Panguan

He lives and dies in this world, coming and going for more than ten rounds, and he still doesn't quite understand many things. It's like there is something this old man can't let go of.

Maybe it's because I don't have a spiritual aspect, or maybe it's because I've been a judge for too many years. I thought to myself when I smelled it.

Without those stumps, the ghost in the small building is much less ghostly, but the bathroom is still a very atmospheric place.

Xia Qiao cried and shrank himself up and moved to the wall little by little.

"Why are you so biased?" Wen Shi asked.

"It can't be empty behind." Xia Qiao said, "Otherwise, you always feel that there is someone behind you."

"..."

Smell it.

He thought about it and said, "Anyway, it's all about moving, so let's move further."

Xia Qiao didn't react: "Huh?"

"I want to see what's going on in the bedroom." Wen Shi said, "Move this camera back."

Xia Qiao's voice trembled: "Ah?"

Xie Wen seemed to agree: "The old man will come out to change towels and get things in a while, you can take the opportunity to go in and put the mirror on your head, and we can watch from both sides."

"..."

Xia Qiao felt that these two wanted him to die...

But he was powerless to resist.

Five minutes later, the bedroom door creaked, and the old man shuffled out and walked towards the kitchen. Under the urging of the "devil", Xia Qiao ran into the bedroom with tears in her eyes, holding her skirt and mirror.

He didn't dare to stop at all, he put the mirror on the cupboard and rolled it down immediately. really roll...

Unfortunately, before I got to the door, I heard the old man coming back. In a hurry, he saw a crack in the old-fashioned wardrobe, so he hurriedly got in.

The old man was holding a white porcelain bowl, holding a spoon while gently stirring, and walked to the side of the room.

His attention was on the sleeping child, and he didn't seem to notice that the mirror on his head was back, and naturally he didn't see the shadow in the mirror when he smelled it.

When I smelled it, I thought that the old man brought medicine or food. After all, when ordinary people encounter a child who faints and falls ill, the first reaction must be this.

But when the bowl was placed on the head, he realized that there was a handful of incense ash mixed with water.

He stared at the incense ash and thought:

The old man can't take it anymore, he wants to kill this unfortunate child?

Chapter 11 Withering

However, it soon became apparent that this was not the case...

Because the puppet on the chat is actually dead.

The old man lifted the quilt, and the little boy's hands and feet had turned into dead branches, the gray-brown bark replaced most of his skin, and only the abdomen and above still barely kept his human appearance.

This process is called "withering", which means the death of the puppet.

Is this dead?

He was a little surprised when he heard it.

He clearly remembered that he didn't penetrate the little boy's heart and wouldn't kill him, so why did he suddenly wither?

But he instantly understood that this scene was not a follow-up to his injury to the child, but something that happened in reality.

It has always remained in the memory of the old man, and it is very impressive. What happened in the cage was somewhat similar to the past, so this scene jumped out.

This is not fiction, but the past.

The little boy on the chuáng closed his eyes, nestled in the quilt, and was lifeless. The rough bark is still slowly spreading, like smudged ink, but the skin is getting less and less.

After a while, the traces of withering spread to the front chest.

The imprint on his heart was white, like a rotting spot on a branch, still indistinguishable.

He stared at the mark when he smelled it, frowning slightly.

Suddenly he heard someone speak in a deep voice and asked him, "What's wrong?"

He suddenly regained his senses, and when he turned around, he saw Xie Wen approaching.

The space inside the mirror is very strange. It corresponds to the outside of the mirror. There is also a desk and a window sill, but they are all blurry, like a white fog covering them.

Xie Wen leaned against the desk and stood in the fog.

He still had the branches that were broken when he entered the cage in his hand, and he couldn't throw them away for the time being.

"Are you coming here?" Wen Shi said, the voice in the mirror was also very faint, and it couldn't reach the outside unless it was improved.

"I can't come?" Xie Wen even seemed very surprised, and returned to his usual expression in the next second: "Everything always comes first, why don't we take a look at whoever occupies the mirror site first?"

"..."

How old are you, who is going to move the ground with you?

He ignored him when he smelled it, glanced at him and looked away.

After a while, he suddenly said, "Do you know withering?"

"Huh?" Xie Wen straightened up and walked over, glanced at the little boy on the bed, and instantly understood, "Oh, of course I know."

He looked at him suspiciously.

"What is your expression, I shouldn't know?" Xie asked.

"no."

You should know, but it shouldn't be this look.

The "withering" of normal puppets is instantaneous, one second is still alive, and the next second it falls to the ground and turns into white cotton threads with dead branches and leaves.

Slowly withering like this means that the level of the person who makes this puppet is extremely high, which is rare in the world.

Such a puppet, don't say

Ordinary people, not even the judges, have seen many people, especially the judges of later generations. At first glance, ordinary people do not realize that this is a process of "withering", but instead think that something else has gone wrong with the little boy.