resentment resuscitation

The cold air gradually filled the entire space, the cliff disappeared behind, and the train slowly drove into the endless snow.

There were about fifty people in the carriage, all of them in long black dresses and white veils.

Mai Dingdong turned his head to avoid Zhong Mo's hand, and looked around carefully.

Just like Peach Blossom Village, this is a space different from the real world.

Under the white snow, the heating gathered by the crowd stained the car windows with a layer of mist.

"Where is this? Hey! Is anyone there?" A man was lying on the car door and hammering frantically, his veil kept shaking with the movement.

From the window, you can see the moving figures in the rear compartment, but the sound cannot be transmitted at all.

"It's strange, who changed my clothes?" Another woman stumbled to her feet and fell to the ground.

Nearly half of the people looked flustered, breathing and pushing at the door, trying to call the flight attendant.

And the remaining half.

Mai Dingdong got up.

They're all walking dead.

The expression of the real nun froze without any change.

"Stop shouting!"

Everyone stopped moving.

Mai Dingdong turned his head, frowned and said, "Shi Wu?"

Shi Wu was sitting in the back row, his heart was beating like a drum, and he bit the tip of his tongue before regaining his strength. He got up and shouted: "Don't panic!"

"Everyone has been pulled into another space now. As long as we find out the rules and eliminate grievances, we can return to reality!"

"What do you know?" The burly man rushed over aggressively, grabbed Shi Wu by the collar and lifted him off the ground, "Do you know why we are here?"

When Shi Wu was strangled, his face turned red, and his throat was about to smell of blood. He scratched around, and was finally released before he was suffocated.

Another twisted the man's arm and pressed it behind him.

"Cough." Bending down to take a deep breath, Shi Wu nodded to Mai Dingdong to thank him.

"I said, to find the rules in the world of resentment."

"This is not reality, you all don't move around, or you may lose your life!"

Mai Dingdong felt a little touched.

The blood stuck in the throat, and the appearance of struggling to explain is completely different from Shi Wu's timidity and bewilderment last time.

It's a pity, obviously, the advice of the Master of Elimination of Resentment cannot enter the minds of ordinary people.

The imprisoned man bit him, and Shi Wu was an insider who wanted to break free from Mai Dingdong's shackles like crazy.

"Let the fuck go, let me ask!"

The air was getting colder and colder, and his legs were restricted by the nun's clothes. Mai Dingdong lost his mind and was caught by the opponent to break free.

"Don't get excited, calm down." He wanted to pull, but the man staggered because of the train's slow motion, caught a nun's foot and fell to the ground.

"Click"

The nun fell down in her original posture, her expression still peaceful, treacherous and weird.

Once the fine cracks appeared, they quickly covered the entire body of the nun.

The next second, with a bang, her whole body was torn apart, without blood, like broken pottery.

"Ah!" He lost his voice and backed away, and the crowd quickly fled back.

The man attributed this weird scene to the nun's clothes on his body, so he lost his mind and began to pick up his clothes, "Take it off, take off the fuck!"

Before Shi Wu dissuaded her, the holy dark long dress was thrown on the ground.

At the same time, short and dense whispers suddenly sounded, like the whisper of a devil.

Before anyone could cover his ears, the uncle who took off the nun's clothes also exploded suddenly.

Blood splattered and twisted everywhere.

A drop of blood brushed the eyelashes and splashed on the car window, Mai Dingdong's heart almost stopped beating.The big arm was pulled back, and then the whole person was pulled into his arms in an instant.

Demonic whispers overlaid by a powerful heartbeat.

"Don't look."

He heard Zhong Mozhi say on the top of his hair.

Crying, begging and cursing filled the entire carriage, and the expression of the nun on the seat never changed a bit.

The smell of blood was very strong, so strong that Mai Dingdong's stomach rolled, and his whole body trembled with tense muscles.

The fingers were brushed away one by one, Mai Dingdong lowered his head, only then did he realize that the nails were about to pinch into the palm of his hand.

It was that sense of frustration and powerlessness again.

He can't smell the smell, and there is no resentment here, which means there is no way to get rid of the resentment.

An undeniable force fell on his chin, Mai Dingdong raised his head, and his attention was caught by those quiet eyes.

"This is not the first layer of the world, we can't use power. It doesn't matter."

These words made Mai Dingdong calm down, and he tried to get up, trying not to look at the miserable scene on the ground, "So you have to go to the first floor to leave, right?"

Zhong Mozhi nodded, and he turned sideways to make way for Mai Dingdong, and his unconventional attire did not affect him.

"Shi Wu said that only by finding the rules can we get rid of grievances." Mai Dingdong supported the back of the chair to maintain his balance, and walked slowly backwards, "Rules."

The damp rust smell can easily make people lose their ability to think. He held his breath, trying to think rationally about the situation just now.

"Will you die if you take off the nun's clothes...?"

A thick layer of water mist covered the car windows, and there seemed to be ghosts flashing in the white snow. They kept tapping on the car windows outside the car, making the sharp sound of fingernails sliding across the blackboard.

Compared with the tragic death of a living person, such a scene could no longer elicit more desperate screams.

The snow piled up relentlessly, dropping the temperature again and again.

Mai Dingdong suddenly stopped, raised his arms, and gestured towards the window.

It is a handprint, the handprint left by pressing on the water mist from the inside.

The edge of the finger is not clear, it looks like someone scratching on the window when struggling hard.

If the glass is scratched before fogging, such marks will exist after fogging.

He was worried that speaking directly would scare more people, so he simply shut his mouth, thinking whether to call Shi Wu or Zhong Mo to hold it.

Turning his head, Shi Wuruan sat on the spot, retching and intermittently telling people not to move.

And Zhong Mozhi.

Mai Dingdong narrowed his eyes, followed the turn of the train and fell to the window.

The man avoided the crowd without changing his expression, jumped lightly, bent and squatted on the back of the chair, and stood up steadily again.

His shoulders were broad, and there was even a rip in the nun's dress because of the raised arms.

"Rope?" Mai Dingdong frowned, and saw a hemp rope dropped on the luggage rack, with a loop at the end, just enough to hold an adult's head.

Zhong Mozhi tugged twice, but couldn't break the rope.

"Ugh—" Shi Wu vomited with red eyes, and explained vaguely, "This is the world of resentful spirits, and it has rules. Things in the rules will not be changed."

Let go of your hand, and the thick rope swung twice in mid-air.

After a few rows of seats, the most calm man took off his veil without fear, raised his jaw and flicked it twice neatly, his fine hair was slightly messy.

He squatted down, grabbed the ring with his hands, and then looked at Mai Dingdong intently, "You know how to leave this world, don't you?"

Mai Dingdong looked at the fingerprints, then at Zhong Mozhi.

Bang bang, bang bang—

The surrounding noise receded like a tide, and the whole world was left with only the sound of his heart beating faster because of tension and excitement.

The flow of blood boiled, Mai Dingdong's breathing fluctuated twice, and his gaze swung between the rope and Zhong Mozhi's gaze.

"Tell me what you think, and I'll do it."

Firm as an oath, as if calling him to jump out of the car window, he would rush out without hesitation.

Mai Dingdong licked his dry lower lip, his voice was dry, "I think..."

The other party's voice was still steady, muffled magnetically, passing through the noisy wind and snow and shouting and fell into the ear.

"I'm not going to die. I trust you, and you can trust me."

bang bang-

Just like Peach Blossom Village, these people in the carriage must not be the first to come to this space.

Except for the unconscious nuns in the carriage, there were only them and no other corpses.

Someone must have managed to leave.

The height of the handprint on the car window is exactly the height that an adult would unconsciously scratch while hanging on that rope.

"Lock that rope around your neck and maybe get away."

He finished quickly.

Before he could calm down and gasp, amidst the exclamation, Zhong Mozhi moved simply, his five fingers passed through the rope and pulled it, and then he rested his chin on it without hesitation, and uttered a few words lightly with his thin lips.

"Believe me."

"Are you crazy?" Shi Wu stood up abruptly, smelling the smell of blood and turning his back to vomit.

Feet brushed against the back of the chair and the whole person vacated, the rope was taut due to the weight of the grown man.

Zhong Mozhi didn't frown, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly there was silence.

Mai Dingdong's palms were covered with hot sweat, he exhaled heavily, turned his head to look at Shi Wu, "Let's go?"

"...Walk."

Not everyone is willing to try such a crazy approach.

Mai Dingdong helped everyone leave one after another, rubbed their shoulders, and was the last one to squat on the back of the chair.

He gripped the rope a little nervously—it was damp with the sweat of many people's hands.

Looking around the car, he said to those who wanted to stay where they were with decibels that everyone could hear: "If you really can't find a way out, you can try again."

Even he himself can't tell where he will lead after disappearing, and of course he won't firmly persuade everyone to take the risk.

The choice is his own, he just wants to provide a feasible path for everyone to choose.

Under the pedal, the bone-drilling pain and suffocation in the throat swept over, and the oxygen re-entered the nasal cavity before the brain was hypoxic to the extreme.

"Father, vespers have begun."

"Father?"

The soft voice calls from far to near, persistently inquiring.

While the little nun was turning around in a hurry, the faltering priest finally slowly opened his eyelids.

The pious music slowly rises along with the prayer, circling and echoing in the church.

There was still a sense of confinement on the neck, and Mai Dingdong couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his neck, and found that this weird feeling came from the white hard lump on the collar.

Appears to be the Roman collar of Fr.

He pretended to be calm, nodded to the little nun with a smile, took the initiative to take a step back, and crossed his fingers like the others in the church.

Under the painted dome, a group of outsiders were already sitting.

There seemed to be no threat of death under the calm.

After a rough scan, Shi Wu was sitting in the last row, Lu Shiyan was standing far away outside the auditorium with a broom in his hand, and Zhong Mozhi, who was the first to leave, was also dressed as a priest standing on the opposite side.

The ring turned spontaneously, Mai Dingdong raised his head slightly upon receiving the cue, and met Shang Zhong Mozhi's gaze.

Perhaps due to the influence of the azure blue relief, there was a faint gleam in his eyes, which melted away the alienation and coldness in his eyes.

Mai Dingdong smiled slightly and lowered his head again.

The simple-minded little priest didn't know that the source of those warmth was himself standing under the relief.

Her hair is soft and her figure is tall, her vigor cannot be concealed by the straight black clothes.

The man who never confides even wants to stand in front of Crow and Juyue and tell them his sickness after becoming a human.

He said that at the moment when the rope cut his throat and the suffocation hit, he saw the man panicking and trying to maintain his composure, and there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kiss his lips vigorously and crazily.

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