The eyeball pendant was swaying, and the face of the torn white paper was bloodied and silent. The surroundings became silent, except for the dim light shining through the paper windows.

Wang Jibao suddenly couldn't remember why he was in this room, and it seemed that he had been living in this room all along. Everything here is so familiar.

I have the impression that tomorrow will be the day he gets married, to someone he has never met. Although it always feels weird, I feel more apprehensive.

He had secretly put on his wedding dress, and was now sitting on a stool on the dresser, looking at the cardamom face in the mirror. What a white, tender and beautiful face, I'm afraid that it will be old, and I'm afraid that my future husband will not be satisfied. It's a pity that I can't buy the best rouge gouache and jewelry from Fu Zhilin.

The attic is deep, the beauty with red makeup, the cheeks are self-appreciating, and the thoughts are lingering.

The stool under him rose and fell violently, and Wang Jibao fell down with the stool. When I got up, half of the house collapsed. He seemed to remember that there were important people crushed in that pile of broken stones. Running downstairs, the people on the street were either crawling or running, not knowing what they were doing. There were a lot of cries from underground. No one wants to help him.

He was alone in the pile of rocks, but it was too heavy to lift. In a few moments, his hands were bleeding.

After waiting for a long, long time, he was already exhausted and collapsed on the ground. Finally, a few men came to help him, including his younger brother Wang Jiwolf. Wang Jibao was very happy to see his younger brother and wanted to shout out but couldn't speak.

Several men were busy for a while, and two unfamiliar faces that had lost their breath were brought out. Wang Jibao didn't know why he was so sad.

The men said "work in vain" and left. The fourth brother came over and grabbed him and asked him to join them.

Wang Jibao's body was shaking all the time, and he fell a few times when he walked, but he didn't feel pain. The men crouched on a pile of rocks and spoke loudly to him, as if asking him to dig together. He heard, but didn't move.

A few days later, the fourth brother took the men into the mountain while they were tired and asleep.

Wang Jibao returned to the familiar Wang family. He was happy, but for some reason his father, who was lying in bed, reacted violently and kept scolding him and trying to drive him away.

The mother knelt down and kowtowed to him. So Wang Jibao stayed at home.

After a night, the whole family began to feel dizzy, vomiting, and talking nonsense. Only the eldest brother is fine, he is as anxious as a hot pot ant, trying his best to rescue, taking care of one and losing the other, but it has no effect. He cried and said something to Wang Jibao, but Wang Jibao couldn't hear it clearly, just stood next to him. Then he broke his voice and cursed.

The next day, the women and many of the younger ones were foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground. On the third day, the fourth brother also died, and in the evening, my father lay in the arms of the eldest brother and swallowed his last breath.

The eldest brother beat Wang Jibao frantically, causing him to break his head and bleed and hurt all over his body. In the end, he stopped fighting, pointed to the door and yelled a word repeatedly. Wang Jibao understood, and the mouth shape of that word was "roll".

Glancing at the eldest brother as he left, he sat silently on the floor.

Wang Jibao didn't know where to go, so he returned to the ruins along the same path and found the men before. It seems that I can only find them.

There were only two men left, one without shoes and one without a shirt, with patches of black ash on their backs. The rest fell to the ground, dead like the royal family. They no longer dig houses and sit on a slate.

"You're back. Where's that kid stealing from you?"

"Beaten like this, come back to us. ”

"Tell you to dig, you don't dig. You're not the only one who has died. ”

"Why don't you speak?"

"Fool. ”

"Why didn't the plague kill you? ”

The lips of the barefoot man and the naked back man kept moving, Wang Jibao seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand, and he stood still without speaking. They stoned him, and one of them hit him in the forehead, and Wang Jibao fell backwards.

They dragged Wang Jibao back to the half-collapsed house, which was the home in Wang Jibao's consciousness. A familiar room, a familiar bed, Wang Jibao's hands were tied to the bedpost with ropes. He saw them carry the bodies of their partners who had dug the rocks together into the room, one by one.

During the day, the two men wandered outside, and at night they would bring back some dirty and rancid food, and they would give Wang Jibao a little.

One day they didn't bring anything with them, and they were injured, and they looked angry. They tore Wang Jibao's wedding dress and ravaged him fiercely.

Wang Jibao felt a tearing pain in his lower body, but he also had a wonderful feeling. From that day on, he would giggle every time he saw two men come back.

I haven't brought anything back for two days in a row. That night, the barefoot man and the naked man did not touch the tattered wedding dress that was covering Wang Jibao's body, but lit a fire and cut and roasted a corpse in the room that had begun to stink.

threw a few pieces of meat to Wang Jibao, Wang Jibao didn't eat it, and said the first sentence in a long time with a smirk: "You eat people." ”

The barefoot man tried to hit him, but the barefoot man stopped him. From that day on, they didn't go out during the day, they ate corpses when they were hungry, slept when they were sleepy, and took off Wang Jibao's wedding dress and rode on him when they thought about it.

But Wang Jibao has never eaten the meat they give. They got angry and dragged the bodies of his parents up and roasted them. Wang Jibao still smirked, staring at them to eat.

As the days passed, the two men's pupils became lighter and darker, and their lips became darker. They were too lazy to roast and directly lay on the ground and eat the carrion raw.

Wang Jibao was dying of hunger, and he kept staring at them, using the only strength he had left to giggle and say to them in a weak voice: "You eat people." ”

The man finally couldn't stand his gaze anymore, gouged out his eyes, lifted off his wedding dress one last time, and worked him. Wang Jibao's eyes were very painful, but he didn't scream. The wedding dress was so dirty and smelly that it was no longer red, and perhaps the light from the paper window was still dim, but he couldn't see it anymore.

The barefoot man and the naked-backed man ran out of strength on him, lay on his stomach for a while, and began to bite him and eat his flesh.

It really hurts. Wang Jibao touched the wounds they bit out with his hand, and there was not much blood coming out. The world is dark, but why don't you leave willingly?

This nightmare was long, but it was only a moment in Wang Jibao's mind. Zhang Jiabao and the others were still climbing the wooden ladder, only to see that as soon as the light in the attic was extinguished, Wang Jibao let out a strange cry that did not resemble a human voice, turned around at the door of the room, beat the wooden ladder with his spear, and kept saying: "You eat people...... You eat people ......".

Wang Jihu, who was following him, was almost swept by the spear, retreated sharply, bumped into Su Qijingli, pressed Zhang Jiabao, and everyone fell off the wooden ladder.

Wang Jibao threw down his spear, raised his hand in front of him and bent his fingers into claws, and shouted sharply: "My eyes ...... My eyes ......" He seemed to gouge out his own eyeballs, but there was a force resisting, making his hands tremble and stalemate.

Wang Jihu was shocked, but several layers of planks on the ladder were broken, and they couldn't go up at once.

At the last moment, Zhang Jiabao remembered the gourd given by his senior brother, but fortunately he always carried it with him. Facing Wang Jibao with the mouth of the gourd, reciting the incantation, I saw Wang Jibao's head shaking, tearing his hair with both hands, and a terrible cry piercing the night came out of his mouth.

In the middle of the night, a red ghost figure emerged from Wang Jibao's body and was sucked into the gourd.

Wang Jihu didn't have the heart to ask Zhang Jiabao how to use this spell, and hurriedly went up to the attic to check on his fallen younger brother. After pinching for a while, Wang Jibao woke up, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, his hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't speak.

Su Qijingli and Zhang Jiabao leaned sideways to the door and shone in with torches, and the whole room was covered with dust and cobwebs. There was an unburned candle on the table, and at the foot of the bed there was a ball of rope and a few rags, all rotten to the point of not being formed. There was an indescribable stench in the room.

At this moment, the gourd that Zhang Jiabao was holding in his hand suddenly exploded, and a ball of white light flashed into his head.