Dimensional Eroders

Bailang pushed the door out, loud noises came from the outside world.

　　 At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the sky is full of stars. I don't know when. The moonlight is bright, shining on the body, it can cast a shadow.

　　The surrounding area is brightly lit, with lanterns hanging high in every household. In the sky, a series of Kongming lanterns flew, connected to the ground with a string, illuminating this village. In the open space in the middle of the village, a high platform was erected, and the big show was sang and babbled.

　　 The adobe house where Bailang is located is located on the outskirts of the village. It is dilapidated, small and simple, without lanterns. Even so, it was illuminated by the surrounding lights and fire, and it didn't feel dim at all.

　　 The sound of gongs and drums came from not far away. It was a team walking and trekking at night. The members held torches and lanterns in a long line and marched along the dirt road towards the lively village.

　　Because the distance is not far, Bailang can clearly see the situation of this team.

　　 Beat the gongs and drums, blow the erhu suona, someone set off a bamboo pole to light firecrackers and crackle, as if they were holding a celebration or going to a fair. Lively. The only thing that violates peace is that per capita wears hemp and filial piety.

　　 That’s right, the village is very lively, with noisy gongs and drums, and every household is full of lights. The lanterns hanging high are white paper, and white silk is hanging at the door of the house.

　　 It’s so gloomy and scary to do this at night, but it was diluted by the lively firecrackers, gongs, drums, and suona. People's faces are filled with smiles from the heart.

　　 "Maybe, is it fun or joy?"

　　 Bailang was not known that this is a funeral? Or is it a festival? Or attracted by the lively scenes of special folk festivals, holding Fu Fu's little hand, he leaned toward the center of the village.

　　 brushed shoulders with villagers along the way, nodded to each other, and soon came to a crowded place. And the long team of dragons also entered the entrance of the village. The sound of gongs, drums and suona became more noisy and harsh, and the shaking people's scalp numb, which overwhelmed everything.

　　 Bailang is 198cm tall, far surpassing the villagers, and his vision is very broad. He carried Fu Fu on his shoulders and looked at the team together. At this time, fireworks began to be set off in the center of the village, and colorful fire lights exploded and scattered overhead. There was a group of young boys shouting and shouting around.

　　 Then, a group of small dolls frolicked, ran past him, ran towards the team, and chased the front of the team, a big-headed baby wearing a ‘Laughing Maitreya’.

　　 This big head Maitreya walked up and down, matching the smiling face on the helmet, very funny. As he walked, he took out handfuls of candies from the basket hanging on his left arm, and threw them toward the surrounding crowd.

　　 also made a sharp, harsh laugh.

Behind this'big head Maitreya', followed by one or two rows of blue-faced fangs'Mingwang big head baby', the same swayed, the pace of the action was very rhythmic, like an arrogant dance step, and grabbed a handful from the basket. The paper money was thrown into the sky, and it was blown by the wind, eloquently.

　　 The little dolls also laughed "chuckling", shuttled among the paper money falling in the sky, and bent over to pick up the jelly beans from the ground.

　　 The villagers on the sidelines consciously gave up their way and shouted a lot of applause. At the same time, they clicked their toes and stretched their arms, fishing for paper money in the air, looking like they wanted to make a good start.

　　 Seeing this scene of violation and weird grounding, Bai Lang is 60% sure that this is a funeral?

　　 Seeing this large-scale funeral is another lively and lively ‘funny’ that combines gloom and joy. There was unspeakable joy and throbbing in Bai Lang's heart, and he felt that he had met his peers. This kind of feeling that the opponent will meet Liangcai is that only people in the industry can understand and resonate with each other, and appreciate the satisfaction.

　　 At this time, he just wanted to rush forward, grab the C position, took out the microphone, and acted as the emcee on the spot, letting go.

　　 However, [The Lord of Secret Treasures] was banned, and [Soul Resurrection Coffin] lost contact. Now he is just a poor and helpless ordinary person. He was full of enthusiasm and ideas, but he couldn't show it at all. He could only put his hands in his pockets, watch silently, and stand like me.

　　 At this time, the "money-spending team" that was walking in the front has passed, followed by a group of jugglers with white faces on stilts and wearing mourning clothes. The group performed a variety of juggling skills, humming weakly like crying and laughing.

Their sleeves, belts, and hem are all extended versions, floating in the wind, shaking twice from time to time, like rhythmic gymnastics wrapped around a ribbon, but the result is not the slightest beauty, like a group of mourning versions of "long and thin ghosts", and they are also with passers-by from time to time. Happy each other.

　　 This kind of performance that puts the funeral out of the social fire, and also puts the social fire out of the local government, is full of weirdness. As a result, these people returned Nima and "Congratulations! Congratulations!" Bailang really didn't know what to congratulate?

　　 is the silly Fufu on the top of his head, ‘oh oh! He cheered, shaking his arms, grabbing a lot of paper money, and holding them firmly in his hands. It seems that this way can overcome the [poor luck] and grab the wealth with hard-working hands.

Just when he couldn't spit out, the dwarf-shaped guys turned their heads like a gopher, landed on the top of their heads and turned over again, moving quickly and flexibly, shuttled back and forth between the ups and downs of stilts, performing performances. .

　　 Although he can't come forward to participate in person, watching this perfect combination of'happiness' and'mourning' is an eye-opener for Lang.

　　 After losing his extraordinary power, he became a particularly strong ordinary person. As soon as I opened the door in the evening, I was surrounded by lanterns and colorful decorations and draped filial piety, and then surrounded by villagers, I watched the performance in front of me.

Anyone who is a normal person will feel creepy and bristled instinctively. However, he disagrees with the'strong mentality' accumulated over the years, and instead feels interesting and curious. With an attitude of appreciation, he will tolerate and learn to absorb advanced differences. The world's funeral culture.

　　 intends to learn from each other's strengths and enrich her sense of funeral ceremony.

　　 In the cold night breeze, the white waves lost their power and got goose bumps, but their mentality failed to change in time, and they still watched the next performance with disapproval and enthusiasm.

　　 At this time, a hoarse and dry voice suddenly came from him: "Young man, are you not afraid?"

　　 The train of thought was interrupted, and Bai Lang looked down. He was a little old man with a withered face, caught in the crowd, seeing nothing. He was leaning on crutches in one hand, and holding two iron guts in the other, turning constantly.

　　 The little old man raised his head and looked at the waves with his cloudy eyes. His skin was dry and wrinkled, and his mouth was wide open. Staring at yourself with the eyes of a dead person like a dead person, not like looking at a person, but thinking about a lot of meat on the chopping board is very uncomfortable.

　　 "Why should I be afraid?" Bailang asked back.

　　 The old man did not answer. Instead, he raised his crutches, pointed through the crowd, and said, "You walked away, did you see the group of people behind the band? That's where you should be. Go ahead."

　　 "???" Bai Lang was confused, and in a blink of an eye, he really followed the group of bands wearing linen and filial piety, a group of ordinary people in normal clothes. However, this group of people getting together is very abnormal.

Scholars, woodcutters, peasants, maids, fat-eared monks, well-dressed businessmen... these unrelated people get together, and there are a total of more than 20 people, unconscious and follow the band. Behind him, he shook his body crookedly, like a group of walking corpses.

　　 This reminds Bailang of the fairy tale of "The Piper".

　　 The kind-hearted flute boy used the flute to lure away all the bear children in the town at night, and then the whole world was clean!

　　All the adults who have suffered from the devastation of children, crowdfunded a huge sum of money to the teenager, so that he can live a happy life ever since.

　　 A gloomy wind blows, and Bai Lang's attention and spirit break free from ‘appreciating the funeral’. Stopped the act of obtaining satisfaction and pleasure through aesthetics.

　　 In the old man’s warning, Sanity is back online. Lang felt more and more wrong. His 19.9 [perception] told him that the old man in front of him, the surrounding villagers, the funeral team, and even the whole village are weird!

　　 But on the other hand, he still hasn't gotten rid of the status of a quasi-2.9 contractor.

　　 If he is blocked by [Food Paradise], the scenes in front of him will not threaten him. Now, his [perception] has sensed something wrong, but his brain has not shaken off the past state, and he subconsciously ignores it.

　　 There is one more thing, his [Perception] is 19.9. However, the [Seeing and Hearing Demon Seed] that matched this basic quality was sealed. He has no basic quality, has not installed the corresponding software, lacks perception and exploration methods, and is very blind.

　　 has clearly determined that there is a problem with everything around him, but his ordinary people can't see through it. It's like there is a layer of yarn, and the existence of yarn is clearly known, but it is impossible to see through! This annoyed him.

　　 Damn it, is it possible that you run into a ghost? !

　　 Just when Bailang was distraught, his back suddenly hurt. Salf pierced the small arrow into the lumbar spine, quickly completed the nerve connection, and shared the'Salph Vision'.

　　 After being blocked, Bai Lang was just an ordinary person. But Xiao Fufu is different. Her body is a monster of hell, and her eyes are born with ‘magic eyes’, which can see many things that ordinary people can’t see.

　　From Fufu's perspective, the surroundings are still brightly lit, and every house is full of lights. However, the white cloth lost its luster. It decayed and shattered for a long time. The white paper lantern had broken many holes, and the green light emitted from it.

　　 The Kongming lantern above his head and the earth platform in the distance also glowed green.

Look at the little old man in front of you. It is a corpse with plaques on the skin and mutilated limbs. The head is sewn to the neck, and the eyeballs are dry and losing water, but the scum on his face is a burr after biting the skin. Half of the maggots came out.

　　 He is holding the decayed dead wood in one hand, and the "iron gall" in the other hand is two eyeballs. Hidden in the crowd, it is true that he can't see the performance of the outside world, but he leaned on a pair of eyes in his hand to observe the outside world through the gap.

　　 Silly fufu turned his head again, and the thief-eyed, hawker-eyed guy on the other side of Bai Lang turned into a weasel dressed in human clothes, but not like a monkey.

　　 This weasel is huge, standing upright, and has two front paws stacked on top of each other. Watch the show for a while, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was distracted and stared at him for a while, then he and other strange, hair-faced monsters held hands with each other, pointing to himself and laughing.

　　 Silly Fufu's eyes turned again, where is the ‘happy fun’ of the lively team? It is clearly a dance of demons and a night of a hundred ghosts.

　　 The team on stilts just left unwillingly. It was a group of headless corpses wearing paper lanterns with painted facial features. They have no calves or forearms. The stilts under the feet are not wood, but bones that are pieced together and inserted into the thighs.

The big-headed baby who tossed candy in the front, spewed severed fingers, minced meat, nose and ears, and fell to the ground. It was making sharp laughter. There were no facial features on his face, and his face was white. Little baby. The size of the imps compete with each other.

　　 They grabbed the facial features scattered on the ground and pressed them to their faces. Misaligned the strange nose and mouth, scribbled it on the faceless, then opened and closed the mouth, the ears quivered, and the eyes turned around.

Those who pressed their mouths yelled: "I can talk!" But those who don’t have eyes yelled: "I can’t see, return my eyes!" Those who don’t have ears yelled: "I'm deaf, I Deaf!"

　　 What kind of forehead, two noses, two crooked mouths in the middle, and an ear on the bottom; or three crooked eyes and a raised mouth.

　　 After these faceless little ghosts struggled for the five senses, they felt dissatisfied, so they fought each other to fight for each other's organs. As a result, they fell all the way and became deaf, blind, and dumb again, causing more riots.

　　 When watching the lively monsters and ghosts, they laughed and laughed.