Sixty-seventh bowl of soup (1)

Witnessing the fire with my own eyes, I even felt it with my own eyes, as if it was my female ghost who was burned by the flames, and the whole person curled up into a ball when she detached from the host's body. She hugged her head, whispered and fast, with a gloomy and urgent tone: "I can't, I can't, I can't...I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going—"

She opened her eyes is the fire, closed her eyes is still the fire.

Open your eyes are those two madmen, close your eyes are still those two madmen.

Maybe she was crazy too, but she never realized it.

Pipa screamed beside her, and the strings quivered slightly, but it was a pity that there was nothingness here, and it still couldn't move.

The female ghost trembled like this for a long time, until Mo Ze at Naihe Bridge thought that she could not survive and was about to give up. She stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed Pipa, and then found the driftwood like a person falling into the water. Hold tightly in his arms. She is now a ghost, but as her memory recovers, her body gradually becomes complete.

There are countless ghosts in Wangchuan River. She is the most complete one of the five selected ghosts. Basically, there is not much damage to her body, but she looks extremely awkward. The ghost hand has become creamy white and tender, complementing the white bone pipa. It was so painful, but still gritted his teeth to hold back.

She wants to go back.

This is her obsession.

Even if you know what you are going to face after you go back, you must go back, and you must go back if you don't know the future, and you must go back anyway.

However, before she completely calmed herself down, her eyes went dark, and she randomly felt that she was trapped in a body-a very cold body.

She can only perceive that she has a physical body now, but she can't feel any external factors, and she can't even move her whole person.

Until a pill was stuffed into the mouth, the female ghost slowly opened her eyes uncontrollably, and she saw a face with a clear and thin face, delicate facial features and beautiful eyebrows, but there was a very sickly white color, like a dying face. The dead.

But obviously, that's just what it looks like.

The large black robe on him is almost like a large bed sheet. His eyes are jet-black and his lips are blood-red. After he fed the pill to the female ghost, he opened her eyelids with two fingers. .

The female ghost found that her eyes could not move either.

"Still not working...Why not working..." The sick young man said this, sounding very anxious, but in fact his eyes were shining strangely and excitedly. It seemed that for him, facing such a difficult problem as a female ghost was not enough to make him angry, but rather a challenge.

The female ghost didn't know what he was doing, and didn't notice that the other party picked her up—it was a hell, if it weren't for the change in the direction she saw with her eyes, she wouldn't feel it at all!

She was carried to the edge of a huge bath tub. The water in the bath tub was black and exuded the stench that even ghosts would be smoked to death. From time to time, a few small bubbles were bulged in it, shaped like boiling water, and then the youth took her Put it in, the female ghost still didn’t notice, until he broke her chin and stuffed another pill, and then as time passed, the female ghost gradually noticed that her limbs became soft-before that she was so hard. Like a stone.

Or maybe...not a stone.

It's a corpse.

A dead body.

I don’t know how long the soaking is, the young man came over again, first squeezed her face, and then touched her body all the way down. Seeing that the muscles had become soft like a living thing, he nodded in satisfaction: "Get up."

For some reason, the female ghost could not help but follow his instructions, and her body was completely out of her control.

She got out of the tub naked and stood straight in front of the young man. The sick young man narrowed his eyes and said, "Kneel down."

She did.

"Get up."

"Squat down."

"Turn around."

"Bring me the dagger on the table."

Rather than calling on a female ghost, it's more like testing that her soft texture is not enough for normal use.

After receiving the dagger, the sick young man swiped gently on the female ghost's shoulder—the female ghost subconsciously looked down, the dagger was so sharp, a slit appeared on her skin immediately, and a trace of black blood slowly flowed out.

...Sure enough, it was a corpse.

The young man didn't know what method he used to control her body and made her his slave. He never said his orders, and he still couldn't have control of his body, and he even had to receive orders for every move. Except for thoughts, nothing is her own.

What kind of method is in this world that can turn a corpse into a living puppet?

Seeing that black blood was flowing out, the young man immediately became unhappy. He squeezed the female ghost here and there, and said for a while: "It can only be done like this..."

After that, she turned around and continued to do her own business, and left her here without caring about her. Obviously, for him, the female ghost is just a corpse, although it is movable and soft-but it is just a corpse after all.

The youth was busy like this for a long time...until the sky gradually turned dark, he snapped his fingers as if thinking of something. Then the female ghost saw two servants come in from the outside, with food in her hands, but-she found something was wrong, these two walked stiff and mechanical, their eyes were dull and looked straight ahead, they didn't look like living people at all, but instead- —

It was also a corpse!

How come there are so many dead bodies here? !

She was uneasy, because she didn't know how she was going to leave here. She was very clear about the task to be completed, but if she kept in this state, it would be useless to be clear! She couldn't control her body at all, and she couldn't even speak!

The young man waved the two living corpses out, leaving only her and the young man in the room. The female ghost could not help but try to control the body, but it was all in vain. She tried to speak again, but no matter how hard she tried, she didn't even move her lips. This made her a little anxious, and the young man just bowed his head and ate a bite of noodles, and inadvertently swept over her, and suddenly gave a surprise.

The alarm bell in the female ghost's heart was loud, and the corner of the young man's mouth twitched over, pinched her chin and stared at her eyes and looked again. It was his illusion that he didn't realize it, and only then did he really feel that the eyes of the living corpse flashed past. What emotions.

He ordered her: "Blink."

The female ghost blinked uncontrollably. If the young man didn't give her an order, she wouldn't even be able to move her eyes.

It's exactly like a puppet being manipulated.

"Alive? Dead?"

The female ghost wanted to tell him that she was alive, but she didn't know how to express it. Until the young man hesitated for a few seconds with a sad face, turned over and went to the medicine cabinet on the side for a while, and finally took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out an elixir from it, and muttered as he walked: "This is the ten thousand corpses I have practiced for ten years Dan, this is the only one, if it doesn't work, wouldn't it be a pity..."

It’s just that he remembered that he had refined so many living corpses. This was the only one with soft skin and capable of expressing emotions. Although it was probably his illusion, it was even possible for a young drug madman like that. , He also wants to explore.

The female ghost was forced to swallow the pill, and the pill entered her throat, and her internal organs burned like fire. Her internal organs seemed to be scorched because of the pain, which made her open her mouth and let out a slight ahhhh.

The youth's eyes lit up: "Really alive!"

Then the female ghost became a treasure. His shining eyes seemed to be a lot more energetic. He picked up the female ghost with great joy, put it on the bed, and stared at her with gleaming eyes: "Do you still remember your name? What's the name?"

After the female ghost took the pill, she barely made a sound and her body was still under control, but she still said with difficulty: "No...remember...to..."

She really didn't know who her body was.

Because obviously this is not a real host, but a temporary container.

The young man looked at her and looked at her, but after a while, when he found that the female ghost could only make a sound anyway, there was nothing but a disappointed expression.

I thought it was completely alive...That was a miracle. It would be interesting to know that this woman has been dead for more than three months. Although I can talk now, I can't remember anything just like a newborn baby...

This makes him a little unhappy.

A ten thousand corpse pill was wasted.

"stand up."

The female ghost stood up uncontrollably, and was punished by the youth to stand aside, "Fetch water and wash my feet."

Her body does not belong to her at all, but is controlled by the youth. When I left the door, I saw a living corpse standing every ten steps in the yard. It was as quiet as grass and trees, and the line of sight had not changed, even if the female ghost in front of me was alive and naked. They didn't respond to the beautiful women who were wearing them, and they didn't lift their eyelids, and they didn't even look at it.

Dead is dead. Even if you can walk around and do things, your body is still dead.

The female ghost went to the well in the yard and fetched water. The young man ordered her to draw water, so she could do nothing except the necessary actions, and she couldn't look away from the well.

Back in the room, she spontaneously knelt to the young man's side. He sat on the bed, turning over a tattered and yellow old medical book in his hand.

The female ghost stretched out her hands, and she could see them. They were tender and soft, as white as jade. At first glance, they had never done any rough work, and they were raised as beads as jade. However, at this moment, she lifted the hem of the youth's robe, only to realize that he was wearing only a robe, and he was tall and thin, making him look so empty and thin.

He picked up the young man's feet and put them in the basin, lowered his head and washed it carefully, washing each toe well. If she hadn't done it herself, the female ghost couldn't believe that she would do such a thing one day.

She wanted to resist, but her body didn't listen.