When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Huang Congyun seemed to be more nervous.

I didn't hear the sound all night, but in the early morning of the next day, I was naked and ran into the temporary dojo in the yard in the freezing cold.

Finding Hong Yun who was making the final preparations, he clasped his shoulders desperately and shook, still shouting incomprehensible words, "He said he wasn't crazy, but everyone would think I was crazy and drive me crazy..."

"Master Daoist, last night, he broke off the joints of my hand one by one. He said that this hand can only be used for murder, so it is better to use it up." The face looks even more contorted and hideous.

"Also, Daoist, I have evidence, he has abolished my place, you see," Huang Congyun let go of his hand, and showed the evidence to others, "Look, I can't do it! He said that this thing will only Let me speak animal words and do animal things."

Let people witness the indifference of his body, the excitement on Huang Congyun's face is obviously greater than the fear.

Seems like the perfect proof that he's not crazy.

"Yes, you're not crazy, go to the side and put on your clothes first, I still have a few talisman papers to stick," Hong Yun turned his face away in disgust, not wanting to take another look at him.

Such a scene was so weird and absurd that it frightened him.

Crazy, crazy words, crazy actions, all abnormalities hide hints behind them.

It's like a trial, now counting the defendant's crimes in detail, when the alarm falls, it is the day of karma.

It is also like solving a riddle, presenting a mystery to the intruders of the maze. The day when the answer is revealed is the end of the day.

Huang Congyun knew it was perfunctory as soon as he heard it, so he quickly grabbed the person and shook him again, as if this way others could wake up and would not leave him alone to be tortured in the nightmare reality.

"If you shake the old bones again, it will fall apart," Hong Yun saw the man's madness yesterday, and this time he was well prepared. He knocked the whisk in his hand on his numb elbows, and retreated only when he lost his strength. He dodged behind the little disciple who was waiting beside him.

That little disciple was personally taught by Hongyun, and his Taoist name was Jingxiu. Although the word Xiu was in his name, his appearance had nothing to do with Xiu. My first impression is more like a butcher with a white knife in and a red knife out in ancient times.

Jingxiu blocked Hong Yun's tasteless gossip all the year round, not to mention how well he learned Taoism, but he has practiced [-]% of his ability to sing bad faces.

At this moment, seeing that his Master Money Tree was impatient, he immediately stepped forward tacitly and stopped Huang Congyun.

But before he could move, Huang Congyun screamed and fell to the ground.

The two thin arms, which were as thin as chopping wood, seemed to have been chopped off by an axe. They were severed from the position where they were struck, and bent out of an arc that would not appear under normal circumstances.

Huang Congyun's father, Huang Facai, heard the noise and came to see his son. His son was dragging a pair of broken arms and wriggling back and forth on the ground like maggots.

"...he said last night that my hand would break, it hurt so much...you see, I wasn't lying...it really broke...it hurts so much, I'm going to die...I can't die...I'm not crazy... ..."

"Help me, dad, tell them, save me," Huang Congyun saw his father shouting even more hoarsely, "he put my hand in the meat grinder yesterday, he said my hand would be broken today, Because I used these hands as a stand to aim..."

When Hong Yun heard the word "aiming", he inexplicably thought of the coquettish young man's gesture of comparing his hands with guns, and the corners of his lips mocking all living beings when he said this to him.

Huang Facai was famous for being a calf protector, and quickly comforted him, "Save me, I'll save you even if you lose everything. First finish the ritual, let's cultivate your body first, and when you're healthy, there's nothing else like that."

The hope in Huang Congyun's eyes, following his father's words, went through the whole process from rising to extinguishing in less than twenty or thirty minutes.

"You don't believe me, I'm not crazy..." Huang Congyun's distorted cheeks showed a momentary sadness, and then turned into anger, "I fucking said I'm not crazy, you don't believe it, this is retribution, we are all getting retribution... ..."

The skinny and extremely life-threatening man felt that he was furious, but he only dared to vent all his anger on verbal curses.

As soon as the words of the first aid person's sequelae came out, he became dumb, and obediently cooperated with the bandage first aid, for fear of accidentally leaving any sequelae.

Because of Huang Congyun's injury, the matter of the waterway ashram was nothing.

Huang Congyun's father would still need Hongyun in the future, so he didn't make a fuss about asking people for medical expenses.

Hong Yun also felt guilty, and didn't mention the pre-arrangement cost of the dojo to others.

The ritual was done anticlimactically, Hong Yun felt ashamed, leaving Jingxiu and a few young disciples to clean up the place, and then slipped back to the temple in a disheartened manner.

Hongyun also has a lot of experience in this kind of accident.

Wait a few days for the most embarrassing period to pass, as long as there is a chance to show off, you can come out with a big face again.

He has a lot of skin, and it's not a problem if he loses a layer or two. If people ask him for something, they won't expose him again without lack of vision.

Hello, hello, business blows to each other, and we are still good partners who help each other.

Only this time, something was wrong.

Hong Yun found that he couldn't calm down at all, as long as one person was fine, he would think of the last conversation between the two that day.

"Are you guilty?" The question was played repeatedly in his mind, whipping his heart over and over again.

No matter how many times he answered innocence, he couldn't calm the turmoil in his chest.

That little ripple is like a thorn in his heart, no matter how he whitewashes the peace of the mirror.

The circle of ripples still gently and shallowly swayed on the surface of the lake in his heart, and the thorn stabbed at his heart neither painful nor itchy.

Hong Yun saw Huang Congyun again two weeks later.

Huang Congyun followed behind his father, ordering and moving like a marionette, and he looked even more disfigured.

Not only is his body full of the ashes of an old man, but his eyes are also full of lifeless dejection and numbness.

The only difference between him and a real dead person is that his heart is still beating.

His father came to find the abbot this time.

As soon as Huang Facai met him, he would kneel down to the abbot, weeping with an old face, and tearfully said, "Master abbot, please save my stupid son."

The abbot stretched out his hand to catch Huang Congyun's father, but he didn't let him kneel down.

After asking about the situation, I found out that Huang Congyun had hallucinations for more than half a month, and Hong Yun calculated the exact time, which was the day before he met the young couple.

The weirdness and ominousness that lingered in his heart for days became even worse, and all the fingers pointed at Huang Congyun.

Hong Yun thought that the abbot's presence would not allow him to ask more questions, so he held back his appetite and continued to listen to them talk about their symptoms.

"Cong Cong always said that he killed the kid from the Li family, but that kid died and came back to life," Huang Congyun's father said helplessly.

"Hee hee, because he is a monster, he didn't die, he came back to take revenge," Huang Congyun's mouth deliberately twisted into weird smile lines, and Hong Yun always felt familiar with that upward arc, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Regardless of the faces of the people around him, Huang Congyun continued to pull his treacherous smile, which was uglier than crying, and muttered, "He won't die, so he lives, and he won't let me die, hehe, so I can't die either. Lose."

Seeing his son like this, Huang Facai felt that his heart had been gouged out into pieces, "Look, once you say it, it will be like this."

"Boy from the Li family, I feel like I've heard it somewhere," the abbot twirled his beard thoughtfully.

"It's that little snake-scale monster from Lu Ruosu's family," Huang Facai explained.

"Pindao remembered, he came to see Snake Scale, but unfortunately..." As soon as someone reminded him, the abbot remembered.

In fact, the mother and son Lu Ruosu and Li Mufeng were as famous as Huang Facai and Huang Congyun.

However, Lu Ruosu is famous for not loving his son and being cruel, while Huang Facai is famous for doting on his son unconditionally.

Li Mufeng and Huang Congyun are also known in different ways. The former is called a monster with snake scales on his body, while the latter is called a locust because of his dirty mind and countless people.

"But, abbot, you also know that apart from being ugly, that little monster is just an ordinary person. How could it be..." Huang Facai stopped talking halfway through.

Hong Yun was horrified when he heard their conversation.

He always thought that what Huang Congyun was talking about was a female ghost, but he never thought of anyone else.

Hong Yun also has a little impression of that little monster in the Li family. He watched it a few times when he was curing snake scales.

Hong Yun thought for no reason that there seemed to be a shadow of a little monster left on one of the youths that day, and the two were too delicate, almost monstrous faces, almost identical.

The feminine youth might just be the little monster that grows up.

Following this conjecture, the more Hong Yun thought about it, the colder he felt behind him.

He suddenly remembered, where had he seen the curved arc at the corner of Huang Congyun's mouth.

The feminine young man of that day always had this kind of ridicule of mocking worldly affairs and disdain for the world on his face.

If the feminine young man is the same as the little monster of the Li family and the person in Huang Congyun's hallucination, is he human?

If it's not a person, what is it?

"Benefactor Li is indeed an ordinary person. More than ten years ago, he and a young man from Juechen came to contemptuously offer incense," the abbot's words interrupted Hong Yun's train of thought.

With the abbot's confirmation, Hong Yun was sure that the feminine young man and the little monster of the Li family were the same, and that they were ordinary people.

The problem still lies with Huang Congyun.

"He is not an ordinary person, he is a monster, he said it himself," Huang Congyun insisted on something inexplicable for no reason and meaningless, "Ordinary people will not laugh at me being chopped up bit by bit, and put back together again, He also asked me if it hurts, there is no such person, only monsters."

Hong Yun immediately imagined the femininity of the young man with a smile on his face, admiring the scene where the executioner cut the person into pieces slowly and piece by piece, and put the person back together bit by bit.

During this period, young people may still be dissatisfied because of spelling mistakes, and ask the executioner to cut off the stitched parts again.

Throughout the whole process, the young man would wear his customary, elegant but mocking smile, like a perfect bloody gentleman.

Huang Congyun's taste is really strong.

Hong Yun was overwhelmed by his imagination.

"Has Donor Huang been to the hospital?" the abbot asked cryptically.

"Let's go," Huang Facai's love for his son was eager, and he did not shy away from medical treatment. The psychiatrists said it was delusional disorder. Everything about Cong Cong was normal, except for the matter involving the Li family boy.

"I even took him to the Li family, but when he saw people laughing, he knelt down and kowtowed to apologize, which made people avoid me when they saw me." Huang Facai's face was full of memories of the past.

"Later, his mother started his company together with his ex-girlfriend. She was so busy every day that she didn't even touch the ground. I don't have the nerve to bother her so often." Huang Facai continued.

"Supreme Taiyi saves the suffering Heavenly Venerable, the truth is true, the poor can do nothing, there is no evil spirit in your son, even if the patriarch leaves the customs, he can't solve the knot in his heart." The abbot hesitated for a while, and still told others that he was helpless.

Huang Facai quickly shook his head and explained, "Master misunderstood, I brought Cong Cong here because Cong Cong said that the man sent him here."

"I thought I followed his imagination, maybe it could be saved. Master, you know that I am only one son, and I have been used to it for so many years." Huang Facai's voice became softer and softer, and the last few words were as low as a mosquito. gnats.

Huang Facai donated a lot of incense and bought a high-end bed next door to Hongyun for his son, promised Hongyun many benefits, and then left without hesitation.

Pity the parents of the world.

The abbot and the other elders in the room shook their heads and sighed.

Ever since Huang Congyun lived next door, the knot in Hong Yun's heart became bigger and bigger.

The thorns in the circle of ripples were still randomly placed there, but he always felt that there was a tsunami hidden under the ripples, and the thorns were the sword of Damocles hanging seven inches above.

With something on his mind, Hong Yun felt that everything he saw was quite meaningful.

When I get up in the morning to practice, I can bump into a mourning crow.

The broken tiles on the eaves fell two and a half more than usual today.

The younger disciples of the Jingzi generation threw their bowls when they saw him.

Of course, the most hair-raising thing was Huang Congyun's half-dead thing.

Walking around him like a walking dead every day, his face always has a smile and a distorted arc.

No matter what Hong Yun did, he followed him quietly like a wandering puppet.

Hong Yun often turns his head to meet a pair of big protruding eyes covered with bloodshot eyes. Sometimes he can't see it at a glance, and he can quickly find an eyeball staring at him closely and moving with his movements in a certain gap. .

Even when he was sleeping, Hong Yun felt restless, as if someone was watching him through the wall.

"What the hell are you doing, like a ghost?" Hong Yun was so tormented that his skin kept getting goosebumps, and he asked Huang Congyun what was going on in a hurry.

"Hee hee, look at the Taoist priest," Huang Congyun would pull up the loose flesh on his face every time after being overweight and thin, and make a chilling smile, "My way out lies with the Taoist priest. Hee hee, Taoist priest, don't run away."

Looking at Huang Congyun's appearance, Hong Yun always doubted whether this person was alive or not, he was lifeless, yin and yang, and his eyes moved mechanically.

But he also knew that Huang Congyun couldn't be dead, he wouldn't be able to enter the Taoist temple, and the black eyes and the look of being emptied were all made by himself.

Hong Yun also tried to secretly investigate the intersection between Huang Congyun and the Li family boy in recent years.

It's a pity that apart from deepening the unknown and reconfirming that the weirdness is caused by Huang Congyun, there is nothing to be gained.

When he touched the residential area where the Li family boy lived, he met the security guard.

Based on the mutual intuition of the same kind, Hong Yun smelled the same stench of copper on the other party's body, and hurriedly used money to buy a word, asking the security guard to tell him about the Li family boy.

As a result, as soon as his tent was turned around, he saw the security guard inserting his finger into his left eye and plucking out the eyeball completely. Bright red flowed from the sunken eye socket, casting a layer on the gray-blue dull uniform. bloody.

Hong Yun didn't dare to ask any more questions, but his intuition told him that if he continued to dig, the clues would point to him, so he called the security for emergency services and ran away.

But anxiety cast a deeper shadow in his heart.

The shadow continued to expand its territory, squeezing the luck in people's hearts, and finally Hong Yun broke out completely on the fourth day that Huang Congyun lived in.

The clouds that evening were hanging in the sky like dust, clusters of lead ash stained with misfortune, constantly pushing the sun down, trying to swallow the last bit of yang energy in the day.

Looking at the cloud that devoured the sun and turned into blood red, Hong Yun was suddenly afraid of the coming of night. He had a premonition that after tonight he might be doomed.

Back in the room, he was just about to copy two volumes of Huang Ting Jingxin with his pen, but he was startled by a rustling sound.

When Hong Yun followed the voice to find it, he was suddenly startled and angry.

In the morning, he pushed the cabinet that was blocking the common wall of the two rooms, and a hole was drilled by the person on the other side. The location of the hole was extremely hidden, and if he hadn't listened to the noise and looked for it, he would never have found it.

No need to think about it, there must be a cloudy blood-red eye at the other end of the hole. Hong Yun was anxious, and immediately felt malicious, quietly touched the laser pointer, opened it, and flashed it quickly towards the small hole.

Then I heard human screams and the sound of heavy objects falling from the other side of the wall.

In order to catch the bag on the spot, Hong Yun broke out with agility that is rare for middle-aged and elderly people, and quickly went to the next door, ready to yell.

"You..." Hong Yun talked to you for a long time, but he didn't say a word. When he saw a hole in the wall, his words were swallowed by those black circles.

He has been deliberately avoiding Huang Congyun, because he is afraid that he will not be able to get away from it, and there will be no peace.

Who would have thought that this person would actually have so many holes in the wall, each of which was calculated, and it would be difficult to find from the other side.

How carefully did this person observe him to choose such a hidden location?

How persistent is it to dig such a large number of holes in the cement brick wall?

When Hong Yun thought that the spying he felt when he was sleeping was not an illusion, but that he was actually being watched with dim and crazy eyes across a wall, he felt sick.

Rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, Hong Yun forced himself to forget all the memories about the eyes, forgetting that he was held bloody in the hands of the security guard that day, locking his eyeballs with out-of-focus pupils.

what is the problem?

Who did he offend?

What does that mean to the youth?

Is he guilty?What is the crime?

Looking at the humanoid puppet curled up on the ground and covering one eye, Hong Yun lost the energy to rush in to criticize at first.

Huang Congyun moved his hand away from his face, the eye that was not photographed was wide open, the blackness of the eye was completely exposed, the injured eye was half-closed, tears slid along the gully on his face into a clear stream.

The corners of his mouth were still bent into that terrible and hateful arc, and he walked towards Hong Yun step by step with his vain steps.

"Master Dao, give me something that can kill people," Huang Congyun's voice was hoarse as if it had been scraped by a file.

Being too close, Hong Yun could see a few prematurely pale hairs from the temples of this 30-year-old young man, and could smell his breath, which had become stench due to hunger.

"Impossible, you don't want to kill again!" Hong Yun pushed away the living corpse in front of him with a strange and crazy expression.

"Master Daoist, I know who is behind, I want to kill him," Huang Congyun was pushed away, and did not continue to move forward, giggling twice.

"I also know I'm not crazy, but I might be, but none of that matters."

"Give me your strongest talisman. I'll kill him. If he dies, we will be liberated."

Huang Congyun talked about the bloody temptation.

"It's you! I haven't done anything! Don't drag me into the water if you're crazy!" Hong Yun bluffed for himself with a raised tone.

"Hehehe, don't you know if I'm crazy or not?" Huang Congyun smiled angrily with her mouth covered, and she didn't know who she learned this movement from.

"Give me a sharp weapon that can kill people like monsters, whether it's a talisman, a little ghost, or a magic weapon, as long as it can kill people over and over again."

He switched to a shrill voice again, and his twisted movements and ugly figure formed a disgustingly weird combination.

"The Taoist priest is also afraid, isn't he? As long as I kill him, it will be done once and for all."

Ignoring Hong Yun's indifference at all, Huang Congyun continued to open those goldfish eyes whose white eyeballs were already covered with bloodshot eyes, and persuaded, "Besides, it's not scary to become a ghost after death. Taoist temples eliminate demons and defend Taoism. Newly dead ghosts, Sending him into reincarnation is still doing good deeds."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Hong Yun always feels that there is gloating and some kind of eagerness hidden in the other party's lifeless and distorted.

"Nonsense!" Hong Yun scolded, "Our Taoists are all orthodox, how can we hurt ghosts at will!"

However, Huang Congyun didn't seem to hear it, and was still talking endlessly to himself like an evil ghost haunting the darkness of people's hearts.

"This is 1000 million. I will transfer it to you first. This is the money to buy props."

"I and the Taoist priest are just in a transactional relationship. You just need to give me the murder weapon, and I will kill myself. The malice is mine, the sin is mine, and the cause and effect are mine."

"It's okay if you don't answer now, the Taoist priest will think about it carefully."

After saying this, Huang Congyun invited Hongyun out of the room.

Hong Yun returned to the bedroom and spent three days thinking.

In the past three days, Huang Congyun didn't come to harass him again, but just followed him when he went out.

Three days later, he made a choice, and after knowing the answer, he realized that death is indeed not the scariest thing.

The most frightening thing is that the lamp goes out before the person dies, and the soul has gone out and has nowhere to return.

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Commemorating the first lock text ^_^

I would say, these paragraphs make me x cold?