Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

Zhe Qinghe only felt that there were thousands of words of bitterness and grievances in his heart, but when he really opened his mouth, after only three or two words, his throat was blocked, and he was speechless for a long time.

"do you know…"

Covering up and straightening up to look at him, the red eye sockets are easy to be pitiful, but at this moment, being set off by this pale face, it is even more heartbreaking, and even speaks incoherently, "Although he is my father in name...but anyway They are not my father, but my mother's husband. And I am not their son, but my mother's nemesis and my father's pawn."

"No, no, no... No, don't think that way." Mu Ziyun shook his head when he heard what Qinghe said, holding his face in both hands, his eager heart almost jumped out.

"I still can't figure out why the gods are so unfair. They gave me the fate of the gods and lone stars, but they gave me such an experience." The voice was muffled, and the tone became more and more low, "I didn't know until today. , It turns out that he loves his mother more than me, any destiny will never compare to man's work."

Mu Ziyun ran down his hair, and said almost with a sigh, "But he loves you more than he loves himself."

"...I want to blame him." Concealing and understanding Mu Ziyun's metaphor, he straightened up and looked at him, "But, as you said, if you want to show your temper to the people you want him to see...he is now It’s gone, so what’s the point of me trying to compete.”

After he finished speaking, he plunged his head into Mu Ziyun's arms again, took several deep breaths, the breaths were long and short, and he murmured to himself, his words were full of sourness, "He's gone..."

What's the point of all this.

"I know, I know everything." Mu Ziyun looked at the fragments of fabric scattered all over the ground covering Qinghe's back, unwilling to hear him repeat this painful experience, so he embraced him in his arms and softly coaxed him , "We don't want to..."

Unexpectedly, at this time, Ren Qizhi who was lying on the ground due to the illusion suddenly started to move, his movements were not small, but he couldn't wake up like a nightmare, he could only sleep in a dream.

Such an episode led to Bi Qinghe having to glance at Ren Qizhi distractedly.Just now he saw it clearly, if it wasn't for the bull-nosed ghost who descended from the sky to raise his hand to make up for the wind, according to Ren Qizhi's will, no matter how hard he tried, he might not be able to pull him into the illusion.

"Don't worry, he won't wake up." Mu Ziyun looked back after covering Qinghe's eyes, and comforted him, "Two hearts make him miserable, and the joy that wasted by that fan is enough to make him feel miserable." into despair."

Covering his eyes and sniffling, he said to Mu Ziyun, "I'll see him in a dream."

Although he said this, it is obvious that this "look" is not the other "look", and his tone seems to mean "this dog must die here today".

Then what did Ren Qizhi see in the hallucination?

He returned to his home.

The scenery here is very good. When you open the door and look out, you can see the mountains filled with mist in the distance.There is a small yard outside, and there is a bit of Susukida in the yard, with fiery red flowers blooming on one side and green vegetables on the other.

It's not the place where he was born, but the home where he lived briefly, with the fragrance of flowers, the singing of birds, his wife and children.

The only difference is that his wife is not there.

His wife became a mound, a monument, standing next to her favorite flower.

There are no words on the stele, because Ren Song can't write yet.

When Ren Qizhi heard footsteps, he turned his head and saw Ren Song coming back from the outside with a small bamboo basket full of freshly picked mushrooms in his hand.

Ren Song sweetly called him, calling him to eat mushrooms, Ren Qizhi smiled and said no, but Ren Song took out a mushroom from the bamboo basket and ate a mouthful.

Ren Qizhi's complexion changed, and he was about to rush forward, but Ren Song's figure suddenly changed in size and size, and his face also changed from light to light, as if possessed by a demon, and in the end he turned into a mask. look like.

"You, you..." Ren Qizhi's smile disappeared immediately, and he rushed forward to pull his face, belonged to Biqing and that pretty face was deformed by him, but the touch was warm.

How can it be warm.

Ren Qizhi yelled unavoidably, "How can you look like this ghost!! How can you be exactly the same as Yan Qinghe!!"

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" Ren Song tilted his head, showing a look of incomprehension, "Song'er's body is full of his blood, how can he not be like him?"

"You can't be like him!!!"

"Why? Daddy, Song'er doesn't understand." Ren Song approached him step by step, not to mention the same figure and face as Bi Qinghe, but his voice gradually became blurred, the child's voice was mixed with concealment and indifference The voice line, the proportion of the latter is getting bigger and bigger, almost driving Ren Qizhi crazy.

Ren Qizhi kept retreating, and Ren Song kept coming forward, asking repeatedly.

"Dad doesn't like this?"

"Didn't Daddy say that this face looks good?"

"This is the body Daddy made for me, isn't it what Daddy wants?"

Ren Qizhi hugged his head and shouted loudly as if he was about to collapse: "What I want is you!!!"

All of a sudden everything was silent, as if time stopped at this moment, only Ren Qizhi's buzzing head was left.

After a long time, Ren Song lowered his head at a loss, his own voice suddenly brightened, far overshadowing the quiet voice, and the tone of his speech changed from questioning to statement, when he raised his head again, It seems that he has changed back to Ren Song's appearance.

"So it's not what Dad wanted..."

"So it wasn't."

Ren Song muttered to himself, seeming to be very distressed. He grabbed his clothes and said to himself: "But all over me, what is mine?"

He kept repeating this sentence, scratching his arm as if he had fallen into a stereotyped behavior, his rounded nails were now as slow as a blunt knife cutting flesh, his white arm was scratched with red marks, It didn't even stop bleeding, he just kept scratching and repeating, "Not mine, not mine."

Blood was dripping on the ground. Ren Song squeezed his own flesh and blood until the bones were exposed. He looked at it with his hands, but shook his head and said, "It's not mine, it's not mine."

Ren Qizhi was startled by his actions, rushed forward and grabbed his hand, and scolded: "You are crazy!"

Ren Song is only the stature of a few years old at the moment, Ren Qizhi bent down to look at his wound, his ear was pressed against his father's chest, and he could hear the heartbeat clearly.

He was very curious, so he took Ren Qizhi's hand and placed it on his heart.

He said: "Daddy, touch it, it's so strange here."

There was silence.

However, at the next moment, Ren Song felt as if he didn't know the pain, and the hand holding Ren Qizhi suddenly penetrated his chest.

Ren Qizhi's half-opened hands caught something unexpectedly, like a small paper lantern, too soft.

His hand made a hole in Ren Song's chest, and when it came out, there was no bleeding. Ren Song held Ren Qizhi's wrist with one hand, and pushed his knuckles with the other hand. That lifeless heart shattered as soon as it was pinched, it was really like a small paper lantern, hollow inside.

Nothing.

"Daddy, look..." Ren Song looked at Ren Qizhi and said, "I only have an empty heart."

Ren Qizhi was completely stunned. He clenched his fists tightly, opened them slowly, and repeated several times mechanically. The pieces of flesh and blood in his hands were like the layer of sugar on the outside of candied haws, thin and crunchy. Actions become smaller and smaller each time.

Ren Song looked at him, but his eyes were dull. He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and suddenly peeled off a face like a face in a Sichuan opera. He took off the face that covered Qinghe, but the new face still covered Qinghe. .

He kept uncovering and throwing away, all in an attempt to hide his peaceful appearance.

"Daddy, isn't it good for me to grow up like this? I—— can only grow up like this."

Ren Qizhi had been tortured so much that he didn't have much energy, but he still said stubbornly, "Not good..."

"Understood." Ren Song lowered his head and clasped his fingers, "Mother said, you should listen to your father, if your father can't speak well, then Song'er will die again."

Before Ren Qizhi realized what "die again" meant, Ren Song wiped his neck with a dagger.

Just like he did before.

Blood spattered three feet high.

The dagger looked very familiar, it was obviously picked up from Bi Qinghe's body, Ren Qizhi suddenly looked down at his hand, if he didn't carry this dagger today, would the situation be different...

Ren Qizhi suddenly felt that there was something more that he could see out of the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and took a closer look. It was clear that Ren Song's body was still lying here, but beside the slightly larger mound of dirt, there was actually more A small bag of soil, no monument, even covered with weeds——

Ren Song couldn't weed his grave.

The other soil bag was suddenly covered with weeds——

Ren Song has been dead for a long time.

It turned out to be in vain, everything was in vain.

……

Ren Qizhi laughed suddenly, he didn't understand why he was laughing.

Maybe it was because he couldn't cry.

The two soil bags seem to be far apart, and there is still a large space in between. Ren Qizhi got up and weeded the two soil bags, offered a bouquet of flowers to his wife, and then walked between the two soil bags. lie down.

It's like a position tailor-made for him.

He looked at the endless blue sky and slowly closed his eyes.

A pink butterfly landed on the tip of his nose.

Covering and hooking his fingers, he put back the phantom butterfly that he singled out.

Butterfly flew towards the group, circled around Ren Qizhi, and saw that he imitated the move of covering Baichuan, raised his hand, and slapped his own Tianling Gai without hesitation——

Butterflies fluttered away.

Those who have obsessions in their hearts are demons, and they cannot be exposed. Only when there is a crack in the heart, can they perish themselves.