List of strange talismans

Chapter 15 Flowering

As long as you want.

Gu Xiuya was touched by White's decisive tone.

He thought of the twisted visions he saw each time he sank into the real world.He had long felt that those visions were symptoms of some kind of hidden message, just not understood by human's barren senses.

Then he remembered the information that could not be clearly seen in the gray liquid. If consciousness can really change the organs, then can he make the vision sharper and the brain smarter, so as to... understand the mystery of the gray liquid? Woolen cloth?
This is very important to him, a pair of sharp eyes is enough to provide a powerful boost for the new journey in the future.

With this thought, Gu Xiuya suddenly felt a faint heat on his forehead.

A fuzzy picture emerged in his consciousness, which was countless vine-like tentacles darting and flying in the gray matter of his brain.

Time seemed to speed up suddenly at this moment, and Gu Xiuya saw that each tentacle began to vibrate rapidly, and some complicated patterns gradually emerged on the tips of the tentacles, gradually condensing large pieces of purple spores.

At a certain moment, the spores accumulated like eggs suddenly erupted, turned into purple powder mist and slowly scattered, and submerged in the ganglia as numerous as Ganges sand in the blink of an eye.

Something seemed to be growing in his brain.

Gu Xiuya felt a little dizzy, and silently pinched the center of his brows.

After he felt a little better, he clicked on White's profile picture and sent a message.

"Professor, I have a question to ask you."

The first to come is the automatic reply.

"It's impossible to refund the fee, and it's impossible to refund the fee in this life! I have used the money to confess to many witches such as Osserry, Amiya, Annabelle, and Belinda. They belong to the gods now."

"By the way, Yisang Kingdom's private confession service is very good. Anyone can get peace of mind and recognize their own limits there. I suggest that all allies have the opportunity to try it."

Gu Xiuya was a little helpless.

It looks like this Professor White has lost contact.

After thinking about it, he still left his own question and expressed his willingness to provide 10 yuan in consulting fees.

Afterwards, Gu Xiuya realized that it was already late at night, so he stopped studying the gold coins, instead washed up a bit, and went to bed.

In the dream, he once again saw the large rusty bronze ruler that pierced the sky and the earth.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Gu Xiuya vaguely noticed that the scale on the ruler rose slightly.

……

In the next few days, Gu Xiuya seemed to have returned to his previous life, and it was rare for him to live a life as peaceful as water.

The mysterious force that trapped him in the stairwell did not appear again. Except for occasionally being watched by strange female neighbors when he went out to fetch meat, the biggest trouble was that the property management came to his door and asked him to pack up and move out before the end of the month.After all, the house has been returned by Gu Ning.

Gu Xiuya didn't care about this. Before the news of jumping from the building was forgotten by everyone, no one would come to the twelfth floor where people died to seek rent.

He stayed at home all day, except for cooking to satisfy his appetite, all the rest of his free time was spent studying that gold coin.

Unfortunately, this kind of research based on the simple observation of human beings has little effect, and it is still difficult for Gu Xiuya to effectively identify the information attached to the gray liquid.

The only change during this period is that the tentacles in the skull bloomed.

These vine-like tentacles, after Gu Xiuya read White's message and had a strong 'willingness to change', seemed to undergo some kind of accelerated transformation. Now they have completely lost the characteristics of animals and resemble real plants.

It bloomed densely in Gu Xiuya's brain, and its roots penetrated deep into the entire cerebral cortex, and its density was comparable to the number of neurons.

No, it might just be a new kind of "neuron."

Gu Xiuya sometimes thinks that if a person really has a soul, his soul should already be covered with sores and roots.

He didn't know if the change was good or bad, and he could only hope that it wouldn't get too bad.Because in this matter, he has no ability to change.

At the same time, the monster body residing in his spine also became more and more restless as time went by.

This restlessness even started to have a strong inductive effect, almost driving him to swallow the gold coins several times in a daze.

It's not that Gu Xiuya didn't think about obeying the things in his body, after all, he had eaten a lot of incense ash because of it before, and there was no major problem.

But he always had a feeling—the information hidden in the gray liquid should not be received by the digestive tract.

With such a primitive method of enlightenment, I am afraid that more things will be lost than gained.

As a last resort, he could only minimize the number of times he touched the gold coins, and endured silently. At the same time, he hoped that the professor would remember his own job as soon as possible and reply to him for the sake of money.

At least... should we try to negotiate a price?

The only good news is that the tentacles in the tap water are still full of vitality, and the limit is far from visible, giving him plenty of time to choose.

During this period, Mr. Yan came back once, but did not meet Gu Xiuya. She just took a shower, changed her clothes, listened quietly to the movement next door with the wind blowing on the balcony, and hurried out again.

What remained with the clothes were a large variety of food gift packages, and two mystic books that my predecessor liked.

Gu Xiuya, who has an adult soul, quickly recognized that these were two pirated books. The so-called mysterious stories in them were full of fables, with various spiritual insights and chicken soup philosophies attached.

Mr. Yan's intentions are clear. She took great pains to do what her predecessor wanted, just to bring the 16-year-old boy's life back on track.

But Mr. Yan's behavior is undoubtedly clumsy. She has never been in a relationship, doesn't know how to take care of children, and doesn't know that men are more sensitive than women at certain times.

On this day, Gu Xiuya saw a box of leftover antibiotics at Mr. Yan's house.

And the bloody tattered coat that was hidden under the sofa.

The soul as an adult thinks for a while, and thinks that people can't, at least shouldn't... eat and drink for free like this.

In the following days, in Gu Xiuya's post-meal digestion activities, there was an extra project of climbing over the wall and going to the next door to clean the room.

In this way, a few more days passed.

Mr. Yan went home again, leaving behind a lot of feeding packages and a note.

"You don't need to wash your underwear."

This time the handwriting was slightly messy, with large blobs of blackened ink.

Gu Xiuya pasted the note on the incandescent light bulb, and saw some blurred writing from under the ink stain.

"How can you!"

"do you have……"

"You brat..."

What was covered under the black ink stains was not only the hesitant interrogation, but also Mr. Yan's indiscernible complex emotions.

Later, Mr. Yan learned to classify clothes.So far, Gu Xiuya has not been able to see the colorful fabrics appearing in places other than the bedroom.

This is his guess, after all, he has never entered the bedroom.

Time passed slowly in a kind of tacit understanding, and there seemed to be something more in the peaceful life, but there seemed to be nothing.

The woman never asked about things in the hospital, and never asked what the boy was doing at home all day, just like the boy never asked about the endless wounds and blood on the woman's clothes.

Boys and women start walking through the same location at different times, and then end up behind a wall and live their lives separately.

The only intersection between the two is that they occasionally look at the same moon at night.At this time, the boy would always sit paralyzed on the bed, with almost uncontrollable pain in his eyes.The woman would sing a song, drink halfway through, and let out a faint sigh.

Sometimes Gu Xiuya could smell the smell of burning incense leaves coming from the next door, and this smell greatly soothed the pain he was suffering.He once left a message to ask Mr. Yan, and Mr. Yan said that it was the only comfort she took away from her hometown.

Gu Xiuya never mentioned this matter again after that, because he suddenly knew that there are two people who can't go back to their hometown now.

Soon, life, in a blissful yet unbearable calm, came to an end.

After a week, Gu Xiuya finally received White's reply.

(End of this chapter)