Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

The rain stopped completely.

Qi Mou saw the dim candle flame in the mirror, blurring the mirror image.

A burst of dizziness and drowsiness came, and he might be falling asleep.

But when night came, Qi Mou immediately opened his eyes.

The face in the mirror became a little more sinister under the sway of the candle shadow, the tails of the eyes were elongated, the eye sockets were slightly darkened, and the pupils were completely soaked into pure black.

His upper canine teeth are elongated and hooked around his lips, and his smile is deep and weird, like a ghost.

Oh yes, he remembered.

I'm a ghost...

The ghost that is feared and feared by others is myself.

Qi Mou raised his hand to his eyes.

His nails were a little longer than usual, and they were also pitch black, capable of cutting people's necks sharply.The black tendons on the fingers bulged slightly, and with a slight movement, one could feel the terrifying power contained under the skin.

He lowered his head and smiled evilly, hooked Gouyan's chin with his fingertips, and said in a strange tone: "It's a pity, it's a pity that it's not you tonight..."

Yan Bushi slept soundly, as if having a nightmare, his brows were slightly frowned.

Gui Qimou's mind is a little confused, he knows that he can't remember what happened at night during the day, and at night, he likes to kill... But he can only shuttle through the candlelight to find the person who read his name.

Before nightfall, where was the last cutie who called him?

Are you snoring and enjoying sweet dreams?

Are you secretly looking forward to, waiting for his arrival?

Or... huddled under the quilt in the middle of the night, not daring to show a corner?

Qi Mou's eyes were dark, his vision was hazy, he couldn't see the wall or the door.All he could see was the candlelight and the imprint of the person who called his name.

"You're here." Qi Mou grinned, stretched out his hand, turned into a gust of black wind, and found a candle, "It burns really well, it's so warm."

The candlelight flickered faintly, illuminating the faces of the people next to it, and guiding the ghost.

It was a good-looking face, with two moles under the eyes, and it slept well.

Qi Mou pinched the man's chin and took a closer look: "Well, it looks familiar, who are you?"

"Qi Mou, you came to my place...huh?" The man was woken up by him, rubbed his eyes, and was in a daze for a long time, his pupils dilated instantly, a little frightened, "Hello? Qi Mou?!"

With a ghostly face on his face, Qi Mou asked with a smile, "Who are you? I haven't seen you before. Why do you still call me?"

"You are a ghost, no wonder Si Si died last night, hey." The man sighed, raised his eyelids, and pressed Qi Mou's hand, "I said I am your teammate, can you spare my life? "

Qi Mou couldn't understand what this man said, and those words turned into chaotic syllables when they reached his ears.

Is this provocative?

It is very courageous to challenge the evil spirits at night.

"Your skin is not bad." Qi Mou pressed his nails into the face of the play, and a few traces of blood flowed out, "I took it away."

A few rips and scratches.

"Qi Mou, I can't continue...uh!" Juju suddenly covered his mouth, suppressed the painful cry, and said dully, "At least Yan Buzhi..."

Afterwards, the sound of bones breaking rang out many times.There is one less life in this room.

Feeling satisfied, Qi Mou wiped his hands with the sheet, sat quietly on the head of the bed, and looked at the two corpses in front of him.

One was a man he had just dealt with who spoke strangely.

The other one was even weirder. When he came to find this person last night, the other person opened his eyes to look at him without saying a word, and forced a mirror.

Because the person last night was very honest, Qi Mou didn't kill people in a cruel way, but sucked his soul directly.

"Who is it?" Qi Mou looked at the drama on the left, Si Si on the right, and stroked his hair, "I'm Qi Mou, who are you?"

It's a pity that no one responded, and he had no way of knowing who he killed.

"Goodbye, huh—" Qi Mou blinked slightly, and gently blew on the candle.

The candle was extinguished, and there was nothingness in front of his eyes.

Qi Mou turned his head, there were still a few candles burning in this big room, but he was not in the mood to find other people to play tonight, that was enough.

Inexplicable irritability came to his mind, Qi Mou decided to go out for a walk, anyway, this village is also full of lights.

But there seemed to be a lot of candlelight at the door, like the night sky dotted with stars, which attracted all his eyes.

I really want to be close to... the candlelight.

-

Like a wisp of smoke, Qi Mou floated to the gate.

The rain has stopped long ago, and the peach tree at the door has withered.

Why is that annoying couplet gone?Well, it was torn off by someone.

More than 20 candles were held up in the air, reflecting more than 20 ghostly faces. These people were dressed in tatters and gathered at the door, as if they were all waiting for Qi Mou.

Qi Mou felt that they were very familiar and kind, and he should be of the same kind as them.

A middle-aged woman with short hair flickered the candle first, her eyes were empty, but she had a smile on her face: "Xiao Qi, where have you been recently? You are so naughty, we have been running for so long, we all miss you."

Qi Mou was in a daze, but he could understand what these people said.

"Where did I go?" Qi Mou went over and touched the woman's shoulder, smiling very intimately, "I forgot, Aunt Qiao. Where do you think I went?"

He also didn't know why he called this woman Aunt Qiao.

"Have you gone to find your father? Haha." Aunt Qiao squeezed the shoulder in front of her. The ghost hand was very strong, but Qi Mou didn't feel any pain.

"Father? Maybe." Qi Mou had no impression of this title, and chuckled secretly, "Aunt Qiao, you seem to be getting old."

Aunt Qiao jumped up and hit Qi Mou on the head: "What are you talking about? Xiao Qi, you seem to be tall."

"Ah, ah, ah." There was a mute hum.

Qi Mou turned his head to look, and saw an ugly ghost, hunched over, with no tongue in its mouth, carrying a pole and a candle, laughing at him.

"Uncle Yi." Qi Mou smiled openly, and went to look through his shoulder pole, "Is there anything you can bring me today?"

"Ah, ah." The ugly man shook his head and nodded again.

"Okay then." Qi Mou was a little regretful, and took the initiative to hug the ugly guy, "I'll ask for it next time."

"Xiao Qi, you're back? I heard you're back." A deep voice asked.

Qi Mou turned his head to look, he was a man dressed as an old fisherman, his facial features could vaguely reveal his youthful handsomeness.

Qi Mou nodded, closed his eyes and said, "Well, it's Brother Qing, I'm back."

The old fisherman asked: "What about your mother? Why is your mother missing?"

Qi Mou opened his eyes: "My mother, yes, where is my mother?"

Mother……?

Qi Mou vaguely remembered a woman's face.

She should have an upright and generous face, should teach herself how to play cards at the stone table, should be able to tolerate her own pranks, and should be the one who teaches herself to create her own rules and break them in the silent night.

He should be the real God of Gamblers.

But he couldn't remember the exact appearance of his mother.

"Your mother went to find you." said the fisherman who was called Brother Qing, "stay here, we will wait for your mother to come back together."

The ugly guy yelled and pushed the fisherman, waved his hands again and again, and made two more gestures.

"Oh, that's great! Xiao Qi has a boyfriend, how many boyfriends? Are they different from us? Well, well..." The fisherman was very regretful, and looked at Qi Mou with a smile on his face again, "Xiao Qi, what's the matter?" Don’t light candles anymore? Didn’t you love playing the most before?”

"Get rid of it, it's better to die out, people are too fragile." Qi Mou rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "You seem to have changed, you have changed a lot."

Aunt Qiao held Qi Mou's hand happily: "You have changed! Xiao Qi, you seem to have become a human being."

When everyone heard this sentence, they congratulated Qi Mou with ghostly smiles: "That's great, Xiao Qi."

A dark wind blows over this village full of ghosts, desolate and mournful.Like a distant elegy from decades ago, after a long time, it reached Qi Mou's ears.

"Pregnant woman..." Qi Mou seemed to be filled with clarity, his eyes suddenly opened wide, "Where is the pregnant woman?"

"What pregnant woman?"

"We haven't had a pregnant woman for many years."

"Xiao Qi, it's almost dawn, let's have fun..."

Gui Qimou looked back in despair, and found the brightest burning candle in the night.

The light was dancing, engrossing Qi Mou's entire mind.

Are you calling me back?All right.

He shuttled between the candle flames and came to this candle.

The person lying next to him changed his position, as if he was upset that he didn't get someone to hug him.

Qi Mou lay down again, and looked at the man curiously.The face is very special, the eyelids are a bit thin, and the temper should be not very good.

As soon as he lay down, the man actually lay down on his collarbone socket, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

"You can summon the evil spirit back." Qi Mou glanced sideways at this guy, and after waiting for a long time but no one woke up, he whispered advice in a hoarse voice, "But don't sleep in the arms of the evil spirit."

-

Its daybreak.

Qi Mou felt pain in one shoulder, numbness in the other shoulder, and his arm was about to break.

He opened his eyes, Yan didn't know that the sleeping god was still pressing half of his body.

"Who died today?" Qi Mou rubbed his hair and pulled Yan Bushi to look.

In the hall, the healer, the fool, and the nurse were all sitting well. Seeing them coming, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they turned around and ran to the drama room.

Qi Mou also followed, but with a smile on his lips, he lowered his head and said to Yan Bushi, "We are the only ones left, are you afraid?"

"What I'm afraid of is lying on the same bed with you." Yan Bushi rolled his eyelids slightly.

Heal slammed into the door, and the door only opened a crack, and it was only when they went up and slammed it together that it broke open completely.

Sure enough, the drama listened and blocked the furniture at the door.

But death still comes.

Drama is dead on the bed, blood soaking the sheets under him, and the whole scene looks like a show that has been forced to end.

But the frightening thing is that Juju's face was scratched, with several deep bloodstains across it, and a few pieces of skin were torn off.

Healing Tsk Tut said: "What kind of deep hatred is this...how could someone want to kill Meigong..."

The nurse couldn't believe it: "Are you eating Meiqiang?"

The cure stopped talking.

But Qi Mou stood there, his eyes never moved from the drama's face.

Slowly, he took out the mirror in his pocket.

In a daze, his face was reflected in the mirror. It still had the same appearance, but there was a gloomy ghostly aura between his brows, similar to... last night.

Memories of last night flooded back.

He is a ghost who brutally killed his best friend.

Qi Mou recalled that chaotic memory and had a headache for a while.

That group of villagers... are the ghosts, and he can still call several people by their names.

Qi Mou suddenly wanted to see the woman who beat him that day.

This thought disturbed him, the people over there were still inspecting the dead body of drama, Qi Mou slowly backed away and leaned against the window.

"Da da." He lay alone by the window, looking at the river, humming softly, "da da..."

After living alone for so long, Qi Mou began to try hard to recall his vague childhood for the first time.

It's a beautiful place.

There should be gentle river breeze, faintly lit fishing fires, and red candles from thousands of households.

There are distant mountains that cannot be reached, the hazy moonlight, and the pattering spring rain.

There are sweet crispy bamboo shoots, terrifying scorpion bees, and unintelligible newspapers.

There are also the villagers who are used to him, the shopkeeper uncle who is like a treasure chest, and the singing mother.

……

Outside the window, there are hard-working fishermen fishing by the river, and the song they are humming is changed to:

[East to the countryside, where to go.

I can't return to my hometown in this life.

Children, ghosts.

To be a ghost by day and by night,

He likes candlelight best.

Children come, children go.

The child blows out the red candle,

The child said: You have changed.

We say: You have changed. 】

The author has something to say: I like this book very much