There are always straight men who change

Unlike in the past, I didn't feel groggy after waking up, but the stickiness in my pants made me very sober.

It seems that I haven't eaten for a long time, but I don't feel hungry.

There was no toilet paper beside the bed, so Yang Yu grabbed his clothes and wiped his pants, although he was embarrassed but he couldn't do anything about it.

The sky is getting dark, and the lights outside the house are not as bright as the city.

Carefully looking out the window, there are only fiery red clouds and white mountain tops in the sky.

Are you still in Qinghai?

There is no Gobi or grassland that I have seen before, but there are snow-capped peaks everywhere.

Looking at the room in the corner of the setting sun, there was nothing there.

The doors were also locked, and the windows were thick boards.

It's not impossible to break the window and escape, but it's impossible for such a big movement to go unnoticed.

As darkness fell, Yang Yu sat against the wall.

If this was Xiao Ji, what would he do?

After much deliberation, there is no answer.

When it was daylight the next day, rustling sounds came from outside the house, leaning against the wall and looking out, I found a boy in Lama clothes cleaning the courtyard.

After a while, the others also woke up and recited scriptures together in the courtyard.

The door lock made a dull sound when it hit the wooden board, Yang Yu hurriedly lay down.

It was the people who came to feed the medicine as a matter of routine. They knelt by the bed and muttered something silently, then pried open Yang Yu's mouth with something and gulped it down.

Yang Yu pretended not to be conscious, opened his mouth to vomit some, drank some, and fell down beside the bed without saying a word.

The visitor didn't seem to notice the difference in Yang Yu, locked the door after filling the liquid and left.

After those people left, Yang Yu hid in the corner and induced vomiting, and vomited out all the things that were fed to him just now.

Only when I woke up did I realize that the smell was a little familiar, like blood.

After spitting it out and taking a closer look, it seems that the blood of an unknown animal is really mixed with a lot of other things.

This thing can not only make one's consciousness slack, but also produce some hallucinations, and even make the body extremely hyperactive.

Yang Yu supported his forehead, and he could still get up when he was in a coma, no matter how he thought about such a thing, he felt very ashamed.

As the second night approached, I couldn't sit still and wanted to draw up an 'escape plan'.

The two most important parts of this plan are:

[-]. Escape;

Second, Xiao forced.

But this plan was interrupted before it could be implemented.

Originally, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the other party did not lock the door in a hurry after leaving, and when he was about to sneak away, he was seen by the intruder.

Yang Yu, who was supposed to be lying on the bed like a dead person, was standing at the door fully dressed with a surprised expression.

Taking a closer look, she found that it was a girl she had never seen before. She was also startled by Yang Yu's sudden movement, and the basket she was carrying fell to the ground.

It looks like he's here to clean the room.

It is impossible for me to lie on the bed and pretend to be dead, so I had no choice but to whisper, "Can you understand me? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...don't shout."

The girl was stunned for a moment, standing at the door, neither entering nor exiting.

When Yang Yu raised his hand to beg her to intercede, the girl ran out in panic.

Yang Yu sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, looking annoyed at the back of the girl going away, and the screaming body coming from his ears.

Sure enough, after a while, a group of people came and stood at the door, looking like they wanted to tie themselves up.

There was a scolding sound from outside the house, Yang Yu looked up and found that it was the girl who had intercourse with the master that day, she said something to the monks in Tibetan, and everyone stepped aside.

"Come with me, the master already knows that you are awake." The girl looked at him coldly.

Yang Yu straightened her clothes, stood up and walked out with her.

It was still the luxuriously decorated room before, a temple built of fine wood, bright blue, yellow and scarlet painted portraits on the walls, and something like prayer flags hung on the beams at the corner.

And the portraits on the walls are a bit nauseating to look at.

Either a man like a ghost is eating other people's brains, or a man and a woman are hugging each other, Yang Yu looks away from it.

The old man was still meditating in his upright seat, and only slightly raised his eyelids when he saw Yang Yu come in.

Several young monks who followed bowed their heads to salute the man, and finally knelt devoutly at the door.

"Where's the man who came with me?" Yang Yu asked coldly, seeing that he didn't answer, he added, "I know you can understand me."

The oily and shiny face lifted slightly, the man looked at himself, and said with a half-smile: "He's fine."

What is he fine?How good is it?

This ambiguous answer is obviously not satisfying, Yang Yu glanced around the room and said: "Take me to see him."

The man smiled with a kind face.

In Yang Yu's eyes, this kindness was a little nauseating, but when he turned to leave, he was surrounded by the little monks at the door.

"Why don't you just sit and chat, it's rare that you're sober," the man said.

Now there is no better way, but I still didn't sit on the mat because I felt awkward, and I realized afterwards that I was going to kneel for myself.

The little monk kneeling at the door slowly closed the door, blocking out the noise outside the house.

There is an indescribable aroma in the hall, and it feels a little nauseating after smelling it for a long time.

Yang Yu: "I just want to know where Xiao Ji is?"

Man: "He's fine and safe."

Yang Yu: "Then why don't you let me see him?"

Man: "I need to ask you this question."

Yang Yu frowned and fell silent.

The man said again: "Old Jiu was killed by you."

A familiar name that couldn't be more familiar came out of his mouth. Although Yang Yu was extremely surprised in his heart, he still remained calm and replied: "I don't know."

"He was the first among us to find you, but judging from the results... Well, it's not very good." The man laughed, and the fat on his face was piled up together.

Disgusting.

Yang Yu didn't speak, and he had nothing to say, and he felt that talking too much would not do him any good, so he might as well keep silent like this.

What's more, the other party may know the past better than himself.

"Old Nine is so stupid, I have never seen such a stupid person." The man clicked his tongue, "He didn't even want to kill himself, and wanted to resurrect a little devil who had been dead for 800 years."

Yang Yu: "I don't know if he's stupid or not, but I just want to know where Xiao Xiao is?"

Man: "You are stupid too. You have surpassed human beings and become a god-like existence, yet you still care about an ordinary person. When you stand at the top of this world, you can do whatever you want, let alone an ordinary man. The time doesn’t come when it says it will.”

Yang Yu paused, and said: "I don't think I'm a god at all, and I have emotions like ordinary people. If you're looking for a god, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person."

The man stared at Yang Yu, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, showing a strange smile, and said: "From today on, I won't ask someone to watch you, and I will order someone who understands Chinese to take care of you. If you cooperate, that man will be safe sooner or later." back."

"Understood." Yang Yu turned and left, hesitated at the door for a second, turned around and gritted his teeth and said word by word: "If there is something wrong with him, ten thousand times of your death will not be enough for him to be buried with him."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked away, but the man inside the room laughed contemptuously.

After reaching a consensus, Yang Yu changed his place of residence again, this time it was obviously much better than the previous two times, at least he was willing to leave a candle light for the night.

No one came to forcibly feed him drugs, and no one stopped him when he went out.

Yang Yu is free, at least in this village.

During the day, I tried to go out and walk around, and it was similar to what I thought. Most of the whole village was backward and poor.

But after a few days, I found that the whole village was very contradictory. It was said that it was backward but there was a very prosperous place.

A row of small earthen houses at the outermost part of the village, followed by wooden lacquered houses, and in the middle is a palace-like temple where men live.

It is said that there are no Buddha statues or scriptures in the temple, only a few young monks live in it and serve him.

What makes Yang Yu feel even more helpless is that his eyes have completely turned golden like snakes. Although there is not much visual change, every time he looks in the mirror, he is not used to it.

There is a familiarity in the village that is absent in modern society, and that is class status.

The villagers living in the outermost circle saw themselves lying on the ground or kneeling on the ground, and they even saw other monks doing the same.

And some people don't seem to be so cumbersome, they greet and talk to each other like modern people.

Only then did Dorje act as an interpreter, and learned from his mouth that this village was almost wiped out due to an unknown plague, and it was Bocherin who saved everyone.

At first he didn't stay here, but after he left, death followed, and later he stayed here for some unknown reason.

He is a good man, a very good man.

is God!

It is the reincarnation of the soul boy, a living Bodhisattva.

It was Yang Yu who learned all the information from Cairang Duoji, and after a few days of observation, he really felt that everyone worshiped him as a god.

But if I remember correctly, I and Xiao Ji came after the traffickers!

And Li Sicheng, this guy doesn't know where he is hiding, and these things have nothing to do with him.

And what kind of plague rescue, it must be something like modern medicine antibiotics, which is not uncommon outside, so it is strange here!

Thinking of Yang Yu laughing at this moment, the only person who can speak in this tone is Xiao Ji, it seems that he has been with him for a long time, and he has been subtly affected.

But after being happy, there is endless loss, not knowing where Xiao Min is, this deep sense of loneliness makes people sleepless at night.

At first, Yang Yu didn't eat a mouthful of the food that was served, even though he knew that he wouldn't die if he didn't eat it, but this humiliating and confinement life was really unbearable.

But think about it carefully, if I don't eat, I don't have much energy, what if Xiao Ji really needs me.

When I really opened my mouth to eat, I found that everything was tasteless.

It's back to the earliest time when you can't taste anything you eat.

However, this was not the worst. The man began to order someone to bring some things, which were somewhat similar to the liquid he had given himself before, but the weight was not much.

Bite the bullet and drank it, only to find that the vessel containing the liquid seemed to be a human skull.

On the north side of the skull are engraved with cumbersome patterns and densely packed Tibetan characters, none of which I can understand.

There was something eerie about the whole thing.

Thankfully, along with the loss of taste, most of the sense of smell is also lost, and these disgusting liquids cannot be tasted or smelled.

This is the only small consolation in an unhappy life.

The things he drank still had hallucinogenic effects. After drinking Yang Yu several times, he could see part of the hallucinations, and once he even saw the dead Lao Jiu sitting in the room and looking at him.

When I woke up again, I was covered in cold sweat.

Even if you want to cooperate, you have to let yourself know what you are drinking!Yang Yu wanted to talk to a man, but the result he got was "Think about the past."

past events?

how long ago?

Yang Yu thought about it and felt that it might be that period of time that he had long forgotten...

Because this old man, looks like he wants to be a god.

It's ridiculous to think about it. In such a poor mountain village, being believed as a god by the villagers is not enough, and I want to become a real god.

It's a pity that he really found the wrong person. If he is a god, can he be separated from the person he likes again?

Would you still be probing around here during the day and scratching your heart and lungs at night, like ants on a hot pot, suffering unbearably?

However, my physique is indeed different from that of ordinary people. First of all, my eyes are not human-like, and there is also the looming snake tattoo on my body.

At night, Yang Yu stood at the door and looked at the stars in the sky as usual, imagining that Xiao Ye was also looking at the sky at this moment, so the pain of longing would be relieved a lot.

The whole village fell silent, and the wolfdog at the head of the village stopped barking.

Yang Yu went back to the room, looked at the skull on the table, and covered it with clothes in disgust.

Suddenly, the sound of children playing in my ears sounded, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Yang Yu pricked up his ears and listened carefully, the laughter stopped abruptly when he opened the door and looked into the yard.

"Strange." Yang Yu murmured, could it be that the potency of the drink had increased again?

After closing the door and lying on the bed, I blew on the lamp and heard it again, but this time it was crying.

The cries were so sharp that those who listened felt terrified.

The voice seemed to be floating in the air, vaguely absent.

Someone grabbed her hair suddenly, Yang Yu stood up in fright but didn't see anything, she lit the candle beside the bed and looked at the table.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was covered in bruises, sitting on the ground playing with something as if she had no clothes on.

Yang Yu's eyes widened when he got closer, the girl's head was empty, her entire skull was missing.

The girl seemed to realize that there was someone behind her, and turned her head to look at Yang Yu.

What a frightful face it was, almost beyond words!

The eyes and mouth were covered with something brown like beeswax, the brain was taken out and the head was empty, and the missing skull seemed to be in her arms, like a bowl, and blood flowed out from the gaps in the body.

Yang Yu suppressed the feeling of vomiting, and slowly retreated holding the candle.

But just as he took a step, something coldly hugged his thigh.