[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

The antler sounded once and then stopped sounding, but the echo was still faintly echoing.

Then, I saw a light blue mist rising from my feet. The mist rose slowly and quickly covered the surrounding fire.

Everything is too familiar.

I have dreamed of this scene countless times, and every time I woke up in a cold sweat.

I looked into the depths of the fog, and the Yin soldiers lined up were walking towards me.Turning around again, there is no underground waterfall, it is clearly a huge bronze door with a gap opened.

An illusion, I thought wearily.

If my previous ten years were real, the present must be an illusion.

It is impossible for me to go back there again. The matter related to the bronze door has already been settled.Not only am I so sure, but Poker Ping, Fatty, and Xiao Hua can all be sure.

Unless, they are all my hallucinations.

"You thought it was a hallucination?"

A voice suddenly appeared in my ear.

I was shocked, and the anxiety and panic accumulated in my heart burst out.

In the light blue mist, in front of me, there was a silhouette of a person, and I was very familiar with it.

Still convinced it was a hallucination, I walked over to him even though my hands were shaking and my feet were taking steps that seemed to be on cotton.

The mist lay between us, I gradually approached, and the appearance of "him" gradually became clear.

We looked at each other, at each other, and at ourselves.

The person in front of me is exactly like me.

The same dress, the same injury, even the expression on the face is the same.

I raised the hand that had just been cut, and the man raised his hand in the same way. There was also a scratch on the palm, and it was still bleeding.

"Fuck me."

I have to talk so I can feel myself: "Isn't it a hallucination?"

Is there a mirror here?

The me in the "mirror" didn't talk like me. He smiled, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

I suddenly realized that he was not me, but imitating me.

His current expression is his real appearance, and I am familiar with it.

"Zhang Haike?" I asked him.

He smiled, his eyes became sharper, he stopped imitating me, changed his posture, looked very casual, and then said to me: "It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time."

I looked at him and thought it was ridiculous and weird.

He must be my hallucination, but I have no idea what my purpose in imagining him is.

"Why are you?" I was speechless, I didn't have a good impression of this person.

Zhang Haike, who I imagined, also looked at me, as if trying to figure out my thoughts, and then he said, "You are going to die."

Oh, it turned out that I fantasized that he would come out to remind me that it was very dangerous and unsafe now.

I smiled at him: "No, people often tell me that." I looked at the palm of my hand, "The hallucination before my death, how could it be you."

The scene is familiar again.

A few months ago, also in front of that door, I fantasized about Heixiazi and Brother Xiaoman.

They are my imaginary "saviors" when my consciousness is blurred and I almost die from hypothermia.

Later, I often think of that hallucination, or dream.That was also my fear, my worry, my deepest despair in ten years.

But in the final analysis, they are just images I imagined to talk to myself.

They are, after all, me.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Zhang Haike in front of me, and he was the same.

"You fell off the waterfall and you broke your leg, you lost consciousness and the blood flowed so much it didn't stop," he said.

Zhang Haike's tone was very cold, I thought I should be a little nervous when I heard that, after all, he was about to die, but my heart was very calm.

"Answer me." I don't want to know how to die, I have more important questions to ask, "Why did I see you."

I can imagine any person, Poker bottle, fat man, fourth child or even a silhouette.Any one of them makes me want to see more than Zhang Haike at this moment.

If it had to be Zhang Haike, it could only mean that he, or myself, had something more important to tell me than the last words.

When I thought of his identity, the peace in my heart was suddenly broken, and I began to shudder.

About the Zhang family, or about Poker Bottle.

Zhang Haike's voice seemed to come from another world, he said: "The person you want to meet will be met soon."

"Who?" My heart beat violently.

Zhang Haike did not answer this question, he said: "This is his end point."

It's the little brother, I'm sure, it must have something to do with him.

I don't know if it's because I'm sure it's a hallucination, but my anxiety became so uncontrollable that I grabbed Zhang Haike's collar almost as soon as I heard it.

I heard my own voice start to tremble: "What's going on, what the hell is going on here!"

Zhang Haike didn't resist at all, not at all what he should have been.

My hallucinations went awry and I began to wonder if I could hear what I wanted to know.

Zhang Haike opened my hand. I didn't feel anything, but my hand was opened.

We looked at each other, and my anxiety was suppressed and turned into futile worry.

Zhang Haike's eyes didn't change at all, this is the biggest difference between him and me.

"Look carefully." Zhang Haike turned around and pointed to the Yin soldiers not far behind him, "What are they?"

I looked at those Yin soldiers, the blue mist gradually dispersed, and I saw a huge team, but it was not Yin soldiers.

They don't wear armor, they wear dark robes, and instead of horse faces, they wear masks like those in murals.

They were mighty, but there was no sound of anyone's footsteps. When I looked at their feet, there was only a vague mist.

I couldn't help taking a step back, they were about to walk in front of us.

Zhang Haike said, "They can't see us."

I said in my heart that it is normal not to see you, you are an illusion.As for me, am I hallucinating myself, or are they hallucinations.

My body was extremely exhausted, and the wounds on my body were numb. I looked at my feet, and they were the same.

I couldn't move, and I didn't want to move. The only senses in my body were my eyes.

I saw them come up to me.

The person walking in the front was different from the others. His robe was of a special color, and the pattern on the mask was more complicated.He holds a bow in his hand, and carries a few arrows on his back. The arrow feathers are long bird feathers.Around his waist was a circle of red silk thread, very thin, not like a rope, but the red color was very clear and gorgeous.Silk threads stretched from his waist to the hands of the people behind, and they were connected by these threads.

The person in the lead came over first, and he passed through Zhang Haike.

The two of them seemed to become transparent for an instant, unable to distinguish each other, and then separated for an instant, just like that.

I watched him walk towards me, but I subconsciously gave way.

He walked past me, and I saw that his robe was engraved with the same characters as those on the women's zongzi.His face was completely hidden under the mask, I didn't even see the profile, and we passed each other.

I watched him walk away, feeling my scalp numb for no reason.

I turned my head again, and a masked face in the line behind me jumped right in front of me.

What Zhang Haike said was right, they couldn't see us, and we couldn't feel them. I only felt that my eyes went dark for a second, and then passed through each other with an illusion I didn't know what it was.

Zhang Haike signaled me to follow him to the edge of the glazed turntable, I followed him, and then, together with him, watched the team gradually walk towards the center of the glazed brick platform.

The leader drew out the arrow carried on his back, put one on the bow, and shot it in one direction.

The arrow stayed in my sight for only a moment, and then it was gone, falling into the distant light or darkness.

He shot the last two arrows in succession, then lowered his bow and continued walking.

"That's the soul-inducing arrow of the dead." Zhang Haike said suddenly, "They are performing a funeral ceremony."

"Funeral?" I was surprised, "I thought it was a sacrifice."

Zhang Haike continued: "It's almost the same. It can be understood that the funeral is the ultimate goal, but what they are doing before, which is what they are doing now, is indeed a sacrifice."

This kind of dialogue is very interesting, because Zhang Haike is my hallucination, but I can't guess what he said.

I continued to ask: "What's the matter with the murals, what are the paintings on them, are they?"

Zhang Haike turned his head to look at the mural, but the middle part had disappeared, leaving only a piece of rock wall.

It turned out that they walked out of the mural, which may be another version of the story of Liaozhai.

Zhang Haike said: "What you see may not be true."

"I know." I looked at him coldly, "like you."

Zhang Haike shook his head, pointing to the sacrificial team: "I'm not important, you come and see them."

Zhang Haike's voice continued, even his voice was the same as mine, I couldn't tell whether it was him or myself.