Chapter 119 SurviveChu Yucheng took me through the dark alley and came to a shabby little thatched hut.
The thatched hut was only a dozen square meters and had no bed except a cabinet.
The house can be described as bare-bones. Even the roof is mostly broken, and you can see the stars in the sky directly through the big hole.
Perhaps because of his memories, Chu Yucheng quickly adapted to his new role. He put himself into the story and began to use "I" to tell the story of this little boy:
"I work in the theater, and my boss provides me with food and lodging. So since the blind fortuneteller died, I basically haven't come back to live here, and it has become a dilapidated mess."
Chu Yucheng found a lot of hay from somewhere and spread it on the ground, making a thick layer. Then he took out a tattered quilt from a dusty, rickety cabinet and spread it on top.
There were several big holes in the quilt, and even the cotton wool was leaking out.
"You can sleep here tonight. I'll go out tomorrow to see if I can find some tools to fix this place."
I dragged my injured body and struggled to find a less painful position to lie down, and saw that a lot of sweat had seeped out of Chu Yucheng's forehead.
"The haystack is pretty big. Why don't you... squeeze in with me? I'm a man now anyway."
I looked at the small thatched house and said to Chu Yucheng.
A man and a woman were in the same room and now had to sleep in the same bed. Chu Yucheng was obviously still a little embarrassed. He looked a little awkward and hesitated, not agreeing immediately.
But at this time, I am still wearing the shell of a man. Am I still afraid of what he may do to me?
"Are you so used to a life of luxury that you can't sleep in a haystack?" I tried to provoke him.
He then relaxed, as if he had let go of some mental burden. He blew out the candle and lay down next to me: "No."
I saw the stars in the sky through the hole in the roof.
The stars are very bright, several times brighter than the stars seen in big cities with tall buildings.
While I was thankful that the roof didn't leak and it didn't rain all night, I tried to change my lying position so that the whip wounds on my body would not be so painful.
"Can we go down the mountain?"
Chu Yucheng said this out of the blue.
"It seems that it will be difficult to get down the mountain if we don't resolve the ghost's obsession. Although it has no intention of killing us, I don't know why it set up such a formation to trap people on the journey."
"Then tell me, can we resolve this?"
I was silent.
This is the first time I have empathized with such a powerful high-level evil spirit.
He can turn into an evil ghost, and his obsession is so deep that it is enough to devour all of a person's sanity. When we reach the point where he is suffering great pain, can we really resolve his obsession successfully?
Can I really guarantee that my consciousness will not be devoured by evil spirits?
This question is really difficult to answer.
Chu Yucheng also felt the heaviness of the atmosphere and changed the subject: "Ahem, can you empathize with all the ghosts?"
"I have only experienced empathy with some low-level evil spirits that have just died or have just gained ghost consciousness. This is the first time I have encountered a high-level evil spirit with such a powerful ability. It is also the first time I have discovered that other people can be dragged into empathy."
Whether you succeed or not depends on your fate.
There is no point in thinking about these things, now I can only take one step at a time. I suddenly became curious: "How did you enter empathy?"
Chu Yucheng began to recall what happened on the mountain: "I remember just now, you attracted a bolt of lightning, but it didn't hurt the ghost. He appeared behind you out of thin air and pushed you off the branch, and you dragged him down with you.
Then…then I rushed over to catch you, and you fell on me. I just felt dizzy, and then I opened my eyes and I was here. "
Maybe it’s because of the physical contact, I thought.
However, since this was the first time I had contact with a third person through empathy, it is not very useful as a reference.
I comforted him and myself: "Go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day!"
Tomorrow is indeed a new day, but——
It is also a new suffering.
Even though this shabby little hut is in a remote alley, I can still hear people shouting loud slogans when they pass by the street corner from time to time, and hear new people
"I" live in fear every moment.
After lying at home for two days, the wound has started to scab over and I can walk around again.
I walked back into the sunlight to see the place where the owner of this body once lived, and to see the truest appearance of this era.
I don’t know how I got to the theater entrance. Maybe it was the muscle memory of this body that brought me here.
Two seals were pasted across the theater entrance. It can be seen that there used to be a magnificent plaque hanging above the door, but now it has disappeared without a trace.
I heard a passerby say, "I heard that this place has been requisitioned by the government and will be turned into a folk art hall or a theater in the future!"
"What a pity! The young master of this theater dances beautifully. I was lucky enough to go and see her once, and then..."
Before he could finish his words, his friend tugged at his clothes:
"You still dare to feel sorry for him! You are going to die!"
The other person finally reacted and immediately looked around to see if anyone around him had heard what he had just said.
My heart started to ache slightly.
It's still this body's instinctive reaction.
Within just a few days, the original owner of the body lost his father and was beaten for no reason.
From heaven to hell overnight.
Occasionally, neighbors would recognize me, and generally they would look at me with a mixture of sympathy and distance. Although I could understand all of this, I still felt a sense of loneliness as things and people had changed.
As an outsider, I know that this man and his family have done nothing wrong and will eventually get the justice that belongs to them. But for those who are involved, after suffering an unjust accusation, they will have to endure verbal abuse and contempt for who knows how long.
Besides, the dead can no longer come back...
"I" was assigned a job.
The specific work is to push the manure cart through the streets and alleys to collect manure from each household every morning.
I am responsible for collecting sewage from the entire Linxi Street.
