speak since Immortal sealed him, and the discomfort that remained in my right eye was almost completely gone, not even a single red blood streak.

But I didn't expect that even a day had passed, and he began to behave again, and he couldn't see that he was affected by the seal at all, and still with his usual smiling and careless voice, his spirit shimmered into my ear.

Why can this monster make waves again, is it possible that the seal of the Underworld has expired......

As soon as this thought flashed in his mind, his right eyeball suddenly felt a dull pain, and then he heard the person inside laughing: "Don't look like you've seen a ghost alive, haven't you seen you for a long time, isn't there a little surprise?"

I wasn't in the mood to dwell on this question, so I covered my eyes and gritted my teeth and replied, "Actually, I'm disappointed." ”

"You don't want to see me?"

"Who would want to see someone more in their eyeballs. ”

"Hehe, it's true, but if you hadn't recruited me, I wouldn't have bothered to stay in this ghost place, wouldn't I?" After speaking, seeing that I was silent, he smiled again: "That's it, why don't you go talk to the skeleton man and persuade him to break my seal, so that from now on, we can really break up, and no one will have to see anyone again." ”

"Youkai love to lie, don't they? ”

"What's the explanation?"

"The young man told me that the ritual I summoned you was unsuccessful, so you were trapped in my eyeballs, and now even he can't let you out of my eyes, and you are embarrassed to blow something and scatter it in two. ”

"Heh, he's really honest. ”

"Much more honest than you. ”

"That's right. But you're too young to see too few people, so you're not afraid that when he will be in the mood, a casual lie can send you from the world to hell in an instant?"

"What's the difference between my condition now and in hell?"

"Is this...... The difference is that you still have me, and I have saved your life. Look, if I hadn't been here, your life would have been lost in that police station, wouldn't you? ”

"You're saving someone's life for your own sake. ”

"Tsk, you really know me. ”

"It's the Underworld who really knows you. ”

"Look at you, a pluto. You don't even know what other people's real names are, and you dare to let others believe whatever they say. ”

“...... What's his real name?"

After asking, I didn't hear the monster answer for a long time, and I don't know if he didn't want to answer this question, or if the seal of the Immortal Son had worked again. Hurriedly got up and walked to the door, looked carefully at the stained mirror hanging on it, and saw that the eyeballs were no different, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

So he climbed back into bed and tried to sleep a little more before dawn, but found that he could not sleep anyway.

The monster's reappearance is like a thorn, pierced in the heart can not be taken out, although it did not cause anything wrong, but it is always difficult to make people feel at ease, so after turning over the cake in bed for a long time, I simply got up and went out, one wanted to go to the toilet, and the other stomach screamed like thunder, I wanted to go to the front desk to see if there was something like instant noodles to fill my stomach.

In fact, this small hotel, which looks very similar to a guest house in the 80s, basically does not have the concept of a front desk.

The so-called front desk is nothing more than because it faces the ground floor door, and there is not only a desk that serves as a counter, but also a sofa that is missing part of the skin, but it is still clean.

The hotel is called Xifulai.

The name sounds very joyful, but it looks really joyful on the outside, it may be because the construction time is too long, the whole body is mottled with cement, and many places have already exposed the bricks and wood fillings inside, even under the light It looks swarthy, if it weren't for the lights on and people living inside, it would look like an abandoned deserted house at a glance.

Although it is relatively good inside, it is about a perennial relationship with few guests, and both the corridor and the room have a strong musty smell. They emanate from wooden floors and low-quality cement, mixed with the moisture of the rainy season, filling the house with a pungent odor.

The smell made me want to flee immediately.

The reason why he still chose to live in such a place in the end is mainly because of the underworld.

He drove me here.

I guess that's what it's called. Although he came out of the well of the king of Yama, I think he should not have much chance to learn to drive, but still without any pressure after Lao Chen abandoned the car and fled, Lao Chen's Bentley drove steadily, and was more keen than navigation, in the case of the surrounding wilderness or barren mountains, deviated from the road for dozens of miles, and found such a small inn still open in this almost uninhabited place.

In fact, if you drive in the original direction for seven or eight hours, you should be able to reach Luozhuang Town. But the young man said that because he was with me, it was best not to walk at night after midnight, so as not to cause trouble.

What kind of trouble does it get into?

He didn't say anything, he just pointed at me with that half of his skeletal face, telling me to have an empty stomach, but where could I continue to speak. So after he walked into the store without any hesitation, I had to follow in, although a night in a Bentley is certainly more comfortable than this damp and dilapidated little hotel, but no matter how luxurious the car, the front window and back have an incomparably huge hole, how can people be in the mood to sleep alone in it.

As I thought of this, I suddenly heard a small voice at the end of the corridor:

"Keralala...... Keralala......"

I was stunned.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, no one was moving around the building except me, so the sound was exceptionally clear and abrupt. It sounds like a rat gnawing on something, but if you look closely, it looks like someone is pulling their fingernails down and down the soft cement of the wall.

Who is doing such a boring thing there so late?

As I pondered, I couldn't help but slow down and look forward by the light overhead, and then I saw a woman in a white nightdress, standing in front of a door in my direction, her slender fingers gently pecking at the whitewashed wall of the door frame, while raising her head, as if looking very carefully at the vague house number on the door panel.

What is this doing, neither opening the door nor knocking on the door, a person standing there motionless at night, if someone happens to come out, how can she be startled?

Thinking of this, suddenly the downstairs lights came on, and then a sound of footsteps walked in from outside the front desk door.

"Ah Yu, where did you die!!!" said the man as he walked.

Ignoring the fact that it was still late at night, the rough voice shook the floor and hummed.

In a moment, a teenager's voice sounded softly: "In the refrigerator, Daddy ......"

"Fart!

"Good Daddy......"

As I spoke, there was a sound of footsteps hurriedly running in the direction of the kitchen in the back room, and suddenly my footsteps were suffocated, and I heard the young man downstairs shouting in a low voice: "Dad, be careful!"

Immediately followed by a muffled bang, someone fell, and then the man's loud voice roared again from downstairs: "Don't have long eyes! Something is here and wants to fall to death, isn't it! You shameless thing!"

The boy began to cry.

The cry was deliberately suppressed, but I could hear it clearly, and I hurried to the top of the stairs to look down, and saw a *-year-old boy kneeling on the floor, his head being pressed by a man as tall as an iron tower, and while stepping on his legs with his feet, he was beating him headlessly with the belt in his hand:

"Cry! Fucking cry! Are you a bitch! Cry, cry, cry fucking cry!"

The boy stopped crying, for he looked up and saw me, and his pale face suddenly turned gray.

When he saw that I was going downstairs, he shook his head vigorously, so I had to stand still.

The man was unaware of my existence, and lowered his head and continued to whip on the boy, like a volcano erupting wildly, venting his inexplicable anger on that weak and young body.