resentment resuscitation

The slender leg bones were connected to two scorched and skinny feet, and it anxiously searched for movement beside the bed.

Every breath of air carries dust.

Mai Dingdong turned his head, narrowly avoiding the sharp nails kicked over, because his temples were throbbing wildly due to the lack of oxygen.

He tried to focus on letting go of his grievances, but the world of grievances distorted everything, and there was no way to affect any existence, only the pain and suffocation were real.

The bed board was still shaking, and there was silence outside the corridor.

When it was suppressed to the extreme, the ear caught the sound getting smaller, and it planned to leave.

Mai Dingdong curled up, trembling from the cold air on the marble floor.

He carefully loosened his lips, just wanting to breathe a little air.

It's just debris floating down like a drizzle, caught off guard and sticking to the throat along with the exhalation.

The itching overwhelmed the senses for a moment.

ha chirp -

Small sneezes spilled from between fingers.

Everything came to a standstill, followed by an even louder crash.

The leg bones couldn't support its movements, and it fell to the ground.

Mai Dingdong's eyes widened suddenly - a face was in front of him.

It was a burnt face with melted facial features and no body hair.

It roared hoarsely, trying to grab the human under the bed with its arms.

The calf muscles trembled wildly, and Mai Dingdong kicked his legs back violently, about to run out from under the bed.

The melodious bells echoed in the snowy monastery.

Announcing the end of the night.

Looking again, the scorched corpse-like creature had long since disappeared.

With a creak, the bed on the side shook, and then two thin white feet landed on the ground.

Mai Dingdong wiped off the cold sweat with the cloth on his shoulders, his eyes hurt from the sudden light.

"Father, are you sleepwalking?"

Along the rounded chin, one can see the innocent expression of the roommate.

It was as if he had been drugged to make him sleep to death on the bed, and it wasn't him who attracted the monster again.

Mai Dingdong rubbed his sore back, hiccuped sleepily, and slowly got up, "I fell asleep and rolled under the bed."

"Be careful." The priest put on his clothes and reminded in an unclear manner: "Night is the rest time. If you don't lie on the bed obediently, the dean will scold you again."

Mai Dingdong scratched his head embarrassingly, "I see."

If he lay obediently on the bed, would he still be alive?

His eyes fell on the bed. Strangely, there was no sign of a monster attack there.

Looking at the desktop again, there was an exquisite alarm clock standing against the wall, which was obviously something that his roommate left on his bed last night.

Mai Dingdong smiled and changed his clothes, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Morning prayers lasted a long time.

Compared with yesterday, today I can distinguish outsiders from the crowd.

After a dark night, the number of people attending the prayers has decreased.Most outsiders have black and blue eyes, trembling at the slightest sign of trouble.

Shi Wu was still standing in the last row, his eyes downcast in a trance.Lu Shiyan was nowhere to be seen.The mission staff calmed down and prayed earnestly with their fingers crossed.

And Zhong Mozhi.

Mai Dingdong looked around, but did not find him.

It wasn't until breakfast time, when the plate was placed by Mai Dingdong's hand, that Zhong Mozhi arrived late.

"Potatoes?" Mai Dingdong didn't feel embarrassed by yesterday's conversation at all, and asked with his lips in surprise.

The meals here are millet porridge and small meal buns, without exception, and I don't know where the potatoes come from.

Zhong Mo rested his chin with one hand, his slender eyelashes cast light shadows under his eyes.

He was neither close nor far away, and gave a light hum.

The nasal sound is lingering.

Mai Dingdong picked up the fork, and the steel fork easily pierced through the soft potatoes. With a smile in his eyes, he couldn't wait to put his nose up to satisfy his appetite and sniff, as a preparation for eating it in his mouth.

With a flick of the wrist, the fork almost fell off the table.

He went back and forth several times in disbelief, and then he couldn't help shaking.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Mozhi sat up and wrapped his arms around his back to prevent the priest from falling backwards.

Mai Dingdong's vision was shaking, and everything around him became hazy and unreal.

His nose was sore, his lips trembled and touched constantly, and the salty liquid rolled over his cheeks, pooled and dripped down his chin.

All the strength in his body was taken away, Mai Dingdong limp on the man's arm weakly.

The world was spinning, and he murmured, "I can't smell it again."

Consciousness sinks.

The five or six-year-old boy was staggering in the dark night, with his two fleshy hands on his lips, trying to call grandma into the distance with all his strength.

He wants to find his grandma who may be lost.

Crying in a childish voice, he said, as long as he can find grandma, he is willing to exchange anything.

So the boy saw the grandma who was almost submerged by the water under the waterfall.

The grandmother found her home, but the boy's sense of smell was lost.

Dreams are broken.

Mai Dingdong was like a dehydrated fish, waking up in the pure white narrow bed, panting continuously.

The curtain was pulled open, Lu Shiyan stood beside the bed with a cup of hot water, "Wake up."

"Are you ok?"

After taking the cup, Mai Dingdong shook his head in confusion, his whole body was shrouded in frustration.

"Just thinking of something."

Perhaps what he was afraid of was not the sense of loss of sense of smell, but the fear of Grandma's appearance of dying because she had been exposed to too many patients.

"Resentment Master, will you lose yourself because of too much resentment?" He asked warmly.

Lu Shiyan paused, sat heavily on the chair, and said for a long time, "Yes."

"There are even a lot." He habitually went to take out a cigarette, "So I am very selfish, and I don't want anyone to be forced to be involved in this business."

Mai Dingdong stared at one point in a daze, as if washed away by a torrential rain.

"Take more people out of here alive, let's have a good chat." Lu Shiyan looked outside the cubicle, skipping the topic, "Your friend is very difficult to mess with."

"Just like those fried ghosts who don't have a leash."

"Who?" Mai Dingdong tilted his head after a while, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with him?"

"The time management here is very strict. The breakfast time is not over yet, and the dean does not allow others to take you to the infirmary." Lu Shiyan squinted his eyes, a little admiringly, "He overturned the dining hall."

"Turned off?"

"Literally, I may have to eat in the snow after today."

Isn't it just a fried ghost? Mai Dingdong smiled, "Where did he go?"

"After sending you here, I will disappear"

"Ah."

"Did something happen to you last night?" Mai Dingdong quickly adjusted his state, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He didn't care about the impact or not, and he didn't care about the disappearing sense of smell again, he just wanted to eliminate those disgusting resentments.

Lu Shiyan got up to get him a coat, "There will be biological attacks, and the prototype is not clear yet."

"Strictly following the schedule will not cause problems for the time being."

"schedule?"

"It's attached to the head of the bed."

Mai Dingdong frowned.

No wonder there are glue marks on the headboards of the two beds.

Drugs made him fall asleep, throwing an alarm clock to attract monsters, tearing up the schedule and waiting for him to make mistakes on his own initiative.

His roommate is not a small problem.

Lu Shiyan understood, "Just follow everyone's actions in daily activities."

"It is forbidden to talk with lights out, it is forbidden to tell lies, it is forbidden to disobey mother, it is forbidden to be greedy for property, and it is forbidden to have secular marriage and love. Be sure to pay attention to these."

Talking with the lights out is forbidden, so making noise last night will attract attacks.

"Okay. According to the schedule, what should we do now?"

"Go and confess."

In this isolated monastery on the edge of the cliff, each building is extremely far apart and needs to be reached through thick snow.

Because it was late, there were only a few people left in the waiting room.

Lu Shiyan would not let the newcomer enter first, so after telling Mai Dingdong to sit down, he pushed open the door of the confession room first.

In the waiting room, the dean's mother was sitting on the chair on the left front side, serious and rigid, with a pointer lying on her lap.

Mai Dingdong looked at her chin, and saw a bruise on it.

With a sudden smile, he could imagine Zhong Mozhi impatiently waving the dean away with a straight face.

Also, if you hate resentment, just take the initiative to do it, there is no need to be timid.

Suddenly jumping up in his heart, Mai Dingdong stood up abruptly, nodded to Lu Shiyan who came out and wanted to go inside.

The arm was pulled, and only then did Mai Dingdong see the glaring scratches on the opponent's wrist.

Lu Shiyan's voice trembled, and he whispered through cold sweat, "You can't lie inside. Just don't say anything."

"Nothing, nothing." This is his experience.

In order to stay awake, the nerves are paralyzed with pain.

After just a few seconds of conversation, the dean stood up with a cold face, and the pointer cracked.

Mai Dingdong nodded to reassure him, then turned and walked into the confession room.

Since you can't lie, why not take advantage of it.

Only when you step into the room can you find the so-called confessional room, which is not as serious and detached as it is said.

The room was small, covered with frescoes, and the listening priest and the confessor were separated by a curtain.

Generally speaking, the confessor is listening, but the priest on the other side of the curtain is noisy, trying to lure the clergy to tell the secrets in their hearts.

"What did you do wrong?" Affirmative tone.

Mai Dingdong sat down, the length of the curtain only covered his thighs.Looking from below, you can only see the dark black pants on the opposite side.

"I did nothing wrong."

The priest's words did have the power to confuse people's hearts, wrapping around his heart like a poisonous snake, making Mai Dingdong feel tight in his chest.

There's just no way to fundamentally affect him.

"What did you do wrong?" the priest asked again.

"..." Mai Dingdong raised his eyebrows, he understood the process of confession.

He said tentatively, "I shouldn't have left the windows open in summer and let the mosquitos fly in."

Although it was an outrageous confession, the priest suddenly became quiet, and there was the sound of brush strokes across the paper.

It seems to be carefully recorded in a notebook.

After closing the notebook, the priest said lightly, "Please go back."

Mai Dingdong got up, not intending to leave at all.

He opened the curtain abruptly, "Please go back."

There was no priest on the chair, only two legs in black trousers, sitting on the chair with their knees bent.There is no book, and the voice appeared out of thin air.

Taking out the cloth from the infirmary from the pocket, Mai Dingdong silently tied up his two legs and hung them on the wall to prevent people who came in from finding it.

Doing everything, he pushed open the door, acting like someone had just left.

Sure enough, the dean stood up again and let the next person enter to confess.

It wasn't the priest from one room who came.

Mai Dingdong lowered his voice and said nervously, "Please go back."

As soon as the voice fell, the man obediently stood up like a marionette and walked out the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the curly-haired priest step into the confession room, Mai Dingdong put down his hand that raised the curtain.

He squeezed his throat and said, "What did you do wrong?"

The priest, hands cramped in the hollows of his knees, also seemed disturbed by his monthly confession.

But unable to resist the pressure from the dark, he said softly, "I shouldn't want to kill someone."

"Murder?" Mai Dingdong was stunned.

"I shouldn't have ripped off the watch, I shouldn't have locked someone up in a room from morning prayer, put him in solitary confinement, and I shouldn't have left the alarm clock on someone else's bed."

"why?"

"Only if more people die, the value of the treasures produced will be higher."

treasure.

Mai Dingdong suddenly realized.

This is basically an outsider with good acting skills, and a cold-blooded treasure hunter.

Listen, he's not the first to be targeted.

The priest attracts monsters to attack others in order to water the "treasure of extreme yin" with the blood of innocent people. He is the same as those Taoist priests in Taohua Village, but his behavior is more extreme.

I wanted to ask again, but the door of the confession room was knocked twice, and the dean reminded, "It's almost there."

Mai Dingdong held back his anger and said, "Please get out."

The priest rolled twice in embarrassment, bumped against the door, opened it and walked out in a daze.

The empty waiting room can be seen through a gap in the curtain.

With the sound of footsteps, Mai Dingdong hastily lowered the curtain to cover himself.

The person came with a calm footstep, he pulled the back of the chair closer, and then sat down relaxedly, with his knees spread apart, and his fingertips tapping rhythmically on his knees.

The cold air of the snowy day was brought into the room by him, and when it was blown, it was like the blade of a cold weapon brushing against the skin.

Mai Dingdong wiped the tip of his nose and was about to call for people to leave when he heard a familiar voice.

"I should repent."

There is no need for a priest to induce, the man narrates on his own in a steady manner.

"I should have burned that village down before she hurt him."

Mai Dingdong was dazed, and felt that what Zhong Mozhi was talking about was the bride's desire to poach his heart.

"But he won't like me helping him directly."

"He's smart, he's strong, but he's also vulnerable."

The characters are straight and round.Mai Dingdong was in a trance for a while.

When did he speak so sharply?

His gaze turned to Zhong Mo's hand on his lap.The nails are clean, the veins on the back of the hands are raised, and they are just laid out lazily.

His little finger twitched unconsciously, and the voice behind the curtain was a bit harsh.

"I want to kiss him."

The smile froze.

Mai Dingdong looked at the murals hanging on the wall, his throat felt dry.

The opponent's heel knocked carelessly on the ground twice, shaking off the half-melted white snow.

"I want to keep kissing him."

"I should repent."

"If I saw him now, I would."

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