Burning fire

Mom said, this place is called Mingyuan.

There is a blood-red sea of ​​flowers, one end of the flower sea is Yan Luodian, and the other end is Nai He.

There is an old man in the Hall of Yama, who is very well dressed and is also very strange. He is the King of Yama and he is thousands of years old, according to the noseless kid.

Naihe on the other side, Zhang Jueming also wanted to go to see it, but Chibao was rolling around in the sea of ​​flowers playing a rogue, blocking him and not letting him go.

There are often ghosts floating around. At first Zhang Jueming would cry in fear, but after touching his neck and remembering Zhang Haolang pinching him, he suddenly stopped crying, and he could still meet those dead ghosts with strange faces. Son.

However, there are some who don't match, for example, the one who just came yesterday has half of his head cut off, one eye socket is empty, the other eyeball is hanging, and there is black blood coming out of the two holes left, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Qiao Jun, this child shouldn't be here." Yan Luo Wang said to Qiao Jun.

"But where can I send him?" Qiao Jun could only hold Zhang Jueming and shed tears, saying "I'm sorry".

"I told you a long time ago, don't be with mortals, you are a mountain ghost, how can you be with people..." Yan Luowang sighed, "You also gave birth to a child... you committed a crime. "

"Why doesn't he speak?" Yama asked again.

Since the night when Zhang Haolang strangled his neck, Zhang Jueming has never made a sound.Zhang Haolang seemed to use his trembling hands to silence him.

Qiao Jun knew it was impossible.She broke down and begged Zhang Jueming to speak.

And Zhang Jueming opened his mouth, as if he was ill, unable to make a sound.Seeing that Qiao Jun was crying so much, he grinned and smiled at Qiao Jun.

With this smile, Qiao Jun's heart died.

Zhang Jueming gradually realized what kind of "monster" he and his mother were.They are Dahuangshan ghosts.To be precise, Qiao Jun is a mountain ghost, Zhang Jueming is only half a mountain ghost, neither human nor ghost, he is a monster on the human side, and he is also a monster on the ghost side.

The red leopard is Qiao Jun's mount, loyal and obedient.The cluster of fire at the tip of its tail will not burn people, it is not hot at all, but it is very warm, and it is very comfortable to stick to the face.

Qiao Jun also has a burning iron whip, which is very powerful.Zhang Jueming once saw Qiao Jun whip a crazy wild ghost into ashes.

There is a door in the deepest part of the abyss.Very heavy, very big door, like a huge black beast.Every time Zhang Jueming stood by that door, he felt that he would be swallowed by this giant black beast.

There will always be ghostly howls from the mouth of the giant beast.From behind that door, he could hear thousands of cries, thousands of despairs.

The day, the moon and the night are all dark. Zhang Jueming can't count the days, but he is slowly getting taller and his shoulders are slowly growing.

Zhang Jueming still didn't open his mouth to speak, and even forgot how to make his vocal cords vibrate.He really can't speak anymore, he has really become a mute. (Note)

Red Leopard always went to Zhang Jueming, and often coaxed him with a blood-red delicate flower on the tip of its tail.Only at this time, Zhang Jueming's eyes would move, but there was no light, the surrounding was too dark, and no light could shine into his eyes.

The red leopard shook its head at Zhang Jueming, and the majestic Great Wilderness Spirit Beast wriggled around like a mascot.Zhang Jueming looked at it, and occasionally moved the corners of his mouth, but he never smiled.

"Is it really impossible to send him out?" Yan Luowang discussed with Qiao Jun again, but to no avail.

——Still the same sentence, where should I send it?

In the sky and on earth, Zhang Jueming's only shelter is in this dark abyss, in this ghost cave.

If the boy can't get out and get used to being with the darkness, then sooner or later he will be swallowed up and exhausted.This is his fate.

Qiao Jun said, "I will be with him, forever."

She set off sparks for Zhang Jueming in hell, every day.The fire is splashing, beautiful and warm.She hopes to light up Zhang Jueming's eyes again, just like he did when he was seven years old, and hear him say "I like my mother the most".

But as Zhang Jueming grew up, Qiao Jun became more and more ashamed to see him, until he grew the tall and straight back of a big boy, Qiao Jun was even afraid of him.As soon as she saw his eyebrows and eyes that were so resembling Zhang Haolang, she would be terrified and heart-piercing.

Thirteen and fourteen is the most wanton and naughty age for teenagers.At the age of junior high school students, you should be chasing the ball on the playground, sweating profusely, or sitting in the classroom dozing off on ancient poems, and secretly copying the homework at the same table.No matter how bad it is, they should fight in groups in the woods, or quietly stuff a box of chocolates into the schoolbag of the girl they like.

But Zhang Jueming remained motionless.Contrary to that bright age, he hid in the darkest and coldest place in the netherworld, under the dark eighteenth floor of hell, silently.He is like a pool of cold stagnant water.

He is accompanied by the wailing and howling of demons and ghosts every day, watching the red hot hell karmic fire burn up the evil souls.

until that day.

There was a loud bang that day, and the fire of hell karma fell from the top of his head and landed on his shoulders, burning his skin to pieces.

Zhang Jueming opened his mouth in pain, and tried hard in his throat, but he could only make a weak sound like "cluck".

The red leopard, which was wagging its tail on the ground, rolled up and roared angrily. Its hooves rubbed restlessly, and a raging fire broke out, forming a circle of fire, surrounding Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming reached out to catch the red leopard, but the red leopard ran out, into the depths of the abyss, toward the Nine Nether Gate.

The seal was shaken, the Nine Nether Gate opened a big hole, Heisha ran out from behind the door, and all ghosts wept.

King Yama and the ghost soldiers wiped out the evil spirits, but no one could hold down the Nine Nether Gate, and Nether sank into a sea of ​​flames.

With all her strength, Qiao Jun pushed Zhang Jueming out of this crumbling hell.

That was the last time Zhang Jueming saw his mother.He regretted not being able to open his mouth, and finally called her.

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It was as if something was pulling Zhang Jueming from the ground to the ground.

Zhang Jueming opened his eyes, and after many years, he saw the sun again.

His eyes were not used to the light, and his eyelids were immediately pricked shut.Zhang Jueming staggered to his feet, feeling that there was a solid and gentle earth under his hands, which made him fearful and panicked.

Before he could open his eyes to see his surroundings clearly, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and he was hit by a sap, lying on the ground and fainted.

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"This child is fair-skinned and good-looking, so he can earn a lot of money if he sells it directly? It's a pity to dismantle it and sell it."

Zhang Jueming woke up again and heard a man talking.

It was dark again, and there was no sun.

But the mountain ghost's eyes are enough to see the darkness clearly.

There were five children beside him, the older one was about the same as him, and the younger one was about eight or nine years old. They were all curled up with their heads drooping, three of them were dizzy, and the other two were dumbfounded, neither talking nor showing any expression.There was a lot of blood on their bodies, they must have been beaten a lot, and they couldn't cry anymore.

"Let's see if anyone buys it. If the whole body can't be sold, it will be dissected according to the old rules. Kidneys and livers are sold, especially corneas, which are very popular." Another man said.

Zhang Jueming saw the faces of these two men clearly, but he didn't remember their faces.

He just noticed—these two men were here to kill him.

Cut open, dig out the heart, liver and viscera, the cornea...

Zhang Jueming suddenly thought: "In this way, will he die?"

The mountain ghost has a powerful self-healing ability, and ordinary injuries can't hurt him for a few minutes, so what about digging his heart out?Will this kill me?He didn't know enough about the power of the mountain ghost to think of a result.

But that must hurt.Zhang Jueming was still afraid of pain.

But...Qiao Jun doesn't want him anymore.He couldn't even go back to the dark abyss.Pain once, die, and it won't hurt anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jueming closed his eyes without any resistance. —Just hollow out his organs and let him die.

After a drowsy sleep, Zhang Jueming didn't sleep well. In his sleep, he felt that he was being moved, and he could hear someone swearing at him, calling him "tiaozi".

Two more men than before, now there are four.

Zhang Jueming was picked up by one of them and fell to the ground. His body hurt so badly that he opened his eyes in pain.

He was locked in a small room, feeling weak and dizzy. Zhang Jueming glanced around and saw red lights flickering in all four corners of the room.

Zhang Jueming moved his legs and found that he was also tied with twinkling red lights.

—It's a bomb.

"You just stay here with uncle. Don't be afraid, if you die, we'll be blown to pieces together."

There was only one man left in the room. He was full of blood, and there was a lot of blood on his face and body. It was impossible to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He closed the door of the hut, and there was no light left in the room: "Damn it, damn it, even if I die, I will drag two backs!"

My body hurts like it's going to split.Zhang Jueming turned over with difficulty and pressed his abdomen with his hands. Suddenly, his lower abdomen twitched. He opened his mouth and vomited out a puddle of acidic water.

Fry to pieces.If you blow it to pieces, you're bound to die, right?When Zhang Jueming saw those evil spirits die, they also turned into pieces and dross, and then the fly ash slowly disappeared.

If he was scorched, if he was reduced to rotten flesh, would he still recover?Can you still live? — When the body is torn apart, it cannot heal.

Zhang Jueming closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

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"Bang" with a loud noise.

Zhang Jueming shivered, awakened by the scorching light.

cold.I was too cold to move.

It is the smell of fire, warm and smoky, and fire has a sound of "click, click". With this sound, it gnaws everything it passes into black soil and crushes life into dust.

The door of the hut was kicked open, and besides the man who tied the bomb to his body, another person came, and this person fought with the previous one.

Zhang Jueming saw that he was tall and straight, his movements were agile, his body was drenched in the sun, his back was full of light, even when he was wrestling on the ground, it was bright and shiny.

I was dazed and dazed for a while.Zhang Jueming heard someone yelling outside: "Zhou Qizun, come out! They poured gasoline! It's going to explode!"

"You guys retreat first, the first support is waiting outside! There is still a boy here!"

The sound was full of air, and the heavy voice was like an Optimus Prime, stabbing hard into Zhang Jueming's heart.

Zhang Jueming opened his eyes suddenly, and saw this man with blood on his face.

The man was in the middle of the flames, moving quickly with his hands, defusing the bomb on his body.

"Yo, you're awake." Different from the nervousness and caution in his hand, he actually grinned at Zhang Jueming.

A row of big white teeth made Zhang Jueming dumbfounded.

"Don't be afraid, brother will take you out."

The rough hands covered Zhang Jueming's head with blood and mud.

After removing the bomb from his body, Zhang Jueming stared at the man's face, seeing his frown, cursed in a low voice, and then hugged him...

"boom--"

The scalding heat pushed them out, and Zhang Jueming was crushed underneath, imprisoned in a warm embrace, unable to move.

The consciousness was awakened in an instant, Zhang Jueming pushed the man on top of him, but did not push.

Zhang Jueming opened his mouth and tried his best to shout, but only made some ugly and broken "ahah".

He stretched his arm vigorously, squeezed it out from the man's armpit, and stroked the man's body, touching the warm blood.

"Zhou Qizun!—" Someone shouted in the distance, "Dongyang, come here! They're there!"

Zhang Jueming suddenly grabbed the man's clothes tightly, and he kept pushing the lifeless man on top of him, only to realize that he was trembling with fear, and he had no strength left.

The author says:

Studies have shown that language is a lifelong skill, which conforms to the principle of use it or lose it.Long-term non-speaking will lead to degeneration of oral muscles, decline in language function, unfavorable opening and speaking, and even true dumbness, which is difficult to reverse.

Happy Zongzi Festival everyone~(^з^)-☆