Under the dim light, in the study room, Chen Yi flipped through the "Spirit Night" in his hand, quietly waiting for the moon phase to change, calculating the time, and there was no need to wait too long.
The cold wind blew through the streets at night, and the lights in front of me were swaying. The wooden stairs on the second floor and attic were shaking and rustling, as if they were too old.
"I am a dwarf traveler. I have been to a strange dwarf society. They call themselves Chuur dwarves. Their skin is like drow elves, smooth dark blue, women do not grow beards, and they worship a strange pagan god. .There, I saw that they had strange sewing techniques.
They would sew human skin for corpses! "
The light is very dark, and the curly Yawen characters in the book are obviously printed, but the outline of the shape is inexplicably distorted upon closer inspection. Under the light, the black shadow seems to be extended three-dimensionally, and it is difficult to see clearly. Chen Yiqing Put your head down and keep reading.
"They said that this was the power given to them by their God. In this way each one of them received eternal life.
And the corpses whose human skins were sewn up by them would come back to life in strange ways, some for only a few days, and some for several months.
They were very enthusiastic and invited me to participate in their festival..."
A weird one chapter story.
The entire book "Spiritual Night" records what the author saw and heard when traveling in the spirit world. Chen Yi looked at the beginning again. The author said that he heard it from the mouth of a certain dwarf spirit.
And among so many stories, each story is completely weird.
Chen Yi didn't think about it and was about to put it aside. He picked up the footer of the page with his fingers, gently turned out the next page, and continued reading. At this time, he suddenly heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
What's going on...is it too windy?
Chen Yi turned back and stared at the closed door. The cold wind of the autumn night continued, and the old wooden stairs were faintly rustling.
He must have heard wrongly, there was no sound when Hedwig moved around, and there was no one else at home.
Chen Yi moved the rush lamp away from the place facing the window to prevent it from being blown out by the wind.
He continued to turn to "The Night of Spirits", and under the rustling sound, his Adam's apple lifted slightly.
“I saw them sewing living people into corpses, then peeling them open and placing the pumping internal organs inside one by one.
The dead came alive like this. They laughed and sang songs around him, roasted the flesh of the living, and drank wine made from the blood of the living. They asked me to eat it, but I threw it away. They asked me to drink it, but I threw it away.
I pretended not to notice their horrific behavior.
This place is too weird. I have to leave. I have to leave. I just want to leave this weird place and return to my warm hometown.
But they said, this is my home.
I couldn't understand it, but a sudden chill surged through every part of my body.
I touched my body, from the center of my chest to my belly button, and I felt...the silk threads sewn one by one.
It turns out that I just came back to life..."
After reading the last word, the whole weird story came to mind vividly. Chen Yi's heart began to beat uncontrollably and her Adam's apple trembled.
He placed his hand on his left chest, trying to calm his beating heart.
Boom boom.
Chen Yi suddenly froze, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was the wind hitting the door, or... someone knocking on the door.
Standing up, Chen Yi held up the rush lantern. Wisps of thick smoke drifted out the window, and were instantly dispersed by the cold wind.
When Chen Yi opened the door, he saw an empty living room, a saint statue gray under the window due to shadows, and a wooden staircase gently swaying in front of Chen Yi's eyes. Everything was quiet.
After a cursory inspection, Chen Yi didn't find any movement inside or outside the house.
After breathing a little sigh of relief, Chen Yi turned around, walked back to the room, and closed the door without looking back. It seemed like it was just an illusion.
Walking to the desk, Chen Yi gently put down the rush lamp, raised his head and prepared to close some windows.
Putting his hands on the wooden handle, Chen Yi suddenly stopped.
I felt something suddenly tap on my shoulder.
Chen Yi slowly turned his head...
A lead-white face, lips that looked like they were smeared with blood, and the corners of his mouth turned up high, a ridiculous and weird clown face.
"Hello, how about I show you a trick first?"
With his heart almost in his throat, Chen Yi held his breath physiologically and stared straight at the somewhat familiar minstrel.
The whole study fell into deathly silence.
Oude twisted the silver needle and slowly pulled out the silk thread centimeter by centimeter.
"Who are you?" Chen Yi asked, suppressing his trembling voice for a long time.
"As you can see, I am a minstrel." Ode's stiff smile remained unchanged, and the words seemed to come out of the air between his teeth.
"Why are you here?" Chen Yi took a step back and asked.
Oude glanced at Chen Yi playfully, and calmly spoke with fanatical and resentful words: "You are a shameless thief who has stolen the authority of our Lord. How can you use the power that does not belong to you as a matter of course?"
The minstrel's words fell upon his ears, and Chen Yi was greatly shocked. He didn't have time to think carefully about Oude's words, and only saw the minstrel carrying the lute slowly raising the silver needle to his eyebrows, grinning at the corner of his mouth. The spiritual vision eyes on the cheeks slowly opened, and the fleshy eyelids closed.
Seeing this action, Chen Yi trembled all over, and layers of goosebumps appeared on his skin.
Intuitively, the residual spiritual vision eye in his palm suddenly opened.
"Kanuoda."
Oude's spiritual vision eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his dilated pupils converged very quickly.
He then stabbed the silver needle hard into his forehead, about to pierce his skull.
"Nawusuo."
Chen Yi jumped out of the ancient words, and the small golden flames in the spiritual vision eye on the palm of his hand suddenly jumped, and his thoughts began to rotate rapidly.
He spoke extremely fast and came up with short sentences: "The scriptures say you cannot kill me."
Oude's hand stopped. The long and narrow needle tip was only half a centimeter away from the center of his eyebrow. It was about to hit it and pierce his forehead. However, his eyes were pious and he slowly lowered his head.
"really interesting..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yi punched him hard in the face. Oude's body fell back a few steps, still grinning. Chen Yi's face suddenly felt a huge pain, as if the punch not only hit Ou De's face, but also hit his own face.
Click, the sound of the cheek bones breaking, clearly resounded in the brain through bone conduction.
At this moment, Chen Yi understood that it was the ancient saying of the minstrel in front of him.
Delay time, delay time... Chen Yi murmured in his heart.
Oded still curled up the corners of his mouth, and the number of bloodshot eyes on his cheeks soared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than half a second, Chen Yi's spiritual vision couldn't help but tremble, and a dizzy feeling rushed into his mind.
My "fraud" can no longer continue.
In just two seconds, Chen Yi felt that the eye of spiritual vision could no longer hold up, so he closed it suddenly and barely opened it after a second.
However, in this second, Oude broke free from "fraud".
Oude raised his silver needle and stabbed his eyes suddenly!
Chen Yi's eyes suddenly burst open and blood spurted out.
Endless panic spread across every inch of his skin.
"Don't worry, sew your mouth first." Oude said with a grin.
So next second.
Chen Yi tried to cover his Adam's apple where blood was gushing out.
