The story of the ghost hand has been included in many stories about ghosts and ghosts, and there are many versions. The original statement and its place of origin cannot be verified. Compared with many stories that have been passed down to this day, this one is not particularly popular.
The story begins much the same. If you live in the woods, tell your children that the protagonist is a woodcutter; if you live by the sea, tell your children that the protagonist is a fisherman; and if you live in the city, tell your children that he is a porter. Anyway, they are the simple images closest to the local area. All in all, the male protagonist is a hard-working and honest man who lost his hands in an accident. It might have been chopped by a knife, it might have been eaten by a fish with long teeth, or it might have been interrupted by a villain, but it was gone anyway. He cried all day long, complaining to God about the unfairness of his fate, and could not even wipe away his tears. By chance, he got a pair of hands that didn't belong to him. There are many theories here. Some say that he got it in a dream and his hands grew back after he woke up. Some say that his grandma received it for him, and some say that he picked it up in the cemetery. Starting from the wrists, the skin of these hands has a clear line with his own. His own skin looked rough and dark because he rolled up his sleeves all day long to rush for goods, but his hands were white and slender. Ever since he got these ghost hands, he unexpectedly found that he could use them to pick up things in paintings. No matter whether it is delicacies from mountains and seas, brocade silk and satin, gold, silver, jewelry, or exotic flowers and animals, as long as it is painted, he can get it. After taking it out, the things in the painting will disappear. And whether it is drawn on paper, on the ground, or on the wall, or painted with ink, cinnabar, or other pigments, he can touch it. In some stories, these hands also allow him to pass through walls and reach indoor objects.
It's not without its inconveniences. There is often a female ghost who gives him dreams and constantly warns him not to do certain things, otherwise something bad will happen. The version of teaching children usually says that you can't do bad things with your hands, otherwise the hands will not work well-or they will fall off. But there are also stories that the female ghost does not allow him to tell his secret to others, otherwise it will kill him.
"This story is also famous among monsters." The young man said, "The first time I heard this story, it was told to me by an old man among monsters. The ending of the story she told is this: In fact, the king had heard about this strange anecdote a long time ago, and he coveted the power of the ghost hand. He deliberately held a banquet for him when he entered the palace and let his daughter seduce him. After all, he was a poor boy who had never seen the world. He was so fascinated that he easily fell into the trap of the king. At night, under the pressure of the princess pretending to be coquettish, he revealed his secret. After that, the princess tricked him into drinking poisonous wine, and he became poisonous. Death. The monarch cut off the ghost hands, but didn't know what to do. If the prisoners on death row were called, their hands were cut off and then reattached as an experiment... They had rebelled, what should they do? In the end, The king persuaded the princess in every possible way, cut off her hand, and then sewed the ghost hand back on with stitches and threads."
After such a long time, the water temperature has become a bit cold, and hearing Ling Quan here feels chilly all over. She couldn't help but hugged her arms tightly and completely submerged her body into the water, leaving only her face floating on the water.
"Then, did she get the power of Ghost Hand?"
"The princess who was pampered and pampered since she was a child is in pain, and the greedy king has lost his only daughter forever."
"Uh... I guess so."
Ling Hu unconsciously clutched his right arm under the water. What did he mean by this? Wouldn't someone from the Wuyong clan also cut off her arm? Think of those faceless monsters that look like they are spliced together. She knew that these people treated monsters very badly, but they didn't necessarily have any kindness for the sake of being a living person.
Probably guessing what Ling Huan was thinking, the young master said at the door:
"Don't worry, girl, they won't risk cutting off your hand. If anyone really wants to do this, I don't know how much weight my words hold, but they will try their best to stop it."
"…Thank you anyway."
Ling Huan didn't mean what she said. She felt that the man might just be polite to her. But at this time, she was very relieved that nothing was said to scare her.
"Girl, your arm...could it have been reattached after it was cut off?"
"What the hell!" Ling Huan sat up from the water anxiously, "This is my own hand, always!"
"Hahahaha, I think so. It's my fault, don't get excited. Then how did your hands... become like this? Could it be that you were born like this?"
"...Not really."
Ye Linghuan weighed it again and again and felt that this matter could reveal something-except for the existence of the Gui Hai clan. The Wuyong family regards monsters as tools, and this young master is friends with them. If he tells them, he may bring trouble to the dragon family. She only talked about how she was scratched by a living corpse, then recovered, and discovered this ability in an accident.
The young man pondered for a long time and asked:
"So, have you tried anything else? Can you grab anything from other paintings or words?"
"I've tried it. But except for Wangui Zhi, it doesn't work."
"Well, Mankishi is a book written by the previous Suzuki-kun with his own blood. It records the memories of all the monsters in the world from the time he took office to the time he left. I personally think what you captured is a monster. The virtual images formed by the memories are not themselves.”
"I think so..."
"So it's not necessarily your 'ghost hands' that are magical." Young Master said with a smile, "Look, there are many conditions for the impermanent blood, the memory of monsters, the pages of books that have been stored for a long time. Although your hands, You may be able to do a lot of things, but there may be many restrictions on creating monsters. Although I can probably guess what you are worried about... but for now, you can feel at ease."
Ye Lingquan knew that he wanted to say something to comfort himself and relax him. But she just said a perfunctory "hmm" and had no words to respond. He was not the one who was trapped, so how could he let himself relax his vigilance by just saying a few words?
After a while, the two of them stopped talking. The young man put the instrument to his lips again and played another tune. This is something Ling Huan has never heard before. It sounds just as good, but it is more cheerful than the previous one. Probably he created it himself.
Ling Huan is no longer a sit-down person.
"Um, can you get me a blanket?" Ling Huan said, "I've washed it, but it's too cold. Just a change of clothes is not enough. Can you find me a thicker blanket? Put it on the screen Just go up..."
The music stopped for a while. The young man thought for a moment and said:
"Well, after such a long time, the water should be cold. Remember to wipe away the water and don't catch a cold. I'll find a blanket for you."
Ling Huan kept staring at the shadow behind the screen. Finally, the shadow of the young master disappeared. She listened carefully to the light footsteps walking farther and farther, and then quickly began to take action. She quickly got dressed, then walked around the screen and listened carefully to what was going on outside. When she confirmed that there was no one outside the house, she ran out and walked quickly through the empty room. Of course she didn't know the structure of the building, so she was just running around like a headless fly - as long as she didn't take the way she came. However, the further she walked, the more she felt something was wrong. It's really empty here, but there's no one there. When I ran into the corridor, there were doors on both sides without any signs. She tried to push and pull some doors randomly, but they seemed to be part of the wall and remained motionless. She didn't have the guts to knock for fear of attracting others' attention.
However, besides those strange shikigami and herself, who else is there? Sometimes when she saw a servant walking in front of her, she immediately turned back and hid. Fortunately, those things didn't notice me, at least they didn't hear well enough. Strangely enough, the young master did not issue any orders to these servants, but they seemed to be able to act according to his wishes. Maybe there are other tricks, such as gestures or something. Even so, Ling Hu still won't take risks.
Finally, she ran back to the empty place before. She looked at the familiar door curtain with some confusion, stuck her head in, and saw the familiar screen. She felt strange, so she boldly walked around to the back and found that the water in the tub had been poured out and wiped clean. Probably those servants came while she was away and completed the cleaning work. She examined the candlestick here again. The strange thing is that although the candles are of different lengths, their respective lengths have not changed at all from the first time she came in to now. These candles may not be made of ordinary wax oil, or even all of this may be some kind of illusion.
Illusion? This is probably the most appropriate explanation. Otherwise, why did she run around for so long and then come back here?
This time she walked out the door, mustered up her courage, and turned back in the direction she came from. Maybe the exit door was on the way in, but I just didn't notice it. She had to be faster, even faster, to avoid being discovered by that young master.
With her meager memory, she groped her way back. Along the way, she still didn't find anything particularly noteworthy. Like the corridors in other places, there is a table outside a few doors away with a pot of flowers on it. The flowers look exactly the same, but have no scent. Even she wasn't sure what kind of flower it was. Maybe it was a rare species that she had never seen before. At least the petals and leaves feel real.
But the doors seemed fake and motionless.
Gradually, she realized that she was trapped in a long corridor. No matter how fast she ran, she would never see the end. Like those flowers, there is a large window at a distance, and the white light still penetrates. It must be a good weather outside. But the window was too high. No matter how hard she jumped, she couldn't touch the edge of the window. She really didn't know how the servants opened the window for ventilation. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Ye Lingquan always felt that the shadows of the flowers and shelves cast by the light were at the same angle as when she left. She was so scared that she sat there slumped. Even though it was still daytime, she was shivering like a fledgling at night.
No, it's useless... She kept adjusting her breathing, trying to calm herself down. Finally, she stood up again. She decided to try to follow the same path she had taken before. So she turned around and tried to untie this terrible ghost wall. The wall around the bend was getting closer to her. She slowed down and took a few deep breaths.
At this moment, the young man's figure suddenly flashed around the corner, scaring her so much that she took a few steps back.
"Oh, I'm sorry for scaring you... I couldn't find you. I didn't expect you to have gone back. I was too slow and I'm sorry to make you wait for so long. I hope you didn't catch a cold."
"No, it won't..."
She felt that her sweating had made today's bath meaningless.
The young man took a blanket and took a few steps forward with her. Then, the young master stopped in front of a door and handed the blanket into her hand. Ling Huan hesitated for a while and tried to open the door in front of him.
easy.
The young master led her into the door and watched her throw the blanket onto the bed and sit down blankly. Every step she took was light, her eyes were uninterested, and her whole person was in a state of confusion. The young man said goodbye to her briefly and slowly closed the door. The light belonging to daytime was squeezed by invisible forces, turned into a rectangle, and then compressed into a thin line until it completely disappeared from her eyes. The room was completely plunged into darkness, but Ling Huan knew the structure here very well, and she knew where Huo Zhezi was.
Reason awakens in the falling darkness.
Then, she shuddered.
