Chapter 85

Zhou Ze stood up to stop the girl.

But at this time, I was shocked to find that the mall was full of black footprints, not only the girl before, but also the other customers, salesmen and all the people's soles, which seemed to be covered with a layer of black grease. Every step left a clear footprint.

This is what Zhou Ze didn't expect. Is it possible that all the people in this mall are ghosts?

Even if it's ghost market, it can't be so exaggerated.

Last time Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang saw Mrs. Bai's dinner party, they just had a few table people fighting and making troubles, which is far from the height now. You should know that Mrs. Bai has practiced for 200 years and had her own temple body in the middle.

All of a sudden, Zhou Ze felt that he was in the merry go round in the playground. Everything around him was so unreal and strange.

You can't tell what's false or what's true,

you can only look left and right with a blank eye.

He remembered that Xu Qinglang appeared in the same picture not long ago. Then he suddenly rushed to the road. If he didn't kick him, he might have been hit by a car.

And right now, that feeling is coming to me.

That guy,

is he going to fight himself?

As a ghost, he was attacked by the ghost he chased. It seems that it's hard to say. What's more, Zhou Ze didn't know how to resist.

He has always been in the habit of using his fingernails to grasp ghosts. This time, it seems that his fingernails can't help him.

He was sitting on the ground. Zhou Ze seemed to see someone in front of him handing him some change.

he heard someone saying to himself, "this is eight yuan for himself".

Then,

the girl's head began to blur in front of her. At this time, everything in her sight seemed to be covered with a layer of paste, making her sick and dizzy.

It seems that we have returned to the state of walking on the road of huangquan again, following the masses and walking on tiptoe numbly together,

according to Buddha, there is only one phase on the road of huangquan.

Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't lift his breath. Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed his neck. He lowered his head and coughed hard. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

This is a kind of feeling that people live like years, and also a kind of torture imposed on the spirit. Previously, Xu Qinglang easily collapsed in it, and Zhou Ze, at this time, also fell in it.

Zhou Ze thinks he should do something, but at the moment, he can't do anything except passively bear all this.

Pain,

depression,

suffocation,

endless torture, constantly flogging your soul.

…………

"Sir, sir, what's the matter with you?"

The girl handed the change to Zhou Ze, but suddenly found that the man's eyes in front of her began to get muddy, as if in pain.

The girl's first reaction was that the man touched the porcelain. After drinking the water from her supermarket, she immediately became uncomfortable.

But after watching it for a while, I don't think it's like men are really suffering.

"Sir, can I help you to call 120?" Asked the girl.

Who knows that the man in front of her stretched out his hand, pushed her to the ground, and then staggered to get up and ran all the way out.

The girl wanted to call the police or report 120, because she thought that the man's state was very unstable, but in the end, she didn't take out the phone in the mindset that more things are better than less.

…………

Everything around us is like a mirror made of water, reflecting all kinds of brilliance. A little light shines in. It doesn't give people warmth, but it adds a kind of restlessness to people's heart.

Zhou Ze didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. He was even prepared. He might have walked to the road like Xu Qinglang before and waited for a car to crash him.

He can only resist passively. He doesn't know where he is or where he is now, but he always resists the impulse of self abandonment.

"Crash..."

From a loud sound,

Zhou Ze knocked over the garbage can in front of him, and then the whole person fell down in the garbage pile. The pungent and sour smell didn't make him wake up. In his vision, there were grass everywhere, like a paradise.

The scenery around Mingming is very beautiful, and the brilliance around Mingming is very gorgeous,

but it doesn't give people any comfort.

It's more like a cage, which people instinctively reject and want to escape.

Laughter and laughter came from all around. It seemed that there were a group of warblers, warblers, swallows and swallows dancing around. In the distance, there were even more fragrant flames. It seemed that there were countless people worshiping the altar.All kinds of pictures constantly emerge in Zhou Ze's mind, squeezing his nerves little by little. Any picture may be the last straw to crush the camel.

Finally, the picture is fixed,

Zhou Ze finds himself standing at the door of the familiar courtyard,

the sign of the orphanage is hanging on it,

and in front of him, a couple is leaving a pram there, they seem to be ready to leave.

Zhou Ze asked the Dean about his birth when he grew up. In fact, the Dean would not hide it when the children grew up. He told Zhou ze that he was voluntarily abandoned by his parents.

Since then, Zhou Ze has never thought about finding his own parents. He only thinks that his parents are dead and he will not need them in his life.

But at this time,

Zhou Ze suddenly had a premonition that the front couple should be their own parents,

and the baby in the stroller,

should be themselves.

He subconsciously raises his feet, wants to run past, looks at his parents' faces, and may even question why they abandoned themselves.

But this foot just raised his head,

but didn't fall down,

Zhou Ze's face showed the color of struggle,

he instinctively sensed something, this foot fell, it was the abyss!

All the beautiful things are finally framed into the picture in front of us. This is the pie with poison. This is the clip arranged by the hunter, waiting for the prey to step out.

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At the edge of the rooftop of the building,

Zhou Ze, who has been standing on the parapet, is in a state of precariousness, leaning forward consciously again and again to fall down, but again and again to adjust the center of gravity.

He is struggling,

he is resisting,

and his life is in danger.

On one side of the roof stood a woman without a head.

The woman's body is no longer a yellow sweater, but a blue robe. The style is a little old, and there are many damages around. But the woman stands there cold and cold, facing Zhou Ze, who seems to fall at any time.

And there was a third man on the roof, a priest.

It's a pity that Zhou Ze can't open his eyes at this time, otherwise he will recognize the priest and he just met before.

At Miss Liu's funeral, the priest had no other words but to give himself a cigarette.

Even in the face of the strange and cold dinner party of the two families, the priest just stood by and looked at it quietly, as if he was enjoying a pair of ukiyo paintings.

The priest looks at Zhou Ze and the Headless Woman in front of him. He shakes his head and says to the Headless Woman: "she is a ghost."

This is a reminder,

to remind the identity of the Headless Woman in front of you.

But this reminder, no doubt, seems to add fuel to the fire.

Instead of adding fuel to the fire, the priest continued, "if he is killed by you, it will cause hell's reaction."

The Headless Woman suddenly turned to the priest.

The priest smiled and said directly:

"but he's just a temporary ghost. He doesn't enter the current rank, even if he doesn't have it, he will not.

At this time, anyone who dares to disturb her interest should not have a good end.

And the lady herself has done nothing wrong. "

The Headless Woman turned around and continued to face Zhou Ze, as if she had let go of the priest who was a little out of the way.

The priest stood there and continued to act as a spectator, which seemed to be one of his favorite roles.

He knew the identity of the Headless Woman, and was even a little strange. The ghost who had once met each other didn't realize the identity of the woman at the first time.

This ghost is not proficient in business.

She is not a ghost,

she is not the existence that you can govern at all,

but you stare at her and chase her,

at the end,

angers her.

Woman, but very vengeful.

Especially in front of her, there are not many women.

The priest looked behind him. The building was very high and had a good view. He could see a construction site in the distance, which was under demolition construction. There, the dust was flying.

The most intuitive memory that an era can leave to people is actually architecture, and the current urban reconstruction and upgrading is undoubtedly the process of slowly erasing many of the past marks.

Looking back,

at Zhou Ze, who was still standing at the edge of his body, shaking back and forth constantly,

the priest was also a little surprised,

this temporary ghost was poor, and he could really persist.Even if it was him, it might not last so long.

But at this time,

the priest suddenly saw Zhou Ze's fingernails were melting slowly, but the melted juice did not drip down, but flowed back into the body.

At this time, Zhou Ze's skin began to show bronze luster gradually. This is not the bronze color created by sunshine and fitness, but a kind of color mixed with

darkness,

curse,

coldness,

many negative colors.

At the same time, the priest found that Zhou Ze's closed eyes began to release green light slowly, like a fierce beast that was dormant.

at this time,

was gradually stimulated to wake up.

Zhou Ze's mouth corner position, two tusks, gradually permeated the lips.

The white warbler has always been curious about one thing. He is a zombie who has been sleeping for 200 years, but why is he not wanted by Zhou Ze's fingernails!

In front of her eyes, the priest with an unbelievable face gave her the answer,

he drew at the corner of his mouth,

two words came out of his mouth:

"zombie!"