resentment resuscitation

Intermittent desperate crying woke up Mai Dingdong from his lethargy, he opened his sore eyes, sat up, his head was still a little dizzy.

This is where?

The wound on his chest had already healed, and he was uncomfortable with the hard bed behind him.

Looking around, it was a dark room of about ten square meters, with only wooden beds and iron doors.

I remembered.He picked up the wooden sign.

The iron door is heavy, and there is a small rectangular window on the lower side, which is just enough to accommodate dishes in and out.

Frowning, Mai Dingdong stretched his legs out of bed, and with a click, stepped on a scarlet beetle.

Screams and cursing from the outside came in through the window, Mai Dingdong went to squat down, and pressed his eyes to the window with great effort.

A woman in a puff-sleeved dress stood not far away, the iron gate in front of her was wide open, and the man in Taoist robes lay on the ground in embarrassment, begging the villagers not to take him away.

"Stop crying, I finally changed to the wooden sign, and I haven't cried yet when I saw it was you." The woman clenched the hemp rope tightly in her hand, and dragged him away in disgust.

Adult men have no power to resist under her arms.

A fluorescent number "7" on the iron door.

It seems that they are the villagers who got the wooden card 7 in the first wave, and the outsiders who got the wooden card 7 in the second wave.

Mai Dingdong held his breath and turned his gaze to other places.

There is an electronic watch on the top of the blue brick, and it is 2 o'clock in the morning.

Sensing that the villagers with knives were about to turn their heads, Mai Dingdong quickly closed the window shutter.

Therefore, the treasure that the villagers exchanged for the wooden token is not the outsider who got the wooden token.

He tipped on the light bulb and looked around.

The room is small, but there are many traces of people's lives - brand new magazines under the bed, traveler's backpacks with mud in the corners.

This is not the real world. Many missing humans have strayed into it, and their whereabouts are unknown.A lot of missing persons near Taohua Village must have been here.

It was calm outside the door, but an unknown fire ignited in Mai Dingdong's heart.

He may not be able to intervene in the grievances and grievances of the past, but it is a heinous crime to cause chaos and hurt innocent people.

There is noise from the side room.He pursed his pale lips, suddenly bent his elbows, and slammed hard against the wall.

Plaster was splashed, red bricks fell, and a hole was punched in the old wall.

Next door is room 4.A thick-browed Taoist priest curled up at the corner of the bed, shaking like chaff.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" He begged humbly, and only raised his head in a daze after Mai Dingdong came to him.

He widened his eyes, "You are not dead! I saw that ghost take your heart!"

"And then turn a blind eye."

"Even if you said you would protect me." Mai Dingdong felt amused, and was too lazy to pretend to be stupid.

The Taoist plopped down on the ground, crying, "I was so dazzled by the baby in the extremely dark place, I just wanted to pick it up, I shouldn't!"

"Help me, take me out, they are all lunatics! Murderers!"

Mai Dingdong shook the Taoist priest to grab his hand, and went straight to the sewing machine in the corner.

Dust has accumulated and the sewing machine is old.

His feet were hugged, and the Taoist rushed forward resolutely, "They will come and take away one person every hour, and it will be your turn soon! Aren't you good at smashing walls, take me out together!"

Mai Dingdong bowed his head in silence, and picked up a yellowed picture book from under the sewing machine.

The paper didn't feel like it was left by a recently disappeared victim.

More like people who already existed in this era and space.

Villagers with machetes handed her meals every day.She was locked in a small room to clean the soles of shoes and sew clothes without seeing the light of day.

Later, a petite girl was changed to deliver meals every day, and snacks were often added to her meals.

The diary-like painting came to an abrupt end, and finally stopped at a few words: Someone has climbed a tall building.

"Up to a tall building?"

The Taoist raised his ears and hurriedly said, "I know! They traffic people. If there are customers, they will go up to the tall building, and then they will pick people here and take them away."

"How did you know."

"Go, I heard it from the grave." The Taoist felt guilty, "I took it as their folk customs, and besides, the purpose of our coming is not to uphold justice, so I don't care. Who knows that they are not human at all!"

He raised his head, and the young man was lost in thought.

Everyone in this village has the surname Qiu, and they are in the human trafficking business.Looking at the timeline, the time in the village is fixed in the 80s, and the bride comes later, often taking care of these "victims" out of selfishness.

It's just that the dead are full of resentment, so they appear in the village every month.

Mai Dingdong pulled his feet out, avoided the bugs gushing out of nowhere, and stood in front of the iron gate.

The outside is locked with chains, and the wall on the side is even thicker. How can I get out?

Before he could move, there was a sudden sound of iron chains colliding.

The Taoist stopped pestering Mai Dingdong, and got under the bed to hide, "Why, why did you come here so soon."

It is not the villagers outside the door, but the "black baby" they call.

Compared with normal-looking villagers, although they look weird, their expressions are more human-like.

The leading dwarf said hoarsely, with a complicated expression, "Why don't you leave this village?"

Mai Dingdong understood, "Are you throwing stones at people to drive us away?"

The other party kept silent and went to open the door of another room.

The rest of the "Hei Wa" slapped the bugs on the ground skillfully, and the bright red juice of the bugs gathered all over the ground.

"I want to know about the evil spirits they talked about, is that okay?" Mai Dingdong walked over and offered to help pull the iron chain off, asking politely.

"Don't know too much." The dwarf was full of rejection, "Just try to escape."

The prisoner in the room was not a Taoist priest, but a young girl who the police said had been missing for a few days.

Mai Dingdong turned his head to look at the time, it was still some time before three o'clock.

"Can you walk?" He helped him up.

The girl nodded and pointed to another room.

Others were locked up.

It's just that some rooms have long since disappeared, and the girl broke down and cried with suppressed voice.

"Hei Wa" fumbled out a lever out of nowhere, pressed it hard, and a secret door suddenly appeared, with an upward ladder on the inside.

"Walk."

Mai Dingdong took the initiative to walk at the end to prevent the surprise attack of monsters.

He cast a last glance at the lower cage behind him.

There are nearly twenty rooms, only bricks and iron doors, damp and decayed, and sins have been hidden underground for many years.

The watch on the wall was still ticking.

Suddenly, Mai Dingdong took a breath and shouted loudly: "Time is speeding up, hurry up!"

The stopwatch beat wildly out of control and reset to zero in the blink of an eye.

Three o'clock sharp.

The crowd was agitated, crying, pushing and running upwards.

The next second, the machete made a sharp sound, and the angry villagers swarmed over, cursing furiously, "You bunch of dead children! How dare you come and let the goods go!"

They let go of the rope they were gripping, and the monsters shook their necks, panting heavily, and ran towards the secret passage.

"Hurry up!" The fleeing outsiders pushed each other.

The monster's fine teeth grabbed the girl's trouser leg, Mai Dingdong kicked it away, and lifted the weak girl up with his arms, "Run."

He turned his head, just hissed lightly, and the monsters who followed immediately lost their strength and returned to dead silence.

The troublesome thing is not these resentful monsters, but the villagers.

They're more like resurrected evil humans, and he can't influence them.

The cool night wind blows down from the top, and the exit is only a few feet away.

Waves of monsters surged up, and another wave was calmed down by Mai Dingdong.

With a pain in his back, his fingertips to expel resentment twitched, and his whole body was thrown against the wall by a force.

It turned out to be another Taoist priest, afraid that he would not be able to climb out, and wanted to push the people behind him off the footsteps.

Not a fuel-efficient lamp.

It's a pity that the person who eliminated the resentment, the monster out of control immediately caught up, and the Taoist screamed and disappeared in an instant.

Sighing, Mai Dingdong settled down and waved his arms again.

Except for the Taoist priest, everyone climbed out of the cave safely, collapsed on the ground and gasped.

The entrance of the cave is at the highest point of the village, surrounded by small soil bags.

It is a tomb.

Mai Dingdong stood on the edge of the slope and looked towards the village. The lights were brightly lit, but the darkness shrouded it.

He understood the weirdness of the terrain.

There is endless resentment under the grave, and the dead energy sinks down the slope and falls into the temple at the bottom of the village. The front is uphill and cannot escape.

Perhaps this creates a strange place out of time and space.

The trouser legs were pulled lightly, Mai Dingdong lowered his head, and saw a girl with a numb expression sitting on the ground, his voice was softer than a mosquito, "Thank you."

"No thanks." The palm of her hand stroked the top of the girl's head, with a dry and gentle warmth.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose up.

He always thinks that going with the flow will be the principle that he implements and insists on all his life.

Do not evade or deliberately stand out, do what you should do within the scope of your ability.

The blood on the suit had dried up, the girl curled up behind her, Mai Dingdong's lips were straightened, and she silently looked at the villagers rushing from the other side.

He was very confused and wanted to do something, but he didn't know how to use his strength to help others.

I want to treat "patients" like my grandma.

Such thoughts are like seeds that germinate and grow in the bottom of my heart.

"Ahem——" The sound of sizzle electricity was accompanied by the proud voice of the beast.

The horns of the whole village sounded in unison, and everyone couldn't help looking around.

"Student Mai Dingdong, student Mai Dingdong, your honorable blackmailer brings you news from the front line."

The suppressed mood was dissipated, and the corners of Mai Dingdong's eyes curled up nicely.

"Peach Blossom Village was built in 1961. According to photos that disgusting dogs don't even look at, the villagers are very xenophobic. When close relatives marry, they will lock up children with serious genetic diseases in the temple and let them fend for themselves."

The villagers kept approaching with machetes, their faces were horrific, and the people who had just escaped scattered and fled.

Mai Dingdong raised his hand, the ring sank like stagnant water.

He tilted his head and smiled slyly, clenching that hand into a fist.

"Find a place to hide." Standing against the light, he saw the girl going far away, so he went up to her without hesitation.

There is no power to affect the villagers for the time being, but fists can always.

The announcer continued, "In the [-]s, a villager married a foreign bride, and at the same time started the population business."

A windy punch landed on the face of the manager of the mirror store, and his feet flew into the air, hitting the tree trunk.

"The bride will go to the temple and the grave to deliver food. Three years later, she was punished by her husband and hanged on a tree. I can't bear to take pictures of this." The black beast became angry.

Kankan dodged the blade, and Mai Dingdong swung his long legs, throwing the villagers forward.

"Children who are overborn but not seriously ill will live with them."

"Master, the broadcast is over."

More than half of the menacing villagers wailed and fell down.They couldn't figure out why, under the head of the most inoffensive young man, the injured body didn't recover immediately!

Seeing the machetes falling to the ground in random order, Mai Dingdong felt a little happy.

Grandma should have felt the same way when she was eliminating her grievances.

He shook his fist, and suddenly his arm was limp and fell to the ground, and he shouted helplessly, "I fell!"

The red-eyed villagers immediately surrounded him, wanting to chop this guy up and burn him.

The machete fell, unexpectedly not embedded in the human skin.

Where there are still human figures.

The villagers all looked up, only to see the man roll around twice, blinking in apologetic way, "I'm just pretending."

The villagers who were teased called them like wild beasts and chased after them with knives.

Mai Dingdong gave the girl in the distance a comforting look, clenched his fists again, and wanted to solve this farce neatly.

Just no chance.

His fist met a broad, hard back.

Against the moonlight, the black-haired man exudes a sense of distance and aggression that no one should enter.The breath of an adult male is very hot, following the flow of the wind, it hits the tip of Mai Dingdong's nose.

Time seemed to stand still forever.

The man's cuffs were rolled up to the forearm, and under the wheat-colored skin was surging power.He just raised his arms lightly, exuding endless indifferent murderous aura.

Five fingers touched the palm, and there were two crisp applause.

At that moment—

All the weapons fell to the ground suddenly, and the consciousness of the villagers without the support of resentment dissipated at the same time, and they collapsed.

"boom!"

With the sound of the explosion, the tongue of flame licked and spread along the edge of the village. In an instant, a sea of ​​flames engulfed the villagers, and the villagers turned into black soot that filled the sky, flying with the heat.

They are completely annihilated and disappeared in the long stream of time, never being able to revive to do evil again.

Those superborn "Heiwa" who hide in the dark and accompany the night, because of their remaining kindness to rescue the victims, their bodies gradually become transparent in the collapse of the illusory world, and finally blend into the wind.

The strong wind confused everyone's eyes.

The outsiders raised their heads together, watching the coming of the doomsday.

In the distance came the hissing and scolding of the beast.

Thinking back, Mai Dingdong swallowed, his fist twitching stiffly.

The muscles under his hands are bulging, stronger than even a cheetah.

So familiar, this smell.

It was the scary monster who made the hunter disappear with one finger in the forest and stared at his chest, and it was the "exploding ghost" that Lu Shiyan called.

Even more terrifying.

The breath seems to be—

It can also face the black liquid of iced cola, black potatoes, and the black mist that said "belongs to you" that was burned by him.

Mai Dingdong's heart sank to the bottom.

bang bang bang bang—

The heart beat wildly with the rotation of the opponent's jaw.

His facial features were deep and eye-catching, under the fine strands of hair, a pair of piercingly cold dark golden eyes swept over.

The corners of his lips twitched, pulling out a half-smile, with unknown meaning.

Mai Dingdong, who was still at ease just now, shivered, okay, so scary!

Goose, help!

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