Chapter 31 Equality
The sharp sound of the suona passed through the eardrums like a dagger, piercing the originally quiet air in the street. Feng Yushu hid between the corners of the two buildings and poked his head out slightly. Come.
In the empty street, only two rows of young men in white were seen walking through the market with scattered steps. The two leaders were blowing trumpets, and the two at the end were decorated with white flowers. As they walked, Thin red paper flowers were sprinkled all the way to both sides of the road.
In the middle of the team, four young men were carrying the four corners of the statue's base. The flying figure on the lotus platform was clearly the snake god.
Master He's servants invited the snake god out of the ancestral hall.
This weird scene made Feng Yushu, who was already nervous, almost scream out in surprise, but thinking of Ning Zhe's instructions when the two separated, she tried to calm herself down, covered her ears with her hands, buried her face in her chest, and curled up. Not moving.
“Don’t listen, don’t believe, don’t accept anything anyone says or does…”
“Don’t listen, don’t believe, don’t accept anything anyone says or does. Accept..."
"Don't listen to anything anyone says or does, don't believe it, don't accept it..."
Feng Yushu thought to himself, not daring to move.
The piercing sound of the suona was getting closer and closer. The procession of worshipers came all the way from the direction of the ancestral hall and approached the place where Feng Yushu was hiding. The feeling of being so close and the uneasiness of being alone made her more and more frightened.
But suddenly, for some reason, the sound of the suona stopped.
"Eh...Eh?" Feng Yushu raised his head and quietly glanced at the street with tear-stained eyes. The team carrying the statue of the snake god stopped at some point.
There was a pool of bright red blood on the uneven bluestone. It turned out that the boy at the head of the team who was holding a suona tripped and fell to the ground, and his head was badly bruised.
"So...it turns out to be like this..." The doubts in Feng Yushu's heart were suddenly solved: "They have also committed taboos. Offering sacrifices to the snake god is also a sacrifice, and now they don't know where to go with the snake god, so They have bad luck and will fall down while walking on the road..."
Such thoughts did not last long. Feng Yushu shook her head desperately to completely dispel the unnecessary thoughts. She forced herself not to think about what happened on the street. She lowered her head again in accordance with Ning Zhe's instructions, but she didn't listen to anything. Regardless of the ostrich that doesn't interfere.
After a while, the suona sounded again.
The leader's servant, whose head was badly beaten, didn't seem to care at all about his forehead, which was still dripping with blood. He and his companions happily played the suona again, inviting the snake god to swagger through the market.
The sound of the suona gradually faded away, and everything seemed to be calm again. The familiar fear made Feng Yushu feel more at ease.
But suddenly, a loud noise broke the hard-won peace.
Boom - the sound of something breaking. Feng Yushu was so frightened that she suddenly trembled and fell to the ground. She barely supported her body and got up from the ground. When she raised her head, she saw the man carrying the snake god. The god team stopped again for some reason.
Are they unlucky again? Feng Yushu thought subconsciously.
This time, before she could dispel the idea, the idea itself was rejected, because this time it was not just the servant who invited the god who was unlucky.
On the street, bright red blood spattered everywhere. A tall statue fell to the ground, pressing down the four boys who were carrying the four corners of the base. The huge weight directly squeezed the abdominal cavities of everyone, and the fans were stunned. Bai's intestines burst out from it, leaving a sticky puddle on the ground.
Looking next to it, the statue of the snake god that fell to the ground was also cracked by the fall.
Looking at the torn wooden sculpture of the snake god, uncontrollable shock surged into Feng Yushu's heart.
"The snake god is also having bad luck..."
Did the snake god also violate the taboo?
Thinking of this, Feng Yushu quickly lowered her head and bit her white wrist. The severe pain dispelled the unnecessary thoughts. She quickly curled up again, trying to follow Ning Zhe's instructions and ignore everything. Don't think about it. Perhaps because of luck, she had just the right time to bury her head in the sand. Feng Yushu, who was squatting on the ground with her hands on her knees, did not see the young men on the street who had their intestines crushed by the base of the statue getting up as if nothing had happened. , the team that invited the gods picked up the torn snake god statue and placed it on the lotus platform at the base, and the out-of-tune suona sounded again.
Carrying the corpse of the snake god, they continued towards the He family mansion.
Red flowers and blood all the way, the journey of the God-seeking team was stumbling. They still fell down from time to time, and the skin and flesh on their bodies were rubbed thinner and thinner by the sharp edges of the stone slabs. Sometimes they couldn't avoid it, and a boy fell. He was hit by a plaque that fell from the street.
The heavy plaque cut off his neck in the middle, and the round head dragged the blood vessels and lymphatic tissue and rolled to the corner, but the owner of the head was still shaking his head and blowing the suona and moving forward, but this time He couldn't make any sound.
When the life-threatening suona sound finally faded away, Feng Yushu raised his head with trembling shoulders, his round oval face covered with traces of dried tears.
"Is it over..." she thought carefully.
After confirming that the strange team of people asking for gods had really gone far, Feng Yushu dared to relax slightly and lean against the wall. He thought of nothing in his empty mind and waited quietly for Ning Zhe to end it all.
Feng Yushu raised his head and looked up at the clear blue sky.
But suddenly, a man's figure stood between her and the sky: "Madam, why don't you answer the phone?"
Feng Yushu screamed and fell to the ground, paralyzed. Her body couldn't exert even half of her strength, and the figure that appeared silently next to her was all too clear to her.
"Zhang Yangxu..." Unspeakable fear crawled up Feng Yushu's cheeks, soaking her heart in a sticky swamp, filled with resentment, struggle, and difficulty extricating herself.
Zhang Yangxu took a step forward with a sincere expression: "Madam, I know you doubt me, so I don't expect you to believe me immediately. What I want to say is that Ning Zhe may have warned you about something, but what he said It may not be entirely correct.”
"No, no, no...I won't listen to you, I won't listen to you, I will never believe you...I..." Feng Yushu's lips trembled, and she shook her head while struggling to Crawling outside, behind him, Zhang Yangxu was getting closer and closer step by step.
He seemed to be very patient and not anxious at all, for fear of scaring her. Zhang Yangxu kept speaking sincere words with a gentle look: "I don't ask you to believe me, madam, I just I want you to listen to what I say, I don’t need you to believe it, just listen, okay?”
“No…no…don’t come over…” Feng Yushu's spirit was on the verge of collapse. Her eyes were distracted and her shoulders were shaking: "I will never believe you, I will never believe you..."
"You don't need to believe it, madam, you just need to listen to what I say. That’s all.” Zhang Yangxu lowered his voice and said, “This morning, when you and Ning Zhe were at the ancestral hall, you—”
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yangxu was interrupted by a crashing sound. It was a few tiles that slipped and fell from the roof, hitting Zhang Yangxu squarely on the head.
What’s even more coincidental is that when the tile fell on his head, it happened to have its sharp edge facing downwards. It was like a rotating playing card inserted into the foam plate, and the sharp tile was inserted directly into it. Zhang Yangxu's undefended back pierced his brainstem.
He is dead.
Zhang Yangxu, who was hit to death by tiles, fell in front of Feng Yushu who was on the verge of collapse. However, he did not leave a body behind when he died. The blurred human form turned into wisps of illusory smoke, which made Feng Yushu It was crystal clear who it was.
"Ghost..." Feng Yushu's shoulders were still shaking, but the fear in his heart had been reduced by most: "It was Ning Zhe, he must have done it. What method did Ning Zhe use to make the ghost unlucky? Already..."
Although Ning Zhe is not around, he is still interfering with the ghost's actions in some unexplainable way. He is still protecting himself. This long-lost feeling of peace of mind makes Feng Yushu gradually calm down, as if he has caught A life-saving straw for a drowning man.
The rules punish all beings who violate them equally, whether they are humans, ghosts or gods.
(End of this chapter)