Chapter 225 TV and bus
Yang He stared at the wooden box, and the tingling pain in his head became more and more intense.
He knew that the wooden box could not be a TV set from his previous life. After all, it was just a close appearance, and the two antennas at the top were made of bamboo.
But it is still incredible to be seen in a world with an ancient background.
"Can I be dreaming? Is the whole world false?"
Yang He had a lot of distracting thoughts, but unexpectedly he did not fall into madness because of this. Instead, he had a thought about to come out.
The more suspicious you are, the more you feel that everything is extremely false.
Yang He remembered that this world had been in this world for more than two years, but his experience was extremely vague, and even occasionally some strange pictures flashed by, which had nothing to do with, and were all hideous evil spirits.
[Spiritual Vision: 48,000]
Spiritual Vision has been staying at 48,000, and you can vaguely detect the number is growing.
Yang He stood in the sunset, and for some reason, he suddenly made the four words "Fengshen Romance" come out. It was clearly that the Fengshen Romance had nothing to do with the current situation.
"The Romance of the Gods? What does it have to do with myths?"
Squeak.
Push open the door of the wing room. "Ahe, the late meal is ready. Since you are not feeling well, you have to eat a little full."
The candlelight swayed, and the reflection of Yang's father's feet seemed to be shaking, and the voice became deserted from the beginning. "Dad, I'm fine." Yang He narrowed his eyes and had returned to normal the moment he turned around.
Yang's father had no expression on his face, a bit of charming purple color was revealed in his pupils, and the sweat on his forehead was wiped from his cuffs, which also showed a fluorescent texture.
"Ahe, what are you doing?"
"If you have any uncomfortable parts, you need to tell your parents in detail."
Yang's father approached step by step, holding the butcher knife that had just chopped the meat in his hand.
Yang's mother stood behind Yang's father with a bright smile, "Yes, Ahe, mom has felt you are restless since the daytime."
At the moment, Yang He was surprised to find that he was not afraid as expected.
It's like I've experienced something even more terrifying before.
Yang He asked on his own, "Dad, this is the first time I have seen this thing, and it looks familiar. What is it?"
"Oh?"
Yang's father stopped and grinned as if nothing had happened, revealing the unnaturally disappearing in a few breaths. "The revolving lantern, it was made by Dad for you a few years ago."
Yang's father picked up the wooden box and lifted the shell and there was only a candle inside. The candlelight burned the wooden box and the light was reflected out.
Because there are patterns of landscape characters on the inside of the wooden box, they also become looming.
Yang's mother carefully wiped away the dust on the surface, "When you were crying and shouting, you wanted a revolving lantern, but your mother couldn't persuade you."
Yang He frowned slightly. It was indeed true that the wooden box was used as a revolving lantern, but it was an indisputable fact that it looked like a TV.
Is it a coincidence? ! !
Impossible, the antenna used for decoration of wooden boxes has exceeded the imagination of the times.
"The world in this place is a little bit wrong, it's so fake."
Yang's father patted Yang He's shoulder worriedly and put the wooden box back in the corner, "Don't think about it anymore, Ah He, do you know? Yesterday, the poor scholar on the corner of the street was talking crazy words before his life and death. Yesterday, he was covered in the cold and disappeared."
"No, Dad, it's already spring warming up."
Yang He remained silent, but many irrelevant memories emerged in his mind.
In my memory, he turned into a scholar who had been studying hard for many years. He seemed to encounter the same situation and felt that the world he was in was very false.
The scholar was running desperately, but he was unable to get out of the scope of Guliang Street.
End of death from the cold.
Yang He didn't understand where the scholar's memory came from. There was no strangeness on the surface. He followed his parents to finish eating late.
He returned to the wing room and waited for a long time until night fell.
"First of all, I'm not crazy, secondly, my parents are definitely not human!!"
Yang He found a handy wooden stick and tiptoed out of the house. "Ahe, where are you going? Don't forget what your father told you." Yang He's movements froze. Yu Guang saw Yang's father and mother appear at the entrance of the alley. The two stood straight, their eyes empty.
"Ahe."
"Ahe, go home with us."
"Ahe, stop going crazy anymore, we are very worried about you..."
The two of them became more and more hysterical in their words, and then they approached Yang He with stiff posture, and the purple light flashed in the darkness even more.
Yang He silently took out the hardwood stick and supported it hard.
He climbed over the wall and landed at the entrance of the street, and then quickly walked away from Yang's father and mother.
The call of the two men gradually faded away, but there were several houses around that seemed to be frightened, and the candlelight was lit up, and it was vaguely heard. The street patrol constables were also rushing to the scene.
Not long after, the end of Guliang Street came into view.
Yang He walked away from Guliang Street nervously, and the result was extremely smooth, and there was no ghost hitting the wall before the scholar was dying. "Maybe I have hysteria? No, this ghost place cannot be real."
The cold wind blew towards me, and I was straight into the flesh.
Yang He shivered, and then he touched his forehead after realizing it. It was already hot, and his body temperature rose for no reason in just a few breaths.
vomit.
He supported the wall and retching, and his fever caused his physical weakness.
"Wind and cold!!!"
Yang He felt a sense of urgency, and he might also die of illness. "Those things should not be pranks of naughty children. When they touch foreign objects, they also have the illusion of being like a dream." Yang He turned around and headed towards the stall in the daytime. A low-key discussion came from his ears, and he could see a figure walking out of the house.
The figure pointed at it, and said that Yang He didn't know where the madman came from.
Yang He soon arrived at his destination, "Fortunately he didn't throw it into a corner."
He picked up the elixir wrapped in paper, and the jade had broken.
The pills are stained with the soil. I don’t know if they have any illusion, and they can even smell the faint fragrance of medicine.
"The fragrance of medicine should be two or three percent left. If it is effective..."
Yang He almost blurted out, as if he knew the properties of medicine well.
He slapped his cheek hard, forced himself to come back to his senses, put the pill in his mouth and hesitated whether to take it, and his breathing became rapid.
At this moment.
There is a faint light shining on the street corner.
Because of the fog rising at night, I only knew that a carriage was coming slowly, but Yang He couldn't see the specific situation clearly.
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Just looking at the outline, it is not a carriage at all.
More like a bus from my previous life...
Yang He was in a panic and watched as the weird carriage parked on the corner of the street.
The appearance is like a bus, but the wheels are still the wooden wheels of ordinary carriages, making a harsh squeaking sound when rubbing against the bluestone slabs.
There is no horse pulling it in front of the carriage, but the extended reins are hanging in the air.
Sequentially bloody footprints spread, as if hundreds of people were dragging them hard, and even blood-stained flesh was stuck to the reins.
"Uh uh uh."
Yang He hugged his head, and his facial features were filled with blood.
After constantly seeing the weirdness, the string in my mind finally broke.
Bang.
Yang He opened his eyes, the fear between his eyebrows disappeared, and he silently put the pill into his arms, "It is worthy of being...the ten absolute formations."
"Even if the Ten Heavenly Lord is not an immortal, it should be not much different."
Yang He has recovered from his soberness, so he naturally cannot use the pill for the time being. "The power of the Ten Absolute Formation is probably enough to trap the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the subsequent Immortals of the Jie Sect will also enter the formation. Damn it, it's a mess."
He pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and looked at the carriage in front of him.
No surprise, buses and carriages and TV revolving lanterns are affected by corpses and Taoist children. This kind of impact has just begun, and the Ten Abysses will inevitably become more and more weird as time goes by.
As for why the body is similar but the spirit is not similar?
It's very simple, the Ten Absolute Formation cannot understand Yang He's cognition.
So objects that are not related to each other will be combined together, and any messy things will appear next.
For Jie Sect, the main battlefield where he thinks he is superior will not go well.
"Difficult to solve."
"I guess the Antarctic Immortal Weng just speculated that the Anarchy Church had deployed the array, so he used the corpse Taoist's natural immortal body to interfere with the magic array."
Yang He had long seen that the corpse Taoist's body combined with the physical bodies of many immortal bodies is the only material for the array eye, and the plot of the Ten Absolute Formation has been out of control.
The door of the bus carriage is open, and the yin energy is coming to your face. "Ahe! Ahe!!" Yang's father and mother rushed over, standing a hundred meters away surrounded by neighbors, trying to stop Yang He by calling.
Yang He did not hesitate too much and bent over and entered the car. "The cause of death of a scholar's character is the wind and cold three days later. I am already infected with the wind and cold now, and I will die soon." "Diet to die, I can't die in vain." There are more than a dozen seats in the carriage, and now there is no one. There is also an aisle for passengers to stand in the middle, and all the railings are available.
Yang He did not find the groom and chose to sit by the window.
The window is a thin layer of curtains.
A moment later, the carriage was in fog in the dense footsteps.
Yang He was very excited at first, but after half an hour of bumpyness, he felt bored again, and then fell asleep under the influence of a fever.
The carriage walked through the city overnight, and when it was dawn, the outside of the window became pitch black.
Yang He was like being in a closed coffin. The rich yin energy aggravated the wind and cold, and the yang energy passed rapidly, obviously for less than three days.
He stayed in a daze until the second night, and the carriage reappeared on the street.
People just came in one after another.
Yang He narrowed his eyes and swept it, and it turned out that he had mistakenly entered the ordinary world. To be precise, he was the ordinary world bred by the Ten Abyss.
The ordinary consciousness has been lost, and his face is pale so pale that it is no different from the dead.
As soon as they sat down, the yang energy was constantly transported to the carriage.
"It's really evil. I feel that the carriage has given birth to spiritual intelligence. Its behavior is like a lantern fish in the deep sea, trapping ordinary people as food."
"Growing too fast, similar evil spirits will not be an example!!!"
Yang He forced out his strength and stuffed the pill into the mouth of the approaching man. "Hurry up, I can't seize the opportunity for too long, and the monks of the Zheng Jie Sect are coming in soon. Fortunately, the immortals are still early."
As soon as the vitality is cut off, the flesh and blood will become nutrients in the carriage, leaving only a dry bone.
【Your character "The Vendor" has died, playing the allusion ends】
(This chapter ends)