Invade the World Chapter 178

  Chapter 178 That stormy night

When Xu Xiangyang opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting at a table.

  There is a pile of leftovers leftovers on the table. Chicken, braised fish, vegetable soup, all shone in a greasy cold light under the light bulb overhead.

  He raised his head. Young Song Yao was sitting in a chair, lowering his head and pulling his rice bowl silently.

There was a man and a woman on both sides of the table. Xu Xiangyang recognized that the woman was the ghost in the pajamas in the bathtub, Song Yao's mother Qi Qiufang; the identity of the unknown man was naturally her husband Song Jing. .

  On the table is a bottle of white wine with an open lid. A big furry hand picked it up from time to time, poured it into a small plastic cup, and drank it in one go.

  Counting Song Deshou, the four of them were sitting at a table for dinner. It looked like a picture of a family enjoying themselves, but the atmosphere on the table was rather solemn.

  This kind of time is often when the husband and wife help each other scold the nasty guys in the unit or ask how the children are doing in school today.

  But this family is different.

  During the meal, no one spoke, and all of them looked gloomy. To them, eating with their family was more like a tormenting task.

  In the living room, there is only the echo of the collision of dishes and chopsticks, and the occasional sound of dragging with the chair.

   "Xiao Yao, the teacher in your class called today."

  The person who broke the silence is the middle-aged woman on the left hand side.

   "He said that you were very inattentive in class recently and your grades dropped."

After Song Yao was silent for a while, he obediently apologized.

   "I'm sorry, mom."

  "I'm not to blame you. I'm busy at work and don't have time to care about you. Some people are irresponsible. Your grandfather is old and doesn't know much about school matters, so you have to take care of yourself..."

  "Who do you say is irresponsible."

  Before half of what the woman said, I heard the sound of chopsticks slapped on the table slowly.

   "Xiao Yao is your son, who am I talking about you don't know?"

  Qi Qiufang didn't mean to give in at all, and frowned in disgust at her husband.

   "Look at your virtue, drunk all day long, can you set a good example for Xiao Yao?"

"Then he...hiccup," the man burped with alcohol, his tone of deep dissatisfaction revealed, "He didn't come out of your belly? Don't be ridiculous in front of the child, what...what' busy at work No time to manage', as soon as I come back, I will play mahjong gambling in the next room. Are you deaf in your family?"

"It's better than you hanging around outside all day long and unable to return home!" The woman's voice was slowly rising and becoming sharper. A woman pulls and pulls..."

  Quarrel.

  Common, accustomed, chattering quarrels.

  As long as the two of them stay together, or do not speak, they will quarrel as soon as they speak.

  Song Yao, who was sitting in the chair, had a numb face. Obviously he had been used to it a long time ago, but he just accelerated the speed of pulling it into his mouth.

  At this time, Xu Xiangyang felt that "self" who had never said a word stood up, stepped a little staggering, walked slowly to the boy's side, and pulled him up.

  Grandpa and Sun Liang left the living room silently.

   is like a spark on a frying pan. The quarrel behind them suddenly became loud and fierce, and it quickly turned into the sound of pushing tables, chairs, and porcelain bowls on the ground.

  It wasn't until the door behind him closed that the extremely tormenting voice became indistinct.

  The boy lowered his head. He was young, but his back looked rickety.

  He heard himself sigh deeply, stretched out an old palm with exposed veins, and gently stroked the boy's hair...

  Xu Xiangyang suddenly realized that his consciousness was being detached, and then he was immersed in another different but similar scene: a couple in a fierce quarrel, and a silent boy and an old man.

   Soon it will be the third and fourth memory fragment...

  Scene scenes flicked by in front of Xu Xiangyang's eyes, vividly and clearly visible, the inside story of this family was opened little by little, and finally freezed on a dim rainy night.

  Outside the window is the sound of howling wind, and the sound of rain "cracking" on the window.

  The impression that night was particularly vivid, as if Xu Xiangyang was really there at the time.

  It seems that for Song Deshou and grandchildren, this is a vivid night.

   "This home, I can't stay in for a minute!"

  He heard the woman's scream, the sound of shoes and the ground knocking on each other hurriedly away, heading towards the door, still holding the suitcase in his hand, but before leaving, he was stopped by the drunk man.

"you dare?!"

  The roar of the man made the whole house shake, as if it was suffering from a strong earthquake.

  The boy in the corner hugged his head and shivered.

   "You are not allowed to go, if you dare to step out of this door half a step, I will kill you now!"

   "Okay! Do you dare... come if you dare!"

   "You...you are waiting..."

  The man ran back staggeringly, the woman put her hand on the suitcase, looked at the drowsy world covered by the storm, and looked at the child squatting in the corner, with hesitation on her face.

  But what she didn't expect was that the man actually walked out of the kitchen with a shiny knife.

   "You...what are you doing?!"

  Women are full of voices and expressions.

   "You can't escape..." The drunk man murmured, "Don't want to leave us..."

   Halfway through, he suddenly accelerated and rushed over with his head dull.

"Ah--?!"

"boom!"

  The sound of the human body falling down with the suitcase, the sound of fighting on the floor, and the sound of a knife piercing the human body.

  Everything happened in just a few minutes. It was like a rainstorm outside this house. The disturbing cruel voice was fleeting, and the roar of men and women's screams stopped abruptly.

  Everything is drawn to a halt by the sudden violence inspired by the uneasy and fearful atmosphere that has enveloped this family all the year round, and finally returns to the silent world of the past.

  "Don't look, don't look over there..."

  The old man who walked out of the room wrinkled wrinkles, trembling like Lao Teng's fingers, stroking the child in his arms, listening to him crying from panicked to low sobbing, and finally fell asleep.

  I don't know how long it has passed, and finally there are footsteps behind him again.

   The blood-stained woman stood up with eyes absent, leaving only a body lying in a pool of blood, belonging to a man who was quiet and not irritable.

   "Mom... Mommy is dirty, go take a shower."

  She said to her child in a hoarse voice, and then walked to the bedroom with a dangling pace.

  This is the last word left by a woman during her lifetime.

  Xu Xiangyang's consciousness touched the last fragment of memory.

  It is a scene of an old and a young standing in front of the door of this three-story building.

  Song Yao, carrying a schoolbag, stared at the building, his face showed no nostalgia, and then Song Deshou and Song Deshou held hands and left without looking back.

  This undoubtedly carries all the memories of Song Yao's childhood, but that is not something to be happy about, so it doesn't matter if you throw them all away.

  But at that time, no one thought that they would have to come back in the end; to make matters worse, the house had been swallowed by the distant world at that time.

  So, Song Yao, who grew up from a child to a teenager, was completely left in this place, like an endless nightmare reincarnation.

  This time, Song Deshou, who had been with him, also transformed into an evil spirit, and took control of everything in this haunted house. From then on, the couple who died were also manipulated by it...

--etc.

   Xu Xiangyang, who had been completely immersed in a hundred-episode large-scale family series, instinctively thought of one thing. He frowned suddenly and woke up.

  If the haunted house phenomenon can be regarded as accidental, how did Song Deshou degenerate into an evil spirit?

  In the psychic memories he saw just now, there is no plot related to it...

  This is very unusual.

  In any case, the memories before death should be the most fresh...

   Could it be that after living in a haunted house with Song Yao, he was killed by the demonized couple inside?

  No, it's not right. It shouldn't be like this.

  According to Meng Zheng, Song Deshou, who can act independently from the haunted house, belongs to the higher class among the evil spirits. His death is absolutely extraordinary.

  Probably because of receiving a large amount of information in one breath, Xu Xiangyang already felt a little pain in his brain at this time, but he still resisted the pain and searched for it among the smoky memory fragments.

  Finally, he found an unusual fragment in the corner of his consciousness. This was obviously because Song Deshou was unwilling to remember, so he buried it...

  When Xu Xiangyang put his consciousness into it, the first time he heard the old man's painful whimper.

  Xu Xiangyang was surprised to find that he could not see anything, the picture before him was a hazy darkness, and the darkness was mixed with a startling rich red.

  The red color will flow and drip, which is the source of the pain of the old man's whole body at this moment.

  Xu Xiangyang couldn't help swallowing.

  This, this scene, could it be that... Song Deshou's eyeballs were gouged out?

  At this moment, he suddenly realized that his eyes were also aching!

  In the psychic state, the psychic and the target can empathize; the closer the connection, the clearer the feeling.

Later, Xu Xiangyang also heard some long and thin living creature crawling on his face, and the darkness in his field of vision further expanded. What followed was the sensation of itching near the eye sockets, and the blood and slurry flowing out. The gurgling sound of being squeezed again.

  No...no?

  Xu Xiangyang had a thought that made him feel creepy:

  He has seen how the worm attaches to the human body: it actually crawls directly along the mouth and penetrates into the human body. This scene is full of evil spirits.

  But he did not expect that this is far from the most disgusting part of the stage. Through Song Deshou's own vision, Xu Xiangyang, although unable to see a clear picture, can imagine what is happening now:

  After the old man's eyeballs were dug away, a certain kind of insect slowly crawled into his eye sockets, got into his skull through the hole, and invaded his body...

  No wonder the demonized Song Deshou has always appeared in the weird image of an "eyeless old man". It turns out that he encountered such a cruel thing before he died!

   "Sorry, sorry."

  A man's voice sounded not far from him.

  Xu Xiangyang was taken aback.

  Is there anyone else at this time?

  The guy has a high probability of being the murderer! He turned Song Deshou into an evil spirit!

  At this time, Xu Xiangyang naturally couldn't see people, so he tried hard to record the voice of the other party.

However, probably because Song Deshou's head had already gotten bugs, his ears were filled with "buzzing" noises like mosquitoes, and mixed with the reverberation of blood pouring back and impacting the eardrum, the man deliberately lowered it. 'S voice also became fuzzy and distant--

   "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to suddenly..."

  The man seemed to be explaining to him, his tone sounded like an apology, but there was no apology in the man's tone, but a smile.

  "This is the first time I have used this kind of '蛊' to people. I didn't expect this little guy to have a bad habit of eating from the eyes of a person."

"However, please rest assured, what I promised you will be done. This kind of evil spirit larva that needs to be hatched is extremely precious, and that'Longpo' only has one in his hand. It will be used in such a place. , No one can think of it? If she knows, I will definitely be made into a worm slave... Hehe, I am willing to believe that this is a worthwhile investment in advance."

"It can transform people into high-level evil spirits after death, as well as the ability to incubate and create other gu worms in haunted houses, but you have to find a suitable mother by yourself. You are not trying to protect your grandson. Is it rescued from the haunted house? Let's bear it for the time being."

  The old man's painful voice, from the sobbing that he tried to restrain at first, to the wailing that couldn't help but pain, and then gradually cut off the vitality in the body, it turned into a weak and slight moan.

  The pain Xu Xiangyang could feel became more and more intense. After the man stopped talking, he immediately stopped reading the fragment of memory.

  After he came back to his senses again, Xu Xiangyang found himself back in the living room at No.41 Anning Street.

  The world around is smeared with a dull color, just like being in an old photo.

  Xu Xiangyang turned his head and saw that his body was being held in his arms by the squad leader.

  This is not over yet. Since Zhu Qingyue had completely controlled the scene, she was obviously bored, so she placed Xu Xiangyang's head on her knees.

  But when the squad leader put his knees on his knees, he was not as careful and gentle as Xingjie. The girl was full of interest, playing with the boy's body wantonly like a toy: rubbing her hair for a while, rubbing her face for a while, touching her chest for a while, pinching her nose for a while, rubbing his face into all kinds of grimace with eyebrows...

  He has a feeling of powerlessness to complain, so he can only assume that he hasn't seen the naughty behavior of the squad leader.

  Xu Xiangyang adjusted his emotions, turned his head back, and then saw the old man in Chinese tunic suit standing not far away, quietly looking at him.

  He knew that this was the end.

  This battle in the spiritual world has finally come to an end.

  Xu Xiangyang sighed and said:

  "It's time to let go, Mr. Song Deshou. Wouldn't you want your grandson to be locked in this house forever and live a life of neither man nor ghost?"

  The old man did not answer, but walked towards him silently. A gust of wind swept around Song Deshou again.

  Xu Xiangyang blinked and replied with a smile:

  "This is the world of the soul, which means...I can do everything just like you."

   Before his words fell, the boy was also surrounded by a sudden rising storm.

  (End of this chapter)

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