Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

There is a saying that she likes the word "self-inflicted" the most.

The evil-hearted goblin curled his lips, tucked in his quilt, closed his eyes, and slept peacefully.

late at night.

Everything was silent, the streets were empty and deserted.

On a street outside the wealthy area, cars would occasionally drive by, their headlights dazzling, and they would flash past in a corner.

In the corner, a woman was lying there, lying motionless in the dark corner.

The clothes on his body had been torn into pieces and thrown aside.

She was naked, dirty, and no part of her was intact.

He was motionless, his crystal-encrusted nails scratching the ground, bleeding, mixed with dirt, already dirty and broken.

From time to time the light swept over and passed by in a flash.

The woman who was discarded here like rags, her makeup and hair were already messy.

His eyes were staring ahead blankly, without blinking, as if he was stupid.

The air temperature at night gradually cooled down, and she seemed to be unable to feel the changes in the surrounding temperature.

The whole person seemed to have been drained of life, as if there had been no sound for a long time, leaving only an empty shell here.

The street was very quiet, so quiet that you could clearly hear the sounds of insects flying under the lamp.

The flying and falling shadows of insects swayed on the ground, buzzing and buzzing.

They gathered around there, as if there was some kind of garbage around them, and they couldn't leave for a long time.

I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t know how deep the night is.

This place seems to have been forgotten by the world, and time seems to have stopped at this moment.

The wind stopped, the lights went out, and even the sound of flying insects disappeared.

I don't know where a burst of laughter came from, a thin and high-pitched sound like a silver bell.

From far to near, and from near to far.

The sound gets bigger and smaller from time to time.

Floating in the dark night, like a ghost, cold and chilling.

It was as if she was laughing at the people here, mercilessly laughing at her stupidity and ignorance.

Laughter echoed, coming from all directions and unable to find its source.

The faint silver bell laughter seemed to have magic power, causing the people in the corner to slowly react.

He just stared blankly into the void, drooling, and seemed to have cramps.

His mood finally began to fluctuate, and he struggled a little, his limbs stiffened, and he made a purring sound.

He is clearly insane and has lost his humanity.

"Want to take revenge?"

The gurgling female voice floated like the wind and gently touched her red, swollen and bleeding face.

Extremely gentle, as if coaxing a poor child.

In tenderness and pity, there is also a hint of coaxing.

"Hmm - snore - snore - snore -"

She made several sounds with great difficulty.

"Ah, good boy, don't worry."

"If you want revenge, just be obedient and listen to whatever I say. How about that?"

The woman clenched her fists tightly, and the sound in her throat seemed to be blocked.

"Snoring--snoring--"

Breathing rapidly, even coughing violently.

"Good boy"

The soft and ethereal female voice giggled, like an invisible hand passing over her body covered in dirt.

There was no one on the roadside, and the high lights flickered.

Light and darkness alternate, the breeze blows, and time seems to start passing again.

The female voice gradually faded away, smiling, her voice extremely high-pitched.