Afternoon.

The autumn wind is extremely cold and bleak.

The smile on Yang Qing's face still did not have a trace of joy and joy, but she did not stop, and kept a straight face, because she knew that if she didn't smile when her heart was full of pain and sadness, she would easily become ugly, so ugly that it would be annoying and disgusting, and if it was serious, she would be so ugly that she couldn't find her in-laws.

So she is still laughing, and will never stop, just as her hand will never let go of the lifeless cloak.

The autumn sun has no trace of heat, disgusting and disgusting, as if it is a resentful woman who can't find passion and joy in her husband, and she is indescribably cold and powerless.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, gasping, his eyes staring and poking at the front like spears.

There are two roads ahead, two roads with completely different scenery and artistic conception.

One is by the river.

The weeping willows swayed gently, although they are not as delicate and moving as in spring, they are extremely charming and charming, and have a unique style; Under the ripples, the fish play with the waves, chasing the undulating dead leaves, so uncomfortable, carefree, and happy; The slippery bluestones scattered along the river, neither big nor small, neither tall nor short, seem to be love stones that satisfy the lonely couple and sit together; ......。

The other is a pine forest.

The pines are not tall or dense, but they are definitely upright, every inch is upright, and their souls seem to be upright.

When you look at lifelessness, it is easy to think of pine forests; When you look at the pine forest, it's easy to think of lifelessness.

Lifeless eyes stared like spearheads, poking at the pine forest.

Yang Qing suddenly stopped and said, "I'm tired." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Let's go and sit on the bluestone over there." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Just for a while." ”

Wusheng shook his head.

Yang Qing said: "Are we not going to live long?" ”

Wusheng said: "Maybe." ”

"Then we should do more of what we love and enjoy it, right?"

Wusheng's wheezing voice was thicker, and he said, "Just for a while." ”

Yang Qing sat happily and watched.

If it was before, it was not worth rejoicing, nor was it worth nostalgia.

Now it's different, she already knows that life is precious, every drop is precious, so she will desperately enjoy the fun and sweetness in it.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent.

Yang Qing said, "Why don't you sit?" ”

Without saying a word, he walked to the river, the blood of his body had rolled down into the river, and the fish scrambled to bite, and then floated up, motionless.

"Your blood is poisonous?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what kind of poison this is?"

"I don't know."

Not only did he not know, he did not want to know, and he did not bother to know.

The pity in Yang Qing's eyes was even stronger.

She said, "Sit down, I want to do something with you." ”

Wusheng said: "What's the matter?" ”

"I want to try what it's like to be in a relationship."

Speechless, unmoving.

The eyes are already staring, poking at the lotus flowers swaying on the ripples, the lotus flowers floating over.

The closer the lotus flower gets, the stronger the ripples hit the shore.

Yang Qing said: "Is there something wrong in this river?" ”

Silent without life.

Suddenly a man jumped out of the river.

The body is fluttering, the eyes are cold, the blade is shining, and the sword is bright.

"Lotus with the waves, come and take your life."

As he spoke, his man had fallen, and he landed in the river, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his chest, and blood suddenly marked out.

"I can't imagine that the sooner people die, the more terrible it is, I ......."

The sound of people and voices slowly faded away, disappearing under the bite of the fish.

Wusheng suddenly collapsed, gasping for breath, his body twitching and trembling, and then he struggled to his feet, standing like a stone statue.

Yang Qing was startled, and then came behind him.

Wusheng sucked a mouthful of blood and walked to the weeping willow, gasping and spitting the blood in his mouth into the hollow of the tree.

Suddenly, the weeping willow was torn apart, and a man appeared.

"I'm hiding the wood and the ......."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging, and tried to swing his knife, but he couldn't ...... it.

Shizuka's body hung down like a noodle, motionless.

Wusheng gasped and said, "You didn't do it? ”

Yang Qing shook his head, his lips were already trembling, and said, "Don't sit down." ”

"You don't want to try what it's like to be in a relationship?"

Yang Qing shook her head.

Speechless, gasping for breath towards the pine forest.

He didn't walk very fast, and his steps were not big, but his body was absolutely straight.

Yang Qing said: "Is the poison on your body ......?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes, and she found herself powerless to say anything more halfway through, unable to say more.

This is the first time in her life that she has tried to feel speechless, and the feeling of being unable to speak turned out to be so sad and painful.

Wusheng gasped and said, "Yes, you're right. ”

He fell suddenly, gasping and struggling to his feet, standing up like a stone statue, and then moving forward.

Yang Qing suddenly let go of her cloak and went to support him, but he refused.

"I'm so poisonous that you can't come near me."

He stood like a stone statue in front of the pine, staring and poking at it with his eyes like spears.

The pine tree was absolutely upright, every inch of its body was straight, but its life was over.

Sigh of nothingness.

Yang Qing said: "You are so deeply poisoned, why can you still walk?" Still alive? ”

Wusheng said: "Use internal force to forcibly suppress the toxicity, which can only be temporary. ”

"How long will you live?"

"I don't know, I'll ...... at any time."

He was already sighing, his empty eyes still poking at him like spearheads.

When the sunset was at its most beautiful and moving, he began to get busy, moving all the coffins outside the house into the house.

Then make a fire, set up an iron pot, roast game, and drink soju.

That's how his life has passed, and he wants his life to pass like this.

The fire, the iron pot, the game, and the soju are all he has, and they are also his enjoyment, women, money, high-ranking officials, families, ideals, ......, for this kind of person, maybe it's just bullshit, and it's not bullshit.

He stared at the firelight, and the fire flickered, and his eyes flickered, flickering like ghostly fire in hell.

The door opened, and a man walked in.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

The man stood seven feet above him, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The dark eyes were empty and without a trace of emotion, staring and poking at him like a gun.

It was only then that a woman appeared behind him, a woman who was not ugly, a woman who was very popular with men. He took a sip of wine before shaking his head and saying, "Are you humans or ghosts?" ”

Wusheng said: "I'm still a human now, and I'm about to become a ghost." ”

"Then you've come to the right place."

"You're welcome someone like me."

"Not only is it welcome, but I like it so much."

Silent without life.

"I don't have anyone like you here."

"Why?"

"I'm selling coffins, and if I don't meet people like you, I don't have any money to buy wine."

Speechless, his eyes were already staring and poking into the distance through the window.

At this moment, an eerie voice wafted from outside the house.

"Do you welcome me, then?"

"Not welcome."

"But I'm here."

The man was silent, his body shrunk into a ball, and he trembled.

He was panicked, frightened, and didn't know what to do.

Wusheng said: "Then you are human?" Or a ghost? ”

"I'm not a human, I'm not a ghost."

"Then you must be a pig."

There was no speech outside, but it was gasping, gasping for excessive rage.

Wusheng said: "Why don't you come out?" ”

"I can't come out."

"Why can't you come out?"

"I'm going to scare you guys when I come out."

"Are you uglier than a pig?"

The wheezing voice outside was thicker, and he said, "Then don't blame me." ”

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind blew in a white coat, and I couldn't see my legs, I couldn't see my head, and one hand stretched out to hook everywhere, and then the wine jug next to the fire floated up and floated over.

The hand grasped the flask, and the white coat fluttered out of the window.

Yang Qing said: "That's a ghost? ”

Silent without life.

There was the sound of waves outside, the sound of over-excited, over-happy waves.

"Good wine, really good wine."

Wusheng said: "You seem to be drunk." ”

"Yes, good wine is easy to get drunk."

"Are you going to be drunk?"

"Yes, I like to be drunk."

He really liked to play drunk, and he crouched by the door like a child, stretched out his hand, hooked and hooked, and then the coffin floated up, up and down, left and right, and swayed.

The man inside had gone mad with joy, and he was about to go mad with joy.

He laughed and screamed desperately. "It's fun, do you like it?"

What no one likes, only he will like.

He didn't seem to be able to enjoy it, and his other hand stretched out again, hook, and then the rabbit that was jumping around the fire suddenly floated up and floated over, and suddenly a head came out of the white coat, a head close to a skeleton, and he opened his mouth wide before he could stretch it out.

The rabbit struggled to scream, writhe, and bleed.

A cold wind blew, and drops of blood fell.

He suddenly vomited, and the rabbit fluttered twice on the ground before falling, motionless.

He screamed and said, "That rabbit must be female, I don't like it." ”

Drops of blood had fallen from his mouth onto his coat.

Wusheng said: "Then what do you like?" ”

"I like men's blood."

Silent and standing like a stone statue.

His eyes stared at and poked his white coat like a gun, and said, "Are you a soul seducing night flower?" ”

The white coat screamed suddenly, his wheezing disappeared, his body suddenly trembled, his hands suddenly stiffened, he didn't move, and the coffin suddenly fell to the ground and stopped floating.

"You're really talented, so you can recognize me."

Wusheng said: "You like men's blood? ”

Yehua said: "Yes, I like it too much." ”

Wusheng said: "How much I like it." ”

Night Flower said: "You can like it as much as you like." ”

Wusheng said: "Am I a man?" ”

Yehua said: "You are a man among men." ”

Silent, arms outstretched, waiting.

Nightflower screamed and hooked her hands, and Wusheng suddenly floated over.

He screamed and rode on top of Wusheng, screaming and biting, and then suddenly fell limply to the side, not moving.

Suddenly there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

It was as silent as if only the sound of the fire could be heard.

Wheezing and struggling to his feet, he stood up like a stone statue and walked towards the iron pot.

His eyes stared at the iron pot like a gun, and said, "This looks pretty good." ”

The man forced himself to stand up and said, "Yes." ”

Wusheng said: "Then can I taste it?" ”

The man nodded, nodding his head like a child's hand.

Wusheng stretched out his fingers and stirred it inside, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and said, "You don't seem to have put salt." ”

The man scratched his head and said, "I'll let it go." ”

Wusheng said: "Then you taste it?" ”

The man scooped a spoonful and tasted it, and suddenly glared at Wusheng, as if he was going to stare him to death, and said, "Why are you ......?" ”

Wusheng said: "You are the coffin flower of the world." ”

Coffin Hua gritted her teeth, the muscles on her face suddenly twisted, and said, "How do you know?" ”

Speechless, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His eyes were empty and he stared like a spear, poked at the coffin and slipped like mud, and no longer moved.

Yang Qing suddenly pounced on Wusheng, but found that he was holding a coffin.

Wusheng said: "Don't come near me. ”

Yang Qing nodded and pulled his cloak. said: "You ......." ”

Wusheng gasped, turned around, and left.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he collapsed, then gasped and struggled to his feet, standing up like a stone statue, and walked on.

It was pitch black ahead, a maddening, lonely, crumbling pitch black.