Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

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I came back to my hometown because of my poor grandmother, who was so frightened that she fell ill.

When she was still sick in bed, her mind would sometimes wake up a few times. Whenever this rare opportunity, she would hold my hand and talk, and kept telling me to stay away from that Mr. Morioka.

The fear of seeing something unimaginable monster seeped through her dry skin layer by layer, piercing into my palm from the surface of rough nails, making my scalp numb.

I'm also a layman, so I can't help feeling a little curiosity that I shouldn't have

Before that, I had seen several "works" of that puppet, of course, not including the one he smashed back and forth several times.

To be honest, those dolls are extremely exquisite. It can be seen that the puppeteer has put in a lot of thought, and the pen knife is used smoothly, exuding a light and bright sense of happiness, as if through this doll, you can see the puppet maker using The color is light and elegant, and the eyebrows are peaceful.

However, the real situation is quite different from what I expected.

The small forest building is like a homeless man who passed out drunk at the garbage dump, as if he threw a few dirty and messy colors into the swill and stirred them randomly, exuding the smell that only old and moldy objects have been used for a long time. There will be a taste.

Inside the house, I, an outsider, would feel blushing, like a heavily made-up old bustard with open clothes, which makes people feel nauseous.The small house is full of messy wood slag, broken pieces, worn out, broken tools... However, the owner of the house seems to be unable to see these things, stepping on them with bare feet, his face The muscle lines didn't vibrate at all.

And the dormant thing in this devil's den-like dwelling place is only a human figure left.

The monster stood up hunched, like a ridged skeleton, with no flesh attached to it at all, like a raised edge on a rock, which hurts the hand just looking at it.

However, in complete contrast to this image of a skinny ghost, there is the burning enthusiasm on this person's face, and the panic that is almost frozen under the magma on the surface.His slender body is like a solid black box, in which hideous and hideous ghosts are locked.A kind of desolate and hysterical loneliness flows in his blood vessels, and even in various tissues. This kind of unresponsive loneliness is like some kind of mud sleeping on the bottom of the sea. A sense of despair and suffocation that could not be shouted clung to his throat.

It was like seeing a silent volcano dying by itself, or rather, an abyss growing skyward.

Every cell in his body was trying his best to smile, but he couldn't make a complete grin that didn't leak mud.

This is also considered a miracle.What is this distorted emotion like?It's like a refugee who was alone in a natural disaster and lost everything, fell down beside a certain sewer in a rainstorm, but was still wishful thinking to offer the Bodhi leaf, which was still warm in his arms, to the gods and Buddhas.

He put all his remaining, still clean, pure gentleness on his face, and whispered warmly to the empty bedside, as if someone was really waving there.

His eyes, eyebrows, nose... and even any of the facial features will have a kind of look: Is this guy really human?of weird doubts.It seems to be painted flat, forgetting to add light and shadow, just hanging on the skin, anyone who looks at it will feel chills all over, and the hairs stand on end.

To be honest, his face really looks more and more like the crushed puppet at his feet.

However, I can clearly feel that the puppet is more normal than its maker.It is also mixed with another person's distinctive temperament, the remaining diametrically opposite style, with an obvious sense of incompleteness, like a tattered canvas with its colors torn off.

It's quite like the foreign painter who came here earlier.

It's just... didn't he die in that mudslide many years ago?

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"Master God Judge, there is someone outside the gate of Honmaru who said he met you."

"Someone is looking for me?" Shen Shangshuo raised his head, looked out the door with some doubts, and a touch of red hit his eyes.

Xiye rolled in through the window, and landed lightly on the wooden floor, "Oh, baby, we haven't seen each other for a few days, why are we still alive?"

"So it's you." The white-haired boy held the pen in Xuxu, and after a while, he still couldn't help asking, "Have you reconciled with Mr. Nakaya?"

What he actually wanted to ask in his heart was could he go back?

"Ah, it's not a reconciliation..." The boy squatted down in distress, and the toes of his shoes were dawdling on the ground, "But in the end, Zhongye sauce no longer avoids me." gone."

"That's indeed a good thing." Shenshang Shuo responded, suppressing the slightly bitter disappointment in his heart, "Your next step..."

The black-haired boy tilted his head, slowly combed a fringe near his ear with his right hand, and said thoughtfully, "I have other plans, how can I just let it go... just There are too many troubles lately, a pair of bastards who can't beat each other come to our house every day to yell, it's really crazy."

Shenshang Shuo's heart was slowly immersed in the icy water, and he felt chills intermittently.It's like turning a day that is close at hand into a life sentence. You can't see the end at a glance, and you can't see a road sign in the middle, which suddenly widens the psychological gap.

He forced himself to concentrate, and wanted to ask again what was going on, and what was his plan after that, "You..."

"That's why!" The boy suddenly turned up the volume, and a high-five "slap" interrupted the ear painting of Kamishang Shuo.He turned his face away slightly, the bright red color in his eyes shrank slightly, as if he was about to bleed, "I thought about it, I've troubled you enough these few days, I'd better send you back first!"

"What did you say?!" Shen Shangshuo exclaimed in surprise, almost dazed by the joy that fell from the sky.Holding on to his last bit of rationality, he asked over and over again, "Are you sure? I didn't hear you wrong just now..."

The boy flicked his head a little funny, and said helplessly, "As for being so excited, little ice cube, just go home, can we stop acting like we're trying to get people up from the [-]th floor of hell?"

"I..." Shenshang Shuo subconsciously opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out, only the sore emotion that came up to fill him up.Two lines of warm and cool liquid rolled down from nowhere, lightly smeared a few strokes on his front lapel, and warmed his heart.

"Thank you so much..." These were probably the only remaining words in his brain that had been blown by the storm.

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"Is that all right?" The boy was sitting bored at the door of Honmaru, his eyes lit up when he saw Kamisami Saku coming out of it, "It's been a long time, I'm already hungry."

"Excuse me..." Sakumo Kamisami regained his composure after saying goodbye to a sword in Honmaru, and replied with some embarrassment, "Are you hungry? How about I go prepare something to eat?" ?”

"Forget it, forget it, I appreciate your kindness. This is not a problem that can be solved by stuffing a few pieces of snacks. It is more like stuffing this little ice cube between your teeth." The boy clicked his tongue, revealing two pointed teeth. The sharp little canine teeth were grinded menacingly.

"I can't give you food." After getting along for many days, Shenshang Shuo was able to calmly look at the boy's astonishing remarks, and even smoothed the boy's forward bangs calmly.

He showed a little curious look, "How are we going to go back?"

"It's a good idea to ask questions!" The young man proudly threw a dice in the direction of Shenshang Shuo, "Here, this is the way to go, let's play with it!"

Don't just come here so casually!Shenshang Shuo hurriedly caught the dice, panicking in his heart.

"Don't worry." As if seeing what he was thinking, the young man comforted him with a smile, "This is something left by Zhulong, it's not that fragile, even if you drop it vigorously, it won't necessarily break. "

"How about it, isn't it beautiful!"

Is the focus on aesthetics?this sir.Shenshang Shuo couldn't complain.He looked down at the dice in his hand, and carefully poked it with his finger.

It was a square dice, rounded at the beginning, and it looked like jade luster as a whole. It was inlaid with some unknown red spar, which represented numbers.If you take a closer look inside, you can only see a chaotic milky white, like layers of clouds, and you can faintly see the scene of the alternation of the sun and the moon inside.

"It's really pretty." Shen Shangshuo nodded in agreement.

"That's right, come on, throw it to me, and I'll teach you how to use it." The boy snapped his fingers crisply, and casually threw that precious dice into the air,

"Are you ready, little ice cube? We're leaving!!!"

"Um!!!"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow the main text will be finished, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The state of Qiguanguan is not very good these days, and I can't find the feeling.

But Big Goose is finally going to make his mark QAQ, his mother is too difficult to deal with.

Let me talk about the final episode first: Wedding, Xiaoranbu and Xiaoshenshang, the one that traveled through the original book may give it a try, but I don’t think I’m very good at QAQ.

In short, let's not persecute the little gods to wear small skirts. (puff

Speaking of the one about the lord and his retainers... I can't find the feeling for a while, I'll think about it again.

As for some cough cough content, I can't do it, I'm still a child (ahhh

The stems are still being collected.

The above is a bunch of nonsense by a chatterbox author to make room for tomorrow's short essay. (pointing and pointing:,,,