An illusory black figure floated from the cliff, and then covered the entire bamboo forest.
The blue flames shot up into the sky, and although they were swaying a little unstable, they already covered Xie Chen's entire body.
The red firelight and the blue light complement each other.
In the last moment, even the head, which still maintained a "human" appearance, turned into black coal.
Pieces of white skin.
Blossoming red flowers.
Pieces of blue bone.
No one lives and no one exists.
Whose funeral is this?
It’s anyone’s funeral…
Along the dark bamboo forest path, suona sounds were heard one after another. Behind these suona sounds, there was the din of gongs and drums soaring into the sky.
The loess road in the alley extends to the rugged ancient well in the middle, and a string of red firecrackers rings from beginning to end.
It even burned a full circle around the ancient well.
There are piles of rice bowls placed in front of homes all along the road, all with three pillars of incense sticks that raise fireworks.
There were scraps of paper all around the ancient well.
It’s all paper scraps that can’t be cleaned up...
I don’t know if these are paper left behind by red firecrackers, or if they are the remains of white paper figures blown out of the alley.
Happy or sad.
Not a single figure appeared from beginning to end.
Damp and decaying.
A musty smell penetrates into people's nostrils, making them want to sneeze.
Familiar smells, familiar scenes.
Even the sound of suonas that came and went suddenly sounded.
It was the same mourning hall as before, except that the big red coffin placed at the bottom of the mourning hall was shifted to the left.
There are three bowls of rice on the table, each with an incense stick inserted in it. The degree of burning of each stick varies.
Xie Chen was startled with a grimace on his face. He sat up straight and looked at his surroundings in confusion.
Then he quickly touched his face, not knowing whether he was dreaming or just fell asleep.
But the scene is extremely familiar, and generally not much has changed. The surroundings still look the same.
He didn't even move from where he was kneeling.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he seemed to have fainted just now?
Even if I think hard, I can't tell whether it is a dream or reality?
After arriving at the well and entering a room in the house called "Enter the Painting Fang", I saw many strange scenes.
The memory after that was already blurry, as if I was walking forward in an extremely narrow closed environment.
But I can’t remember exactly how long it took?
It seemed like less than a moment, but it seemed like an extremely long time had passed.
Xie Chen shivered all over.
A cool breeze blew in from behind.
A dead tree outside rustled, and the rustling sound made by the withered leaves that covered it was a bit unacceptable.
Xie Chen glanced at the ever-burning lamp in front of him. The fire was burning very vigorously, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the gust of wind had no impact on the lamp.
The chaotic thoughts in my head began to invade my thinking.
As he was being eaten away step by step, he seemed to remember some things from the past.
Especially at the entrance of the alley with only loess road, where every household has bowls and incense.
This memory is extremely real.
Just by closing my eyes and recalling it for less than a moment, the scene that I should have had emerged in my mind.
Just when he got to know him again, he felt a severe burning sensation in his body.
Although there was no open flame in the mourning hall, it was as if his body was on fire.
A severe burning sensation filled every inch of his skin, as if he was burning himself into charcoal.
Xie Chen endured the physical pain, gritting his teeth and not daring to make any sound in this mourning hall.
The cold wind blowing behind him became stronger and stronger, and the only candle lit in front of the mourning hall seemed to waver.
But the ever-burning lamp placed in front of the coffin was as stable as if it had a windproof cover, and the cold wind seemed not to have any impact on it.
Xie Chen covered his head. The pain seemed to come from the back of his head. To be precise, it did not come from every inch of skin.
It's a pity that the pain cannot be solved with both hands, and the severe pain is still difficult to bear.
"Turn into ashes for me."
"Replace me."
"It's so cold in here, I need you to keep me warm."
A faint voice sounded from my ears, as if someone was talking next to my ears.
Holding back the severe pain, he opened his eyes and took a look, but there was no one around him.
The cold wind that was still howling around him seemed to be increasing the non-existent "fire" in his body.
A clearer burning sensation spread to every inch of the skin on the body. At this time, the shirt on the back was soaked with sweat, but the skin did not show any blood.
If these pains weren't too real, Xie Chen himself would have doubted whether he was hallucinating.
How could I have ended up in some inexplicable loess alley?
How is it possible to see a bottomless black ancient well?
It seemed that the more I thought about it, the stronger the pain in my body became, as if it was blocking the thoughts in my brain.
But it was also because of the pain that the originally fuzzy memory became clearer for a moment.
Under the dark moon and high wind, the moon has disappeared.
There are black bamboo forests all around.
The darkness of the night caused the bamboos to lose their proper green color, and it seemed as if they were looking at a whole dark bamboo forest.
There is a path in the middle that can only be accessed by two people walking at a time.
There was a tent that had shriveled up in front of it.
There was a bonfire nearby, which had been extinguished and had even been turned over by some passing animals.
In the middle of the bonfire, it can be seen that a large amount of paper was burned at the end, and there were several crumpled pieces of paper in the middle that were not completely burned.
However, several of them have been burned to nearly 70% to 80%.
Only a piece of paper on the side is relatively well preserved.
It seemed that he had opened the ball of paper.
But no matter how much I think about it, I still can't remember what the content of the paper ball is.
After holding on for a while, some legible fonts appeared in the crumpled paper.
"Dreams don't go back?"
"Dreams go back..."
"Don't let the moon shine!"
"Can't look at the moon."
“The interior will slow down change, the white skin will slow down change.”
"I'm so hungry, I really want to eat... the smell of rice is everywhere."
"…………"
"When you see the changes in the moon, turn right. When you see the black water, turn left."
Just when he was about to read the supplementary content later, a more intense pain came again. This time he almost swallowed his consciousness, but fortunately he bit his tongue tightly.
It can be regarded as fighting fire with fire.
But this time I almost fainted from the pain.
With this moment of clarity, another picture seemed to pop up in my head.
It was still dark all around.
But it is different from the darkness of the bamboo forest. This kind of enclosed darkness makes people feel unprecedentedly depressed.
As far as the eye can see, there seems to be a small bright light.
It's so flickering that it's hard to confirm whether this bright light exists or not.
Looking closer, there was a ball of light cyan light on his hand.
The other hand seemed to be holding a piece of paper.
Xie Chen endured the severe pain in his body and desperately tried to make the contents of this piece of paper clearer in his mind.
This time I saw more content.
Just as he was thinking about it carefully, another very obvious cold wind blew in.
Just erase this image from your mind.
Along with it is all the burning pain in my body.
This cold wind was like a basin of cold water poured on his body, helping to remove all the pain.
Xie Chen took a deep breath, a little hard to accept.
If I could see clearly what was in the picture, I would rather endure the burning pain for a while longer.
Anyway, it’s just roasting on the fire.
But it's a pity. I guess I might not be able to bear it if it happens again, and I might even have to risk my life.
Before he could react, the red coffin supported by two stools began to shake slightly, and he was also startled at this time.
Two pieces of incense ashes fell from the altar table. fell on his head.
Xie Chen was a little surprised, and quickly reached out and wiped it, fearing that it was something dirty.
But after discovering that it was incense ash, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The strange thing is that the ever-burning lamp in front of me actually showed no sign of swaying under these two cold winds. It seemed that the light could not be extinguished no matter how hard it was blown.
The withered tree behind him had completely withered, and the leaves that had not fallen yet rustled with the roots, like a group of people hanging on the treetop laughing at themselves.
Xie Chen raised his head slightly and glanced at the lamp oil in the ever-burning lamp. He was afraid that if it burned for too long, the lamp oil would be consumed too quickly.
But it was obvious that he was worrying too much.
The lamp oil accounted for nearly 60%.
At this consumption rate, it won't be burned out even in half an hour.
Xie Chen reached out and subconsciously tried to reach into his pocket, and took out the piece of linen that he had put in his pocket.
But as he put his hand into it, he found that the pocket was empty. Except for the useless pocket watch, the piece of linen cloth disappeared without a trace.
I obviously haven’t moved at all!
I basically stayed in place in this mourning hall. Although I may have just lost consciousness for a while, I don't know where these fragmentary memories in my mind came from.
But from the low sweat, it can be inferred that at least the piece of linen in the pocket is innocent, and it cannot disappear into the pocket no matter what.
The cold wind outside the mourning hall was blowing, as if watching the excitement was not too big a deal.
Xie Chen heard a loud cry, and then realized that what was dripping down was not his own sweat, but his own tears.
Xie Chen stiffened all over, feeling that he must have really experienced something. Perhaps, like the copy of Chonghui Hotel, he might have had part of his memory temporarily erased by the ghost story incident?
This is also possible.
So far, the last two copies have often manipulated the minds of the Chosen Ones.
Even in the most outrageous Bichao Beach, I dare not even think about it. All the rules that appeared in it are actually correct.
Maybe there are many times when ghost stories don't play their cards normally.
In the final analysis, each copy has different characteristics. If all copies are regarded as one category.
The only one who will suffer is yourself.
Xie Chen stretched out a hand and pinched the center of his brow to calm down his emotions.
Although tears were still sliding down his cheeks, his brain was trying his best to think of the rules in the linen cloth.
