resentment resuscitation

The two sat with a curtain between them.

Mai Dingdong was glad he didn't put his hands on his knees, otherwise the other side would have recognized him from the ring immediately.

Fortunately, all the people who came in believed in his identity as a confessor priest.

Fried ghosts are no exception.

Although Zhagui in my impression is mysterious and powerful, he will encourage and guide him.

He had never heard Zhong Mozhi's voice so cold, gritted his teeth and had such a ferocious voice.

Mai Dingdong swallowed carefully, and under the surprise, he had the urge to ask everything clearly.

Ask about the origin of fried ghosts, whether it is the black liquid in the refrigerator, the purpose of the ring, and the meaning of those words.

But as much as it is said, so much is exposed. Zhong Mozhi's "kiss him immediately" gave him the illusion of being stared at by a wild beast.

cannot be exposed.

He pinched the palm of his hand, suppressed the inexplicable panic and asked, "Why do you want to kiss him?"

The word "kiss" rolled on the tip of his tongue before it came out. Mai Dingdong held his breath, worried that the man next to him would notice something strange.

Fortunately, the other party was completely immersed in his thoughts.

Looking from the corner of the eye, the legs of the chair were lifted off the ground, Zhong Mo leaned back against the back of the chair, shaking slightly irritably, thinking deeply.

He didn't think of an appropriate answer several times, he let out a heavy breath, the chair fell to the ground, and the heavy shoes made a dull sound when they stepped on the ground.

"He is very cute."

Mai Dingdong, who was praised for being cute, scratched his face, trying to correct the other party's thoughts: "Could it be an illusion."

"will not."

A crisp answer.

"But I'm afraid I'll scare him."

He pinched his knuckles because of anxiety, "He doesn't seem to like the original me very much."

This sentence can be regarded as confirming that the existence that Mai Dingdong encountered before was him.

"how do you know?"

"He burned me."

Mai Dingdong couldn't help laughing.Suddenly appearing in the refrigerator or turning into potatoes, no one will like it.

"Tsk."

Zhong Mozhi got up, paced back and forth behind the curtain, and hammered hard on the wall for a while, "It's so annoying."

"I really want to blow up this place."

Mai Dingdong flinched.

So fierce, so irritable.

The dean's urging knock on the door sounded again.

Appearing in front of him was the tall priest. At this moment, he frowned coldly, and the low pressure surrounding his body almost turned into a solid body.

"roll."

She hesitated for a while, then silently turned sideways to let him leave.

She waited for the muffled footsteps to go away before she walked into the confession room.

The curtain was lifted, and only two legs were placed on the chair.

With a bang, the man dressed as a priest hung from the window, bent his knees to cushion, and then stepped lightly into the snow.

He shook his hair to shake off the white snow, "Huh—"

"so close."

Mai Dingdong lightly leaned against the wall and walked forward following the voice.

He breathed into the palm of his hand, and temporarily had an idea in his mind.

The identity of the confessor priest is very useful. Next time you only need to distinguish outsiders, you can conduct detailed inquiries about non-outsiders, and you can get a lot of information.

And Zhong Mozhi.

Mai Dingdong shook his head again, trying to tuck his chin into his collar.

He didn't understand.

But he had no doubt that if the curtain had been lifted just now, something very, very scary would have happened.

Confession is followed by labor time.

According to what Lu Shiyan said, the priest's schedule is a bit different, the afternoon is more flexible, he can choose to work or go to church.

"There are six priests." He kicked forward with his hands in his pockets, and the stones spun and landed on the white wall of the church.

The glare of the sun reflected by the snow.

Mai Dingdong lowered his head and sorted out the current information in his head, "The rule in the carriage is to play a good nun, and the rule in the monastery... is to abide by the rules here."

"I really want to go to the first floor quickly to get rid of my grievances."

The words stopped abruptly.

A drop of bright red blood stood out in the snow.

Follow the traces of blood, and gradually turn to the main entrance of the church, everything is solemn and sacred.

Blood becomes dense.

No matter how carefully you walk, the toes are still covered with red snow.

Mai Dingdong jumped up the steps, and the red snow slid down. He slowly raised his head and looked at the crowd in the church.

Perhaps when someone dies, being noisy becomes a privilege that the rules allow.

The nuns and monks in black and white clothes surrounded each other tightly, talking with their fingers interlocked in a low voice.

This is the second deceased person I saw after entering the Wraith World.

Mai Dingdong's temples twitched twice, even his footsteps were a little vain.

Taomu, who is good at praying, can hardly understand such an evil and extreme attack method.The dislike of resentment piled up several more layers.

He squeezed through the crowd apologetically and stood at the front.

He couldn't smell the smell of blood, but the winding blood, the naked man hanging upside down with his tongue gouged out, all made his stomach twitch.

The soles of the man's feet were hard and white, and the blood from his mouth had already frozen, converging on the ground into a few words: Do not turn off the lights to talk.

"I beg you, let me get out of here."

Hysterical cries suddenly came, and with a plop, a nun knelt in the snow, folded her hands in despair, and prayed in a certain direction.

Behind the exquisite stained glass stands a slender woman.

Mai Dingdong squinted his eyes, unable to see the other party's expression clearly.

"Let me go back." The nun repeated over and over, her knees were frozen stiff in the snow.

More people knelt on the ground.

It's a pity that the shadow of the church disappeared long ago.

There is no mercy, only endless despair and the passing of time.

The soft snow in front of her was pressed down by the soles of her shoes, and the nun looked up happily, only to find that it was not the dean, but a handsome young man.

Shrouded in a warm shadow, the young man leaned over and held her clasped hands, passing on the heat while asking, "What time is the labor time in the schedule?"

The nun was startled, she got up and looked at the clock on the top of the church, trembling all over, "Yes, it's twelve o'clock!"

Mai Dingdong turned around to look, and the minute hand had unknowingly moved towards 9, and there was only a quarter of an hour before 12 o'clock.

The place of labor is one south and one north of the church, and it takes at least 10 minutes to run there, not to mention the thick snow everywhere.

"Try to run, the faster the better, I'll find a way to slow down time."

"Just wait until you die, you have to die sooner or later." Someone shouted.

The corpse that died tragically for public display was still nearby, and there were many speeches like this in the crowd.

Mai Dingdong was noncommittal, and said to the nuns again: "Go now, hurry up."

Rules must be followed until a way to break them is found.

Seemingly infected by his determined tone, several nuns ran in one direction without looking back.

"Slow down the time, what can you do? Why don't you just wear the priest's clothes without dying." The monk simply sat on the bench and taunted the distant figure.

This reminded the monks on the side.

He laughed and said, "It would be nice to go and wear his priest's clothes."

The church was empty.

Mai Dingdong stepped over the threshold and walked past rows of wooden benches.

The time schedule of the monastery is rigid and strict, but apart from the bronze bell that rings on the hour, there is no element to remind the time.

He predicted that the criterion for judging whether the rules of time were violated would be the hanging and ringing of church bells.

It could be wrong, but there's no better way.

The hanging bell hangs on the outside of the church, about two meters away from the windows on the second floor, out of arm's reach.

Pushing open the exquisitely carved window, Mai Dingdong looked up to the right.The bronze clock swayed in the wind and would ring at any time on time.

Looking down the window, he estimated the distance from the spire of the building to the hanging bell.

"It can be done."

Mai Dingdong clenched his fist and kept urging himself to be faster and bolder.

He wiped the sweat from his hands on the corner of his clothes, and was about to exhale and jump off.

"Oh!" The huge thrust fell on the back, and the center of gravity suddenly shifted, and the feet rubbed against the window sill, causing the person to fall down.

He might be smashed to pieces.

In an instant, anger burned in the bottom of my heart.

Not everyone is as sincere as Apona's people, and it's not just resentment that can hurt others.

The moment he fell, he touched the edge of the window sill with one hand, until his nails turned white and hurt.

"Did you fall?" When the monk poked his head out and looked down expectantly, Mai Dingdong twirled the ring with his thumb, pinched it with two fingers and flicked it lightly.

The ring whirled and hit the monk's nose, causing him to back away in pain.

As if being controlled remotely, when the ring touched the monk, sparks exploded in the air, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

Mai Dingdong didn't care about him anymore, exerted strength with his arms, shook his body slightly twice, jumped in the air, and touched the spire of the building with his toes.

There was still a strip of bed sheet in the pocket, which became heavier after being wetted by him.

The tip of his nose was flushed by the cool wind, he raised his head, and the minute hand had already turned 11.

Throw the cloth strip upwards, and luckily get stuck into the minute hand and pull it down.

The time stayed at 11:59.

Counting silently to 60 in his heart, Mai Dingdong looked up nervously at the clock.

There was no sound of the bell striking.

The wailing monks were still rolling and cursing, but none died.Mai Dingdong exhaled, "Successful."

He tightened the strip of cloth and tied it on the nail, and glanced at the ring on his ring finger, "Huh?"

Obviously he was thrown into the church.

Mai Dingdong flexed his fingers and moved twice, then suddenly blinked slyly.

Do an experiment.

He picked up the ring and threw it vigorously, the metal tore through the air and rushed forward, reflecting the bright sunlight in the air.

See if it's the ring coming back, or—

With a snort, one palm firmly caught the ring.

"It's the owner of the ring who appeared." Mai Dingdong squatted on the top of the building, resting his chin on one hand, and looked at Zhong Mozhi from a distance.

What a strange man.

The corpse in front of the building disappeared at some point, and everything was peaceful and peaceful.

The "strange man" stood directly under the hanging clock, staring blankly for an unknown period of time, as if to prevent Mai Dingdong from slipping and falling off at any time.

He suddenly opened his arms.

Mai Dingdong tilted his head puzzled.

The opponent's movements remained unchanged, just raising his chin and waiting.

It is to let him jump.

His heart beat faster, and Mai Dingdong trembled because of this crazy behavior.

If there is a slight deviation, his limbs will be shattered; if Zhong Mozhi is just an ordinary person, his arm will also be crushed.

jump?

The other party's firm eyes overlapped with the eyes in the carriage that guided him to express his thoughts.

Mai Dingdong smiled lightly, closed his eyes slightly, opened his arms and suddenly fell to the ground.

The wind whistled in my ears, and my hair danced against the wind.

The closer to the ground, the faster the heartbeat.

Bai Xue's icy cold rushed towards his face, but was instantly covered by the heat of the adult man's body.

The man took a step back and managed to catch a person firmly.

Mai Dingdong panted heavily, his face flushed because of the provocative behavior, and his whole body was filled with joyful vitality.

His back was firmly bound by both hands, he raised his jaw, laughed intermittently and said, "Let me go."

It was such a lingering and warm gaze again, if he hadn't heard it with his own ears in the confession room, he would not be able to associate Zhong Mozhi with his aggressive appearance.

The opponent's body was very hard, and Mai Dingdong put his hands on Zhong Mozhi's chest.His breath was milky white and damp in the cold, and he stiffened belatedly.

As far as the eyes can see, it is the Adam's apple that is slowly sliding.

"Yeah." The ending sound was charming, but she didn't mean to let go at all, "You fainted, are you still uncomfortable?"

"It might be hypoglycemia, it's okay."

"Call me when you need it. I can hear you anytime."

"it is good."

Breath can be entangled together.

Dangerous.

Knees bent, Mai Dingdong squatted down, and slid out of his embrace.

With a guilty conscience, he said, "Let's go to work too, and quickly find the way to the upper floor."

The two priests walked side by side into the distance.

The Dean leaned against the wall, silently watching the crowds come and go.

Since a large number of potatoes have not been placed in winter, they need to dry all the potatoes in this building, and then push them to the basement next door for storage and stacking.

If it is not clear that this is the world of resentful spirits, everyone looks excited and energetic.

"I'll do it." Mai Dingdong took the initiative to pick up the cart and quickly pushed it out the door.

Her footsteps were brisk, and when she went out, she still felt that the dean was blocking the way, so she bumped her with a cart, "Thank you for letting me go."

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