"Who will accompany me to Huangquan~~" wisps of lamentation came from the depths of the underworld. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I was in the void, and I couldn't see the loess under my feet, and I couldn't touch the yellow sand.

"Wait three years on the bridge!"

This whisper rang in my ears, I wanted to open my eyes but couldn't, I wanted to break free but couldn't.

"Who planted Bodhi!" Suddenly, thousands of men and women shouted, and the sound of pain echoed in this infinitely dark space...... One by one, countless sorrows poured into my heart.

"Woo woo...... "Woo woo" The only thing left in this huge space is whimpering, and I am crying, maybe I am not crying, but I want to cry, I open my mouth and cry silently!

"Wow-ah-ah-" The baby's cry came out of nowhere, shattering the wave of countless whimpering sounds, and piercing straight into my head, and with this thousandfold sorrow and pain, it was like a sledgehammer slammed out of my chest, and then smashed on the tip of my heart.

"Why are you alive!" I was almost frantic with the pain, and my mind was filled with screams and wails.

……

"Help me" is like tinnitus, which is vaguely hard to find.

"Help Me ......"

When everything finally fell silent again, I opened my eyes only to find that I was pressed by a lot of slippery and bloody things, and a little light penetrated through my head, and I could only move my body with all my strength and crawl up until the blood-red light was clearly in front of me. And in front of me, with severed arms and stumps, I was covered in blood on the mountain of corpses, and the river of blood slowly gathered from this side and overflowed the low hill there, and the sky and the earth were scarlet.

The sound of "help me" came from behind me.

I turned around in a daze, only to see a woman's face hidden under the many mutilated bodies, her blood-stained hair against her ears, and her pale face without a trace of blood.

"Help me," she repeated as she stared at me with her dark eyes.

"Help Me"

……

The wind chimes sounded softly in the wind, and I woke up with exhaustion and sorrow, covering my head to find that I was sweating profusely.

The classroom during the lunch break was so quiet that the only thing was the ticking of the clock on the wall, except for the snorts of the students.

"The desks at school really don't sleep well," I thought, feeling sorry for the little time I had to rest.

"Ding--" The wind chimes shook slightly.

Suspicious, I looked up from the table, only to see a dark figure cowering by the window.

……

When I studied at night, it was already half past nine, and the battle at the end of class was almost like a battle, except for a few students who stayed overnight, and there was no one left in the teaching building in just a few minutes.

"Whew" I sighed softly and shook the wind chimes to summon the "guest" who had helped me this morning.

But it's strange to say, this "guest" insisted on carrying so many people's yang fire and sun from noon to night, to be honest, I'm really afraid that the "guest" will not be able to support it, what should I do? Whose cause and effect is this? Fighting so hard, is it because you are afraid that I will not keep my promises? Of course, if you really think so, it's not wrong, if a ghost tells you that you are going to help him, he will give you five million, do you believe it?

Although I have doubts in my heart, I don't want to speculate too much, but the matter still has to be done, and since I promised him to repay him and let the "guest" die, I can't keep my promise.

Of course, I can't just lead the "guests" to my parents and ask them to send them off. I was just invited yesterday, but I just came here today, what is this? Picked up on the road? So, to cover up my behavior this morning, I had to put the "guest" on my shoulder.

And next to the carport there is a locust tree just ready to use, so I take down three leaves, stack them together, I hold the leaves with one hand, and clasp the bell with the other hand and gently sing on it: "Yang Mu Yin Mu Ding has been decanter, there is fire in Yin and its line is in Ding." I looked at the "guest" on the side, I thought about it carefully, and finally only took two leaves and pressed them on my shoulders. It was a bit reluctant, but then the guest would be able to see me instead of feeling me, and he would be allowed to sit on his shoulder without hurting him in the slightest.

"Ding-" I shook the dingbell and asked the guests to come over.

……

At night, the bell guide is still very quiet, especially after a group of students going home to make a noise, this silence is always more obvious, I rode home on the bell guide road. Because I was sheltered from the sun, I still felt a little uncomfortable along the way, not to mention the "guests" made my body cold, and every time the wind rose, goosebumps would get on the places where I was blown and made me very uncomfortable. And I put out two fires for myself, no matter how I said it, I was a little frightened, but I ran into a big dog blocking the road on the road, the dog could not see the "guests", it chased me for two streets until the vegetable market did not give up.

"Whew-" I gasped and secretly congratulated myself on a bicycle, but my heart was still beating wildly, and a gust of evening wind blew, and I felt dizzy and felt like I had a cold.

The vegetable market is not far from my home, but I don't have much strength, the yang fire flows in the qi and blood can nourish the spleen and stomach, reconcile the lungs, and it is natural to lose so much for no reason, fortunately I am on the Lingyin Road, if I am near which ghost gate, I must not let the evil ghost drag?

There were no cars on the road, the fire on the barbecue stand in the distance was flickering, the street lights were flashing, and there was no sound in all directions.

But my brain was so dizzy that I couldn't muster up the slightest energy, so I didn't think much about it, so I got out of the car and pushed the car slowly on the side of the road. "Ding-" The wind chimes trembled slightly, and a gust of wind gathered from behind me and suddenly hit my back, and the chill hit my heart!

"It's foggy," I looked up at the fading streetlights. "What's going on? Foggy? The wrong day? Impossible! "Doubts are always so hard to explain.

The barbecue stall not far away is still there, but the people are gone, it's not that they don't want this stall anymore, but I can't see them anymore! Just like the "guest" on my shoulder, in other words: I'm not a living person now.

The fog rose so quickly and so thick that I couldn't see the outlines of the streetlights now, and all kinds of noises came from the thick fog. I know very well how many evil spirits are hidden in this thick smoke. I really can't figure out when there will be so many "guests" on this bell leading the way.

Obviously, we try to invite "guests" and send "guests" every year, and there is no reason why they should not come!

"Woo woo woo woo

"Ghost crying? If this fog really came down because they were sending "guests", then they would be so crazy maybe because of ......! ”

I was already in a state of confusion, and my mind was racing back to everything I knew, all that I had written in my grandfather's book, but I knew the answer in my heart, and I knew it very well, and there were no words to describe the horror in my heart.

Men and animals are anointed and buttered before they are sacrificed, and the funny thing is that I have more yang fire on my forehead than those people and animals, and in this place where yin and yang are not distinguished, this yang fire is not only useless, but like a big searchlight, attracting the hungry ghosts around me.

Only the flesh and blood of humans can cause ghosts to cry, anytime and anywhere! As long as there are human beings.

Is it a coincidence?

A terrible and clear conclusion came to my mind: human worship! It's me!