Ghost King's Vicious Dog

"Her granddaughter died long ago. She died last summer."

One sentence made the cloudy wind rise from the ground, and in the early morning, under the bright sun, Jiang Tian broke out in a cold sweat.

"But..." Jiang Tian rubbed his chilly arms, trying to defend himself: "Grandma told me last night that her granddaughter went to the mountains to collect firewood. Grandma has no reason to lie to me?"

The young man extinguished the cigarette on the stone and shrugged his shoulders, "Let me tell you this, even the most experienced old hunters dare not enter the mountain after the sun goes down."

"The mountain road is difficult to walk, but it's okay during the day. Once it's night, you will get lost when you enter the mountain, and you may encounter wild animals. In the past, an archaeological team came to our village to investigate. Later, they said that there was something going on in the city. No matter how much I tried to persuade you to leave, I lost my way and died in the mountains. It is said that the police didn’t even find the body.”

A young man next to him nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, since then, no one has dared to enter the mountain at night."

Jiang Tian turned his head and glanced at the low house over there, puzzled, "Then why did grandma tell me that her granddaughter is still there?"

"That's a crazy woman. In fact, I said before that Zhiqiu talked with her in the house, helped her chop firewood and cook, but who would believe it, her granddaughter was buried with our help."

The young man pointed to his own head, and hinted with gestures: "That woman has mental problems, and she is always talking about it."

Is it really?

Jiang Tian was suspicious. Last night he had a few words with the old grandma. Except for his poor hearing and blind eyes, the other party was just an ordinary, kind and amiable old man. He didn't seem to have any mental illness. look.

Jiang Tian asked again: "How did that grandma's granddaughter... Zhiqiu die?"

The young man lit another cigarette, took a puff, and let out a long breath.

"I remember that last summer, Zhiqiu was 17 years old. He ran into the mountains to pick fruits for fun, and fell to his death. It was the village chief who brought us back and buried the body in the cemetery at the north end of the village."

"Zhiqiu has no parents, so she lives with her grandma. It is estimated that the old woman was stimulated by Zhiqiu's death, and there was something wrong with her head, and she became dazed."

Jiang Tian didn't answer, and looked up at the mountains in the distance, high and low, hidden in the white mist, a little lost in thought.

The young man followed his gaze, a little curious, "What are you looking at?"

"Lingfeng Mountain."

"Hey, you can't see Lingfeng Mountain from here, at least..." He raised his hand and gestured, "Turn two more hills inwards to touch the edge of Lingfeng Mountain, that place is even more evil, listen to the old man They say there are ghosts in that place."

Jiang Tian took a special look at him, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"How is it possible." The young man laughed loudly, "If there was a ghost, it would have been long ago..."

The person next to him elbowed him at the right time, signaling him to stop talking.

The young man also seemed to realize something, as if he was taboo about something unspeakable, he kept his mouth shut.

Jiang Tian did not give up and asked: "What's wrong? What happened earlier?"

But the young man perfunctoryly slapped haha, changed the subject after casually chattering, saying that it was almost noon, and he wanted to go back to each house and find his mother to eat, so they all scattered in groups of two or three. went.

Jiang Tian looked at the back of them leaving, thoughtful.

These people seem to have a common secret, which is kept secret and cannot be mentioned to outsiders.Could it be that Zhiqiu's death was not that simple, and whose body was his demon soul?

He was a little engrossed in his thoughts, his eyes unconsciously staring at a certain floating point in the air, his teeth biting his fingernails lightly.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

This is like class time, when you are holding your breath and concentrating on watching a horror movie on your mobile phone behind the textbook, suddenly the screen of the mobile phone goes black, and the head teacher's face appears on the reflection of your screen.

How scary.

Jiang Tian screamed in fright, and like a cat with its hair blown, he jumped back a step and stared vigilantly at the person coming.

Shao Xing's raised hand was still in mid-air, helpless for a moment, then he laughed dumbly, "Am I so scary?"

"..." Jiang Tian was shocked, and silently complained: "You are not scary, but you suddenly appear behind people without making a sound, which is scary."

Shao Xing deliberately teased him, "You are not doing something wrong, are you so guilty?"

"... I, Jiang Tian, ​​can walk upright and sit upright, so what's wrong with me!"

Shao Xing glanced at him and said with a smile: "What's in your pocket, take it out."

Jiang Tian was like a bad student who was suddenly caught by the dean, he covered his trouser pocket reflexively, and stammered: "No, nothing."

Shao Xing narrowed his eyes dangerously, his tone remained unchanged, "Take it out."

Jiang Tian was in a stalemate for a moment, but in the end he was still afraid. He reluctantly took out the cigarette and put it in his palm for Shao Xing to have a look at.

He quibbled in a low voice: "They gave it to me. I didn't intend to smoke it. I planned to throw it away later."

Of course not.

Jiang Tian didn't smoke in front of people, but he was afraid that someone would report to Shaoxing.Although the possibility of this is very small, Jiang Tian doesn't want to be beaten, so he still has to be careful.

He originally planned to smoke a cigarette on the way back.It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a lighter. Now he still has the ability to turn his fingers into a fire.

But this plan has become a bubble now, and being watched by Shao Xing tenderly and irresistibly, Jiang Tian had no choice but to flip the palm of his hand and throw the cigarette on the ground.

Shao Xing said again: "Crush."

"...As for?"

Jiang Tian glared at him angrily, raised his foot and crushed the cigarette, then turned around and walked towards the residence, groaning angrily.

Shao Xing walked up, dumbfounded, hugged his waist, bowed his head and persuaded intimately: "I am doing it for your own good, your body is not as good as before, and nicotine has hurt you too much."

Jiang Tian wanted to refute, but suddenly felt the weight and temperature on his lower back.

He hid back uncomfortably, and broke away from Shao Xing's embrace.

Shao Xing's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say anything. He just kept a suitable distance from him and walked towards the residence together.

Probably because the atmosphere on the road was silent and awkward, Jiang Tian had no choice but to take the initiative to start the conversation, and told Shao Xing the content of the chat just now.

Finally, he concluded: "There must be something wrong in this village, and it is very likely that it has something to do with Zhiqiu."

After Shao Xing heard this, he just smiled, "Then just wait, if they really have a problem, they will show their feet sooner or later."

Jiang Tian didn't go out again in the afternoon, probably because the wind in the mountains was too cold, he was a little sick from the blowing, so he stayed in the room to sleep in the afternoon.

This time is not the time to sleep, so it is not very comfortable to lie down, drowsy, half asleep and half awake, very tired and heavy on the body, as if being pressed by a ghost.

The nightmare is always very uncomfortable, I can't move my whole body, I feel dizzy, and there are sharp tinnitus in my ears, and I try to wake up, but I can't do it.

Jiang Tianku frowned, and after a while, he suddenly felt someone approaching, and then this person stroked his hair, patted his back, and coaxed him to sleep.

It seemed that he said something, but Jiang Tian couldn't hear it clearly, but he could feel the voice was deep and gentle, very pleasant, and pleasant to hear, so Jiang Tian relaxed inexplicably and fell into a dreamland.

……

Jiang Tian suddenly opened his eyes and saw a mirror.

This mirror is clean and bright, with a silver-white frame, and a marble sink of the same style is attached to it. The faucet is not turned off, and water is gushing out.

This should be the bathroom, Jiang Tian looked at the mirror blankly, saw his own face, then lowered his head, and saw a utility knife in his hand.

Jiang Tian remembered why he was here, and also remembered what he was going to do next.

This was his dream, and it was a dream many years ago, but the person in the dream didn't know it, and couldn't help himself, thinking that he was really Jiang Tian from several years ago, and wanted to continue his actions.

Jiang Tian stared at himself in the mirror, and reached out to touch it in confusion, his fingertips touched the cold mirror surface.

"Is this face beautiful?" Jiang Tian didn't understand, he didn't know much about his own appearance, and the people around him, whether it was Chu You or Shao Xing, were much prettier than him.

Living among the beauties, they are too picky about aesthetics, so that although Jiang Tian looks good, he thinks he is mediocre.

"Why did he treat me like that? Is it because I look like this?"

The Jiang Tian in the dream had just experienced that confession and rape/violence for only two months.

In the past two months, he has endured the desire and hostility from Shao Xing, like a small animal that has suffered innocent disasters out of thin air, feeling confused and afraid, racking his brains to know why he was treated so cruelly.

He cried, begged, grabbed Shao Xing's clothes and begged him to let him go.

He even found other more beautiful and obedient boys for Shao Xing, hoping that he could 'transfer love', but apart from being severely punished once, it didn't work, so he could only think of other ways.

Jiang Tian was so naive back then, thinking that Shao Xing just liked his looks, as long as he ruined his face, everything would return to normal.

Jiang Tian clenched the utility knife in his hand, pushed out the blade with his thumb, and slowly moved it to his face. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, and quickly drew a long mark on his cheek, and blood oozed out all at once.

"No..." Jiang Tian stared at the mirror and muttered to himself, "It's not deep enough, it will grow well..."

As if possessed by a demon, he raised his hand again, and slashed fiercely on his face twice. This time, the cut was very deep, the flesh was cut open, and the blood almost gushed out, falling drop by drop on the sink. In the middle, it was quickly washed away by the current.

Jiang Tian frowned slightly because of the pain, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open violently, and slammed against the wall with a bang.

Jiang Tian shuddered, and the utility knife fell into the sink with a clang. He leaned on the edge of the table in fear, and turned his head to look at the door.

Shao Xing stood there with an extremely gloomy expression.

Word by word, he said slowly but extremely oppressively: "Jiang Tian, ​​what are you doing?"