resentment resuscitation

"This is a great sacrifice once a month. You can exchange valuable things for wooden tokens and participate voluntarily." The man explained calmly and proactively, "After driving away the female ghost, you can go to draw treasures. What you draw depends on luck."

"Why are you not interested at all? Other outsiders are not like this."

"Not really." Mai Dingdong shook his head, "What's the name?"

"Yasukuni."

"Chou Anguo?"

The man remained silent, then suddenly grinned, took a deep breath, and said, "Have you been to the temple to see it? The surname is indeed Qiu."

Mai Dingdong understood it, and he accepted his guess.

Judging from the wooden signs of worship in the temple, Taohua Village is not so much a village, but more like a big family of the same origin, with no foreign surnames.

He changed the subject and asked, "Doesn't the village raise livestock?"

In the two days I've been here, I've seen villagers gather to chat and laugh.No farming, no rooster crowing in the morning, no pigsty and chicken coop in sight.

However, the original decadence was swept away, the whole village was filled with joy, and the railings were shining brightly.

He saw Qiu Anguo pointing at a man in the distance with a dry cigarette, "I don't want to raise it. Nong, he goes out of the village to buy fresh meat regularly."

"No wonder your meat is sour and stinky." The black beast hugged its chest, mocking with temptation.Everything in this village is strange, and you have to put a question mark on what the villagers say.

Qiu Anguo smiled wryly, "The evil spirits are making trouble, there's nothing you can do about it. Feel free to have fun while suffering."

"Female ghosts are dangerous at night." He patted Mai Dingdong on the shoulder, and walked away in a vague manner, "Be careful."

His words were like a foretaste.

Under the setting sun, the whole village gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall, beating gongs and drums, burning incense and playing music, surrounded by young people in suits.

According to the villagers, this female ghost married into the village many years ago and was wronged by her husband. She has deep resentment towards the marriage, so she will be attracted to people in groom's attire.

When she paid attention to the "fake groom", the Taoist priests took the opportunity to eliminate her.

Mai Dingdong let the villagers pin the fist-sized red flower on his chest, and looked up at the black beast's back.

It can be regarded as a false attack, since there is a village library, of course we have to check it out.

He is in charge of being a bait to follow the waves to eliminate demons, and stealing beasts to look for clues.

The thick-browed Taoist priest in front of him smiled obsequiously, fearing that this bait, which is not afraid of death and easy to deceive, would escape midway.

With a big wave of his hand, he stuffed the rough yellow talisman into Mai Dingdong's pocket, and comforted him: "We are eliminating harm for the people. Don't be afraid, little brother, just sit and pretend to be a groom, and we will definitely protect you. "

The young man nodded slightly.

The setting sun melts gold, he sits obediently, his soft hair is melting with warm light.

It seems that he was really deceived by the words "killing harm for the people", without any fear.

A girl in a black robe was squeezed into the crowd. She couldn't bear it, and suddenly said tentatively: "Why don't you make a dummy and put it here, in case there is any danger..."

"Tsk." The Taoist raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "That means you are useless."

The girl was stunned, and then couldn't bear it anymore and took out the wooden sign that hadn't been warmed and threw it on the ground, "Okay, I'm not missing, so I won't accompany you."

She was so angry that she dug a grave in the middle of the night, and now she persuaded a living person to be a bait. Isn't she a fake justice and a real villain.

As soon as Mai Dingdong's eyes fell on the wooden sign, the empty seat left by the girl was immediately covered by the crowd.

number 3.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sound of gongs and drums, the auspicious time will come.

Firecrackers exploded from the entrance of the village all the way to the high-rise hotel. After the noise, the boiling joy was cooled down by nightfall.

The doors of every house are closed and the windows are locked.

The evil wind rolled up the firecracker paper and incense ash, and blew out from nowhere.

The young man sitting at the entrance of the ancestral hall opened his eyes, moved his sore and numb legs in the short half of his trousers, and looked at the entrance of the village from afar.

The evil spirit in the villagers' mouths is dressed in red, which is exactly the same color as the happy flower on Mai Dingdong's chest.

She has firm skin, petite and delicate, and the multi-layered red dress is gathered behind her back with the wind, and every step she takes creates a gust of wind.

The festive attire could not conceal the monstrous resentment.

Mai Dingdong sat where he was, just waiting quietly.

"dong dong"

With constant knocking on the door, the evil spirits knocked along the low buildings one by one.

Her feet were already covered with gravel, and blood trailed out as she walked.

Waiting for someone to open the door?

Mai Dingdong was sitting upright, the stench was mixed with the ashes of firecrackers, he struggled to open his eyes in the strong wind, trying to see the other party's expression hidden in the darkness.

Before anyone could open the door, the evil spirit kept hitting the heavy door with his forehead, blood dripping, and the air filled with death.

After a long while, she caught the gaze behind her, her feet turned and roared, and she turned around.

Is her "groom".

Just like the villagers and Taoist priests said.

The evil spirits no longer pay attention to the villagers, and all the resentment and hatred have found an outlet.

The Xipao fluttered with the wind, and the evil ghost suddenly raised her head, sharp nails grew out of thin air on her delicate toes, easily tearing the mud, and she ran forward like crazy.

There was a clatter of metal—the heavy chains on her feet.

The familiar stench brushed over the trembling eyelashes of the "groom", and he was surprisingly stunned, allowing the terrifying creature to approach.

It was a face distorted by weeping.

The rouge melted into the mottled water marks on the face.

His chest was pulled hard, it was sore.

I was wrong.Intuition told him that it was not the evil spirits that made trouble, but the villagers who closed their doors and windows.

She should have suffered an unbearable grievance here.

The fingers as thin as white bones were touching the red flower on the chest of the human being, and the hard nails were about to ruthlessly tear the living heart of that person.

"Ghosts make trouble." Mai Dingdong suddenly let go of his pursed lips, and read out the contents of the letter in a whisper.

The suit was torn, the skin on the heart was cut with blood, and the face of the ominous ghost was ferocious.

The heart beat vigorously under the life-threatening hand, and the fingertips dug into the flesh.

"Life and death are upside down." The temple was swollen with pain, the young man ignored the warnings from the pain nerves, suddenly raised his hand, and stroked the hand without the ring to the evil spirit's cheek.

He understood the meaning of the letter.

The villagers appear to be alive, and the ghost appears to be dead, but the reality may be the other way around.

Looking directly at the resentment and hatred, Mai Dingdong gently put the hair that was wet on her cheek with tears behind her ear, and said comfortingly: "You blame them, don't you?"

"You want them to open the door and save you, but they don't."

Therefore, after the resentment condensed into a solid body, the scene before his death was reproduced in the village every month.

The evil ghost stood still like a stone statue, and let the clean voice flow into his ears amidst the whistling wind.

"They put you in shackles and locked you out of the sun."

Mai Dingdong's voice was very soft, and all he could see were the other's glaring wounds.

The "groom" turned his palm over, where his blood was stained and slowly turned into a bright red peach blossom.

The surrounding wind calmed down at some point, Mai Dingdong wrapped the peach blossoms behind the woman's ears, smiled slightly, "Watch it from beginning to end, I will help you observe it from beginning to end."

The woman's pale face was a little angry because of the peach blossoms, and two hot tears fell down.

But before the tears fell to the ground, the thick hemp rope drew an arc in the air, hung on the branch, and one end was precisely wrapped around the woman's neck.

The Taoist priests and villagers who found the opportunity rushed out together.The leader of the villagers skillfully locked the bride's neck with a rope from a distance.

Mai Dingdong paused his hands in the air, and the person in front of him was pulled away.

A few piercing electric sounds sounded, and someone's dilapidated old TV was turned on, broadcasting the news of the national celebration at the highest volume.

"In the women's volleyball championship and runner-up finals, we won [-]-[-]!"

The villagers cheered in unison, not only because of the Olympic news, but also because the female ghost was defeated again.

With sincere smiles, everyone rushed to stand behind the hemp rope, pulling Qi Li back with all their might.

One end is on the neck of the evil spirit, and the other end is in the hands of everyone, like a pulley pulling the "scary evil spirit" up.

"This is another victory in a major international competition after the World Women's Volleyball Championship!"

There was cheering like waves again, and the village was brightly lit.They leaned back one by one, pulling the evil spirit into the air, and the peach blossoms behind their ears fell to the ground.

"We won the No.14 gold medals in this Olympic Games for our country!" The announcer was impassioned.

Whistles, cries of victory, the rubbing of the fibers of the twine.

This is a one-sided cruel trial, no one cares about the life and death of the bait, and no one cares about the endless sorrow of the bride.

Mai Dingdong sat where he was, the muscles in his heart were torn and he lost consciousness due to the pain.

There was warm applause from the Olympic audience on TV.

Crunch, crunch.

The woman in the red dress stared out and hung from the tree, losing her breath again.Like it happened every month during this time.

He saw those Taoist priests losing their minds, stepping on the shoulders of the villagers, struggling to hug the female ghost's feet, and then crawling up like worms, groping for the treasure in the extremely dark place.

The petals on the ground were trampled to pieces.

The glare of the full moon.

The ancestral hall behind him was filled with a stench, and heavy breathing came from his ears.

The sticky crackling sound resounded again, and the monster on all fours was like a vicious dog that had been starving for a day, avoiding Mai Dingdong who was sitting still, and ran forward hungrily and thirstily.

A piece of gauze skirt floated to Mai Dingdong's feet.

The slowest monster stopped moving, and turned around the human anxiously, constantly wriggling its throat.

The voice was softer than a feather, and the young man asked it, "Do you know her?"

The answer was still hoarse ho ho.

The young man with pale lips was very patient, and kept asking that sentence repeatedly, "Do you know her?"

At a certain moment, he suddenly took a breath, and heard a sentence clearly, mother.

The monster's limbs were twisted, and the corner of its mouth still had a disgusting evil smile.

With a deep sigh, Mai Dingdong silently waved his hand, and the painfully growling monster instantly collapsed to the ground.

Let go.

There was still chaos in the distance.

The carnival of the crowd came to an abrupt end with a whistle from the villagers.

The body of the female ghost hanging in the air has dissipated, and the outsider has become a new target.

The villagers no longer concealed their malice, and without the shabby woman they were afraid of, the next step was their carnival.

The two who didn't buy the wooden sign were like garbage, thrown to the humanoid monster at will.

The thick-browed Taoist almost lost control.As soon as he clenched the wooden sign and breathed a sigh of relief, a villager with a strange smile put it on his shoulder and disappeared in an instant.

In just a few seconds, the front of the temple seemed to have been washed away by a tsunami, leaving only mud and the back of the temple sitting alone.

Mai Dingdong patted his butt and stood up, leaning over to pick up the discarded wooden sign "3".

This wooden sign is not a treasure for bartering at all.

The fire in his heart was burning vigorously, and anger and annoyance ignited from the bottom of his calm heart.

Touching the wooden sign, Mai Dingdong disappeared in an instant.

On the top of the temple, the three stood there for an unknown how long.

Crow carefully put his head back on his neck, hiccupped and stretched it, and gave the red-haired woman a look, asking what was going on.

There is so much yin down below, but if the master doesn't make a move, he doesn't dare to blow up the resentment.

Who knew that Hu Yue's face was serious, and she frowned and stared at the figure standing at the front.

"What are you doing?" Crow sat down bored, continuing to admire the Lord's newly matured body.

Human clothing can't hide the smooth muscle lines, it's tall and straight, full of strength, and it can dissipate grievances and cries with a simple grip.

He was fascinated by admiration, and suddenly realized that he met the cold and impatient dark golden eyes of the other party, and he started to piss off, "What's wrong?"

"Go back." The human language is still a little rusty, but under the pressure of that mountain, anyone just wants to obey unconditionally.

Hu Yue stepped forward worriedly and asked, "What about you?"

"Don't ask too much."

Hu Yue's knees were soft and dripping with cold sweat, she swallowed a heavy nod, turned around and left with the crow without hesitation.

At a convenience store far away from Taohua Village, Ya took a sip of instant noodles and said dejectedly, "I don't understand why the Lord chooses to be a human being."

"Even if it is a human being, it is an existence that everyone respects and kneels down." Hu Yue replied lightly, not allowing any comment.

"Indeed." Crow shrugged, leaned in front of Hu Yue's phone to peek, "What are you looking for?"

Browsing the website, a few harsh words: the way of human beings.

The crow picked up the tongue that fell on the table in astonishment, and stuttered and asked, "What do you mean?"

Under his gaze, Hu Yue nodded heavily.

The author has something to say: a cute manuscript depositor (a dog with a rose in his head)