Chapter 270

The snow is still on the ground;

People around,

Less and less at first,

It's like a movie theater that's gone,

More and more depression.

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

The man who smashed the car disappeared,

The onlookers also disappeared,

The man who fell to the ground was also missing,

Slowly,

The car is also missing,

Between heaven and earth, only this vast expanse of white is really clean;

The only thorn is the scarlet pool on the ground.

It looks like a stain, which can't be washed off or wiped off,

It exists stubbornly,

It's so eye-catching and uncomfortable.

Red,

The old man kept shouting,

It seems to be venting the depression for a long time.

"Now, you know what I am?"

It seems that the vent is over,

I feel tired,

I feel bored and boring,

The old man came out of the red.

It was the dress of the green coat, the release shoes with muddy soles, the image of an old farmer, and even sucked away his snot, wiped it with the back of his hand, and then threw it on the ground.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"You're dead, the old man."

"Yes, he's dead, but I can't die. Every time I die, I have to come back, change a person, and start again."

The old man crossed his waist and seemed to want to continue scolding, but it seemed that he couldn't scold anymore.

The old man is dead, but he still exists.

Xu Qinglang's master died, 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. Therefore, the one who can understand metaphysics, can be obsessed with deep thoughts, and can become a Heavenly Master wandering in the world. Even the local ghost is afraid to touch him.

A week ago, he appeared here and was killed by Zhou Ze. He was really killed, but it was only Xu Qinglang's master, the real evil, the devil who made all this, who was washed away.

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

He hid in the crowd and quietly regained his strength,

He is waiting for the time to pass slowly, and he is looking for the next adherent. This is his destiny and his reincarnation. It is like the reason that little Luoli's ghosts always find a boarding body after entering the sun from hell.

He,

Also needed.

"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 my original appearance. The storyteller said that every plant and tree has the will of heaven!

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

The old man said,

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

There are hawking and various small shops on the street,

There is also a table with people kneeling on it.

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

Caishikou,

There are more and more people.

Unconsciously, Zhou Ze found that he was surrounded by people. Everyone's clothes were basically gray, and there was a long braid behind his head,

Greasy,

The water is wet.

This scene, deja vu.

An executioner escorted the man to the stage. The knife had been sharpened and the man had knelt down.

The onlookers below began to cry and sob,

Some cover their eyes and dare not look,

Some cover their ears and dare not listen,

Some simply turned around and even dared not face it.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves were sweeping. The executioner drank a sip of wine and heard a cry under the stage.

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

In front of Zhou Ze,

The old man's eyes were dull,

He came to Zhou Ze,

Reaching out to help Zhou Ze tidy up his collar, he looked like a kind elder. He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and continued:

"I came to you to ask you something."

"Say."

"I'm dead and can't come back in a short time, but I may have to come back in a few years, a dozen years, or decades.

So, I beg you, when I come back next time, kill me, OK?

There are some ancestral things in this guy's home. I'll tell you the location. If you go and have a look, you should be able to pick up some interesting things. You can take them for fun. Anyway, he's dead. "

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

You should tell the one in your body.

The old man showed a strange smile on his face. He looked at Zhou Ze, licked his tongue and said:

"Same."

"How long will you be back?"

"Soon."

The old man showed an expression of "being loveless",

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.

There are executioners holding knives and death row prisoners kneeling on the table at the entrance of the market;

There is a man 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 said with a wry smile, "but there are some things that even time can't do. I feel that the next time I come back, it won't be too long. Wait.".

I can't say I'll come back to you next time. "

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 step back and step back, but the people in front pushed forward and the people behind pushed forward, so they couldn't disperse at all.

Everyone is as active and enthusiastic as when they went to the cinema and rushed to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy things in the early years.

Firefighters have arranged ropes and are ready to go up to save people at risk.

"Jump, jump!"

"Shit, if I don't jump, the sun is killing me!"

"I said brother, whether you jump or not, keep your voice up. I have to go back to cooking if you don't jump."

"Be nimble, be standard in action, and the splash is smaller, so the technical action score can be high!"

These people shouting below, while urging to vent their dissatisfaction, took photos and videos with their mobile phones, and then posted Weibo circles of friends:

"I'm so worried about him. Why should I jump off a building? Come down quickly!"

"Life is very valuable. It's only once for everyone. I hope the brothers above will look open and come down early!"

"Come down, life will inevitably encounter twists and turns. There is nothing you can't see. You and your relatives and friends will continue to support you. You and we will worry about you below!"

"I'm really worried about the brother above. Don't jump. Come on, uncle fireman. We must save him!"

After sending the news,

Put down the phone,

Everyone endured the scorching sun,

I kept urging the one above to hurry up, quickly and quickly. The sun was too hot. There was no sunshade here, and there was no convenience store to buy a bottle of bingkule.

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

"Poof!"

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

"Poop!"

On the right side of the line, the man jumped off the bridge and fell into the water.

The world seems to be in a kind of silence at this time,

A strange silence.

then,

On both sides of the line,

It boils together.

At the entrance of the market, a group of people ran over with steamed bread in their hands and dipped in blood. The people they grabbed shouted, "human blood steamed bread can cure all diseases!"

At the bridge,

When firefighters and policemen mourn the passing of a life together, even crying and crying,

Several good Samaritans actually sneaked through the isolation belt and rushed to the body just salvaged, lifting the white canvas covered by the body,

Look at what it looks like after drowning.

These can become their talk in the future. For example, when drinking with friends, they can boast that the man on the bridge jumped into the river and killed himself a while ago. It's a tragic death. I've seen it with my own eyes.

Both ends of the line,

confused,

And it began to get more and more chaotic.

In the end,

The old man's figure is also getting weaker and weaker. He spread his hands. He is very helpless and helpless. It seems that there is nothing more sad than death in his heart:

"I want to die."

This is his last sigh,

Then he waved to Zhou Ze,

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

"Buzz............................"

all around,

Light and shadow began to tremble,

Zhou Ze silently raised his head,

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

Behind him, there was no shadow or old man.

Zhou Ze also had no dizziness, no confusion, no discomfort.

The old man said that this is a simple magic trick, so simple that Zhou Ze himself can easily wake up from it.

This simple magic will naturally not have any physiological impact on Zhou Ze.

Continue to pick up the towel,

Wipe your face,

But the water on his face has long been dry,

Now wipe it,

It's sweat,

Cold sweat.

Out of the bathroom, Zhou Ze sat down in his favorite position by the window. The afterglow of the sunset shone here, dragging out a long shadow.

In the bustling bookstore, most people were recovering from injuries on the second floor. Now boss Zhou is the only one sitting below.

I don't know how,

Zhou Ze felt a little cold,

This is a colder feeling than that night a week ago,

It's even comparable to the feeling when I first took the huangquan road,

Because this is the first time that Zhou Ze came into contact with this kind of thing.

It is not a dead soul,

It is not a creature,

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

But it was like a demon, with wide eyes,

In this sky,

Whether it's windy or rainy, or sunny,

It is watching everything below,

And always ready to wave their demon wings,

Come down.

This kind of gaze,

It has been known for a hundred years,

below,

It may continue,

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

Just like the words left by the one in his body after killing him:

"He's not dead yet..."