The snow is still falling;

People around you,

began to be less and less,

It's like a movie theater that has ended,

More and more depressed.

Zhou Ze has been standing in place, letting the snow slowly cover him, slowly piling him up into a "snowman".

The man who smashed the car is gone,

The onlookers were gone,

and the man who fell to the ground was gone.

Slowly,

The car is gone,

Between heaven and earth, only this white expanse is really clean;

The only thing that was striking was the crimson puddle on the ground.

It's like a stain that can't be washed off no matter how you wash it, and you can't wipe it off no matter how you wipe it.

It stubbornly exists,

It's so unsightly, so uncomfortable.

In the crimson,

The old man kept shouting,

It seems to be venting the depression that has been suppressed for a long time.

"Now, you know what I am, right?"

It's like venting,

Like tired,

It's also boring and boring,

The old man walked out of the crimson.

It's still the dress of the green coat, or the pair of liberation shoes with muddy soles, and the image of an old peasant, and even snort, wiped it with the back of his hand and threw it to the ground.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You're dead, old man."

"Yes, he's dead, but I can't die, every time I die, I have to come back, change someone, and start over."

The old man crossed his waist and seemed to want to continue scolding again, but it was a bit like he couldn't scold anymore.

The old man is dead, but he still exists.

Xu Qinglang's master is dead, but his master will continue to appear in the future.

He is a demon, floating in the sky, he will fall, he will enter a person's body, Xu Qinglang's master is the previous one, and because of this, he can be through the mysteries, he can be obsessed, and he can become a heavenly master who wanders in the world, and even the local ghosts dare not touch him.

A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze, he was really killed, but the one who died was only Xu Qinglang's master, the real evil, the demon who created all this, he was just washed away from everything.

He hid in a dark corner and slowly licked his wounds,

He hid in the crowd and silently regained his strength,

He was waiting for time to pass slowly, he was looking for the next possession, this was his fate, and it was also his reincarnation, just like the little Lori, who always had to find a host body after entering the yang world from hell.

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It is also required.

"Do you know how old I am?" The old man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"It's very old, very old, so old that I almost forgot what I looked like at the beginning, the storyteller said, every grass and tree, there is a providence!

But I just can't figure it out, I can't understand it, and I can't find out what the meaning of my fucking existence is. ”

The old man said,

On the left side of his body, the snow disappeared and an old street appeared.

There are clamors and small shops on the streets.

There was also a platform on which kneeling people lived.

"The farthest I remember, the one I remember the most, is this one."

Caishikou,

There are more and more people.

Unconsciously, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people, the clothes on everyone's bodies were basically dusty, and behind his head, there was a long braid.

greasy

Watery.

This scene is familiar.

The executioner carried the man up to the stage, the sword had been sharpened, and the man had already knelt down.

The onlookers began to cry and sob,

Some covered their eyes and did not dare to look,

Some covered their ears and did not dare to hear,

Some simply turned around and didn't even dare to face it.

The autumn wind was bleak, the fallen leaves were sweeping, and the executioner took a sip of wine and heard a cry from the audience.

The death row prisoner did not cry, he continued to kneel, but his waist was straight, while the onlookers below were crying for his misfortune, shaking their heads, regretting, melancholy, and mourning for the loss of their lives.

In front of Zhou Ze,

The old man's gaze is glazed,

He walked in front of Zhou Ze,

Reaching out to help Zhou Ze tidy up his collar, like a kind elder, he grinned, showed his yellow teeth, and continued:

"I came to you to ask you for something."

"Say."

"I'm dead, and I can't come back anytime soon, but maybe in a few years, a dozen years, or a few decades, I still have to come back.

So, I beg you, wait until the next time I come back, kill me, okay?

This guy has some ancestral things at home, I'll tell you the location, you go and take a look, you should be able to pick up some good things, it's eye-catching, even if you take it to play, he's dead anyway. ”

"You shouldn't have said that to me." Zhou Ze replied.

You should say it to the One in yourself.

The old man showed a weird smile on his face, he looked at Zhou Ze, licked his tongue, and said:

"It's the same."

"How long will it take for you to come back?"

"It's coming."

The old man showed an expression of "there is nothing to love",

With a wave of his right hand,

A bridge appeared.

a line,

Dividing two worlds,

On the left, it is the entrance of the vegetable market a hundred years ago;

On the right, there is a modern bridge.

On the table at the entrance of the vegetable market, there are executioners holding knives, and there are death row prisoners kneeling;

There is a man squatting on the bridge and may fall at any moment.

A line that divides a hundred years of time.

"It's often said that time can change everything." The old man smiled bitterly: "But there are some things, even time can't do anything, I feel that the next time I come back, it won't be too long, you wait."

I can't say I'll come back to you next time I come back. ”

Under the bridge, there were many people gathered there to watch, and the number of onlookers was so large that the operation of the bridge was paralyzed.

The police came to maintain order, they maintained the cordon, told the onlookers to back a little, and then back a little, but the people in front squeezed forward, and the people behind pushed forward, and they couldn't disperse at all.

Everyone was as active as going to the cinema in the early years to squeeze the bus and rush to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy things.

Firefighters have already set up ropes and are ready to risk their lives to save people.

"Jump, jump!"

"Damn, don't jump yet, the sun is almost killing me!"

"I said brother, if you don't jump, make a sound, if you don't jump, I have to go back to cooking."

"The point of malaise, the standard point of the action, the splash is smaller, and the technical action score can be high!"

These people shouting below are urging to vent their dissatisfaction, while holding their mobile phones, taking photos and videos, and then posting on Weibo Moments:

"I'm so worried about him, why are you jumping off the building, come down quickly!"

"Life is very precious, there is only one time for everyone, I hope the brothers above will see a little bit and come down early!"

"Come down, life will inevitably encounter twists and turns, nothing is unseeable, you and your relatives and friends will continue to support you, you and we are worried about you below!"

"I'm really worried about the brother above, don't jump, come on Uncle Firefighter, you must save him!"

After sending the news,

Putting down the phone,

Everyone endured the scorching sun,

I started to keep urging the one above to hurry, quick, fast, the sun was too hot, and there were no parasols here, and there was no convenience store to buy a bottle of Bing Kole.

"One hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.

"Poof!"

On the left side of the line, the executioner's broadsword falls, and the head rolls off.

"Poof!"

On the right side of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and smashed into the water.

The world seems to have fallen into a kind of silence at this time,

An eerie quiet.

Then

On both sides of the line,

Boiling together.

At the entrance of the vegetable market, a group of people ran over with steamed buns in their hands to dip them in blood, and those who grabbed them shouted "Human blood steamed buns cure all diseases!" ”

The bridge is there,

When firefighters and police officers mourn together for the loss of a life, and even cry and cry tears,

A few good deeds actually sneaked through the isolation zone and rushed to the corpse that had just been salvaged, and lifted the white canvas covering the corpse.

Look at what it looks like after drowning.

These can become their future conversations, for example, when drinking with friends, they can boast that the man on the bridge jumped into the river a while ago and committed suicide, and died a miserable death, I have seen it with my own eyes.

both ends of the line,

Disturbed,

And it's starting to get messy.

In the end,

The figure of the old man is also getting fading and fading, he spread his hands, very helpless, very helpless, as if he was saddened more than dead:

"I want to die."

This is his last lament,

Then, he waved his hand at Zhou Ze,

"Goodbye, when I come back next time, please...... Kill me completely. ”

"Buzz ........................"

Around

Light and shadow began to tremble,

Zhou Ze raised his head silently,

He was still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, still holding a towel in his hand to wipe his face, and in front of him, it was still the same mirror.

Behind him, there was no dark shadow, and there was no old man.

Zhou Ze did not feel dizzy, nor confused, nor did he feel any discomfort.

The old man said that this was a simple illusion, so simple that Zhou Ze himself could easily wake up from it.

This simple illusion will naturally not have any physiological impact on Zhou Ze.

Go ahead and pick up the towel,

Wipe your face,

But the water on the face has long since dried up,

Now wipe it,

It's Khan,

Cold sweat.

Walking out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down in his favorite window position, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone here, dragging out a long shadow.

In the originally lively bookstore, most of the people were recuperating on the second floor, and now Boss Zhou was left to sit down alone.

I don't know how,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

It's a feeling that is colder than that night a week ago,

It's even comparable to the feeling I felt when I first walked Huangquan Road,

Because this is the first time that Zhou Ze has come into contact with this kind of thing.

It's not a revenant,

It's not a living thing either,

It has no body, and it doesn't even know what it is.

But it was like a demon, with wide eyes,

On this heaven,

Whether it's windy or rainy, or it's clear,

It's all looking at everything below,

And ready to wave his demonic wings at any time,

Descend.

This gaze,

Known to last for a hundred years,

below

may continue to continue,

I don't know how many centuries it will last.

Just like the sentence in his body that he deliberately left after killing him:

"He's not dead yet......"

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