Chapter 270 Devil, Return! (Down)

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The snow is still falling;

people around,

started less and less,

Like a broken movie theater,

It's getting more and more depressed.

Zhou Ze has been standing in place, even though the snow has slowly covered him, slowly piling him up into a "snowman".

The man who smashed the car is gone,

The onlookers disappeared.

Those who fell on the ground disappeared,

slowly,

The car is gone too,

Between heaven and earth, there is only this vast expanse of whiteness that is really clean;

The only glaring thing was the scarlet puddle on the ground.

It's like a stain that can't be washed off, can't be wiped off,

it persists,

It's so annoying, so uncomfortable.

Among the scarlet,

The old man kept shouting,

It seems to be venting the depression that has been suppressed for a long time.

"Now, do you know what I am?"

It's like I'm done venting.

like tired,

I also find it boring.

The old man walked out from the blushing.

It was still dressed in the green coat, the same pair of liberation shoes with muddy soles, and the image of an old farmer. He even sucked his nose, wiped it with the back of his hand, and threw it to the ground.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You're dead, old man."

"Yes, he is dead, but I can't die. Every time I die, I have to come back, change someone, and start over."

The old man put his hips on his hips, and seemed to want to continue cursing, but it seemed he couldn't do it anymore.

The old man is dead, but he still exists.

Xu Qinglang's master is dead, but his master will continue to appear in the future.

He is a demon, floating in the sky, he will fall, and he will enter a person's body. Xu Qinglang's master is the last one, and because of this, that person can understand the mystery, become obsessed, and become a wandering demon. The celestial master in the world, even the local ghost messengers dare not touch him.

A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze, he was really killed, but the one who died was Xu Qinglang's master, the real evil, the demon who created all this, he was just washed away .

He hid in a dark corner and slowly licked the wound,

He hid among the crowd and silently accumulated strength again,

He is waiting for the time to pass slowly, he is looking for the next possessor, this is his destiny, and also his reincarnation, just like the ghost messengers like Little Lolita who always find a boarding house after entering the underworld from hell The body has a reason.

he,

also need.

"Do you know how old I am?" the old man asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Very old, so old that I almost forgot what I looked like at the beginning, the storyteller said, every plant and every tree has God's will!

But I just couldn't figure it out, couldn't understand it, let alone find out, what is the meaning of my fucking existence. "

The old man was talking,

On the left side of his body, the heavy snow disappeared, and an old street appeared.

There are cries and various small shops on the street.

There is also a platform with people kneeling on it.

"The farthest time in my memory, and the time I remember most clearly, is this time."

Caishikou,

There are more and more people.

Before he knew it, Zhou Ze found himself surrounded by people. The clothes on everyone's bodies were basically dusty, and there was a long braid on the back of their heads.

greasy,

watery.

This scene seems familiar.

An executioner escorted the person onto the stage, the knife was sharpened, and the person knelt down.

The onlookers below started to cry and sob,

Some covered their eyes, not daring to look,

Some covered their ears, not daring to listen,

Some simply turned around, not even daring to face them.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves swept across. The executioner took a sip of wine and heard the crying from the audience.

The death row prisoner didn't cry, he continued to kneel, but his waist was straight, while the people watching below were crying for his misfortune, shaking their heads, regretting, melancholy, and mourning the loss of life.

In front of Zhou Ze,

The old man's eyes were dull,

He walked up to Zhou Ze,

Reaching out to help Zhou Ze straighten his collar, like a kind elder, he grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and continued:

"I came here to ask you for one thing."

"explain."

"I'm dead, and I won't be able to come back in a short time, but maybe in a few years, ten years, or decades, I still have to come back.

So, I beg you, kill me the next time I come back, okay?

This guy has some ancestral things in his house. Let me tell you the location. Go and have a look. You should be able to pick up some good things that are eye-catching. Feel free to play with them. Anyway, he is already dead, right? "

"You shouldn't have said that to me." Zhou Ze replied

replied.

You should be speaking to the One inside you.

There was a weird smile on the old man's face. He looked at Zhou Ze, licked his tongue, and said:

"the same."

"How soon will you be back?"

"Soon."

The old man showed an expression of "I have nothing to love in life",

With a wave of the right hand,

A bridge appeared.

a line,

divided the two worlds,

On the left is Caishikou a hundred years ago;

On the right is a modern bridge.

On the stage at Caishikou, there is an executioner holding a knife, and a condemned prisoner is kneeling;

There is a man on the bridge squatting on the bridge, who may fall at any time.

A line divides a hundred years of time.

"People often say that time can change everything." The old man smiled bitterly: "But there are some things that even time can't do anything about. I feel that the next time I come back, it won't be too long. Just wait.

Maybe when I come back next time, I will look for you again. "

Under the bridge, many people gathered there to watch. The number of onlookers even paralyzed the operation of the bridge.

The police came to maintain order. They maintained the cordon and asked the onlookers to back up a little bit, and back up a little bit, but the people in front pushed forward and the people behind pushed forward, and they couldn't disperse at all.

Everyone is as active and enthusiastic as if they went to the cinema to squeeze the bus to buy things at the supply and marketing agency in the early years.

The firefighters have already laid out the ropes and are ready to take the risk to rescue people.

"Jump, jump quickly!"

"Damn, don't dance, the sun is going to kill me!"

"I said, brother, do you want to dance or not? Just make a sound. If you don't dance, I have to go back and cook."

"Be quicker, standard movements, smaller splashes, and higher technical movement scores!"

The people yelling below were urging to vent their dissatisfaction while holding their mobile phones, taking pictures and videos, and then posting them on Weibo circle of friends:

"I'm so worried about him, why did you jump off the building, come down quickly!"

"Life is very precious, and there is only one time for everyone. I hope the brothers above will be more careful and come down as soon as possible!"

"Come on down, life will inevitably encounter twists and turns, there is nothing you can't let go of, you and your relatives and friends will continue to support you, you and us are here to worry about you!"

"I'm really worried for the brother above, don't jump, come on, uncle firefighter, we must save him!"

Finished posting,

put down the phone,

Everyone endured the scorching sun,

I started to urge the person above to hurry up, to be quick, to be fast, the sun was too hot, and there were no parasols here, and there was no convenience store where I could buy a bottle of Ice Kuo Le.

"One hundred years." The old man smiled and licked his lips.

"puff!"

On the left side of the line, the executioner's sword fell, and the head rolled down.

"Plop!"

To the right of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and into the water.

The world seems to have fallen into a kind of silence at this time,

An eerie silence.

then,

both sides of the line,

Let's boil together.

At Caishikou, a group of people ran over with steamed buns in their hands to dip in blood, and those who snatched them shouted, "Human blood steamed buns can cure all diseases!"

over the bridge

When firefighters and policemen mourned the loss of a life and even cried and shed tears,

A few troublemakers actually sneaked through the isolation zone and rushed to the body that had just been salvaged, and lifted the white canvas covering the body,

Look at the appearance after drowning.

All of these can become their talk in the future. For example, when drinking with friends, they can brag about the person on the bridge who jumped into the river and committed suicide a while ago. It was a terrible death. I saw it with my own eyes.

both ends of the line,

There is a lot of disturbance,

And it started getting messy.

in the end,

The figure of the old man is also getting fainter, he spread his hands, very helpless, very at a loss, as if he was more mournful than heartbroken:

"I want to die."

This is his last lament,

Then, he waved to Zhou Ze,

"Goodbye, when I come back next time, please...kill me completely."

"Om........."

around,

Light and shadow began to tremble,

Zhou Ze raised his head silently,

He was still standing in the bathroom of the bookstore, holding a towel to wipe his face in his hand, and in front of him was still the mirror.

Behind him, there was no shadow and no old man.

Zhou Ze didn't feel dizzy, nor was he confused, nor did he feel any discomfort.

The old man said that this is an extremely simple illusion, so simple that Zhou Ze himself can easily wake up from it.

Naturally, this simple illusion would not have any physical impact on Zhou Ze.

Go ahead and pick up the towel,

wipe your face,

But the water on my face has long since dried up,

wipe it now,

it's sweat

cold sweat.

Walking out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down at his favorite seat by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun

Scattered here, dragging out a long shadow.

In the originally lively bookstore, most people were recovering from their injuries on the second floor, but now Boss Zhou was left alone sitting below.

I don't know what,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

It's a colder feeling than that night a week ago,

It is even comparable to the feeling when I first walked Huangquan Road,

Because this is the first time Zhou Ze has come into contact with this kind of thing.

It's not a dead soul,

It's not a creature either,

It has no form, and it doesn't even know what it is,

But it is like a demon, with wide-eyed eyes,

on this day,

Whether it's windy or rainy, or bright and bright,

It is watching everything below,

And ready to wave his devil's wings,

come down.

this gaze,

Known to last for centuries,

under,

may continue,

I don't know how many hundred years it will last.

Just like the words that the person in my body deliberately left behind after killing him:

"He's not dead yet..."

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