a dying man

Zhou Budu's eyeballs popped out, and his face was pale.A very good hangman look.He withdrew his bright red tongue that fell in the air, leaned on the hemp rope and said, "Why do you want to die?"

The man said: "The son died, the wife ran away with someone, and the house was mortgaged."

Wife and children are separated, family is destroyed, it's really tragic.

As a newly dead ghost, Zhou Du said incompetently: "It's not good to be hanged. You will lose control of your bowels, your eyeballs will burst out of your eye sockets, and your seven orifices will bleed. You are so particular about the method of death, it is not decent to die like this."

He asked again: "Do you have a knife?"

The respectable man took a jackknife from his suit pocket.

Zhou Budu said: "Okay, thank you. Aim at my neck and give me one cut. One cut is not enough to make two cuts. Until I die. If I am still alive, I will teach you how to die without pain and happiness."

He turned his body slightly half a circle, revealing the blood cut by the dog's teeth.The delicate neck bears the weight of Zhou Budu's body, so the blood is stretched and stretched. The decent man watched the cut flesh stretch out like noodles, and he could see the throbbing blood vessels. Extravasation.

The respectable man shook his penknife into the snow.Ran.

Funake freed himself from the noose.He put away the rope and took it with him, thinking viciously: He can't die, and others want to die every now and then.

A vast expanse of fresh snow fell on him.He counted with his fingers, and he died nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, counting nine to nine, nine is a good number, he does not deserve to have a happy number, he wants to go from nine to zero, zero is a good number.nothingness.He hoped that the snow would just cover his grave when he died.For this reason, he showed two small canine teeth and smiled like a child.

riverside.

He blew a cold wind by the river for a while, and the river was boundless, because he couldn't see the end at a glance.Very well, no one went out to fish in such gloomy weather, and no one stopped his life and death.He can die boldly with confidence.

Having had the experience of jumping into the river last time, he tied the end of the rope that he hanged to his leg, and tied the stone to the rope.After doing this, he walked towards the center of the surge with the stone in his arms.

When the river flooded his shoulders, a wave knocked him over.At the same time, a thought flashed in his mind: If he can't die this time, he will...

There's no after that.

He was rescued a few hours later.He was lying on a barracuda boat and saw the black-clothed fishermen wearing bamboo hats, but couldn't see their faces.He trembled and said, "How long have I been in the water?"

The fisherman held up two fingers at him.

Oh, two hours.Zhou Budu smiled at him, stretched his claws and clamped his clothes to prevent him from leaving: "You rescued me on your own initiative, I will—vomit."

He vomited.

Zhou Budu's belly was full of stagnant water, and every time the hull was bumped, the water in the belly would bump along with it.After vomiting, he pulled the fisherman's trouser legs to wipe the vomit.

"It's easy to touch." He raised his face and smiled at him again, his face was dying from laughing, and he stretched out his sleeve apologetically, trying to wipe it off for him.

The fisherman in the hat took a step back.

"Where did you put that stone on my leg? It is very important to me." Shen Shi said.

The fisherman pointed to the river, meaning to throw it away.

Zhou Budu looked at his slender fingers, giggling.The boat, which was about to swell, rolled to the feet of the fishermen in a tumbling posture, bringing with it the fishy smell of the sea and the contaminated vomit.

He didn't believe that others could tolerate his filth. Sure enough, the fishermen hated his filth and hid in the tent.So I rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled off the bow.

There was only a bang.

The sound of falling is no different from others, and so is the splash.

Zhou Budu, who died again, opened his eyes again, full of joy that he had arrived at the Palace of the King of Hades.The drowned ghost's body is heavy, and he can't drag a wisp of smoke-like soul, so he is relieved that only his eyeballs are still active and his body organs are looking around.

When he saw the shattered beams above his head, he thought excitedly: This is hell, it really looks hideous, set up a shelf on the ground and boiled the oil pan, the beams were all blackened.Am I going to fry the pan?

When I smelled the smell of pine oil in the air, I thought again: Even the underworld burns pine oil, will the underworld also be dark?Is there also spring, summer, autumn and winter?

The chill on his body confirmed his guess.Zhou Budu grinned, the more he hurt, the happier he laughed, nothing could stop him from looking for death, and nothing could stop him from laughing.When tears fell from the corners of his eyes when he laughed, he remembered the wish he had made, so when he saw Wuchang standing in front of him in black, he couldn't wait to ask: "Is there a new layer of snow on my grave? It's as white as my body." Is it?"