Chapter 0284: The Storyteller and the Listener

Silence!

There was a deathly silence on the cliff, with only the sound of the wind echoing.

She sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, letting her skirt flutter, calm and eternal, like a sculpture.

She didn't speak, and neither did I.

She didn't speak, perhaps because she was thinking about something.

I didn't speak because I didn't dare, because I didn't know what she was going to do, and I was afraid that if I said something wrong, she would kill me, and I would be at the mercy of others, and I had to tread on thin ice.

In this way, I stood behind her for more than ten minutes, and when I felt my legs were a little numb, she finally made further moves - just raised her right hand.

I noticed that her hands were very beautiful, not fat, but not skinny, very round, with slender fingers, and her skin was shining with a little crystal luster under the moonlight, just like a work of art.

It's hard to imagine that this would be a corpse, no, maybe it should be called a demon now.

Before this, I had never been able to imagine what the poem said about "the girl with red makeup and delicate hands" was like. That description was too general. It was not until I saw her that I finally understood.

When she raised her hand lightly, the eagles hovering in the night sky screamed very harshly, completely destroying the tranquility between her and me. However, along with the screams of those mediums, I found that my body had regained its freedom.

Completely out of instinct, my hand was placed on the Baipi knife. After entering this line, this seems to have become my habit. With the knife, people feel at ease.

"You don't need to be nervous. I said I won't hurt you, and I won't hurt you."

At this time, the girl sitting on the cliff finally spoke, hesitated for a moment, and added: "At least, I won't hurt you tonight."

At this moment, her voice was very peaceful, not as shrill as that night in the Totem Ghost Temple. It sounded very pleasant, and even gave me an illusion that I was facing a living person.

At this time, she finally turned her head slowly. When I saw her eyes for the first time, I was a little stunned.

Her eyes were very bright and clear, without any dust in the world, just like the eyes of an innocent child.

It was hard to imagine that such a pair of eyes would appear on a drought demon.

But I could only see her eyes and her fair, almost pale skin. Apart from that, her whole face was covered with a piece of gauze, so I couldn't see clearly. However, facing her clean eyes, I suddenly felt relieved in my heart - as if I hoped from the bottom of my heart that this existence with a mortal back was not as hideous and terrifying as the majority of the dead zongzi, or even... disgusting.

At this time, she suddenly waved to me: "Come and sit next to me!"

Sit over?

My heartbeat accelerated all of a sudden, not because of heartbeat, but because of fear.

However, thinking about my current situation, I still walked over and sat next to her.

To be honest, she is not quite the same as I imagined.

In my imagination, Hanba should be a big zongzi with green face and fangs, and the smell of blood and corpse. However, she is not only beautiful, but also looks like a fairy exiled to the human world. She even has a faint fragrance on her body, which seems to be the fragrance of lilies.

After hesitating for a while, I finally mustered up the courage to look up at her and asked, "Why do you want me to come here?"

The corners of her eyes curved up suddenly, as if she was smiling, and then she looked at me with her clear eyes and said, "If I say that I just want to find someone to chat with, do you believe it?"

After saying this, she turned her face and stared at the mountains under the cliff of Laolongwo, and said softly, "This place will soon be a river of blood. Everything starts here and should end here. You know, on the eve of death, whether it is a person or something else, it is very melancholy. I am the same, so I want to find someone to chat with."

Her words moved my heart. There seems to be something else in her words!

After thinking about it carefully, my heart gradually sank - it seemed that she was about to complete her transformation!

The day she completed her transformation, wouldn't it be the day when Baiyangyu was flooded with blood! ?

After thinking about the strength between her and me, I decided to believe what she said, so I looked up and asked: "Then... why did you choose me?"

"Because you are different from everyone else..."

She said softly: "I have been watching you and observing you. I won't talk about those three stinky Taoist priests. They are full of ideas about maintaining justice in the world. In their eyes, the living are always right and the dead are always wrong. They are so pedantic. I don't want to talk to them. I just want to kill them! Your two companions, they don't have their own independent consciousness. Good and evil don't matter to them. In their eyes, as long as you do it, it should be theirs. I don't like them, but I don't reject them. But You are different. You are a rebellious person. You dare to doubt everything. You only use your heart to judge right and wrong, including the ethics and morals of this world and the so-called order and rules. You are suitable to be a pioneer, just like those scientists who questioned theocracy in the feudal era. You will have great achievements, but your life is destined to be full of setbacks and hardships, and you will bear the doubts and rejection of everyone. However, as a dead person, I like you because you are unorthodox, so you can probably talk to me from a fair perspective, instead of drawing your sword and beating me into the wrong party as soon as you see me. "

This...

I can't respond to it. Is this kind of evaluation a compliment or a derogatory one?

However, I think she is right about one thing. The so-called yin and yang order is shit to me. Is it a sin for the dead to harm the living? I don't like those who always act like victims and clamor for the punishment of evil. Anyway, I have experienced so much along the way, and I think sometimes the living are scarier than the dead. The dead are at most violent, like a wild beast, only knowing how to rush around and do whatever they want. Although the living don't have the power of the dead, the hearts and humanity of the living are the knives that kill without blood, which are scarier than brute force!

After hesitating for a while, I mustered up the courage to ask her: "Can you tell me what happened to you? Why do you want everyone to die!"

"Would you believe me if I said they deserved to die?"

She turned her face away and remained silent. After a long time, she whispered to me: "In fact, I don't need to tell you this, but just now, I suddenly changed my mind. I want to tell you everything about me. Maybe you can take this story out and tell it to more people, so that those hypocrites who talk about the order of yin and yang all day long can give a good evaluation of whether my revenge is right or wrong!"

"Okay!"

I nodded: "As you wish, tonight, you and I are not enemies! You are just a storyteller; and I am a listener!"

She tilted her head and looked at me. Her eyes were curved, which was very beautiful. She was obviously smiling, and I guessed that her smile under the white veil must be very beautiful.

In this way, she looked at me for three or four minutes before she finally said, "I found that I like you more than before. When you told those stinky Taoist priests outside the village about your shocking ideas and wanted to abandon the beasts in Baiyangyu, I thought that if you didn't oppose me, I might not kill you. Now this idea is even stronger, because I think killing a person like you may be a loss to this world that doesn't distinguish between black and white."

After saying that, she didn't look at me again and waved to the eagle in the night sky.

Flutter...

The eagle flew directly towards me and landed on my legs. I was almost scared to the point of falling off the cliff, but seeing that the eagle didn't attack me, I gradually calmed down.

"Look at its eyes!"

At this time, she suddenly spoke.

Upon hearing this, I immediately looked at the eagle's eyes, and I was stunned, because some images appeared in the eagle's blood-red pupils, just like watching a movie! !

After a little thought, I understood that the eagle was a medium, and it was connected with Hanba's heart. Hanba just expressed what it thought in its heart through the eyes of this medium!

To put it bluntly, she wanted me to see with my own eyes what kind of pain she had experienced, instead of... letting me listen to a trivial story condensed in pale language! !