"Are you ready?" Qin Chuyi said to me lying on the blanket.

"Hmm." I nodded and closed my eyes.

Early this morning, Qin Chuyi and I rushed to Mr. Wei's house. In order not to lie in that electric crib again, we brought a blanket in advance.

The time Zhuang You said was approaching, and it should mean twelve o'clock. As soon as twelve o'clock arrives, his body will start attacking others uncontrollably. So we came early today to avoid that time slot.

After making a qiē preparation, I hurried to the sleepy dream of this house, and when I woke up, I had already appeared in Zhuang You's bedroom, he was still leaning against the windowsill, and his normal arm was still writing on the soft side.

"Zhuang You!" I cautiously called out to him, and he immediately opened his eyes.

"It's you!" He was excited, but since the other half of his body was out of his control, he could only rely on his eyes to convey excitement to me, "I knew you would come back to save me." ”

"Okay, hurry up, finish what you didn't say last time, what happened."

After that day, Zhuang You prepared his hair and notes according to the letter in disbelief, and when he woke up the next day, he suddenly felt that the inspiration in his brain kept pouring out like a spring.

He writes day and night, as if he is Ma Liang with a magic pen, and every ghost in his pen is vividly described. The more he got, the more excited he became, almost to the point of night and day. It was from this time that he locked the door and wrote like he had gone crazy without eating or drinking.

Eventually, his body could not support it, and he collapsed. Lying on the bed and dying, he soon fell into a coma, and at this time, the terrifying ghosts of his pen began to appear in his dreams, gradually devouring his body. His body had been eaten away, and only the remnants of his will remained in the house, fused with the goblins he had created.

"I can't stop writing, just stop. This half of my will will also be devoured by the goblins. He said helplessly, "I never thought that I would change from a person who created a zào monster to a real monster." I'm not even sure. Did you hurt her? ”

"You're talking about your girlfriend." I said.

"Yes. She has always been very supportive of my writing career and reassured me that I will get better one day. But I couldn't resist the temptation and ended up being what I am now. I kept this half of my consciousness because I wanted to go to her and tell him that I was wrong. ”

Zhuang You ...... "I interrupted him." She's dead. ”

There was silence in the room. He should have expected this result a long time ago, but he didn't want to accept it.

Beep, beep.

The electronic watch on the desk suddenly began to tell the time, and Zhuang You in front of me began to twitch again, I was surprised and immediately stepped back

took several steps.

My preparations are not yet complete.

"Zhuang You! What happened! It's still a long time until 12 o'clock! I shouted at him, who had not yet completely lost his will, and he himself was trying to control the process of demonization, word by word with difficulty from his foaming mouth.

"Not ten...... Two o'clock ...... Yes every ...... It happens all the time......" His neck suddenly threw back, and the gurgling sound of bones rubbing against each other was particularly harsh. I hurriedly retreated into the corner and continued to do my preparations.

The demonization began very quickly. In the blink of an eye, Zhuang You had lost consciousness, and the asphalt-colored monster seemed to be wound up and pounced on me. I quickly dodged to the side, and the red thread I was holding in my hand immediately wrapped around the corner of the table I was holding onto. Seeing this, the monster turned to me, and I rolled forward, making a circle around the ledge, avoiding his attack.

My right hand is getting more and more transparent, and I need to hurry.

After several misses, the monster went berserk, and finally used its killer trick - throwing that thick black juice at me.

I pulled the last handful of ash out of my pocket. Blow in his direction. For a moment, time seemed to stop at this moment, and the fine powder was suddenly ignited in the air, and a faint blue light flashed in the air. The black juice didn't fly towards my palm in the expected trajectory. Instead, it touched an invisible barrier, suddenly stopped moving forward, and was intercepted by force, slowly dripping down the walls of the barrier to the ground.

It worked. I secretly rejoice.

Before coming to Wutong Garden this morning, Qin Chuyi and I specially analyzed the parasites on Zhuang You's body. It was a compound formed by the fusion of all the ghosts, and it was a concentrated food for the tapir in my body. There's no way to eat it all in one bite. After going through so many dreams, this is almost the first problem I have encountered that cannot be solved with "eating".

So our countermeasure is to dilute it and strip it off Zhuang You one by one. Of course, he couldn't just lie on the ground and let me fiddle with his body, so we decided to put what we learned to use, trap him with a simple pentagram barrier, and then use the tapir's immense devouring power to strip him of things one by one.

But first, I had to snatch the soft-sided copy from his hand, and as soon as he stopped writing, my right hand could be restored.

Thinking of this, I looked at Zhuang You, who was standing in front of me among the five stars of the red line, and was already restless, and immediately picked up the soft face copy that he had dropped on the ground.

Then extend the ring on your left and right middle fingers and swipe it firmly. I only heard the sound of "呲", and a stream of warm blood gushed out from my already recovered palm, and the vicious mouth couldn't wait to break free, and the huge suction force under the dark red light began to suck the thousands of monsters and monsters on Zhuang You's body.

The demonized body immediately resembled a molten black candle, and from top to bottom, thick juice began to flow from every hole on every face. The grim-faced goblins seemed to be greatly stimulated, and the shrill voices filled the room, as miserable as hell on earth.

As the peeling continued, the black heavy body finally melted almost completely. Under the chaos, one strange body after another, let out a sharp roar, crawled out of the swamp and mire. In an instant, half of Zhuang You's body resembled a pregnant woman pregnant with a huge creature, constantly giving birth to a terrifying baby with severed limbs.

The separation lasted for more than half an hour, and when the right half of Zhuang You's body returned to normal like the left, he had completely collapsed, his body shook, and he lay lifeless in the middle of the red line five stars. And by his side. It's one ugly ghost after another. The ground was covered with black pus and blood dripping from the goblins, and the two were mixed together, and suddenly it was a mess.

They lay on Zhuang You's body, wanting to return to their original sojourn body. However, the tapirs were so powerful that they were forced to cling to the edge of the barrier, screaming sharply and writhing in strange shapes.

"Hey!" I shouted at the group of monsters born from Zhuang You's soft face.

Instantly. The goblins all looked at me.

"It's time for dinner." I couldn't help but pull my cheek and sneer, and with a "bang", I let go of the red thread in my hand. It suddenly lost the power to pull it, and the five-star barrier that had just formed collapsed all at once, and the grinning goblin finally pounced in my direction as it wished.

I learned from the way I remembered the exorcist, my heels clutched to the ground, my legs slightly bent, my face drooping viciously at the wandering creatures, and my right hand firmly outstretched.

Cracks and struggles echoed through the room, and body after body was swallowed into my body. This time the force was even stronger than the last one, and the invisible impact forced me backwards, and the friction between the soles of my feet and the ground made a "squeak" sound.

The creature was quickly swept away by the crimson light, and I began to bend my fingers, trying to close the entrance, only to find that it was still open in rage, and had no intention of stopping.

"Stop!" I almost yelled at myself.

Zhuang You's body gradually approached like an entrance under the strong suction, and he lost consciousness. I simply can't resist on my own. I suddenly felt that the creature in my body was like a wild horse that had escaped from my control, and it was now bound to eat Zhuang You's last consciousness.

No......

I struggled against the pressure, and suddenly I saw that there was still thick black juice left on the ground by the goblins. I didn't have time to think about it, so I threw myself forward and pressed my right hand the black juice.

A pulsating sensation that connected to my heart instantly "clicked" in my body, as if someone was pressing on my chest with a defibrillator. I crumpled to the ground in pain, the sweat from my forehead dripping into my eyes, and it hurt fiercely.

OK. The entrance is closed. I raised my trembling right hand and watched as the scarred devouring mouth cut across my palm in the midst of the black juice. A thick stream of blood quickly gushed out of my nose, was it a warning to me?

I didn't have time to think about it so much, so I endured the pain and turned over and crawled to Zhuang You's side. Sure enough, as he stopped writing, Zhuang You's body began to fade and become transparent, just like the original Miss Hua, slowly disappearing.

"Sure enough......" He woke up at some point, staring at the ceiling in front of him, and made a faint sound, "It's still the most comfortable......

"You know, I once encountered an incident." He rolled his moist eyes, and the words popped up.

I don't know what special nostalgia people feel about dying people, but I know that they have deeper obsessions than ordinary people.

"One day, when the butterfly stopped on my desk, she broke her wings, and when she flailed her wings again, she couldn't fly anymore. At that time, I was still a silent writer. ”

"I gently lifted her up, raised her in the room, and wrote a "butterfly" for her. If one day I become famous, I will use my pen to reconstruct her ideal of flying. ”

It didn't take long for her wings to really come back together. Then I meet the girl named Fluttershy. ”

"I always thought it was providence and that Fluttershy was her incarnation, but after becoming demons, they never showed up again." Zhuang You finished saying these words lightly, and two lines of tears were already frozen on his cheeks.

The spirit of the word is originally stored in zài, as long as the heart is sincere, every word in the pen will have a soul. A long time ago, there was a story of a monk copying Buddhist scriptures at night and meeting a mouthless woman. And the excessively strong desire and irrepressible interest have made the originally pure word spirit lose its last support, and every qiē curse is generated by the human heart.

"Zhuang You......" I couldn't bear to interrupt him, "forget about this qiē, get out of here." ”

"I see." After speaking, Zhuang You's body disappeared little by little, and finally I was left alone in the empty room.

I looked at the mess and suddenly felt that something was missing, but I couldn't say it.

The Dream Enchantment was the tapir's last meal, and with Dream Food, I returned to the real world. Qin Chuyi did not stand beside me, but crossed his hands on his waist and stared out of the window curiously.

"Hey, you're awake." He heard the movement and hurriedly turned and walked over.

"What are you looking at?" I lifted my head and looked in that direction as well.

"Eh, I just saw a butterfly fly over, and guess what, the butterfly turned out to be paper folded, interesting." He excitedly said, "Oh yes! I remember! The flower lady is a monster that has become a butterfly.,Hey, my memory.。 ”

I nodded, and when Qin Chu turned his head, I copied the soft noodles hidden in my clothes and clipped them in. This book records all kinds of ghosts and monsters of Zhuang You, and as long as the tapir is hungry in the future, I will take it out and continue to write.

This matter can't be known to Qin Chuyi. (To be continued.) )

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