The Haunted

I am late. Hesitating for a moment, looking at the black-gold mask, under the swaying candlelight, the smile on the mask adds a bit of evil.

He opened his mouth and did not speak.

The voice opened again, hoarse and dull, as if crawling out of **** to discuss the kiss: "How? Unwilling?"

Lately, he lowered his eyes and looked at the incense stick on the case: "I already have someone I like."

He did not know why the gods in this temple would ask such a strange request, and whether there was any deep meaning and mystery hidden.

He also did not know how much anger and unwillingness this sentence caused in the voice of the master of the voice. In an instant, he even wanted to pick up the little broken temple.

I have been guarding my baby for more than ten years, and I have been petting for so many years at the tip of my heart. I have confessed to him in such a situation. He already has someone he likes? His trace of spirit always attached to him, and he did not even notice the slightest clue. He always thought that he was a stupid, not open-minded, and even secretly thought that it would be good to not open up. He could always teach him to open up and teach him to know and love, so that all his tender feelings are all my own.

He doesn't even know who that person will be. Is the girl in their school who looks sweet and has many people like it? Aunt doesn't look at her more because she doesn't feel it, but because she is shy? Still next to this stupid big man who has married his wife and got married, but was taken back by the aunt? Auntie is not treating him as a brother?

It’s not always possible to be yourself. When I met Auntie, I was only 14 years old. I could barely call it a teenager. But Auntie was only nine years old, but a doll. He was only sixteen and a half years old when he left. Although the average child is precocious and early, the age of 14 or 5 years old has already known that he is hiding from the teacher and parents, but his aunt is stupid than other children. He is so stupid that he feels distressed. In my arms, I am afraid that I will always treat him as a brother until I leave.

And in his most youthful two years of youth, he didn't get involved; when he was behind him, he stayed with him all night, holding him all night, slapping him, stealing him, his stupid aunt wouldn't know.

So even if Auntie wants to be jealous at the moment, likes others, he should not blame him, and slowly bring him back to his side.

When I think of it, he gradually calms down his emotions, but he still has some meanings: "Is that person you like is so important? Can he not want to kiss me, even the life of you and your friends?"

Late looking at Song Jin, who was unconscious on the right wall, showed a hint of hesitation on his face. If it is really just a kiss, you can exchange two people for a chance to live. He will be willing. He is not so conservative and stubborn. It is very clear that he is arrogant. Moreover, he has already kissed the person with a variety of unobtrusive opportunities, and he will not see the talents here.

Just a kiss is simple and eccentric, and people can't believe it. He is afraid that there are other traps behind this, and he is too late to agree.

"If you don't agree, go out from here now." The more he valued the person, the more he could not restrain the arrogance and anger in his heart. "Right, I should let you see what it looks like outside."

He only felt cold in his eyes. He closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened it, he could see the scene outside the temple through the two black doors.

The "people" were all outside the door, and several fleas holding paper lanterns in their hands were standing in front and the rest of the villagers were behind. It’s just that the sight that I’ve seen lately is very different from before. The burning of orange lanterns in the paper lanterns is not the warm orange fire, but the ghosts of the blue, the ghosts are shining, everyone’s face is pale and expression Stiff and hard, all without the kindness and easygoing seen in the day.

At first glance, there is no one living.

Several of them were horrible and showed a devilish appearance, indicating that they had killed people. Ying Ying, the little girl at the guest house, and the few fleas who are headed are here.

No wonder he and Song Jin can't show the shadow under the candlelight. They are human beings, and there is no shadow under the wildfire.

He once heard that someone is born with yin and yang, can see things that ordinary people can't see, or see through the yin and yang nature of things, but he does not have this ability. There are also some psychic methods that enable ordinary people to see ghosts that are not normally seen. That should be the way to apply this technique to him.

Looking up slowly to the sky.

The darkness of the sky, but not the clear night, but the haze of black and gray, hovering and reciprocating, it is a layer of extremely strong ghosts, the whole village is covered by this layer of ghosts. People and ghosts are out of bounds.

I only feel that the whole heart has been screwed up. When Song Jin called his colleague, his colleague did not mention any abnormalities. The outsiders did not know what happened in the village. The villagers also did not know what was happening around them.

I don't know when the evil spirits sneaked into it. At first, it may be that one or two people were killed and turned into evil spirits, and then they began to harm the people around them. Because of the influence of the ghost, the living person can't tell whether the person around him is a ghost, even after he is killed, he will forget the memory of his death and continue to live as usual. Ghosts can't tell if they are human beings.

Among the ghosts encountered in the village, only the little girl Yingying and the mother-in-law knew clearly that she was dead.

The mother-in-law said that only she is old and dead. Then other people may be killed or not.

Standing there late, watching the **** outside the door. Suddenly I heard a dull sound and asked: "See clearly? What is your answer now?"

“Why do you want a kiss?” he asked.

The voice seemed to be indulged for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "It's too cold here, I want you to warm me. Can't you?"

I turned my head and looked at the statue of the candlelight on the table. I wanted to ask you to make sure that nothing but the kiss would be done. A kiss, change me late and Song Jin The two left the village safely and in good condition. I would like to ask you to use your name to guarantee that the contract is fulfilled and cannot be repented."

The conditions for the talks were met. The voice snorted and said: "I don't have a name, but I can guarantee that you will leave safely and well."

"I forgive me." Late closed his eyes, "so I can't believe you." Everything in the heavens and the earth, even the ghosts and gods have their names, and the spirit is famous. The agreement reached by the name has the effect of a contract vow, no estoppel, breach of contract, dishonesty or the use of a pseudonym will be countered by the oath, the heavier the oath, the stronger the counter will. This thing is not willing to reveal his own name, which is not to make Chi Yu more suspicious.

"You don't believe me?" The voice paused. "Well, I can fulfill some of my promises first. I will drive away those things outside, then you will kiss me, I will send you away."

"I don't want your friend to be rare. But if you don't fulfill your promise, you will lose it to me, and stay with me and never leave."

"Yes." After thinking for a long time, he nodded late.

He has no choice now. If this thing really drives them out of the temple, they are still dead. And he still doesn't know where it is sacred and how big it is to talk to himself.

As he nodded, the two heavy black wooden doors of the temple suddenly opened to the outside, and the enchanting shackles outside the door, together with the lateness in the door, all slammed.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky changed, and the black gas that was entangled in the whole sky began to twist and twist in a strange way, as if it was pulled, torn, and stirred by a giant hand that could not be rejected.

The shade of the wind was poured, and the incense candle on the table was blown out. The splendid credits used to decorate the beams were blown up and down and scattered. The "people" who stood outside the door seemed to feel the great pain, and they rolled their heads and fell on the ground.

The ghosts in the sky are getting thinner and thinner, and the night sky gradually reveals its original appearance. When I look at it, the ghosts seem to be sucked up by the power, and they are sucked into the temple... It seems that there is something in the temple that squats with them and puts them all in.

In this chaotic ghost crying, I saw a small black figure standing under the eaves opposite the temple. When I looked at him, I smiled slightly and gestured, and then the figure slowly faded. , gradually disappeared and disappeared. It was the mother-in-law who had helped them before, and the situation of the ghostly village was lifted, and she went on.

He heard the voice faint: "Those ‘people’ on the ground are reminded of the fear and pain of their death, and they will go to life when they accept the fact that they have died.”

The ghosts enter the reincarnation, and the evil spirits turn into powder. This village will eventually become a dead village that no one has, and return to what it should be.

After the late arrival of the five masks, their expressions returned to calm, smiled, and the mouth was upturned, but it was an ordinary mask.

The voice also sounded at this moment, hoarse, low, with a touch of entanglement and softness: "It is time for you to fulfill the agreement."

Later, I turned back and decided to look at the image above the case. With such a change of land and the ability to eliminate such a strong and resentful ghost, he believes that this thing is really a god.

but……

His throat moved, step by step to the case, raised his face, and looked at the black gold mask, like a sacrifice waiting to be sacrificed to the gods: "If you have such power, why did you... Why sit back and ignore?"

He still couldn't help but ask. It is clearly a **** that is enshrined in a temple. Shouldn't it be a blessing to the creatures here? Why have you been sitting around and watching them become grievances, struggling here, numbness, super life can not.

The voice only whispered and didn't respond.

Because I am not sheltering people here, I am sheltering you. Silly aunt. I followed you here.

After the mask, the false god's eyebrows are gentle, but the humans under the table are invisible.

The two black doors of the temple were silent again, and the red scented candle on the case revived, giving off a dim and blurred warm light.

The idol was over, and he couldn't reach him late, so he hesitated and slowly climbed up to the table and slowly approached.

The voice didn't make any more noise.

The closer you are, the clearer the black gold mask and the brocade red robes that cover the statue. In an instant, there was an illusion. Under the mask, it might be a real person, a living body, not a statue of a wooden tire.

His face was getting closer and closer to the mask, and then he heard the voice low: "Close your eyes."

Late, subconsciously obediently closed his eyes and kissed the inanimate mask.

The touch is cold.

A cold, moist thing opened his lips, sneaked in and slammed.

At the beginning of the lateness, there was no reaction. He sat down on the case and leaned his head and opened his lips to let the other side act. I was shocked when I realized what the thing was doing. I wanted to open my eyes. However, when I didn’t have time to open it, I felt a gust of wind coming to my chest. I was pushed directly by the thing. .

The burning candlestick fell to the ground, and the flame jumped a few times and went out. The temple once again fell into the darkness.

I opened my eyes late, and stretched out my hand and choked and refused to struggle. It was like a little beast that was hunted by a hunter and played in his hand but had nowhere to escape.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. He could see the outline of the beam on the roof and could see a picture of the face on the right wall, but could not see what was in front of him.

But he knows that everything is not an illusion. He can still feel the cold tongue of the thing swimming in his mouth and sucking. He can feel the cold hand that stretches out from his shirt hem and keeps stroking. You can feel it. The cold, heavy weight that is pressed against oneself is no different from a general adult man.

Due to the effect of gravity, the small porcelain bottle on the chest slipped from the chest to his neck. I don't know why, the porcelain bottle that always saves him in distress does not work this time. Maybe it is too sturdy in front of him. Even his own small porcelain bottle can't help him.

Lately, I felt the smooth and rounded touch of the porcelain bottle. The limbs that had become weak and weak had a strong force. He pushed it and pushed it away from himself.

After a short time, I rushed to sit on the desktop of the case and looked up at the empty road: "...you said that after the kiss, we will leave us safely. Now it is time for you to fulfill your promise."

His eyes were round and round, and his black eyes were bright, like a cub that was irritated but helpless.

The sound is cool and cool: "You are here until tomorrow morning, your friends will naturally wake up, then you can leave on your own."

Clearly said that they are good to send them away, because they forced him to open his temper? Late in the heart, but did not raise any objections. The village has returned to calm, normal and dead, and they will not have any problems when they leave on their own.

Anyway, after another three hours, the day will be bright.

Late, but did not hear the restraint and depression behind the voice.

He is almost ready to endure. Looking at him day by day, holding him, and kissing him when he fell asleep, he could not satisfy him. He can't help but want more.

But okay. They should meet soon.