When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

When Hong Yun handed over the spell and magic weapon to Huang Congyun, he knew that he was finished.

He chose the wrong path.

The moment Huang Congyun received the talisman, his two cloudy dead eyes immediately showed obvious pleasure and ecstasy.

"Hee hee hee, the Taoism is over," Huang Congyun used his male duck voice to pinch out a woman's shrill voice, which was so vulgar and grotesque that one wanted to pull out his vocal cords and grind them on the concrete floor before stuffing them back.

"Huang Congyun, what on earth do you mean!" Hong Yun called Huang Benefactor in an unpolite manner.

When the danger officially came, people did not wait for the time to mix with the fear of luck, and the nameless evil fire sprouted from the fear of transformation.

"Although the gun is in my hand, the target is I aim, the bullet is loaded into the magazine, I loaded it, and I pulled the trigger..."

Huang Congyun recalled the lines from that day again.

Hong Yun rushed forward, trying to cover his mouth that was pretending to be peaceful, "Enough, don't think about it, you are with the little monster of the Li family!"

"How could it be? I'm obviously with the Taoist priest. We are all defendants," Huang Congyun said with a smile while blocking Hong Yun's attack, his face full of distorted fanaticism, "The Taoist priest chose the wrong one himself. Hee hee, I'm so happy, besides that poor security guard, and my dad, someone else came to accompany me."

"Although I was the one who did the killing and the intention to kill, but the Taoist priest's knowing and indulgence are the same crime as me. In the matter of killing, you and I both did it on purpose," Huang Congyun got annoyed, and kicked away the old man who opened his teeth and claws.

"Obviously the perpetrator, who is pretending to be the poor victim?"

Looking at the ground and muttering to himself that he is not guilty, he is just an old man who takes money to do things for others, Huang Congyun's smile is even more vicious.

"Speaking of which, the Taoist priest should have seen that person who is as beautiful as a fairy," the crazy man waited until the decadent old man confirmed it himself before continuing, "He should persuade the Taoist priest not to deceive his heart, right?"

Cause and effect are in the heart.

Hong Yun immediately recalled that when the cold young man said this that day, he meant a lot.

"Let's tell the Taoist priest the first truth first. In fact, the encounter with them that day was the first test. The way the Taoist priest stopped the car and sent him to the hospital has already passed their approval, so there is a second test. It's a pity that..."

Huang Congyun remembered Li Monster's theory of despair, anyway, he was finally dying, so he might as well use it on his old friend.

Li Monster said that compared with simple despair, human beings are more brooding about breaking hope with their own hands. Even if they don't die, they will live in regret for the rest of their lives.

Li Monster also said that if a story is known to be a tragedy from the beginning, then people who must read the story will not be redeemed because of the foreknowledge. On the contrary, they will see everything with the helplessness of fate.

Looking at Hong Yun's increasingly gray and old face, Huang Congyun firmly believed that Li Monster was not a human being, but an evil conceived from the dark side of the human heart.

"It's you! It's you who misled me in order to change your own way of life!" Hong Yun looked at the man with hatred in his eyes.

If he hadn't been shoved by the corner of the table just now, he would definitely tear off the ugly skin that was loosely draped over his body now, to see if the flesh and blood beneath him had already rotted and stink.

Huang Congyun moved the chair, and sat in front of the wounded old man with her legs crossed like a woman's. She raised her orchid finger with one hand and shook it.

"I do have a little meaning, but the facts are different from what you think, but I can't tell you yet, that is the third truth, we have to come in order."

Leaning his back on the leg of the table, Hong Yun stood up from the ground with his strength, supported the table with one hand, and looked at the person with the other on his waist, listening to him tell the so-called second truth.

Huang Congyun used a low-quality false voice to tell the story of how he used the hollow-tip bullet that Hong Yun had cursed to kill people for the old man opposite who was not strong enough.

He told him that the bullet had indeed hit, and he saw blood, as bright red as a human being, spurting from the monster's body.

He told him that he had no memory of what happened after that, and that he was in the security room when he opened his eyes again. At that time, he was guilty and excited after killing someone, so he specially found a tender model to vent.

He found that the abnormality was that at the birthday banquet of the old man of the Li family, he saw the dead person reappear, smiled at him, and said "wait" with his mouth.

He also told him that the blind security guard was the one his father bribed to turn off the surveillance.

"I'm not crazy. Although I was restricted from telling the truth at that time, I didn't tell a single lie," Huang Congyun said with a smile, "It's a pity that none of you believe me. This is my retribution, and it's also yours."

The more Hong Yun listened, the colder his heart became, the two people were really letting them accept their respective punishments according to cause and effect.

There are gods three feet above the head, and the cycle of karma and reincarnation, everyone is happy to respond.

Huang Congyun has the most crimes and the most retribution.

"I uttered abusive words, and Li Monster said, if you want to keep your mouth shut, then stop it, so I can't justify it, and I can't tell the truth."

"I want to make people die in despair, so I suffer physical punishment in the dream and spiritual punishment during the day."

"I use my eyes to aim, so I gouged out the eyes, I used the breech in my hand, I pulled the trigger with my hand, so I cut off my hand, I used my lower body to molested, so I castrated..."

When Huang Congyun talked about the horrific torture, his face no longer had the violent emotional fluctuations when he saw it for the first time, and was as calm as a pool of stagnant water that had frozen for a long time.

This kind of dead air is too thick, it is impossible to destroy a person's spirit to such despair in more than ten days.

As if aware of Hong Yun's question, Huang Congyun explained, "Actually, almost a year has passed in my perception."

"Except for the first three days, the rest of the night's dreams are based on a month, but this is not the scariest," the man said with a pale face, mentioning that this incident was so rare that there were fluctuations, as if he was still calm into fear.

"Every day's dream is a complete story. I will forget all the things related to retribution before going to bed every day, and endure all kinds of bizarre ways of death with hope. Until the end of the month, when I wake up from the dream, all the memories come back again. .”

"It goes round and round, every night's hope will add to the next day's despair," Huang Congyun tried to show a wry smile, but his face was fixed into a strange arc by the fantasy of the dream, "This is the spiritual punishment given to me by the fierce monster. He said he wanted to know the limits of the human spirit, and whether people could be driven crazy by their surroundings."

"I don't know what his conclusions are. I think I may or may not be crazy."

Hong Yun swallowed obviously, and tried to take out a handkerchief to wipe off the cold sweat with trembling hands, but he couldn't shake his hand into his pocket no matter what.

That kid from the Li family has turned a living normal person into a neurotic who is on the edge of madness and sobriety before he sees blood.

Too weird, too absurd, too weird.

When the absurd thing really happened, all that was left was the trembling of terrified thought.

In the end, Huang Congyun couldn't bear to look at the handkerchief, so he took it out and handed it to the old man, but his next words and actions made the handkerchief fall to the ground again.

"Do you remember when I told you to experience something worse than death?"

Hong Yun asked with a trembling voice, "Every day's nightmare?"

Huang Congyun stared at Hong Yun unblinkingly with dead fish eyes, shook his head, and said, "I don't want to die, this is revenge. I want him to live but not die. He deprives me of the right to die."

As Huang Congyun said, he bumped his head against the corner of the table where Hongyun was standing, and slightly viscous plasma crawled out from the hole in his forehead.

"Are you crazy?" Hong Yun's first reaction was that if this thing was killed, he would be the most suspicious.

The man with the color on his head didn't speak, just picked up the handkerchief on the ground, turned it over and wiped off the blood.

Hong Yun saw the muscle tissue in the man's wound, and he wriggled, glued, and recovered.

The earthworm-like tendons stopped moving, and the wound was completely healed. If it weren't for the unwiped blood on the man's face, it would be hard to believe that there had been a wound here a few seconds ago.

"This... this..."

Throwing the handkerchief back in disgust, Huang Congyun returned to the cold ash like a walking dead, and said in a flat tone, "Without this and that, as you can see, I would not die."

He won't die, and he doesn't even have the right to escape.

"That's all for my punishment, and then I'll tell you about my old man and the poor security guy, which one do you want to hear first?" Huang Congyun's fingers turned into orchid fingers when he said this, and his tone was also shrill and feminine.

Now that Hong Yun saw this kind of yin and yang behavior, he was no longer restless, but fearful.

The mocking smile is like the boy from the Li family who made the rules, so this kind of sissy should be like the torturer he said.

Their influence has become Huang Congyun's habit. Even if he survives by chance, he will be branded and stamped on his soul, and he will live under the domination of others all his life.

"Huang Facai," Hong Yun didn't want to recall what happened to the security guard that day, so he could delay it for a while.

"Oh, let's talk about the security first," Huang Congyun said, "There are always many things that go against your wishes when you grow up. You have to learn to get used to it."

"..." Pindao persuaded you to buy the gang of beggars, this must be the line trick in the dream.

How much do people who design dreams like to play with people's hearts?

"The security guards turned off the monitoring for money, and let others do evil, and fined him with one eye." Huang Congyun said calmly about the bloody and cruel revenge.

A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.

If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it.

Hong Yun completed the verdict of Baoan in his heart.

"Then there is my dad. He has no way to teach his son, and he is violent. He loves me the most, but I hate him the most." Huang Congyun read his lines like a corpse puppet.

"You... you... why are you so... so wolf-hearted!" Hong Yun trembled with anger at this heartless line.

Huang Facai is notoriously a calf protector. An only son who wants the wind and the rain, he gives all his conscience and love to his son, but his son doesn't appreciate it.

"He gave me everything, but forgot to educate me. Either he gave the child everything or love. He is disqualified as a father. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Huang Congyun continued to read the lines, and Hong Yun knew as soon as he heard it that this ignorant scum could not say these things.

"By the way, I still hate him for driving me crazy. Who cares about that idea of ​​useless love? I have no conscience? I really don't have one. That's how he raised me," these few words are Huang Congyun's own thoughts, listen It's just a smell of human scum.

It's just pity that Huang Facai doted on his only son all his life, but he still couldn't give him what he needed most.

It's also hateful that he can only dote on his parents' love. If he loves too much, it will be a hindrance. If he doesn't educate himself, he will wait for the society to punish him.

I don't know if Huang Facai's old heart will stop beating when he hears the truth.

Hearing the punishment of these people, Hong Yun felt as cold as if he was hugging the iron lamppost in the twelfth lunar month in the northeast. The chill stuck to the skin and soaked into the bones. .

Everyone's retribution is so terrible, every inch of the heart, pinching that person's weakness.

The Li family boy is also scary, he is like a ghost in the evil thoughts of people, almost without bloodshed, leaving people with pain that cannot be escaped even if they die.

Of course, what he is more afraid of is what kind of future this ghostly human has arranged for him.

"Before telling the third truth, let me explain why I didn't choose to stay overnight," Huang Congyun explained the monster's precise calculation to Hong Yun in detail.

Every night from one to ten o'clock, a cat or a sparrow would appear, telling him that the good boy could not stay up late, that he would die suddenly, and then force him into a dream.

No matter where he hides, the two animals can find him, condescendingly lead the criminal to the execution ground.

"Then, the other day, he said that as long as I come to the Taoist priest to give you the third test, I can choose to sleep or not," Huang Congyun laughed grimly, "Of course I would, so I stayed up all the time. "

"But it's so boring if I don't sleep. I haven't finished my task. I can't let the Taoist run away, so I just stare at the Taoist every day."

Hong Yun suddenly understood the reasons for his weirdness.

The black and blue under his eyes and the bloodshot eyeballs were the result of the whole night.

He was indeed watching him, he was afraid that he would run away.

"They never thought of letting me go, so they sent you to lead me astray," Hong Yun gritted his teeth.

"Is the victim pretending enough? You are not greedy for money, you are not willing to kill, who can seduce you, now put on an innocent face, show me? Disgusting," Huang Congyun reprimanded, also said lifelessly, as if The dead bones in the grave are objectively reporting the sins of themselves and others in their lives, "You are more disgusting than me. I admit that I am a scum, but you still have to put on a good face. A hypocrite is more damned than a real villain."

Hong Yun was robbed of his job, angry and ashamed, he has indeed been wearing a sanctimonious skin, ignoring other people's life and death against his conscience, and engaged in some money-making business.

But those superficial work can deceive others, but not his own heart. Like Huang Congyun, if he deceives his heart for a long time, ghosts will appear secretly.

Huang Congyun looked at Hong Yun's old face swollen into a pig's liver, and his own dead face was covered with distorted pleasure when he saw the other party fall into a trap, "The third truth is that they only let me test the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest I meant to go into the water, hehehe, how can I suffer alone?"

"Obviously the Taoist priest also has a role. If the Taoist priest doesn't give me bullets, how can I kill people? Why did the Taoist priest have the opportunity to do a good deed and be saved? I'm so jealous, I hate so much, so the Taoist priest came to accompany me Let's go together, hee hee..."

Hong Yun also hated it, hated Huang Congyun's deliberate design, and even more hated why he didn't remember the man's admonition "Although the pear has no owner, my heart has the owner", thinking that doing things behind the scenes is not evil.

But there is no way, everything has already happened.

The other party has never been wrong from the beginning, and they have never provoked others. They are themselves, thinking that they can do whatever they want if they have mastered the murder weapon.

If it weren't for their overwhelming strength, the other party would have been killed by them with vile and cruel means.

Their pity now is nothing but their own misery.

Poor people must have something to hate, and in the cycle of karma, everything has its own conclusion.

Hong Yun supported the hand on the table, unable to use any more strength, sat on the ground slumped, his eyes were as lifeless as Huang Congyun's, "How long will it be my turn..."

"I don't know, I didn't say," Huang Congyun's words made Hong Yun's lifeless eyes a little more hopeless with no end in sight.

Death is indeed not scary, and danger is not so scary when it comes.

The scary thing is that you know that death is close at hand, but you don't know when and how to die, and you live in fear every day.

The Li family boy is indeed a monster living in the malice of people's hearts, and he is extremely accurate in understanding human nature.

They are afraid of death, and they will always be lucky, they will not break the jar, they will only deprive themselves of the meaning of life during the waiting time, and become an empty shell.

Their lamps are still alive, and people have already been killed by themselves first.

Before they reached Mount Tai, their souls had left their bodies and wandered.

This is the truth that belongs to Huang Congyun and Hong Yun, and there is another kind of truth on the other side.

In the living room of 82501, Li Mufeng, Feng Ling, two Maotuanzi and the female ghost Feiyi were sitting around the sofa watching TV.

After the TV was modified by Feng Lingmo, it has the ability of remote monitoring and can automatically play scenes from other places.

"Tsk tsk, old man Hongyun can't do it, he's not dying," Liuhua said as he stuffed a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth.

What they are watching now is the live broadcast in the Taoist temple.

Shen Quan also grabbed a handful of popcorn, and complained, "That's right, the Taoist priests were fierce when they hated us, but now there is no dramatic explosion. This plot is bad."

When he and Liuhua were young and weak, they were often used as training targets by Taoist priest Qingshui, chasing birds and cats like cats and dogs, it was miserable.

For a Taoist priest, it was a practice of Taoism, and for a monster, it was a matter of his own life.

The superior human beings have never considered the equality of other living beings.

Li Mufeng glanced at the two who disliked the direction of the plot, and said with a smile, "When you watch horror dramas and ghost movies, ghosts are the scariest. The moment when all the puzzles are revealed is the climax, understand?"

"The process of solving puzzles and killing ghosts is no longer interesting. They are all tasteless. If there is no taste, it is not a chicken. If there is, it is not interesting." Director Li continued to explain his screenwriter's point of view for the two with a smile.

"The script is not enough," a faint female voice sounded, it was the female ghost Fei Yi.

Li Mufeng only participated in the dream for the first three days.

On the eighth day, Yi Zhiling, his mother, and his younger brother jointly made the first wave of moths. He gave the big locust a hasty beating, and asked Feng Ling to release Feiyi from the Zhenling Pagoda to replace him.

In order to facilitate Fei Yi's implementation, Li Mufeng prepared a lot of scripts for her based on the game settings of demon phobia syndrome.

After Fei Yi saw it, he gladly accepted the order, and by the way gave this human being the evaluation of being worse than a ghost.

"I don't want to write anymore, I'm so tired," Li Mufeng hugged Feng Ling again like a big dog.

Fei Yi thinks that this person might be a smart one, obviously a heartless perverted big wild wolf, but when he meets Feng Ling, he turns into a decent little milk dog who flicks his tail and invites pets.

"Actually, I'm tired of it too. After seeing his various ways of dying for a whole year, I suddenly don't want to kill him anymore," Fei Yi knew for the first time that there would still be a day when the evil spirit complained.

Kill once for revenge, kill twice to relieve hatred, and kill thousands of times to be boring.

Liu Hua and Shen Quan also nodded in agreement. Although shifts were in rotation, it would not be fun after half a month, especially since the man only had a face of resignation to death.

"However, if Da Da wants to continue to take revenge, it's still okay," it's not fun, but if it's work, it's not fun and you'll keep playing.

Li Mufeng and Feng Ling looked at each other, Feng Ling inserted his fingers into the man's hair and rubbed it lightly, "Don't be angry, you don't want my hands to be stained with blood, and I don't want your hands to be stained with human life."

The original intention for them to choose this kind of psychological punishment is that they don't want to see too many celebrities, kill garbage, and their hands are not clean.

Holding the young man's hand and interlocking his fingers, Li Mufeng said with a smile, "Then it will be as you wish, and I will not kill you."

After finishing speaking, he turned to Fei Yi again, "We don't plan to kill the big locusts anymore, do you want to kill them?"

Fei Yi was silent for a moment before speaking, "No, my hands are dirty, I don't have any obsession with him anymore."

Back then when he raped, killed, beat and scolded her, and even nailed her with peach-wood nails and pushed her down the stairs, she was done with it. There were so many ways to die in the dream, and it hurt much more than her.

The moment Fei Yi said that she gave up her obsession, her whole body began to emit black air.

When the evil spirits lose their obsession, they will dissipate.

After one breath, there was no trace of Fei Yi.

"Not dead," Feng Ling said before Mao Tuanzi burst into tears. He didn't want to see Daiyu bury the flowers, and he didn't want to hear "Who is there to pity when the red disappears?"

The tears just brewed by the two hairballs were stuck in the eye sockets because of this sentence.

"Evil ghosts who give up killing will return to the underworld. When we meet next time, she will be Xie Feiyi," Feng Ling recklessly spoiled the hundred-year story, and returned the tears stuck in his eyes.

"Hahaha..." Li Mufeng knew what Feng Ling was thinking, and was amused by the pantomime of the two hair balls.

"By the way, I remember Xian'er said that their ancestors would leave the customs on April [-]st, right?" Li Mufeng said with a smile, "It's better to sell him a favor."

"?" Feng Ling raised her eyebrows.

"Finally, let's play it." Li Mufeng was overjoyed. "In Hitchcock's words, bomb|bombs must never explode. If bomb|bombs don't explode, the audience will always be anxious."

You are such a ghost, do nothing, let those who know the truth set the boundaries of fear for themselves.