Yokai grocery store

The moment Shen Qingzhuo stepped into the black mist, the air around him changed.

There were faint noises coming from all around, and in the black mist, Shen Qingzhuo saw many people - almost all the passengers on the train.

It's just that these passengers turned a blind eye to him and were busy with the things in hand.

A burst of crying burst out suddenly, and Shen Qingzhuo looked sideways, and found that it was a brat in the cubicle, who had scattered snacks all over the floor and was crying loudly.The one standing next to him was probably his father, who was criticizing him bitterly.

His father was lecturing vigorously, the child covered his face with his small hands, and while pretending to cry, he looked at his father quietly through his fingers, without a single tear in the corner of his eyes.

His father became more and more angry, couldn't help it for a while, and slapped the child twice on the buttocks after grabbing the child.

These two slaps stunned the child, he subconsciously covered his ass with his hand, and this time he really cried: "Papa, don't spank my ass! You're going to blow my ass open!"

Shen Qingzhuo couldn't help laughing, bypassing the father and son and continuing to walk forward.

The passengers seem to have forgotten where they are, doing various things in the black mist of nothingness, some are frowning and calculating how to live, some are noisy and scolding each other... all the way Walking away, all you see is troublesome things.

At the end, Shen Qingzhuo saw the young man on the opposite bed. He squatted quietly on the ground, covered his face with his hands, remained silent, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

The black mist around him was thick, swallowing his sad emotions, changing various shapes.

The young man squatted for a long time, and Shen Qingzhuo looked at him for a long time, until he stood up unsteadily.

The black mist absorbed a lot of negative emotions, gradually solidified, drifted around the young man, and slowly condensed into a vague human shape, making a vague and heavy voice.

Hearing the sound, the young man raised his eyes, saw it, was stunned for a moment, and murmured something in disbelief, like a personal name.Immediately afterwards, he walked towards the black shadow in a daze, and staggered a bit because his feet were numb from squatting for a long time.

The black shadow moved a bit, and when the young man approached, he stretched out his "hand" and hugged him completely into his arms.

The black mist filled the air, and the next moment, the surrounding scene changed again.

This is roughly a school scene, beside the clear water lake, under the weeping willows, the young man is standing opposite a person who is half a head taller than him.

The tall boy looked very helpless, as if trying to persuade the young man: "Look, we are all graduating, and you should learn to grow up too. I've been with you for three years, isn't it enough? You won't be so serious, will you?" ?”

The young man's lips were trembling.He wanted to say something, but when the words were about to rush out of his mouth, he chewed them up and swallowed them back, bitter and tight.After a long pause, he asked tremblingly, "So what am I to you?"

Yes, after being together for three years, the two of them specially arranged a double room, eating and sleeping together and traveling together.In the middle of the night, he also woke up the other party countless times, insisting on looking forward to the future with him, in the name of making life plans together.

And every time, this person would caress him sleepily, and over time, he had the illusion that this was just, right, and forever.

He didn't wake up until now when he heard the other party say "don't be so serious" to him, and the blood in his heart gradually cooled under the hot sun.

It turned out that these indulgences were all preparations for withdrawing at any time in the future.

The young man remembered that when his friends made fun of them, this person would always put his shoulders casually, with a loose smile in his eyes: "My man, don't make trouble."

At that time, I only felt that I was protected and cherished, and my heart was full of honey, but now that I think about it, I feel cruel... Look at this person, he always makes such an understatement, which makes people addicted and hurts people.

The conversation between the young man and the tall boy came intermittently, and Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes slightly - the tall boy was a couple who had been together for three years in the eyes of the young man, but in his eyes, he was completely human. Below, there is only a sad young man and a blur of black mist.

This is probably the memory scene of young people, and this black mist...is a nightmare.

This world is not all happy and suffering-free, everyone will inevitably have negative emotions, and even the best people will sometimes be unable to suppress these negative emotions.

When those negative emotions overflowing from people gradually gather together, they will become bigger and bigger like a snowball, and then produce an evil thing.

--nightmare.

Shen Qingzhuo has always hated the existence of such things.This thing is not difficult to break up, it doesn't even have intelligence, it's just a mess, but it can evoke the things that people are most unwilling to face in the dream, and can infinitely magnify the negative emotions in people's bottom, and then it goes away Swallow these emotions, like a gluttonous child with a bottomless stomach, eating until people collapse.

Shen Qingzhuo raised his hand, squeezed out a ball of white light, and was about to disperse this nightmare, but who knew that this nightmare reacted very quickly, and after feeling the danger, it sprinted away and floated far away, as if it was very complacent .

Is this actually a nightmare with enlightened intelligence?

This nightmare seems to be a newborn, and it is far from being able to activate its spiritual wisdom on its own. Someone must have helped it... Who is so sinister and has nothing to do to open the spiritual wisdom of a nightmare?

Shen Qingzhuo frowned.

……

But at this end, the dragon grabbed the tail of the black mist, and the black mist was so panicked that it was difficult to break free, so it simply smashed the jar and turned around to trap the dragon.

Long snorted, let go of his hand and slashed with his backhand, the black mist suddenly dissipated, the cold wind blew up flat, and endless sparkling waves appeared in front of his eyes—the sea of ​​no return? !

With a raised eyebrow, the black mist does not have such great power to take him to the Sea of ​​No Return in an instant. Could this be an illusion?

This illusion is very real.

The Sea of ​​No Return is a sea of ​​death and silence, in which, the only feeling is cold and strange.Long bowed his head, the sea was calm and undisturbed, like a piece of black jade that could not see the edge, could not see the reflection, and could not see the bottom.

Everything in the sea of ​​no return cannot float, even if it is as light as catkins, when it touches the water, it will only sink to the bottom and melt into black water.

His remains have been sleeping here for thousands of years.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the waves on the sea suddenly rolled, as if something was stirring up the wind underneath.

Long Xing walked forward, stepping through the overlapping waves, the dark sea water seemed to be afraid of him, and hurriedly made a way, he followed this way to the bottom of the sea, and saw the flailing claws crazily rolling keel.

There was no blood or flesh on the keel, only a gloomy and cold light.It endured the bone-shattering pain, and rolled crazily on the bottom of the sea, rolling up huge waves and making a hoarse dragon cry.

The scene in front of him was very familiar, something he had experienced not long ago.Long twitched his fingers, and the deep pain seemed to be a little bit left.

Countless white awns surged from all directions, clusters, small, and in front of the endless sea of ​​no return and the huge keel, they were so faint, but there were so many of them, and when gathered together, they could Cage each keel with a thin layer.

With the power of healing, the white light warmed the keel, and the keel seemed to be appeased, and the struggle gradually weakened. After a long time, it finally calmed down completely, and many of the forces that once belonged to it in the sea were being reabsorbed and accommodated by it.

The flesh and blood are restored, completely reborn.

The majestic big black dragon rushed out from the bottom of the sea with a long groan, rolled in the sky, circled a few times, and then found a direction and flew away.

Long stared at the phantom that flew away, and he had already made up his mind that the black mist probably brought him back to his memory.

Without the keel, the Sea of ​​No Return returned to lifeless silence. The dragon was about to break through the water and break out of this illusion, but a flash of fire flashed from the corner of his eye far away.

Like a fireball, with a small flaming tail, it stabbed and disappeared into the depths of the sea.

Longan narrowed his eyes, and was about to walk over to have a look, when the illusion finally couldn't bear his invisible coercion, and it was completely shattered with a sound of Zila.

Wuguihai disappeared in front of his eyes, and the little black figure that had just slipped away reappeared, twisting and twisting in front of him, looking quite proud, Long clicked, pinched it casually, and lifted it up like a bug: "What? ugly thing?"

The cloud of black mist was originally proud of Shen Qingzhuo, but one was not careful, and was pinched by the back of Destiny's neck, and suddenly panicked out of shape, unable to break free, he could only wriggle in despair.

Long disliked the cold and slippery feel, and crushed it casually.

The moment the black mist shattered, the surrounding darkness receded like a tide. The young man who cried silently and the other passengers who lamented and cursed all turned into phantoms and disappeared. Shen Qingzhuo and Long stood in a silent train carriage , face to face.

No one noticed that a wisp of faint, almost invisible black mist silently adhered to Shen Qingzhuo's trouser legs, carefully hiding it.

After a while, everyone who had been asleep woke up one after another, rubbing their eyes sleepily, showing a little tiredness.Little Nightmare didn't make trouble for a long time, and after a while, everyone recovered, and the bustle resumed in the carriage.

Shen Qingzhuo glanced at the young man who was still lying on the opposite side.

He was still immersed in the memory and couldn't get out, and there was a thin layer of black air rolling around his body.The slender body curled up slightly, trembling, with a hint of despair.

Shen Qingzhuo turned his wrist, and a small porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.He ordered Long to pour a cup of hot water, and put a few drops of Chuxue in the porcelain bottle into it.

There was a bit of aura in the hot mist.

Shen Qingzhuo woke up the young man and passed the hot water over.

When the young man was awakened, he couldn't regain his senses for a while, so he took a few sips of water in a daze.The hot water poured down his stomach, and the spiritual energy carried by Chuxue forced his heart, and he suddenly felt that the altar was suddenly clear, and most of the obscure and embarrassing heavy emotions dissipated at once.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive again, and thanked Shen Qingzhuo gratefully.

Shen Qingzhuo smiled gently, said nothing, and returned to the seat with Long.

Holding his wife in his arms, Long hummed a ditty again, this little episode meant nothing to him.Only after a while, he suddenly heard Shen Qingzhuo asking him softly: "What am I in your eyes?"

Humming a little tune, he suddenly got stuck.

Long Dahei frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

——Is this a sub-question or a proposition?