Great Qin Xiuxian Biography

Chapter 29

At the moment when the corridor lights flickered, Wang Mang turned around and went downstairs from another corridor.

Came downstairs, put the heat preservation bag in the tool box of the electric tricycle, and then unlocked it with fingerprints, Wang Mang hurried away on the electric tricycle.

The moon is bright tonight, and there are no cars or people on the road. Wang Mang rides an electric tricycle alone and travels leisurely.

The green trees on both sides of the road grow luxuriantly, covering the moonlight.The shops on both sides are closed, with various sublet information posted.

These shops seem to have been closed for many years.

The facade is covered with thick dust, deep and dilapidated.The facades of each house are connected, and there is no light.At first glance, it was dark, like graves next to each other.

"Sure, this is in a dream."

Wang Mang was riding an electric tricycle, thinking, "Then, if you give away eight pigs this time, plus mine, is it nine pigs?"

"No, this time, I have to take the initiative."

Thinking of this, Wang Mang couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, his handsome face was sinister and awe-inspiring.

……

A dark cloud passed silently, covering the moonlight.All of a sudden, the eyes dimmed a lot.

Empty streets, lonely night, dim street lights.There is only a bright light in the distance between heaven and earth.

Like the only hope in the lonely sea of ​​night.

There is the pork transshipment center.

Wang Mang thinks this shot is very charming, the hope of the other, the despair of the pig, there is indeed a little bit of artistic conception.

Riding a bicycle, Wang Mang entered the pork transfer center.

woohoo~
The wind gusts, rushing straight into his arms.

The strong smell of blood and pig manure mixed together, and Wang Mang felt that he had fallen into a cesspit that had not been washed for years.

Rush!
Very aggressive!

"Hey, Mang boy is here!" A pig-headed boss greeted Wang Mang, "I happen to have three good ones here, how about you?"

With that said, the pig-headed boss pointed to the shop behind him.

In the dimly lit shop, three headless men hang upside down.Blood dripped, dripping from their bowl-sized necks.

"No, I've already made a reservation at Uncle Yang."

Wang Mang didn't stop and continued to move forward.

The pork transshipment center is as big as two football fields. Except for a few shops, the lights are on, and the other shops are shrouded in a shadow.

The black shadows seemed to be alive, constantly protruding towards Wang Mang, as if they wanted to break free and devour Wang Mang.

"Little Master!"

Passing by a shop, the black shadow of the shop suddenly dissipated, revealing the scenery inside the shop.

Warm oil lamps, rose-colored veils, a pair of mandarin duck pillows and a bright red peony quilt on the sandalwood bed.

On the side of the big bed, in front of the dressing table, a Miaoman woman in cool white gauze is carrying Wang Mang behind her back, doing her makeup in front of the bronze mirror.

In the bronze mirror, the woman has no face.

She picked up the red pen and drew a small cherry mouth for herself, and the resentful opera sound came out of her mouth.

"The girl in the boudoir is bored, worried like the spring evening, looking forward to the good news, waiting for the good news, but there is no news... Full of lovesickness, who should I tell... Helpless, the door is hidden in the last spring, and I am sad..."①
While singing softly, she picked up the eyebrow pencil and drew an eyebrow and one eye for herself. The eyebrows were like willow leaves, and the eyes were like flowing waves.

At this time, the woman saw Wang Mang passing by on an electric tricycle through the bronze mirror.

"Little Master!"

The paintbrush in her hand fell, and the woman stood up in surprise, turned around, and trotted expectantly to the front of the shop.

an eyebrow,

one eye,

a mouth,

Holding Sherpa in her hands, tears dripped down, filled with endless sorrow and lovesickness.

"Little Master!"

The voice is sad.

"Little Master!"

Through the invisible film, the woman stood alone at the door of the store, watching Wang Mang leave.

Tears rolled down her eyes, her mouth, her face.

Very sad.

"Little Master!"

"Hiss..." Wang Mang's heart twitched, "These female ghosts are becoming more and more terrifying!"

"Yo, Xiao Wang is here!"

In front of a store, the lights are bright.

At the entrance of the shop, a man less than 1.5 meters tall was sitting on a bench, sharpening his razor.

The man has gray hair and a mustache with personality.He is Uncle Yang, and Wang Mang wants to get eight pigs from him.

"Here we come, Uncle Yang." Wang Mang parked the car and stared at the shiny razor in Uncle Yang's hand, "Your razor is well maintained!"

"That's right!" Uncle Yang raised his head triumphantly, "After all, he is a guy who eats."

As he spoke, he stood up and led Wang Mang to the table, "Come on, your eight pigs are all ready."

"Not bad!" Wang Mang checked again.

The shop was covered with black and white pig hairs and blood stains that were still flowing.

On the table, eight pigs were randomly disembowelled, their internal organs exposed.The large and small intestines of three pigs were cut open by the blade, exposing the stinking pig manure inside.

"This pig is so good, it's much heavier than before!" Wang Mang exclaimed.

"That is!"

Brother Yang put down the razor in his hand, settled the bill with Wang Mang, and then helped Wang Mang lift the pig onto the electric tricycle.

"Is your broken car still usable?" Brother Yang kicked the flat tire of the electric tricycle and asked.

"Let's just let it go, it's too poor." Wang Mang expressed helplessness.

"How about that? I know a coffin transporter. He has a car. I'll introduce it to you later." Brother Yang raised his head, his eyes flashed red.

"Then it's kind, can you give me the coffin?" Wang Mang said with a smile.

"Send the coffin?" Brother Yang was stunned by Wang Mang's words, and asked, "Is it for you?"

"Of course it's for you!"

Knife light passed.

Brother Yang fell to the ground clutching his neck.It turned out that at some point, Wang Mang took the razor.

"Now we have gathered nine pigs."

Wang Mang moved Brother Yang to the electric tricycle, put away the razor, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Little husband."

A faint voice sounded from behind, and the lights in Brother Yang's shop suddenly went out.A small hand came out from the darkness, and slowly put a paint-smeared face on Wang Mang's shoulder.

"thief, where are you running!"

Wang Mang yelled loudly, ignored him, rode on the electric tricycle, and fled away as if flying.

The darkness blew out like ink.

The few lights in the pork transshipment center gradually went out.

"boom!"

The electric tricycle smashed open the half-closed back door, rushed out of the alley, and onto the road without stopping at all.

"Little Master!"

The darkness was like a tide, following Wang Mang closely, his faint call looming.

"The dream has changed!"

Wang Mang felt a little apprehensive in his pleasant surprise. After ten years of dreaming, there was finally an obvious change.

The ancient boudoir, the faceless woman with painted eyebrows and eyes, these are pictures that have never appeared before.

Although Wang Mang also made a big kill in his dream before, the scene that appeared has never had such a strong sense of age.

Even the last dream was just a little old-fashioned.

And this darkness...the darkness chasing him like ink, never before.

"I don't know what will happen if I am swallowed by this darkness?"

Wang Mang's whole body was shaking, shaking uncontrollably with excitement!
"No! Calm down! Keep calm!"

Wang Mang suddenly realized that he seemed to be out of control!The excitement of the whole body is out of control!

"No! Keep calm!"

Once in a dream, no matter how crazy and hysterical he was, Wang Mang could keep a part of himself, and he clearly knew that this was to release the pressure and pain in the dream.

But it's different now, he hasn't been sliced ​​at all, why is there an uncontrollable excitement and madness all over his body?

"what happened?"

"Could it be that the secondary personality has been formed by playing for a long time?"

"Impossible! I have to adjust and check every time!"

"But what's with this irrepressible madness?"

"Is it learned madness?"

"No, I suddenly want to laugh!"

"What's the matter with this joy, excitement, and madness?"

"I really want to laugh~ I really want to laugh~ I can't bear it anymore!"

"Ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Just like a researcher who solves a problem, after ten years, one day he finally finds his eyebrows, and he can't restrain his excitement.

Wang Mang suddenly looked like a lunatic who couldn't help laughing, trembling all over, facing the wind, laughing crazily.

Even, because he couldn't bear it, there were still two lines of tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"Hahahaha~"

The uncontrollable laughter finally exploded unscrupulously. Wang Mang raised his head, with an expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and opened his mouth wide to the sky hahahaha.

Since you can't bear it, learn to adapt.

"Hahaha~"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the electric tricycle shook, as if it had hit something.

"Hitted into a pedestrian? Looks familiar!"

"It doesn't matter, I really want to laugh!"

This thought flashed in Wang Mang's mind, and then he was conquered by his own laughter again, and rode away laughing.

On the spot, the Pervert King struggled to get up, smoothing the ruts on his face.

"Who was that just now? A pig-headed man?"

The Pervert King was puzzled, "Where is this?"

He looked around blankly, and then saw the surging darkness.

The darkness was silent, without the slightest ray of light, making the pervert king unable to breathe for a while.

"not good!"

The pervert king exclaimed, turned around and chased after Wang Mang's tricycle.

"Take me! Take me! I'm not in the car yet!"

　PS: ①Excerpt from Henan Opera "Tears of Lovesickness".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)