The rain slowly became lighter, and it seemed that the coming of this rainstorm was to vent the feelings of the Mai woman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info At this time, she was as weak as a hungry stray dog on the street, and her cloak was covered in muddy water.

I finally understood why she was so resentful of me before, and I felt deep sympathy for what happened to her, even though I was the culprit. The walking corpse was originally set up to preserve the intact body so that it could return to its hometown and be buried in the ground, but the young corpse in front of him was already messy and comparable to the remains of the Japanese army after the sweep decades ago.

My cousin squatted beside me, and Lao Yang carried the corpse coffin from the van alone, ready to put the corpse that had been cleaned up into it again.

Wait a minute! A petite dark shadow stopped him. You guys go around, I'm giving it another frost! I didn't understand what the cat fairy said, but I saw the gray eyes of the Mai woman bloom again.

Three years later, I naturally knew that walking horses meant forbiddenness, and the frost was the cat fairy disposing of corpses.

Lao Yang walked silently to the van, and the woman in Mai walked towards the hillside tent. My cousin was still squatting beside me, and Lao Yang turned around and called it but was indifferent.

This guy doesn't know what breed it is, it's huge and mighty, with tall ears and erect ears, and it's full of yellow hair like an emperor, but at the moment it seems to be more willing to follow me.

Let's go, cousin! I called softly and walked after Lao Yang's figure.

It trotted behind, its thick soles leaving strings of plum blossom marks on the mud after the impact of the current.

Lao Yang sat in the van, and his cousin sat beside him.

What is "Hundred Flowers"? I asked curiously.

Lao Yang's brows furrowed, and his face became very unnatural, as ugly as eating a dead fly. He shook his head, as if there was something unspeakable.

I smelled nectar on the corpse's filling, and the woman said it was a hundred flowers. I said, watching his expression change, but his face remained the same.

Later, I recalled that night countless times, if he had told me all the legends of Baihua when he let go of his body and mind, maybe he would not have gotten on the sedan chair so easily in that accident.

The two of them and a dog sat quietly, and the world returned to its proper tranquility. Silence, but without the slightest discomfort and embarrassment, perhaps this is the realm of people who know each other.

In the distance, I heard another cat meow, and I could hear a deep sense of exhaustion from the meow.

Lao Yang led me back to the young corpse, and I was shocked beyond words. The ugly and hideous corpse had changed, all the gaps in the face had been stitched up, and the bare cheekbones had been obscured by something. Although it is not as peaceful and beautiful as the original, at least it looks much more comfortable.

The cat fairy was gone, replaced by the woman in sackcloth. She leaned over and touched the corpse's face, tears rolling down it one by one.

Lao Yang and I didn't bother her until she got up and walked to the tent, and her tone returned to her arrogant indifference and said, "Take it!"

Lao Yang gestured to me and carried the body into the coffin. I was carrying my feet, which were still cold and biting, but full of the softness and elasticity of flesh, and the stiff touch was not at all.

Lao Yang and I carried the coffin to the van, and the moment the body was loaded into the coffin, I felt its hand.

Why did it soften? I asked in a low voice.

Lao Yang cast his eyes on the huge black shadow in the distance, sighed and said: This is called a living corpse. The secret method is used to fix the human spirit in the corpse, just like the living person dreaming and being unconscious. He turned into a zombie when he was a child, and his limbs were stiff and sensitive to the outside world, but he was in an endless nightmare. Just now you bite its face like that, it's not just disfiguring and destroying the body, it's also painful, like peeling off the skin of the face with sulfuric acid.

Lao Yang's words were very light, even softer than the night breeze. But my heart instantly became heavy, what does the Mai woman have to do with it?

She is indifferent to the whole world, but she is tender to him, but he can only lie in the coffin and receive endless nightmares.

Footsteps left crescent-shaped marks on the red mud, and I felt my hands tremble slightly.

Why is it getting heavier and heavier? I asked, embarrassed.

Lao Yang's face was also much paler, but he still showed a slight smile.

This is the corpse coffin, suppressing the corpse. The corpse is dead, full of dead and corpse qi, both of which belong to yin. Yin Qi can prevent the corpse from decomposing, and the corpse coffin has the ability to lock the Yin Qi to prevent leakage, and the Yin Qi inside is gathering more and more, and it is inevitable that it will become heavier and heavier.

It dawned on me, which explains why the two previous offsets of the coffin in the van did not flip over. But I'm even more curious about what this coffin is made of, it's so miraculous.

When you die, I can give you the coffin of this town to be buried, and those who dig up the grave and see you in thousands of years will be amazed. Because you're as alive as you were when you were alive. Lao Yang made a rare joke, although I didn't think it was funny, but looking at his face, it seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

When we got to the van, the petite black shadow was already sitting on it. No one knew when she came, and it was as mysterious as the outside world didn't know how they were frosted.

Lao Yang and I dropped the coffin on the blood-colored bench again, and the portrait hung blandly, and the eyes still looked a little mocking. White candles were lit, and the flames were pressed into a pale blue by the yin qi, like ghost fires drifting in the wind on mass graves.

Lao Yang patted his cousin's head and said, "Old Cousin, let's keep vigil tonight!"

A thank you came from the petite shadow, and she got up to get out of the car. But it suddenly fell out of the car and knocked me into my arms.

Girl, are you alright? I asked softly after pulling her black robe to hold her steady.

She spread my hand and walked towards the tent on the hillside, the lonely back so bleak in the night.

As soon as I turned around, Lao Yang was hugging his cousin's neck and smiling evilly.

I didn't immediately go back to my tent, but went around and went back to the land where I had been fighting. Pick up the sackcloth woman's discarded doll from the mud.

Take the doll back to the tent and think back to the figure that appeared on the top of the tent again. With a flashlight, I turned the doll over and over again, and it was as plain as toilet paper thrown on the street. Neither new nor old, expressionless.

But the more this happens, the more strange things always feel.

Since you can't see anything on the surface, why not take it apart and take a look? I don't know why, when I see this weird doll, I always have the urge to screw its head off.

But before I could do anything, a pale face suddenly appeared outside the tent. The Mai woman looked indifferent to the extreme, and stretched out her right hand to me without saying a word.

I knew she wanted the doll in my hand, but a feeling of contempt controlled my thoughts. If you want it, Lao Tzu won't give it!

You'd better give it to her, or you won't be able to bear the consequences. A soft voice came, and the cat fairy came out of the tent opposite.

Without waiting for me to answer, the Mai woman snatched the doll from my hand, got into the tent, and fell silent.

Why are you helping her talk instead? The anger in my heart had swelled all over my chest.

I was originally her person! With that, she turned and slipped into the tent. In the dark night, I faced the darkness alone, full of embarrassment and loneliness.

I looked into the mountains in the distance, and for some reason, the huge dark human face suddenly jumped into view. Supposedly, in the absolute darkness of the night, no matter how good my eyesight is, I can only see a vague outline.

Later, I asked Lao Yang, and he said that he didn't know how this could happen. It wasn't until Lao Yang got on the sedan chair that I went to Dali to look for the fat man with the sign of the lock door in eastern Yunnan, and I found the reason in the Taoist temple of Jizu Mountain. That is, eating the flesh of a living corpse at the same time, stained with the blood of the cat fairy and stimulating the sensitivity of the eyes to breath.

But at this moment, I saw a familiar shadow next to the huge left eye of the man's face. Petite and dark, walking weirdly and silently, it's a cat fairy!

She seemed to feel someone snooping, and stood beside the black hole in her left eye and looked around, hesitated for a few moments before jumping down towards the black hole.

I was full of resentment towards her, and I turned around and went into the tent and closed my eyes and fell asleep.