I don't know if I'm really confused by the wild ghosts in the Wild Ghost Village now, but now I hope it's true, I wish I could wipe the girl's face clean, I hope I'm the simple boy in front of me.

A group of people rushed into the village in a frenzy, slaughtering the lives of the village, and this life was not just human.

I felt like my eyes were blood-red, and I didn't know if it was because of the blood on my body or because of the world in front of me.

People keep falling, everyone I know the name, I know their little secret, I know their generation, grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, uncle, aunt, father, mother, brother, sister, brother, sister, sister......

The killing came silently and ended just as quickly, leaving the village alone with me and a few sturdy youths.

The murderer formed a formation in the middle of the village, and then I and the rest of the youth were driven to the middle of the village like cattle, and the words of the murderer came out of the murderer's mouth, and I saw myself staring at the man's mouth stupidly, like a sculpture on the street on a rainy day.

I suddenly raised my hand and slapped myself in the face several times.

It hurts, but the "self" in front of me doesn't seem to feel the pain at all.

The long knife of the standard was waved, and I saw blood spurting out of my neck frantically, my face instantly turned pale, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly surrounded my body, and I fell, my eyes still dull.

"Get up! Get up!" I shouted to myself frantically, but unfortunately I am now more like an audience, an audience who is too deep into the play, I can only watch powerlessly as the murderer drives the remaining young people to clean the whole village, the corpses are piled up in the middle of the village, and then a fire ignites all the corpses, and the remaining young people also fell into the fire after a few gunshots, and the aroma of roast meat rushed into my senses, although I am dead, but my feeling is clearer, this aroma makes me want to vomit, I want to cut off my nose.

The time is December 13, 1937, a day that I have never experienced, but I know, remember, and dare not forget.

Give me back! In my consciousness I was screaming frantically, and in an instant my consciousness was filled with a violent aura again, and I could even faintly see the purple and black colors. Give it back to me, just a moment, and in my consciousness I was howling.

I felt my fingers, and the power refilled throughout my body, though it was still pale.

Thank you, now, I just want to thank the Wild Ghost Village, thank you to the countless wild ghosts in the Wild Ghost Village, so that I can remember such a day, let me feel such a day, let me experience such a day, even if it is fake.

Yes!

The sound of blood echoed through the village.

I dragged my cold, pale body and slowly straightened up.

Wow!

The sound of violence came, accompanied by the sound of a long knife waving. I watched as the long knife swung in slow motion, slowly slashing at my shoulder.

Boom!

The long knife slashed at my shoulder, like a beating leather, a dull, dilapidated sound came out, and the muscles squirmed, and the long knife was embedded in my shoulder, and not a trace of blood escaped from it.

Yes!

I seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and I could only replace all words with roars, and I really felt what pain was, the pain of not feeling, not thinking, not having a heart.

The next moment, I stretched out my hand, slowly stuck my hand on the neck of the "long knife", watched the feet of the long knife slowly leave the ground, and my face slowly turned into a purple color, but there was no trace of the pleasure of the enemy in my eyes, on the contrary, it was a more intense sorrow, the sorrow melted into the bone marrow, could not be removed, carved into the soul, like a tattoo on the soul, could not be cleaned.

The body of the long knife became as cold as my own, and I let go of my palm, and the corpse fell to the ground with a clatter. My eyes swept over the fire, and the flame was the color of fiery red, I had never seen fireworks like that, like life.

Turning my head, I looked at the murderers around me, looking at their trembling legs, and I suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at the sadness of the people in the village, laughing at their own incompetence, laughing at their pathetic humanity......

Haha, haha, hahahaha......

My hoarse laughter resounded in the middle of the quiet village, sadder than pain, colder than darkness, bleaker than tragedy, more vicissitudes than ancient.

When the body trembled, the village was full of their own shadows, and the bodies in the fire were grabbed one by one, neatly placed in the center of the village, and with a wave of the hand, the flames on the body were extinguished. The skin cut by the weapon healed rapidly, and even the clothes returned to their previous appearance, and everyone seemed to be asleep, but unfortunately I knew that they would not wake up, so they could only fall asleep like this. Not before, not now, and not in the future.

My body shook again, and the murderer in the village was folded into a pile of people, and his body jumped, and his fist was launched in a violent manner, and then he continued. I don't know how many times I've repeated this action, but the murderer in front of me has already been blasted into a pile of dust by himself.

Yes!

My voice rang out again, panting, hands on the ground, eyes staring. I didn't know that the scene around me had changed.

Behind me, far away, was still the village of wild ghosts where smoke was rising, and I had already left it.

My breathing slowly became even, and the violent breath of my whole body calmed down, and I straightened up, smiling and looking at my hands, if I could only be disassembled into parts now and put on the other demons so that they could move on, I think I would admit it. Because, sometimes, there is one thing that makes people feel worthwhile, I think. And this thing, it's worth it.

The air was fresh, seemed windy and soft. I felt so relaxed that I even wanted to go to sleep like this, no matter what I wanted to do.

When I looked up, I saw that I was already outside the Wild Ghost Village, which was far behind me, and there was a voice, as if there were people in the village singing and dancing, the voice was hoarse and obscure, but it was very beautiful. The sporadic lights lit up, and it seemed as if someone had lit a bonfire, and I could smell the aroma of food.

Is this really a ghost village? I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The confusion was real, and I still think that I must have experienced those scenes myself, but why am I here, shouldn't I sink into those confusions and completely turn myself into the parts that accompany some of their ghosts on their way?

The soul cleansing was activated, and the pain of piercing the heart came, but I laughed, it was true, but why? I had countless questions, but I would not know the result at all.

Is it to give up? is it a choice, or is it because it's worth it? Or is the Wild Ghost Village just a test, not at all as evil as the legends in the world?

When I walked out, my head was still spinning around these questions, but after walking out for a while, I had already taken the initiative to block those questions, why bother, in short, I am still alive now, and I have had such a profound experience, painful, real, but it is worth it.