Chapter 90: Painted Skin
Night, gradually silent.
In the wind, the two people who hid their faces in the dark stood quietly behind the red cross on the roof of the outpatient department of Anning Hospital, watching everything in the game with a condescending attitude, like the two sides of the game, watching chess without saying a word.
The candle went out and the song began.
The white figure swaying in the wind flickered like a flame, and her dancing figure walked back and forth, echoing in the quiet and uninhabited corridor of the ward, echoing like the sobbing of the soul of the underworld.
"Looks like our friends are ready to greet us." Tang Yuefei smiled, turned the car key and stopped the car at the entrance of the hospital.
"How do you know?" Lu Cheng asked.
"Listen." Instead of rushing to answer, she pointed to her ears and made a quiet gesture.
There really is a song in the wind.
"When the lang is in the heart, and the concubine is broken,
"The grievances are known,
"It's not easy to meet and separate,
"The abandoned woman is now too late to repent,
"Do you remember the phoenix that day,
"Do you remember to continue to be kind and have been in other branches,
"Do you have no place to stay in the old love,
"If there is a mother, fatherless, and an orphan,
"Guess you,
"Do you know that I have been sick for a long time and have become tuberculosis,
"Soon I will die of grief for you!"
It's a song, but it's better to say it's a play, because of the high-pitched and tactful tone of the play, the style of the whole piece is a chilling creepy. Lu Cheng bared his teeth, and consciously summoned the Black Dragon Sword without being reminded by the proprietress.
There is no doubt that the female ghost in the altar has escaped, and there is no accident, but judging from the psionic field in this hospital, tonight's danger is only worse than that of the demon dean that day.
""The Song of Chu Renmei", have you heard it?" The proprietress said coldly, the lonely wind of the night had rendered her face the color of frost.
"No, what's the matter?"
"A very popular Hong Kong and Taiwan horror movie back then, "The Old Corpse of the Mountain Village", you haven't seen it?" Tang Yuefei frowned.
"Oh!" Lu Cheng nodded suddenly, "I've heard of this!" But I was timid and didn't look. What does it have to do with this song of Chu people's beauty? ”
"The story of the first part is about the ghost of a famous Cantonese opera singer named Chu Renmei, whose husband set up a plot of adultery and killed his wife in order to achieve the purpose of abandoning his wife and combining it with the daughter of a rich family, so that his wife was beaten to death by stones, and even threw her body into a barren mountain. After death, the soul of the dead will not be dispersed and turn into a ghost, this song of Chu Renmei is the soundtrack of the drama when he appears. The hostess explained.
"! But this is a hospital, isn't the appearance of this song a little too time-traveling? Lu Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"Not really." Tang Yuefei sneered and shook her head, "This song is about Chu Renmei, and at the same time, it is also the principal's daughter herself. She loves He Feng, but from her point of view, He Feng did lose her, this man is still thinking about that Qin Xueyi after ten years, and the greatest sorrow for a woman is probably nothing more than this. 'When Lang is in the happy place, and the concubine is broken, do you know if I have been sick for a long time and become tuberculosis, and I will soon die of sadness for you!' Hehe, isn't it really her? As I said, the end of the world is approaching. If I'm not mistaken, his death should be tonight. ”
"Uh......" Lu Cheng shook his head, and said in his heart that I really don't understand the matter between you, "What do you think?" He asked.
"This song has a high degree of restoration," Tang Yuefei said as if answering a question, "When I first heard it, I almost thought it was the soundtrack of the movie." can sing the sadness here so poignantly, except for the deep resentment, I am afraid that there is no better explanation. Probably even if He Feng still has Yang Shou, that woman will not let him stay in the Yang Realm, right? Our action has already alerted her, and tonight, if she fails to take He Feng to the secluded capital because of her soft-heartedness, then as soon as the day dawns, there will inevitably be infinite variables. That song is being sung to He Feng, and she is also singing to us, she is telling us not to cause trouble in disguise. ”
"Why?"
"Because the ending of that movie is that except for the two supporting characters who really love each other, everyone else, including the protagonist, will die at the hands of female ghosts." Tang Yuefei looked into his eyes and said slowly.
"Okay. Count her ruthless. Lu Cheng swallowed his saliva and wiped his cold sweat.
"No resentment is not a ghost, a powerful ghost is a ghost, because it is no longer a pure yin spirit, so even if the soul goes to the dark capital, it will not be able to die, unless the resentment dissipates, otherwise it will never be reborn. In their opinion, the easiest and most intuitive way to resolve grievances may be to kill the person who has just turned into a resentful spirit. Tang Yuefei said as she walked quickly to the inpatient building, "Hurry up, it's up to us whether we can stop this or not." ”
"Hmm." Lu Cheng nodded, glanced at the black cat who was dozing off on the edge of the outer wall of the hospital, as if he had calmed down, and followed Tang Yuefei's steps into the building where he had been here more than once.
When I actually entered the building, the singing was blurred. The shrill voice began to fade away, and compared to the harshness of being outside the hospital, it had slowly transformed into a maggot-like mental torture on the tarsal bones. Obviously, he no longer heard the content of the lyrics, but Lu Cheng could clearly feel that the voice was rooted in his brain little by little, he tried to cover his ears, but what he found was that the voice echoing in his head had not become smaller at all.
"Don't struggle," probably seeing his thoughts, Tang Yuefei sneered and said, "This voice is directly psychological, as long as you are still afraid, you will inevitably have auditory hallucinations." This thing is like a psychotoxin, and from the moment we hear the singing at the entrance of the hospital, we have been poisoned. ”
"Will it have an impact on the rest of the battle?" Lu Cheng asked the question he was most concerned about.
"It doesn't have much impact, but the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for us," Tang Yuefei thought for a moment, "For example, do you feel cold now?" ”
Lu Cheng sniffed, "There is a little, more of a feeling is panic." ”
"That's right, the spirit dominates the body, and it won't be long before this kind of fear from the bottom of your heart will cause your body temperature to drop significantly, and your body functions and state will also deteriorate rapidly. The subtle influence will make you not even have the courage to draw your sword at your opponent the moment you actually start a battle. ”
"It's not that exaggerated!" Lu Cheng was heartbroken by what she said, "Then how can you fight this?" Go home! Anyway, he He Feng was originally a person who was about to die, life and death are a matter of life and wealth, so why should we go to this troubled water? ”
"Hehe, look at your little bit of interest." Tang Yue smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated! This trick is also to deal with ordinary people, you and I are still in the psychic bloodline, and to a large extent, we are resistant to this kind of spiritual demonic magic. ”
Lu Cheng pursed his lips, except for a wave of tide in his heart, he didn't feel the slightest bit of resistance.
The search process for a ward is simple. Because of the entire black hole in the inpatient department, only one ward is bright.
It's a little convention: when a patient is dying, the lights in the ward are always on, because the dying are afraid of the dark.
Similarly, He Feng, who is a vegetative person, is no exception.
At this moment, that person was sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in white and dressed, smiling like a flower. Her hand brushed his pale cheek and pulled out the oxygen tube in his nostril and the needle in his arm that carried glucose.
"Do you remember the phoenix that day,
"Do you remember to continue to be kind and have been in other branches,
"Do you have no place to stay in the old love,
"Guess you,
"Do you know that I have been sick for a long time and have become tuberculosis,
"Soon I will die of grief for you!"
The man in the hospital bed suddenly smiled and left tears, he knew everything, but he didn't want to say it.
Bursts of bright red gradually crept up the walls of the ward, and the white fluorescent lamps shone through like blood. It was a flame of tears and blood. There is no light, no temperature in the secluded capital of the underworld, only the pale swimming and the horror of the flowers on the other side of the blood. The dancing red also danced on the walls of the ground like a celebrity, and they played the role of fire, a fire deep underground, without temperature, but capable of scorching all souls.
It was as if the clock had gone back ten years.
The location is still the same dormitory, and the campus is full of willows outside the window.
She leaned into his arms, wailing and weeping in the smoke that covered her eyes.
Gradually, tears washed over her face, and the white and flawless human skin slowly faded in the blood-red fire. She revealed her true face, the demonic face that had passed the fire, half of her black hair of different lengths scattered in minutes, and her eyes were full of endless resentment and the madness that destroyed everything.
If it weren't for the muttering at the moment of dying, she probably wouldn't have known where this man's true heart belonged for the rest of her life, right?
Love, love, who are you supposed to say sorry to?
Let's end it. She smiled with satisfaction, picked up the man on the hospital bed, and embraced him like she had done ten years ago. Life and death cannot separate them, just as time cannot tear them apart.
"Ahem!"
At this moment, a coughing sound sounded, breaking everything in the memory!
Lu Cheng pushed open the door unhurriedly, and the red cold flames like the dancing snakes in the ward suddenly stopped! "I'm sorry!" He looked at the two people who were hugging each other affectionately on the hospital bed, suddenly subconsciously took a step back, and then asked timidly, "Am I at the wrong time?" ”
She sneered and let go of He Feng in her arms.
Since someone wants to accompany the funeral, why can't they fulfill it?
The woman behind Lu Cheng seemed to be late, or pretending to be mysterious, and it took at least ten breaths to push the door and enter the scene.
"What the hell, why did you stop when you got to the door?" Tang Yue asked with a frown.
"What," Lu Cheng scratched his head, "People are making out inside, are we waiting outside for a while?" ”
"Haha, just like her, still affectionate?" The proprietress almost didn't laugh out of her eyes.
Lu Cheng reacted at this time, glanced at the ghost thing that had faded from the human skin disguise next to the bed, and suddenly almost scared his heart out.
The ghost sneered twice, and unhurriedly put on the human skin again. A moment later, another "young version of Qin Xueyi" appeared in front of the two, with a charming look and a wandering gaze.
"Sure enough, after death, his appearance was ruined, and he didn't dare to show his true face, because of his ugly skin, he used human skin as a disguise, and he was born beautiful, often haunted by married men's homes, and liked to eat unfaithful and volatile flowers." Tang Yuefei smiled, and the chill in her eyes grew, "Now I finally know why this guy makes the old Taoist feel tricky, it turns out that he is above the ghosts, the monsters are not full, not ghosts and demons, and he is a painted skin ghost who turns into a resentful shape." ”
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