resentment resuscitation

When he was dazed and dazed, Mai Dingdong no longer had the strength to push and bite the tip of another person's tongue.He let himself float in the water and was brought to the surface by being wrapped around the waist.

I really want to ask angrily, why I kissed him suddenly.

But all the cells in his body were paralyzed and powerless, and he also understood that only in this way can he get oxygen at the bottom of the lake.

He was almost suffocated by the lake's blistering.

When the strength on the lips was withdrawn, the pressure at the bottom of the lake disappeared instantly.Oxygen suddenly flowed through his body along with his breath, he leaned back suddenly and gasped, feeling the air quickly and forcefully.

The skin was soaked cold, and the water dripped down the hair tip, chin, and clothes corners.

Instead of endless lake blue, it was replaced by a piece of black.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth.

Tick, tick--

Drops of water pooled around the knees, and the wet clothing clung to the skin.

After taking a greedy breath, Mai Dingdong breathed lightly, his knees hurting from the pressure of the metal.

The iron cage is extremely narrow, and the arms are tied behind the back. Adults can only kneel, with the upper body curled up almost touching the legs.The top of the head and the two arms touched the edge of the cage, and the whole person was crushed to the extreme.

Zhong Mozhi led him out of the first floor, but that was not the only one.

Such a situation made him quickly realize that this was the confinement room that the nuns spoke of.

Except for the sound of water droplets, all the surrounding sounds were swallowed by the darkness, and the only feeling he felt was depression and body aches.

Mai Dingdong moved his neck awkwardly to relieve the soreness in his shoulders and back, and tried his best to ignore his numb legs.

"Time witch?"

He didn't get an echo, it seems that he didn't come to this floor.

But someone else was called.

There was the thud of walking directly overhead, followed by the crunch of the old ladder under its weight.The man stopped in front of the cage, just silent.

Mai Dingdong could feel the pressure on her leg, it was the nun's stocking.

Walking out of the upper world, he can even say with certainty that that man is the key figure in the construction of the wraith world.The nun whom the man cursed and hated was the woman who committed suicide by hanging herself on the train, and he was kneeling in the iron cage at the moment.

The person who came did not intend to speak, but such dense silence and low air pressure were the real torture.

Mai Dingdong twisted his wrist to try to untie the cloth strip, and called softly, "Mother of the dean?"

The sound of the fibers being pinched was very harsh, the other party snorted coldly, and the pointer whipped on the iron cage, making the air in the entire space tremble.

"Why do you dare to come back? Dirty, nasty bastard, I really want you to die in the snow."

His chin was lifted by something, and Mai Dingdong hit his head on the iron rod.It didn't hurt, because it was covered by an invisible hand.

Mai Dingdong was forced to raise his head, his sight could not catch the back of the drapery, so he could only walk down by instinct.He tried to imitate the nun's tone, but it seemed that in this space, the plot had a predetermined direction.

Sure enough, without waiting for him to answer, the dean continued on his own, "You don't know how to behave, and you are living with a tramp. It's your own wish to say it's defilement."

"No!" The three words blurted out, and Mai Dingdong's heart beat faster, as if being controlled by a nun, "I just gave him bread and jam, you remember his! The kid who used to come and play."

"Don't drive me away, mother! I tried to escape from there. I just want to go back to the monastery and repent forever."

"You disgust everyone." The strength of the jaw was removed, and the other party stood up and took a step back, his voice was terribly cold, "It would be nice if you died, bug."

There is no comfort and pity, only abuse and punishment for the victims.The fault-finding abbot would not tolerate a degenerate nun living in the convent.

After the sound of the lock being unlocked, the cage door was pulled open.Point the handle of the pointer on the forehead, along the brow bone, the bridge of the nose, the lips, and then to the throat.

The woman's voice was as cold as a poisonous snake, "Lan, we all want you to die."

The pressure on the throat made Mai Dingdong's throat dry.

"Who!" A strange noise from an unknown corner made the dean take back her strength. She got up and went to check, but the voice suddenly disappeared again.

Mai Dingdong coughed twice, knowing that it was Zhagui who was looking for him.

His wrist was so strangled that he lost consciousness, he clenched his teeth and pulled hard, finally freeing his hands.Mai Dingdong turned his arms twice, and returned to the bound state before the dean returned.

The creamy cold touch climbed from the ankle to the calf.

There was a bang, as if the iron basin had been thrown to the ground.The dean calmly pronounced today's punishment, "Be with the poisonous snake."

I don't know how many snakes were dumped in the cage, and the thin stockings couldn't stop the cold-blooded animals from climbing.Mai Dingdong can be sure that the dean is holding her pointer and standing against the wall to watch the punishment.

"Hiss." Even though he wasn't afraid, the tight clinging sensation still made him numb all over.

Mai Dingdong was very annoyed with the dean in his heart, and knew that it was useless to blindly accept the plot arrangement.He knelt on the spot, chuckled and said, "Yes, I just want to shame you."

"what?"

"I'm going to shame you," he said aloud.

The pointer slammed on the cage, the strong wind swept across his cheeks, and his hair flew.

"Slut, go to hell." She raised her arms again, aiming at the nun in the center of the cage.

Mai Dingdong ignored the pain of space squeeze, pressed his back even lower, and tore off the covering in front of his eyes.

The pouring light made his eyes sour, and the full view of the underground confinement room made him feel chills all over.

There is far more than one cage here, but a whole row.

He met the other party's glaring eyes calmly, and said softly, "You are."

The palm of the hand caught the whip, and the ring shone faintly to protect the palm, preventing the skin there from being ripped apart.

Mai Dingdong saw the dean's surprised expression and the thick and surging black mist behind her.

With a clear high-five, the dean gradually swelled and became a round balloon.Afterwards, it exploded completely to pieces, turned into ashes and scattered to the ground.

It is still the direct and violent way to eliminate grievances.

The black mist dissipated and gathered, and finally slowly turned into a human form.

Still dressed as a priest, the opponent's footsteps were steady, there was another high-five, and the iron cage and poisonous snake also dissipated in this space.

His cheek was pinched and raised, Mai Dingdong's hair was still wet, he looked at Zhong Mozhi suspiciously.It's not an illusion, the opponent's state is even more unstable, the snowflakes are constantly beating on the edge, and it seems that it will turn into a state of black mist at any time.

"Are you okay?" Mai Dingdong's voice was sticky because his cheek was pinched.

The man even squatted down in a smooth and dignified manner, but with an inexplicably listless taste, "If possible, I hope you will take the initiative to call me."

Mai Dingdong felt a little guilty, and he could guess the reason for the other party's tired look.

There are resentful spirit spaces stacked one on top of the other, finding someone is like a fantasy.It must have taken a lot of effort for Zhong Mozhi to find him.

In any case, it was an effort. Mai Dingdong pursed his lower lip and said with apology: "Thank you for coming to me. Can you use your strength?"

Zhong Mozhi nodded, "The closer to the truth, the less the influence of the resentful spirits will be."

Mai Dingdong was silent.

Because he could clearly feel the excitement in the man's tone.

Sure enough, the butt was lifted, and the other party easily lifted him up, and said with a muffled smile, "Try it."

"Try what?" Mai Dingdong took a step back, his legs were still trembling from the numbness.

"Use me."

His eyes flickered dimly under his bangs, Zhong Mozhi slowly raised his head, and said word by word: "I can burn my life and body and dedicate it to you."

The existence of being defiant, fearful and fearful, saying such words in a pious tone will make people sink.

Mai Dingdong stepped back again, and his back was pressed against the wall.At this time the basement was not dilapidated.

He was afraid of the expression "burning life".

"You are you, you don't need to let others..." Mai Dingdong was worried, unable to say the word "use".

The light was blocked, the shadow shrouded, and the other party was very close, and it was almost a tight fit.

"My life has no end." As if trying to figure out Mai Dingdong's thoughts, Zhong Mozhi said with a chuckle: "Just trust me, understand me, and let me in."

"what?"

Mai Dingdong covered his mouth, both in surprise and to prevent being kissed.

His tongue was numb and his lips were sore.

After realizing this weird expression, he stammered and asked, "Go in, what are you going in for?"

Their foreheads touched, and the other person's breathing was a little short, "You."

Thin black mist floated from the surface of Zhong Mozhi's clothes, and touched Mai Dingdong's skin actively, and the cool touch made people shudder.

The tall bridge of the nose rubbed against the back of Mai Dingdong's hand covering his mouth, his gaze was hot, with a hint of goodwill: "Ask me about me."

"The first question." His thumb rubbed against Mai Dingdong's fingertips, and his voice was very hoarse.

"Life has no end" sounds like nonsense, but Zhong Mozhi has always shown no fear, so Mai Dingdong almost immediately accepted this statement.

He turned his gaze to the side and shouted like a mosquito, "Why did the Master of Resentment tell you to blow up ghosts?"

"Maybe because of the way we clear our grudges."

Mai Dingdong understood what he meant.Unlike the grudge-removing masters who put up talismans and put them in formation, wherever the bombing ghosts go, there will be explosions.

"Second question." My fingertips rubbed against Mai Dingdong's fingers, and my hot palm rubbed slowly, trying to ask someone to put his hand down.

The hand slipped to the chin unconsciously, unable to cover the lips at all.

Mai Dingdong swallowed nervously, flustered because of the too close breath, and even wanted to stop this questioning session immediately, but random questions are really very tempting.

He looked elsewhere and asked in a low voice, "Why did it appear in my refrigerator?"

"Because." Gently squeezed the young man's head that was parted, and rubbed the tip of his nose against each other like chasing, "I have only recently become conscious, and I am only acting on instinct for the time being. I like your breath very much, so I will go to you."

Black mist clings to the skin beyond the clothes.Mai Dingdong had no way out, so he could only narrow his movements desperately, moving his lips cautiously, "En."

"One last question." His thumb rubbed against Mai Dingdong's lower lip.

"What are you?" His Adam's apple slipped, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat due to the oppression of the other party.

As the black fog gradually thickened, Zhong Mozhi smiled muffledly, "I am everything, and I am also the balance."

"Then." He raised his eyes.

Mai Dingdong held his breath.

"Can I kiss you?"

He swallowed, and was almost surrounded by black mist.

The other party regarded the silence as non-resistance, withdrew his thumb, and a burst of wetness came from his lower lip.

It invades the entrance again, lingering and greedy.

The manic kiss robbed the breath, and the black mist was as thick as ink, covering the sky and the sun.Every cell in his limbs was numb and hot, and his heartbeat lost control and was manipulated by others.

When the black mist completely soaked into the cell, Mai Dingdong panted intermittently, and then disappeared in place.

Time and space were distorted again, and the space of the confinement room collapsed.

It's the harsh white, and the icy wind.

He stood beside the crystal ball, without Zhong Mozhi in front of him.The confessor's legs remained in place.

The ringing of the bell echoed in the sky, the lake was boiling, and Mai Dingdong's blood was also boiling.

She was still in the dry priestly attire.

He turned his head slowly, the ice layer on the surface of the lake shattered and exploded, and countless black spots surged at the bottom of the lake.The bubbles on the surface of the lake kept getting bigger, and as the ground shook, countless heads rushed out and walked out of the bottom of the lake.

Some have translucent bodies with expressionless faces, while others have different expressions and are completely opaque.

Mai Dingdong saw the translucent Shiwu standing inside.

"Fuck!" The monk who returned from labor exclaimed, Lu Shiyan gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

Because the time witch with transparent fingers was standing beside him, and there were two time witches.

As several time and space were destroyed, the monastery became stinky, the walls were gradually mottled and tattered, and the lake was covered by dense numbers of new people.

The sky was dark.

Bang bang, bang bang.

Mai Dingdong's palpitations still haven't subsided.As if being drawn, he slowly raised his hand.

Just a slight bend in the knuckles.

The nuns and monks in the front row in the lake exploded violently.

Ashes, along with the snow, filled the oppressive and dilapidated monastery.

Lu Shiyan gritted his teeth again and cursed: "Fuck, when will you blow up ghosts?"

The mission worker held the group photo in the basement under his arm, and the red rope used to remove grievances fluttered in the wind in his hand.

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