People are a complex of contradictions, on the one hand, they are full of faith and fear in the face of fate, and on the other hand, when "fate should be like this", they will have only one belief in their hearts: I don't believe, I don't accept it, I don't accept it.

Even if it is fate, before the last moment, even if he is disheartened, he can't accept such a fate steadily.

This resistance has nothing to do with bravery or cowardice, it is purely instinctive.

That's why I didn't make a wish to let Hades get rid of that ghost for me. The reason is very simple, getting rid of that possessed ghost is definitely a matter of effort for a powerful ghost like Hades Gongzi, but just getting rid of that ghost is not a cure at all, and it is even more meaningless for the small remaining period of my remaining life.

So I hope that I can make the best of this only opportunity that he has given me, like when you are destitute, and you suddenly have a deposit of hundreds of millions of euros, but you are only given a chance to cash out, what are you going to do?

He only gave me five minutes to think about it.

After five minutes, if there is no answer, the right automatically expires. So I thought about it for three minutes, and then said to him, "You can't do anything that changes your life, so can you make a brief change in the climate?"

"How do you want the climate to change? He asked as he looked at me quietly.

"I want you to make it snow. ”

"Dog days snowing?"

"Yes. ”

"Why. ”

"Because of this. As I spoke, I brushed the hair from my neck and pointed to the three pimple-like black objects above my neck socket.

"When did it start. He asked me after glancing.

"I found out when I looked in the mirror before I went out with you this morning. ”

"So, give up the chance for revenge, just to watch a dog day snow before you die, right? ”

"Revenge won't bring my friend back from the dead, nor will it make my condition any better, so it's better to send her and myself off with dog days of snow. ”

"It's a romantic idea. ”

"Can it be done?"

He didn't answer, just reached out and tapped twice on the windowpane in front of me.

"Ahh

Under the sun, there was snow like cotton wool.

The snow is very white, the sky is particularly blue, the trees are particularly green, and the flowers are particularly bright. I don't know how tonight's news broadcast will broadcast this strange weather, but the excited people running in the snow, and the busy mobile phones in their hands, clearly indicate that there must be a lot of excitement on the Internet at this moment.

Soon, the ground and the eaves were covered with a thin layer of white, which was beautiful. This ephemeral beauty survived in the scorching sun, and I felt like I was dreaming as I watched the scenery in the same way.

After a while, he took a strong breath and turned his head and said to the young man beside him, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you for your stuff too. He held my album and smiled at me. "Very nice painting, I hope you don't regret this decision in the future. ”

For a moment, I felt as if he had something to say. But I didn't realize what I was doing, and I nodded seriously: "I won't regret it." ”

So he patted me on the shoulder with the album and turned to leave.

I watched him disappear at the end of the hallway, and waited for another two or three minutes.

Seeing that the snow outside seemed to be gradually getting smaller, he pushed open the security door on the side and ran down the stairs, running all the way fast, and the heart of the bottom floor was beating suddenly, but he still didn't dare to slow down.

Because Hades has said that for the sake of safety, this snow will not last more than a quarter of an hour.

After a quarter of an hour the snow stopped, and the thin layer of snow on the ground was bound to evaporate quickly in the scorching sun overhead, so I couldn't delay for a second, so I quickly found a secluded spot behind the building, grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it vigorously.

Rubbing it until the palm of his hand was a little numb, he then took out the fruit knife in the bag and slashed his left index finger, making a hole that would allow the blood to flow out quickly, and immediately dripped the blood on the snow, and at the same time took it as the center point, and went backwards and circled around this place.

Go around seven times.

In the meantime, the blood had to be kept dripping, so after the last circle, there was a deep blood mark on the ground.

I squatted down in the middle of the blood circle and said silently: "Please Snow Bodhisattva, please Snow Bodhisattva, please Snow Bodhisattva......"

You have to say seven, seven, and forty-nine times.

If a passer-by happens to pass by at this time, I am afraid that I will definitely run to find a psychiatrist.

In fact, until I found out about those three grains on my neck today, I still thought of it as a superstitious and ridiculous nighttime story. But after only a few hours, I conscientiously followed the superstitious word and did it meticulously, and even used up the only wish that the Underworld had given me that would drive him to do things for me, which shows how great the deterrent power of death really is.

It's big enough to force a normal person to do something that would otherwise be extremely ridiculous and even extremely abnormal in his eyes.

Still, though I once thought it was absurd, it did happen to me, it was fulfilled, though I wasn't sure I could still remember that distant past.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have tried it with such expensive resources, would I?

The fundamental reason why I made such a decision in a hurry after only three minutes of thinking was because I used to be a "mud man".

The people of our village call the kind of babies who are born with large birthmarks on their bodies that affect the color of their whole body as 'mud people'.

It's not a big ambiguity, it's just that it looks dark, and it does look like a person fished out of the mud.

The disease is now extinct, but there were several in the village in the years before I was born. Babies with this disease usually have very poor immunity, so they don't live long, and I was born as such an unfortunate 'mud man'.

When I was a child, I used to hear my uncle joke that when I was first born, I scared everyone, because the pigment of my whole body was very dilated, and it was very deep, so to speak, almost all the skin except for the hands and feet was invaded by those pigments, and I was like a little black man from Africa, and I was like a lump of mud than all the people in the village who had this disease.

The doctor said it was a birthmark, and a laser should be able to remove part of it when it grows up. However, others use laser to remove pigmentation, which is to remove a small piece of the face, and I am so big that I am afraid that I will have to have skin grafting to get it thoroughly. And this kind of cosmetic surgery is so expensive, how can an ordinary family in a small village like us afford it.

So at that time, everyone thought that I was going to live with such a 'mud' skin for the rest of my life, and then I died early, like everyone else who had this disease.

But then, I don't know where my mother got a doctor, and when I was about three or four years old, I was cured of this skin.

However, the so-called 'doctor' is not a doctor in the traditional sense, but a questioner.

Asking rice should be a kind of fortune teller asking yin and yang. But he doesn't tell his fortune and doesn't care about yin and yang, and specializes in treating people with all kinds of strange diseases.

My uncle said that my mother had to run back and forth five or six times before she had come to our house from a long distance.

After entering the door, he looked at me and said, this girl's symptoms are afraid that she has been entangled in something, how can a mud man be as black as a black one. But the thing that pestered her is very powerful, and the general method is not to leave, I'm afraid that you have to find the snow master to do it.

So what is a snow master?

He said, "The owners of the snow that fall in the sky are called the masters of the snow." Because it can not only treat people's diseases, but also respond to requests, it is also called Snow Bodhisattva.

When my parents heard this, they immediately asked, "Isn't it time to wait until winter to invite?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No." Only the snow that falls under the dog days can invite the snow bodhisattva from it, and the ordinary snow cannot be invited at all.

Isn't that the same as hopeless? Is there any snow in the world that is dog days, and snow in the scorching sun?

But what my parents didn't expect at all was that the old man who asked rice really lived up to his name and his arrogance that was so difficult to invite. Because. Just when they thought that the old man was a charlatan, and was deliberately amusing them, the old man really made a snow fall in the clear sky in the dog day climate at that time.

The snow lasted for a short time, so short that other places didn't have time to hear such a strange weather news, so it stopped and melted.

But they really invited the Snow Bodhisattva in that short period of time.

It's just that no one has seen what the Snow Bodhisattva looks like, and no one has seen how it has cured my illness. It is said that my parents have seen it, but it may have been a promise made to the old man, so they have always kept their mouths shut, and have never mentioned it to others, but have repeatedly affirmed that God, that thing is really a god, and it is really the same as a fairy and a bodhisattva.

It made me feel normal overnight, and it was indeed very godly.

So after I became sensible, I was often jokingly asked by my uncles: Beitang, what is the Snow Bodhisattva?

But where do I remember those things when I was three or four years old. I don't even remember that I had that strange skin disease, and when I got to middle school, I scoffed at it as a joke, and only now do I seriously remember that half of it was forced by the shadow of death that loomed over me, and the other half was because I was really unwilling to succumb to this predetermined fate and the evil consequences of this fate to the innocent people around me.

Therefore, after asking the Snow Bodhisattva forty-eight times very seriously, before reciting it for the last time, I memorized the steps I had heard and kowtowed three times to the ground.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of someone looking at me in the distance, and I knew that I might attract more attention soon, so I immediately prepared to finish the last sentence. But before I could open my mouth, there was a sudden muffled bang, and a man fell from the sky and fell straight down in the middle of the circle that I had dripped.

Falling face down, it bounced up again and rolled on its side towards me.

The face that turned over was instantly blurred with flesh and blood. There was only a deep hole left in my facial features, and the blood and slurry gushing out of the hole blurred the center of the circle that I was dripping in the snow in a moment, and slowly extended towards my knees.

Spit out a large pile of black and yellow liquid.

After vomiting, I only felt a cold feeling on my back, as if I had been splashed with snow water, and my whole body shivered. I faintly heard someone screaming and running all the way in my direction:

"Oh no! Somebody jumped off the building! Somebody jumped off the building!".