[comprehensive person] resignation

"The painter didn't believe the merchant's words, thinking that the merchant just didn't want him to see the girl."

"The businessman who returned home was thinking day and night and couldn't sleep at night, so he picked up the pen again and planned to draw a portrait of a young girl."

"But at this time he found that his daughter was dead, and his wife had emitted a rancid smell, so the painter could only dispose of the corpses of his wife and daughter first. He dug a deep pit in the garden and buried his wife and daughter. , and plant a fragrant rose to cover up the smell of the corpse."

"But without blood, he couldn't paint, so he decided to take advantage of the night to kill lonely tourists."

"He first set his sights on a beggar, but that beggar was a man. He was worried that he would not be able to beat him, so he set his sights on a wandering girl."

"He successfully coaxed the wandering girl into his home, then knocked her unconscious, tied her up and let her blood out just like he did with his own daughter."

"Women are filled with hatred and fear."

"But she couldn't do anything but die a slow death in torment."

"Intense resentment, while tormenting the woman, also tormented the painter."

"After the painter finished painting, he found that the painting he drew was not the girl he dreamed of. The girl in the painting, at some point, turned into the face of his wife when he was young."

"His wife was also young and beautiful, but after following him for a long time, she began to become a mother-in-law, with long-winded, thick hands, sharp voice, wrinkles on her face, and a bent back."

"The wife in the painting also began to change, from a young woman to a hunched woman."

"Suddenly, the woman sprouted sharp teeth and rushed towards the painter. The painter screamed and woke up from the nightmare."

"The painter looked at the portrait not far away, but found that the face on the portrait had changed into that of a wandering girl."

"What's going on here?"

"The painter got up in a hurry, picked up the painting, took it to the yard, and set it on fire."

"After he burned the painting, he heard a voice."

"The voice seemed to whisper in his ear: Are you looking for me?"

"He looked in the direction of the sound, only to find his wife behind him."

"The wife who has regained her youth looked at him tenderly, held tea in her hand, welcomed him into the room attentively and considerately, knelt down beside him, and asked him what he wanted to eat with a gentle smile, but he suddenly remembered The voice that asked the question just now is not the voice of my wife."

"who is it?"

"who is it?"

"He turned around and saw the painting again."

"The wandering girl in the painting suddenly raised her head, her face was distorted, her hands melted into sharp claws, she walked out of the painting and rushed towards him."

"The painter screamed and woke up again."

"He saw the painting as soon as he got up. The person in the painting is not a wandering girl or a wife, but the girl he painted."

"It turned out to be a dream... The painter said so, and got up to go out."

"The paper door was opened, and the girl he dreamed of was sitting behind the door, smiling at him, and asked: Are you looking for me?"

"The painter was very pleasantly surprised, he said: You really are not dead, but why did you come to me?"

"The girl said that because she saw the painting, she wanted to meet him, so she sneaked out in the dark."

"It was an unforgettable night."

"The painter hugged the girl, stroked the girl's hair, stroked the girl's delicate skin, smelled the girl's fragrance, and said with satisfaction: Even if I die now, I have no regrets."

"The girl in his arms suddenly raised her head and said: That's really great."

"The artist lowered his head in doubt. The delicate girl in his arms turned into a carrion in an instant, exuding a stench. The hands that should have been delicate and slender became swollen and rotten. The girl wanted to climb onto his chest. The artist His whole body turned cold from fright, and he hurriedly backed away, he opened the door and tried to crawl out, but a wandering girl appeared outside the door, the wandering girl smiled at him, and then her body turned into countless poisonous snakes entwined around his body."

"The painter screamed for mercy."

"The girl who turned into a carrion smiled and took a dagger to carve him. She cut his wrists and ankles, made him bleed, cut his throat, and cut off his tongue. Eat it in front of you."

"When the painter thought he was going to die, it was dawn."

"The painter suddenly woke up, it turned out to be a nightmare."

"He pushed open the door, intending to go out, but found a monster outside the door, with pale ashen skin like a rotting corpse, and a rancid smell. Every time he took a step, maggots and rancid liquid would fall."

"A monster that appeared in the sun, with every detail visible, is even more disgusting."

"'Don't kill me, please don't kill me,' the painter wailed and begged."

"But the monster still ate him, the monster swallowed him in one bite, the painter's body was bent and crushed by the monster's chewing, but he still kept his consciousness and feeling, begging for mercy all the time, but in the monster's stomach, He saw three people, a wife, a daughter, and a wanderer."

"The three women seem to grow in the stomach wall, his head rolled down in front of his wife, and the wife lowered her head and gnawed on him bit by bit."

"Wait until the wife, daughter, and the painter of Younv Bar have finished eating."

"The hiccup of monster satisfaction, gone."

"Monsters born from desires follow people's evil thoughts."

"What is this monster called?"

The eerie tone, combined with the eerie atmosphere, and even some real or false illusions, scared the people in the room to scream and want to escape.

It seemed that the monster was right in front of him, it was Yamamoto Goro Zaemon, and a group of people rushed away.

Yamamoto Goro Zaemon, sweating profusely, begging for mercy in a panic.

Zhongli Cixin scratched his neck in a circle, causing Yamamoto Goro Zaemon's blood to flow out, screaming in horror.

Zhong Lici watched those people frantically tossing about with satisfaction, and added with a smile: "This ghost is called 'Wu Zhong Yuan', born of the resentment of an innocent woman who died tragically, and will eat the object of strong resentment in the woman's life. "

"Before eating the other party, they will torture the other party through dreams and leave wounds on the other party's body as marks."

While talking, Zhongli Cixin used magic techniques to remotely draw faults on the paper prepared by Yamamoto Goro Zaemon.

Draws a creepy monster.

Then the World War I candle went out.

"Ah, Yamamoto Gorozaemon, I am waiting for your hundredth story."

Yamamoto Goro Zaemon looked at the picture and let out a horrified roar.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Yamamoto Goro Zaemon, who had just killed a dozen oirans during the day, now desperately hopes that the other party will leave.

But the other party was invisible, and he couldn't even be sure if the other party was human.

Clutching his neck in horror, crawling out of the room covered in blood, Zhongli Cixin had already slipped away in the chaos.

Not knowing that he accidentally found out about a monster, Zhongli went back to his residence with a smile on his face.

It turned out to be an acquaintance.

Nuliang Carp, it's you again!

Zhongli Cixin looked at the person sitting on the open window of his room, he couldn't enter the room without passing Nuliang Liban.

Nuliang Liban noticed him and said with a smile, "Are you back?"

"I don't think we are that familiar." Zhongli Cixin entered the room from the place that Nuliang Liban got out of the way.

And Nuliang Liban was still sitting on the railing of the window, he looked sideways at Zhongli and said heartily, "Isn't it good to marry me?"

"First, I don't like men. Second, I'm already married and I have a wife!" Zhong Lici pointed to the ring on his left ring finger: "See, this is a wedding ring, give up .”

Nuliang Liban was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Oh, this is really the first time I've heard of it."

"So, can you be more serious and hold on to this matter all the time, I also have a headache." Zhong Li said with a sigh.

Nuliang Liban asked back: "What kind of person is your wife?"

Zhongli was stunned, but he didn't expect Nuliang Liban to ask such a question, he was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Well, he is a very proud person, but he also knows how to advance and retreat, is very tenacious, much stronger than me, and can marry It was such a blessing to have her."

Having said that, Zhongli Cixin laughed subconsciously. Although he was wearing a mask, it did not prevent Nuliang Liban from hearing the cheerful tone in his words. Therefore, Nuliang Liban asked: "Then you Where is the wife now?"

Zhongli was silent for a while, and replied coldly: "Disease in labor, passed away."

"Sorry." Nuliang Liban didn't expect this answer, and quickly apologized.

Zhongli waved his hand and said: "It happened many years ago, ah, let's not talk about this, so, you have to find another fiancee."

Nuliang Liban also sighed: "It's really difficult to find a beautiful woman like you to be your wife."

"Then lower the conditions a bit." Zhongli said with a natural expression.

Nuliang Liban smiled and didn't answer, but asked a question instead: "Do you like Edo?"

"I don't like it." Zhongli replied heartily.

Seeing the prosperity of Hanhai and the stability of Tianlong, Zhongli Cixin really looked down on this noisy place that even the living environment of the small countries around Hanhai is not comparable.

He is used to walking on clean streets, he likes to see women and children chatting and laughing on the street carefree, he likes to see a gentle and kind husband hugging his wife and carrying their children in and out of the city.He also enjoys watching law enforcement officers in uniform silently guarding the streets and alleys.

He didn't like this seemingly prosperous but backward and decadent place.

I don't like it at all.

You see, there are so many people in the streets without clothes, and there are still so many people in a country where there are so many people who are poor and helpless, the loess is flying high, and even the citizens cannot support themselves.

How could he like it.

Even on the other side of the sea, the old country that haunts his mind and dreams, he felt strange, and he left without any nostalgia.

like?

Ah.

Zhongli took off his mask coldly and said, "I won't stay here for long. It doesn't matter whether I like it or not. The important thing is whether you like it or not. After all, this is your country."

Nuliang Liban sighed, looked at Zhongli and said heartily: "You are really the hardest person I have ever met."