It's hell, my lord

Chapter 19

"The puppet smiled..." the child murmured.

Several children pushed and booed him: "You are stupid, you are so scared by a broken doll."

"It's A, it's A Xiaoxiao, aren't you usually crazy?" A little girl teased.

Xiao Xiao's eyes widened slightly, and he argued excitedly: "Really, I swear I really saw it, that puppet really smiled!"

The children are a little bit convinced. Although Xiao Xiao usually likes to talk big, he should not make fun of such weird things. After all, Xiao Xiao usually claims that he does not believe in ghosts and gods, so he will never make up such strange powers. lie.

"Could it be you who stared at me?"

"Yes, yes, you must have read it wrong."

Xiao Xiao danced excitedly, eager to prove that he was not lying: "I took a few glances at that time, and even pinched my thigh." Speaking of this, Xiao Xiao was a little uncertain again. What happened just a few minutes ago Things got a little blurry.

But he couldn't let go of his confidence, Xiao Xiao still put on a "majestic and high-spirited" look.The boys are all lively and active, not only are they not afraid of such weird things, but they arouse their strong curiosity: "Hey, why don't we sneak in at night to have a look, maybe we can sneak in." Come back with some fun."

Driven by curiosity and greed, a group of children agreed to go together.

It was night, the fragrance of the quietly blooming golden osmanthus was swept away by the wind, the night was clear and clear, and the full moon was embellished in the clouds with the sky full of stars.During the day, Xiao Xiao led the children into the low fence.

Only the little girl was not among them, probably because the house has access control and cannot be as wild as the boys.Xiao Xiao held a thin wire that he found somewhere, and opened the door lock with three strokes.Then a few children sneaked into the shop with ease.

"It's a wood dragonfly! I've wanted it for a long time." A child exclaimed in a low voice.Xiao Xiao hurriedly turned his head and told him, "Shut up, that crazy old man is still sleeping inside."

The child immediately stopped talking, and only put the nimble gadget into his pocket, while the rest of the children put it in their pockets as much as they could, and took as much as they could hold in their hands.

Xiaoxiao's family is well-off, so as long as he wants toys here, his parents will buy them for him.But this puppet, he thought, is something Nizi likes.If he gives it to Nizi, it will definitely please Nizi.

While reminding the other children to keep their voices low, he carried the doll out of the small wooden bed, and the moonlight penetrated through the window lattice and rubbed against the doll. Xiao Xiao suddenly saw the doll's eyes turn, and the clear dark green oozes bright red. He subconsciously Drop the doll on the ground.

This action alarmed the other children, and they all ran to Xiaoxiao's side: "Xiaoxiao, what's the matter?"

"It...its eyes moved and turned red." Xiao Xiao finally confirmed that what he saw outside the shop at dawn was not a phantom, the doll was really weird, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Hurry up, hurry up!" He was about to run out.

Everyone was confused, but saw the puppet get up from the ground in a strange posture, showing a stiff smile, and uttered a few words in a language that the children had never heard.Xiao Xiao found that his feet were as heavy as lead, stuck near the wooden door and unable to move.

This book is amazing. He Xian found that the words he read would form a clear scene in his mind, and he could understand the protagonist's psychological state, which is simply a form of empathy.But the scene stopped abruptly here, and the back of the book was blank.

There is only a evasive ending left - those children are all missing, the villagers tied the shop owner to a cross and burned, black smoke filled the deep forest, screams and laughter.

He Xian turned back and saw only one painting. The painting was so detailed that people could feel at first glance that the author did not only paint the body, but even traced the soul of the person in the painting countless times. in the picture.

This is a back view. There are two people in the painting, one tall and one short, one big and one small.The little one was wearing an obviously ill-fitting black robe, hanging loosely, and tied up his long hair with a red headband.The older one is dressed in white, with long hair that reaches the ground loose, but he is very solemn, and he can smell from the back that he is not close to others.

They are walking in the boundless sea of ​​flowers on the other side, most of which occupy the whole picture are red and black, so the solemn and solemn white of the man in white is particularly conspicuous, echoing the red and black out of place.

He Xian always felt that this painting seemed familiar, and there was an inexplicable thing in his heart that was about to struggle out, but it was a pity that something suppressed it the second before it broke out.

Miraculously, he still went through the content on the screen in his mind.It's just that he still can't see the face of the person in the painting.

The man in white fell into hell stepping on the auspicious clouds. His whole body was covered with a hazy white light. There was a white-haired beast crouching at his feet, with a pair of horns and scarlet stripes all over his body.

After a while, the divine beast spoke suddenly, it was a young man's voice, neither deep nor clear: "Ming?"

The man named Ming hesitated. This was the place where he was conceived, the land connected with his blood, but since he was born, he has never set foot here.After a while, he only sighed softly and said, "You just keep this, I'll go meet that wicked beast."

"Yes, the gods must be careful, the heart of hell is too strong." The beast reminded.

"En." Ming walked in lightly, the ghosts from the past looked at him hungrily, coveting his divine power, but did not dare to approach rashly.

It was a very high mountain, the whole body was black, and the rocks were covered with thorns. Countless ghosts were crawling upwards, but unfortunately they couldn't make it to the top, and the thorns pulled them away.At the foot of the mountain is the bottomless Wangchuan River, which rises slowly, and when you look up, you can see the rumored ugly, bloodthirsty four images.

The boy looked only eleven or twelve years old, with a pale and bloodless face, condescendingly looking down at Ming, he had never seen such a good-looking person since his birth, all ghosts in hell have hideous faces: "you are God?"

"No." Ming Fei stood a little higher and stood at the same height as him, but he never set foot in the boy's territory.Then his cold voice sounded: "I am the same as you."

Although the young man was a little at a loss, he quickly thought it was a lie that the god wanted to get close to him. He was dressed in white and dressed in holy light. How could he be the same as himself? God condescends to associate with evil things?"

Ming suddenly raised his hand, a sharp blade melted out of his right hand, cut his palm almost instantly, red blood dripped slowly, many ghosts jumped up to fight, but unfortunately they were all caught by the thorns surrounding the mountain Throw it into the River of Forgetfulness.Then the thorns gently rubbed against the auspicious cloud under Ming's feet, and a crimson rose emerged from the covered thorns.

"You..." The astonishment on the young man's face could no longer be concealed. Rumor has it that this flower of hell only blooms for the owner here, and Thorn's move should be a recognition of the owner.

"My name is Ming, and I was sent by those old men in the heaven to kill you." Ming still spoke indifferently, with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "But I suddenly don't want to kill you."

The young man didn't quite understand how it was sent from the heavens to wake up the flower of hell.Looking at the peach-blossom eyes that were pressed down by that person, he clearly had a pair of charming facial features, but he showed an aura of not getting close to strangers.

"Why? Are you a god or a ghost?"

Ming suddenly smiled, and his peach blossom eyes slightly raised: "Is it important whether it is a god or a ghost? I am neither a god nor a ghost, but I look like a different person in other people's mouths. As for why I didn't kill you..."

There are ghost clans who covet his power, and heavenly courts who are aggressive and afraid that he is too powerful. It is like a replica of Ming's situation. The typical grandma doesn't love her uncle.

"Because I was born in the same place as you, and we are both children of hell."

The author has something to say:

It's a bit slower because of the monthly exam in the first two days.

Well, even if I don't take the monthly exam, I will be slower.

Well, I will try my best to write.

Then I will cheer myself up.