Deconstruction Weird

Chu Dong frowned, could communicate, had a certain sense of reason, but didn't even know who he was?

"Then what do you know?

Why did you save me just now? "

The old woman felt a little uncomfortable. She asked Chu Dong to help her put her head back. She moved her head and sighed long.

Her response is very slow, just like Alzheimer’s,

"I don't know why, I just don't want to see you beheaded.

I know very little...

I have been lying on this chair for all these years, day after day, year after year, for seven days I will starve to death, then resurrect, starve to death, and resurrect.

I really forget who I am. There is only this room in my world, only this door. "

The old woman spoke very slowly. Every time she said a word, she had to stop and think. Chu Dong asked strangely: "Since you are going to starve to death, you won't call for help. Would you like someone to help?

Or is it true that those officials cut their heads as long as they speak out? "

The old woman shook her head: "You can't shout. Master Guan doesn't like making noise. If it's too loud, you will be cut off. It's okay to speak normally.

Hey, who is Master Guan? "

She subconsciously said something, but she didn't know what it was. She seemed to have lost too much memory. Chu Dong shook his hand in front of the woman. He wanted to try the twisted eyes and There is no line of sight.

The old woman smiled, her face a little pale, making the smile look unkind at all.

"I can see it, don't shake it.

My eyes are blurry, right? I'm a lonely person with crippled legs. At first, the neighbors would help me with food.

But I saw their faces become blurred and unfamiliar day by day, they became forgetful, and their personalities became irritable and irritable.

Alas, afterwards, they asked me, why don't you die, but I really want to die when I am old!

I knew that all this is not eternal.

Um? What is eternity, why do I say this again? "

The old woman grabbed Own's head and shook her head constantly, as if she was troubled by Own's words and deeds. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and said excitedly: "I remember it, it's lost.

Master Guan said that we will gradually lose ourselves. If we want to retain our sanity, we must work hard to restrain ourselves. Once the whole head disappears, we will be completely lost. "

Chu Dong frowned, "What is lost?"

"The old man doesn't know, maybe it's Death?

It may be something more terrifying than Death, just like my neighbor, people are neither ghosts nor ghosts.

This son, can you please do me a favor? "

Chu Dong stood in front of the old woman and gave a hum. This old woman was the only person he could communicate with when he entered here. He also saved himself, so of course it is okay to help.

I must be hungry?

The old woman grabbed Chu Dong's knife-holding hand and slowly approached herself.

"My son, can you kill me?

Just like you killed those officials, I also want to get rid of it like that.

Please, I have forgotten how long I have been here, too long. "

Chu Dong wanted to say something in his heart, but couldn't say it. He felt a little flustered. After tangling for a long time, he only asked, "Is there really nothing else I want to do?"

"No, it's best to get rid of it."

Chu Dong finally satisfied her. The long knife was inserted into her chest. The woman's soul dissipated, and a little white light floated into Chu Dong's body. It was more than the total of the eight official posts. Chu Dong could clearly feel the fullness of his soul.

What exactly is this white light spot?

Why can it directly strengthen his soul?

The old woman's body had disappeared, only the rocking chair was left. Chu Dong sighed long, feeling a little complicated.

He went around in this yard again, and found a place like a mourning hall in the next room, with a futon on the ground, but it looked like no one had cleaned it for a long time.

There are two tablets in this room, one is her son and the other is her husband. They all died in the war. This is really an ordinary widow and lonely old man. No one can help her.

As for why she didn't lose herself, Chu Dong felt that she hadn't made a sound, just like a dead person, with very few heads cut off.

Even if something like Death can be resurrected, it's impossible to stay awake all the time.

All the souls in this yin realm should be resurrected, and cutting their heads here should be a certain kind of ritual, a certain way of controlling people's hearts.

Chu Dong had been wondering, if the ancient official himself could not convince the people, what would he rely on?

Obviously, violent suppression is also a way.

"This world is really unlucky."

Chu Dong walked to the door again and looked out along the crack of the door.

There are no officials on the street, but there are some figures walking around. The people here are not the same as those outside. Chu Dong first appeared in the outer position. The soul there was completely lost, and he couldn't even see his mouth.

But the vines cover the center, most of these people still have mouths, and they can even see the position of the nose, like the old woman, only twisted to the eyes, I really haven't seen it.

There are very few people on the street, and they don't speak, just walking around, aimlessly, from the street to the end of the street, and then back.

Chu Dong always felt that this street was a bit strange, his gaze slowly moved up, and the next second, Chu Dong frowned, and his body took two steps on its hind legs unconsciously.

The shading net-like thing woven by the vines was covered with human heads. The hairs of those people were tied into braids, and the braids were tied to the vines, just like bacon.

When the breeze blows, the head will turn around.

The stubble on each head and neck is different, some are fresh, some are shriveled...

But Chu Dong knew that these people were still alive, and even if they had their heads cut off, they were still alive in a strange way.

But at this moment, the wooden door in front of Chu Dong was smashed open by Juli, and the two door panels directly knocked Chu Dong out, his right arm was fractured on the spot, and an ancient male official in his thirties was standing at the door wearing an official uniform.

He appeared suddenly and didn't give Chu Dong a chance to react. What was strange was that his face was very clear without any distortion, his skin was delicate, and his eyebrows were sharp.

He looked at Chu Dong with an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.

"I'm still considered a big man. It turns out that I'm just a wandering soul who has strayed into the underworld.

The people who came to my place to kill me were really reluctant to live and die! "

Chu Dong stood up from the corner of the wall and cleaned up the fragments one by one. With a light swipe of his right arm, he automatically returned to his normal position. After just a few breaths, all the injuries on Chu Dong's body disappeared.

And when the wound healed, there was still Yang Qi spilling out.

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