resentment resuscitation

The streets are brightly lit, windows and doors are wide open, and music is played.The thick door of the tavern was held open by bricks, and the light ball on the inside was spinning, and it was full of people.

Someone made a banner and hung it on the wall, with a few words profusely written in red paint:

Cheers to death!

The ingredients and drinks of the whole town were brought to the back kitchen, and the old man who imported the tokens had a string of rare gems hanging around his neck, and he was also full of joy.

He sniffed, and suddenly stopped in the cheerful drumbeat, raised his hand, and spoke a series of unintelligible dialects.

Suddenly, everyone stopped and looked towards the door.

"he came!"

"It's him?"

"Go! Go together!"

The aborigines flocked away, and as soon as Mai Dingdong stepped on the threshold of the tavern, he exclaimed and was lifted up by everyone.

The world was spinning, and he conditioned his head to ask Zhong Mozhi for help.Facing the quiet pair of dark golden eyes, his whole body was numb, and he turned his head quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was carried to the center of the tavern like a lonely boat on the waves.

The eyes of the colorful lights were sour, and amidst the cheers, he was put on the soft cushion again, surrounded by unknown plants.

Others didn't care if he didn't slow down, and stuffed a full glass of fruit wine into the young man's palm, and then one person put the other on the shoulders, forming a circle, spinning around him like a train.

"What's going on?" Mai Dingdong sat cross-legged with his upper body upright, holding the wine in both hands, and looked around blankly.

Drummers beat faster on stage, lights flickered and Aboriginal people sang folk songs in unison.Even though he couldn't understand, the joy in it was obvious, and Mai Dingdong couldn't help but smile.

The vicious circle of inability to die is ended, and these people are very happy.

Fu Fu raised his hand behind the crowd, with a bag hanging on his fingertips, which was full of things exchanged for tokens.

Mai Dingdong nodded to her, his eyes shone brightly, he smiled and raised his arms high, imitating the appearance of a resentful spirit and raising his cup.

After a few bangs, a few ice cubes suddenly floated on the water.

Holding a huge wine glass, Mai Dingdong looked at Zhong Mozhi outside the "little train".The other party sat lazily on the armchair, with his legs spread apart, and his gaze was hotter than before.

He shook the cup in his hand, smiled and nodded at Mai Dingdong, and took the lead to drink it down.

Hu Yue stood behind him, and the crow appeared again, and the two of them were like ghosts.

Mai Dingdong's Adam's apple slipped, and then he raised his chin, allowing the cold wine to slide down his throat.

The aroma of the wine was spicy all the way from the tip of the tongue to the stomach. Every time you swallowed, the crowd shouted.

Mai Dingdong was pulled up by an old man.

"Look down."

With a chill in his chest, a yellow spar was tied around his neck with a black thread.

"No!" The spar was so cold, it was not difficult to guess its value, Mai Dingdong panicked and wanted to take it off and return it.

The old man waved his hand, "It's yours."

After all, it was a resentful spirit who had come back from the dead, and he was still instinctively afraid of this person's warm breath, so he stopped talking and jumped back to the stage.

There was a lot of commotion around, the treasure hunter who had been bitten on the face before was sitting on the outside, and everyone was looking at Mai Dingdong - the person who had a rabbit spirit and was scratched by a possessed body and returned safely.

"You can take it here." Tan Sheng bumped Mai Dingdong.

"But I didn't do anything."

"Resentment is a fantasy thing. It's also a fantasy thing that you can absorb gems, get scratched by coincidence, and come back alive. No matter what, if you don't have you, this town will still have one year to go." It is a gray area where hunters and grievance masters from all over the world are received every year, where power and money are traded and criminals hide."

Mai Dingdong took the wine, his clear eyes were moistened by the alcohol, he exhaled, and finally nodded.

"It's good to help them."

"Brother Wen hates fried ghosts very much. You are close to fried ghosts. But don't worry, the selection will not be put on small shoes. He is fair in this respect."

Mai Dingdong stuck out his tongue, "I forgot about the evaluation."

"Shiwu is resting." Seeing through what Mai Dingdong hadn't let go of, Tan Sheng moved closer and took the initiative to report: "It seems that he has not slowed down because of the gemstone's growth."

"It's fine."

When he was taken away by the bone wing bird, Shi Wu's eyes frightened him.

His eyes wandered around the tavern, and suddenly stopped in one place.

A young man in cotton shorts with moist lips, holding a wine glass and walking around the dancing crowd, with a smile on his delicate face, leaned over to please Zhong Mozhi's ear, almost leaning his chest against the other's robust on the arm.

Zhong Mozhi's laziness remained the same, and he leaned back casually, avoiding the tightly pressed chest.

Tan Sheng followed his line of sight and said clearly.

He imitated the appearance of a boy, leaned delicately on Mai Dingdong's shoulder, squeezed his throat and said, "Jun 1, have fun with me tonight."

"..."

Mai Dingdong jumped away.

"Don't be afraid, I'm from below." Tan Sheng was familiar and nervous, his eyebrows were beaming, and he almost took off his shirt to imitate, holding Mai Dingdong's arm and shaking it.

Mai Dingdong was stunned for a moment, took another sip from the glass of wine, and asked curiously, "What's up and down?"

His voice trembled, trying to hide his guilt.

The chords and drums quickened, and there was more commotion all around.Tan Sheng was bumped, he stepped aside indifferently, and took out an orange from his pocket with a grin.

"Okay."

"This is the top." With a thumbs up, it waved twice in front of Mai Dingdong's eyes, then pressed on the citrus peel, and stabbed it violently.

With the citrus peel wrapped around his thumb, Tan Sheng raised his hand and laughed heartlessly, "This is the bottom."

With the same gesture, Mai Dingdong remembered the way Zhong Mozhi stared at the orange a few minutes ago.

He understood the meaning in an instant, and his face turned red.

As if pleased by Mai Dingdong's shy look, Tan Shengbo pulled out his finger, sipped the sweet juice on it casually, touched Mai Dingdong's shoulder and said: "It's normal for someone to show his favor like Zha Guichang. Unfortunately, it's no use .”

"Anyone can tell that he likes you."

"Have fun, Master of Resentment in the mysterious little place."

He picked up the wine glass and disappeared into the throbbing crowd in a few steps.

The person standing like a clay sculpture was a little awkward in the tavern. Mai Dingdong slowly raised his thumb, looked and looked, then shook his head with a frown, retracted his thumb and replaced it with his index finger.

After thinking for a while, the middle finger was raised and the index finger was close together.

It still doesn't seem like it.

"What kind of gesture is this?" The girl's voice brought Mai Dingdong back to his senses.

Mai Dingdong quickly withdrew his hand, unable to explain for a long time.I can only put my hands in my pockets, and quickly change the subject, "What's the matter?"

"I want to dance with you." The girl blinked, the layered skirts swayed with the movement, and the smell of sea buckthorn berries emanated from her hair.

Mai Dingdong wanted to refuse at first, but it was hard to say no when he thought that the wraiths would meet and die tomorrow.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned over and handed out his cuffs, apologizing in advance and saying, "I'm not very good at dancing."

"I'll take you!" Unexpectedly, the invitation was successful, the girl covered her mouth excitedly, and hurriedly jumped over.Wraith couldn't touch directly, so she could only grab her sleeve and lead him to the outside of the wine table.

On the side of the tavern against the wall, there are many people dancing together.

Mai Dingdong followed the movements carefully, for fear of stepping on her.

While spinning, he stared at him like a beast.The man was cold and indifferent, turning a blind eye to the chattering young men beside him. He just lifted his glass, swallowed the spirits lightly, and stared at the men and women spinning on the dance floor.

Mai Dingdong's breathing was stagnant, and he was so hot that he avoided his sight and focused on the dance music.

"You're a little too drunk." The girl raised her chin and stared at Mai Dingdong's slightly drunken face.

With a spin, Mai Dingdong became dizzy and almost stepped on the girl's skirt.He shook his head, his eardrums were pounding by the drumming, "I'm a little dizzy."

"So lovely."

"Huh?" Being led around in a circle again, his ending sound was drawn long.

"Say you're so pretty!" The girl was fascinated. "My father once took me to the plains. You are like the sun there, not so dazzling, but warm."

Mai Dingdong smiled broadly, "Why do you say I'm pretty?"

The word "once" touched his nerves. Thinking of how many years the girl had been confined in the scorching desert, he felt bored, turned his palm over, and handed out a delicate pink and white peach blossom.

Under the dim light, it is really beautiful.

The girl took it excitedly and put it behind her ear.

Before we could continue the chat, someone who drank too much and couldn't stand still, hit Mai Dingdong's side with his ass.

"Alas—" He had numbness in his legs, and his nerves were soaked in alcohol, so he fell out of the dance floor in a daze, with his hands resting on the outermost wooden table.

Just like a relay, the other person seems to be controlled by a magnet, his feet are sprained and he backs up, pushing the person who just stood still and staggering.

As soon as his hand was on the table, it was knocked away again.

His head became more and more dizzy, and after repeated several times, he bent his knees, lost his balance and fell to sit on one person's feet, with his arms resting on the other person's knees.

Mai Dingdong shook his head and looked up, and happened to see his tanned chest.

"Ok?"

He tilts his head.

Looking up, the familiar feminine face.

The young man vowed to enjoy the night for the last time, all the while chatting and seducing around Zhong Mozhi.He pouted dissatisfiedly, trying to tell the person who interrupted him to go away, "This person belongs to me tonight."

"What is it?" Turning his head slightly, Mai Dingdong exhaled hotly, and looked at the person who made the young man salivate.

With black hair and golden eyes, she sat quietly in the darkness, with her wrist resting casually on the edge of the table, her expression gloomy.

Before the nerves paralyzed by alcohol recovered, Mai Dingdong only felt that the toe of the sitting foot lifted slightly, pressing heavily on his buttocks.

"Clock!" He came back to his senses, his arms numb and jumped up, ignoring why the memory suddenly appeared here, he ran away immediately after rubbing oil on his feet.

His waist tightened, and his forearm, which was as hard as a rock, lay across his waist, easily pulling him back.

The man's breath then sprayed on the pinna, Mai Dingdong swallowed, and sat stiffly on the other's lap.

He dawdled, carefully stretching his hip and leg muscles to move forward.

"Mike."

"Don't move." The smell of alcohol was strong enough to choke the nostrils, and the opponent felt uncomfortable all over his body, his back was tightly glued, and his voice was much lower than the sound of drums.

Mai Dingdong opened his mouth and stared blankly at the front, looking like a sculpture.

"Hey, why are you doing this! Heroes can't snatch men from others!" The young man looked worried.

"Snatch a man?" Mai Dingdong turned his head mechanically, feeling dizzy and hot.His eyes were clouded with mist, and his voice was dry, "I don't want to be a thumb, and I don't want to be an orange."

The young man didn't understand his nonsense, and wanted to pick him up unhappily, "First come, first come, go away."

Mai Dingdong shook his head with his mouth flattened, meaning he couldn't do it.

The other party understood that he refused to leave, and shouted louder.

The strange thing is that Zhong Mozhi didn't say a word.

Mai Dingdong is glad that Le's voice is so loud that no one can hear the noise here.He turned his head to look at Hu Yue and asked for help with his lips.

After drinking the rest of the wine, Hu Yue threw her seaweed-like hair behind her shoulders, gave Mai Dingdong a comforting look, and then pulled the crow away together.

"I'm still looking for her." The man who hadn't spoken for a long time spoke, his air pressure was frighteningly low, he bit Mai Dingdong's earlobe angrily, and increased his strength dissatisfied.

Mai Dingdong was in pain, and found that the opponent's big hand had landed on the inner side of his knee, so he pulled his leg apart with force.He leaned forward slowly, trying to avoid it.

"Hello—" The young man was still about to speak, but when he was glanced at, ice water was poured on him instantly, his heart contracted suddenly, and he fled in a panic.

Spreading the palm of his hand, Mai Dingdong squeezed his knee tightly, but let the hand move to the innermost side to close it.

"Sea-buckthorn tastes, doesn't it?"

I don't know if it was influenced by Mai Dingdong's dissatisfaction and protest at the beginning, but now Zhong Mozhi likes to use interrogative sentences when speaking.

No matter how hard he tried, Mai Dingdong couldn't escape, so Mai Dingdong crouched down impatiently, curled up, and fanned the flames unconsciously, "Well, it's sour and sweet."

The whole person jerked, and he was hit.

Then his jaw was grabbed and pulled up forcibly, and the voice beside his ear gritted his teeth, "Where's my taste?"

Mai Dingdong recalled, "It's very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly."

The earlobe was bitten hard.

"You danced with her, I want to blow everything up right now."

The smell of wine is tangy, covering all the flavors of sea buckthorn fruit.All of Mai Dingdong's senses became extremely sluggish, and he realized that the other party was awkward and jealous.

"But you don't care that someone is trying to take me away."

Mai Dingdong felt that the earlobe had turned into dough, which was pulled infinitely long by the teeth.He struggled to turn his head to free it, and just about to speak, his belly button was touched by cold fingers.

"Totally belongs to me." Grabbing the thing that Tan Sheng called "weird fan", Zhong Mozhi bit the back of Mai Dingdong's neck, "Can you?"

Eyes widened suddenly, the smell of alcohol was mixed between the two, Mai Dingdong's body was still numb, and he patted his chest vigorously, "Hey! Don't pinch!"

Standing with a pair of feet in front of him, Mai Dingdong was caught off guard, his heart was beating fast, and he reflexively leaned forward to cover the protruding jacket.

"Are you drunk alone?"

It was Wen's voice.

Seemingly unable to see the existence of Zhong Mozhi, Mai Dingdong breathed a sigh of relief, tried his best to pretend to be calm, raised his chin with a smile, "A little bit, I'll take a rest."

"Well--"

Being choked and twisted, Mai Dingdong's forehead was covered with hot sweat instantly, his whole body tensed up, and he gritted his teeth and said to Wen, "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little harsh on you in Yunhong City, I apologize."

Wen was also a little bit upbeat, and glanced at Mai Dingdong's slightly trembling legs, which were then suddenly spread apart. He didn't have much doubts, but said awkwardly: "I simply hate fried ghosts and weak people. You have a gentle breath. I misidentified you. Never mind."

"There is a lot of right and wrong in this place. If you have to say it, this time, the source of resentment was eliminated, and the cake of several people in the headquarters was moved."

Mai Dingdong didn't listen at all, and looked down at the heels of his legs in disbelief.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wen raised his hand, wanting to touch Mai Dingdong's forehead, but Mai Dingdong seemed to be pulled back to avoid him, his hands covered his mouth weakly, and he sat stiffly.

It seemed to be sobbing from between the fingers, but when I listened carefully, there was nothing.

"What's the matter?"

His elbows were covering his chest, his clothes were inexplicably messy, and Mai Dingdong was in a strange state.

Wen frowned, feeling carefully to make sure there were no strangers around.

Assuming that the young man was overwhelmed with alcohol, he sneered without malice, and finally said: "Someone may trouble you in the future, come to me in time, and I will help you solve it."

Wen was wearing men's clothing at this time, with a baggy neckline that exposed his tattooed collarbone.

He looked at the yellow spar on Mai Dingdong's chest, muttered something, and then left in a straight line.

When the people walked away, Mai Dingdong let go of the hand that tightly covered his mouth, and let out a gasp mixed with alcohol.

"Why are you like this!" Hot sweat rolled down, his voice was very nasal.

The temple was kissed heavily, and the two troubled hands were drawn out.

"I'm still wronged." Zhong Mo pinched Mai Dingdong's cheek, and raised his other hand in a showy manner. Under the dim light, something semi-liquid fell down his fingertips.

Confirming that Mai Dingdong was watching, he opened his lips and swallowed them completely, half of his anger subsided.

Zhong Mozhi picked up the glass and swallowed the drink, then rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of Mai Dingdong's head to confirm that it didn't smell of sea buckthorn fruit.

He pursed his lips and said regretfully, "I can't kiss you anymore."

The tavern continued to celebrate until late at night.

Even if the walls are thick, they cannot withstand the coolness of the desert night.Wraiths are easy to say, but humans with thin clothes are unbearable.

After the outsiders left, a few people were scattered in the tavern to clean up.

The boss hiccupped and waved his hand, "Let's all go back, we will be liberated at dawn, what else do we need to clean up?"

"Too."

The chair was pulled away, and one person picked up the pink flower that fell on the bottom of the table, sniffing it curiously, the fragrance was mixed with sweetness, and he said, "Where did the peach blossom come from, it smells so good."

The drummer jumped off the stage, looked at it for a moment, and said half-jokingly: "The smell of hormones."

Alcohol puts the whole town into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the scorching sun was hanging on the top again that people began to walk on the street.

Mai Dingdong was still in a deep sleep when the door was kicked open suddenly, and a person rushed forward across the blanket.

He opened his eyes instantly, propped himself up in panic and panted, "Who, who."

"Master, me!" The visitor rolled back and forth hugging a corner of the blanket, pretending that Mai Dingdong didn't exist.

"Big goose!" Mai Dingdong's drowsiness disappeared, he held the child in his arms with his mouth flattened, and said with grievance: "You are fine. But you thought you were a rabbit, so heavy!"

The beast suddenly fell silent, and said desolately, "Mai."

"what?"

The black beast didn't make a sound, Mai Dingdong's heart sank slowly, and he lost his position, "Are you still not feeling well?"

Seeing Mai Dingdong turning around in a hurry, the beast grinned, "Anyway, it's more comfortable than your red mouth and neck."

"...It's starting to lie again." Mai Dingdong touched the braid of the beast, bent his legs and got out of bed to put on his shoes, still a little dizzy after a hangover.

The beast raised its eyebrows, "What are you doing standing there?"

Mai Dingdong lifted up his clothes, followed the smooth line of his abdomen upwards, and his eyes fell on two points on his chest.

"Pfft." The beast jumped onto the chair, was about to be irritated by Mai Dingdong's laughter, pointed at Wuyu and said, "Why did you go drinking last night? Why did you bring back two sea-buckthorn fruits?"

"Sea buckthorn fruit..." Mai Dingdong's temples thumped, he put down his clothes to wash, and kept chanting about sea buckthorn fruit.

After cleaning up, he picked up a can of iced Coke on the table, smoothed his sweater, and opened the door, "Why is there only one bottle of Coke?"

"Young master drank it all during the two days of rest."

"Quite greedy." Walking out the door, Fu Fu and Xu Wenxia happened to come up from downstairs.

Fu Fu threw a bag of things to Mai Dingdong, "Tokens are exchanged, thanks to the initial tokens you exchanged at the beginning, these are all given to you."

Mai Dingdong threw it back again, and shook his head with a smile, "It's not easy to accept, you take it."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Fu Fu pondered for a moment, then took out a seed and stuffed it into Mai Dingdong's hand, "Don't be stubborn. Tell you something funny."

"Remember the last time you woke up and all the possessions were cleaned up?"

Mai Dingdong blinked and nodded.

Xu Wenxia wrapped a red string around his fingertips, and continued, "This time, all the seabuckthorn fruits in the town are gone."

"Pfft—" The beast leaned back and laughed.

Everyone gathered downstairs, and the vengeful spirits of the aborigines lined up in two lines, waiting to leave.

Contrary to the liveliness of last night, the town is much more silent at this moment.Wen changed back to the leather skirt, and sat under the tapestry with his legs crossed, blowing on the fan comfortably.

Zhong Mozhi, whom he hadn't seen in the morning, was standing on the second floor of the exchange, looking down at the downstairs, the remaining half of his anger disappeared, and there was a smile on his lips for the first time.

The crow hung on the railing like a blanket, swaying boredly.

"When are you leaving?" He spat out a sea-buckthorn fruit, wrinkling his face sourly, "It's so unpalatable."

"Wait."

Fu Fu and Xu Wenxia didn't go to the underground mine, so they took the initiative to apply to resolve their grievances.They all had red strings around their hands, sitting behind the simple wooden table, their faces soon became tired.

The body of the touched Wraith dissipated the burnt smell, and calmly waited for the body to be completely transparent.

"Do you need help?" Mai Dingdong quietly leaned into Fu Fu's ear and asked her.

"nothing."

"I need help!" The girl's crisp voice broke the silence. She clenched her fists on her chest and discussed: "I really want to tell Dad that his daughter is doing well."

"Is it okay?" Knowing that the request was too much, her voice gradually became lower.

Snapped--

A pen was slapped on the table, and Mai Dingdong scratched his ears, "Why not?"

"Write the address, if your father hasn't moved yet."

"Thank you!"

He bent down and waited quietly for the girl to finish writing.The light brushed against the side face, and the whole person was very gentle.

Hu Yue rested her chin on one hand, and stared at the lord with both eyes.

Sure enough, the enlightened man's eyes were burning without any concealment.

Once there is the first, there is the second. Mai Dingdong will deal with everything within his capacity in his own name, and things are not difficult. Most of the time he will call his family after he goes out.

The line got shorter and shorter, and the last one was an old man with white hair.

Trembling, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and gave it to Mai Dingdong by name.

"Hold it." The old man stretched out his hand and was held down by the talisman, gradually becoming transparent, and said triumphantly: "It's all interesting things, and it won't hurt to collect them."

What he said was correct, the parchment neatly recorded the anecdotes and strange events of the Wraith World that had lasted for many years.

only--

The last date is written today.

The event reads: Celebrating death, and the disappearance of all buckthorn berries.

Mai Dingdong smiled helplessly, carefully put away the parchment and put it in his pocket.

With the disappearance of the last old man, the small desert city fell into eternal death.

The wind and sand blew past, rolling the skins of the wine glasses lying on the street, and no more gemstones in the extreme shade were produced.

When everyone stepped on the sand dunes and turned around again, the buildings on the extremely hot yellow sand distorted in sight, and finally reflected the blue sky, looking at the sea.

"Let's go." Wen turned around indifferently, found the direction he came from, and walked straight to the off-road vehicle.

Mai Dingdong let out a breath, put on his hood, turned around, and followed with a deep step and a shallow step.

"Where are you going?" He didn't look at Zhong Mozhi's face, but just stared at the lost and recovered shadow and asked.

Familiar answers were thrown over.

"Where are you going, where am I going?"

"You don't get rid of the grudge? You are a fried ghost." Eyes lost in the sand, Mai Dingdong rubbed it twice.

The desert stretches as far as the eye can see.

The other party said calmly: "The pot moon and the crow will go. We have a common enemy, don't we?"

"Can you find it." The weirdo who was crushed by the boulder and pretended to be the letter writer.

"Maybe."

At the airport, Fu Fu and Xu Wenxia gave Mai Dingdong a polite hug respectively.

Fu Fu sniffed, "See you again."

"See you again."

The return journey was still far away, Shi Wu didn't say a word, and his reaction was very slow.After defeating Yunhong City, he went straight to Lu Shiyan.

And Mai Dingdong took Yanshou and Zhong Mozhi back to the bookstore.

In the evening, the bookstore is brightly lit, and Aji sits in the store to pack his things.There are unexpected guests at the door.

Officer Chen turned around and nodded to Mai Dingdong, "You're back."

"I need to ask you something, get in the car."

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