Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Li Shiyi flipped his long legs and quickly followed out.

The streets are terribly cold, the small shops with closed doors, the misty road ahead, the deeper exposed stone slabs, and the intermittent car bells.

Yunniang got into a rickshaw with her skirt and drove out of the city with bumps.

Li Shiyi didn’t hesitate, so he recruited a car with Song Shiji. He looked ahead and whispered, “Follow from a distance.”

Her hand rested casually on the handrail to the side, cold and rusty, she stopped, and held it slightly harder.

Darkness is always easy to magnify the inferior nature of people. The most down-to-earth driver in the past was overdrawn by the long night, and his feet were empty and tired. It was as fearful as a wandering spirit. Nineteen shivered involuntarily.

It was too quiet, so quiet that she was even scared of the wind around her ears. She leaned against Li Shiyi, lowered her voice and asked her, “What was that just now?”

“Snake.” Li Shiyi moved his lips.

And unlike Ah Yin, it is not a spirit, or even a soul, but-“the snake body.”

Song Nineteen took a breath: “Under the seat of Nuwa, the ancient beast, why should it be attached to Yun Niang?”

Li Shiyi groaned and shook his head.

Song Nineteen was inexplicably happy, Jiaojiao laughed: “Is there something you don’t know?”

Li Shiyi glanced at her. Everyone said that she was calm and self-sufficient, and Taishan collapsed in front of her without changing her face. But she felt more and more that Song Shiji was the one who truly had a strong heart. In her short life, there were very few real things. Meaningful emotional weakness, such as fear, anger, irritability, jealousy, and self-pity. If it appears, it is also a very short moment.

Usually people’s senselessness comes from ignorance, and fear comes from half-knowledge, but Song Jiu is not. She clearly knows what is waiting for them, and she is still in the mood to look at Li Shi’s feelings with her eyes bent.

In her mind, the six words “I don’t know Li Shiyi” are more eye-catching than “Ancient Beast”.

Maybe not six words, but three.

Li Shiyi thought about this, lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

The smile did not fade, and Song Jiu asked her again: “Although Yunniang is a ghost, if the snake is attached to her body, how can your talisman paper easily contain her?”

Li Shiyi thought for a while, and vaguely guessed: “Although it is a sacred animal, it is also a small pet above. On weekdays, you can open one eye and close one eye when you are a small beast. If you are in a place like Xianlusi If you make a fuss, you are afraid of guilt, so I will be softened for the time being.”

She still had doubts in her heart. She couldn’t feel the talisman ever since it was useful or useless. The snake was really restrained by her, but she didn’t really want to talk to Song Nineteen.

The car moved further and further, and stopped at the foot of Sheshan Mountain. Sheshan Mountain was extremely short and hidden in the night, and even the ups and downs carried the shyness of a little Shanghai girl. The tree crowns grew luxuriantly and furry in clusters, except for some night sleeps on the mountain. There are no other colors for the lights of the farmhouse.

Yunniang got out of the car and walked up the mountain radially on her own. Li Shiyi led Song Shiji to follow slowly. The mountain road was difficult to walk, Yunniang walked very fast, relying on the familiar terrain, and disappeared at the corner in three or two. Li Shiyi moved the branches and stepped on the soft fallen leaves to speed up the pace.

Wan Lai was quiet, except for the intermittent cicada singing, the flapping sound of the bird’s wings, and the dog in the farmyard yelled occasionally and fell asleep with sobbing. Li Shixi patiently circled the mountain road a few times, carefully observing the footprints underneath, and finally found a wide cave halfway up the mountain.

Drops of water ticked down on both sides of the cave, smashing the ground out of deep and long-lasting puddles. At the entrance of one person high and two people wide, a few short shrubs grew messily, and the rhizomes in the center pressed open from both sides, withered and withered. It seemed that people did it deliberately in order to get in and out. Li Shiyi didn’t rush in, and set a small paper man to explore the way. He saw it crept through the gap, and then crept out again, ambushing a soldier in grass clothes.

It nodded at eleven with Li, hugged both arms in a circle on the top of the head in a safe gesture, and consciously got back into the pocket.

Li Shiyi held his breath, and the two leaned in against the wall.

Originally the mountain was dark, and I couldn’t see my fingers inside. I closed my eyes and adapted to the light. I fumbled through a narrow tunnel. In front of it was a barrier made of a huge stone. Behind the barrier was a faint light, accompanied by a rather bizarre light. sound.

Li Shiyi tentatively took a step, but heard a loud noise. The battalions above her head flapped their wings, and the defensive rubble fell down. She instinctively turned back to protect Song Jiu. , Squatting behind the boulder with her.

She squeezed the talisman paper, and touched Song Jiu’s wrist to signal her to prepare, which might have caught Teng Snake’s attention. She pressed her lower lip and waited quietly for a while, but the other end was a little bit quiet. There was no movement, she grabbed her breath, wandered and poked her head out, prying covertly.

Earlier than the picture was the groan of Yun Niang. She was lying on the ground, her cheongsam half-faded, her long legs twisted impatiently, her hair wetted with sweat, and she stuck to her face in a mixed manner. , Half along the shoulder and neck into the plump breast.

The bracelet on Hao’s wrist smashed to pieces on the ground. She grabbed a clump of dead grass, cut her neck out of an arch, and groaned out of breath.

Her white dress is the most eye-catching lamp in the dark night. At this moment, she is faintly shimmering, and she is wrapped around her from top to bottom like a firefly. She twisted her body and turned over, and finally showed her pain. Unbearable things.

It was a thick snake tail, blue-gray, with hard scales. It protruded from Yunniang’s body. The earthworms twisted and swept back and forth. The root of the tail whip to the stone wall, whip a spark of sparks, and then toss it. When he reached the ground, he pulled out sticky traces from the dead grass, and scattered fire lights all around.

The snake, the main shock, the fire.

Li Shiyi let go of the talisman he was holding, and finally understood why the snake didn’t pay attention to their alarm. The place where the flame disappeared was stacked with something as dark as a silkworm chrysalis-it was molting.

Snakes are weakest when they shed their skins, and their aura is greatly reduced, so they have to attach to ghosts, so they have no time to take care of other things.

The tiny flames rushed into Li Shiyibo’s gleaming pupils, like hope that had grown unconsciously. If the snake chooses to shed its skin here, then this cave should be the place where it currently lives.

She exhaled a long breath, and when she looked back at Song Jiu looking at her with dazzling eyes, Li Shiyi shook his head, raised his hand and pointed out to signal her to retreat.

The two of them left the cave carefully and walked for half a mile before they dared to let out the footsteps. Seeing Li Shixi’s forehead with fine and dense sweat, Song Jiu quickly took out the silk and asked her to wipe it off. He grabbed his sleeve and wiped it at random, and asked her, “Didn’t you look for a snake? Why did you leave?”

Li Shiyi shook his head and explained to her: “What I’m looking for is the white scorpion idol that is hard to find in the world. The white scorpion and the snake coexist and counteract each other. The snake usually hides around the white scorpion idol, so I found it. whereabouts.”

“Oh,” Song Nineteen nodded obediently, adding a word before hesitating, “I thought you were going to kill it.”

Li Shiyi was already advancing, but he paused when he heard the words, looking at her in disbelief, “Me, kill the snake?”

Nuwa, a mythical beast. She snorted meaningfully and shook her head over her: “You really look down on me.”

“What does it have to do with being despised and despised?” Song Nineteen-three jumped up in two steps, his voice as light as his stride, “You want to kill, I’ll just do it.”

Li Shiyi glanced at her serious profile, and raised the corner of her mouth involuntarily.

“I have a lot of patience, isn’t it?” She was looking back at her feet. She didn’t want to speak any more, but she was amused.

“It’s not very big either.” Song Jiu was modest.

About to show off his skills with Li Shiyi, suddenly his eyes rolled: “What is this?”

What I can see is a dilapidated courtyard. I can vaguely recognize the appearance of the former temple. In the courtyard with two walls short, there is a broken golden Buddha. Under the pitted **** mark, weeds passed through the Buddha’s hand with a smile, showing a slight sense of desolation.

Li Shiyi was very impressed, and looked at Song Shiji at each other.

The temple is very small, with no more than two front and rear rooms. The first room has only a few glaring kings, who have been short of incense for a long time, and the altar table lacks arms and legs. Even the futon was picked up. Song XIX looked carefully one by one, squatting down and not letting it go in the cracks. After looking at it for a while, he asked Li Shiyi: “What is the shape of the Baiyu God?”

Li Shiyi retracted his hand from the confession table, and brushed the dust off his fingers: “The appearance of the white scorpion is rarely recorded, and it is not common, but it is the same as the snake body.”

Song Nineteen “hmm” signaled to understand, and slid his skirt back and ran back.

Li Shiyi watched her dexterous movements, feeling a little apprehensive, stepped forward to follow her three or two steps, and almost tripped over the threshold. She stood still while leaning on the door frame, raising her eyes to look at Song Jiu’s back.

She tilted her head and stood in the middle of the second room, still holding the skirt with one hand and not putting it down, and leaning out with the other hand, with a trembling of seeking fruit. The curly hair bounced happily on the back, and then quickly flicked, the girl’s flowery smile bloomed at midnight, and she excitedly said: “Eleven! Is this this?”

Li Shiyi’s pupils expanded rapidly, his breathing stopped for an instant, and his brain made a loud noise, as if he had been knocked down vertically along the sky with a hammer.

She watched Song Jiu pick up the statue of the snake body and knock it a few times, watched the crude altar creaking, watched the dust on the ground rising rapidly, and the cobwebs on all sides were torn off by the wind, and the spider anxiously Go in along the cracks in the ground, avoiding a sudden gust of wind and rain.

The door panel bounced open and was crackled by the wind. Song nineteen missed the idol and fell, Li Shiyi stretched out his hand to pull her, but saw the idol roll several times on the ground, the broken snake tail bounced up, and there was a loud crash of collapse.

The flying black prayer flags, the shattered withered beams, the pale and helpless Song XIX, and a wisp of black and angry spirit born from the statue of God.

The soul condensed into the shape of a snake’s tail, lashed fiercely in the heart of Song Jiu’s eyebrows, turned a nauseous roar, and then disappeared very quickly.

Everything was too fast, and Li Shiyi hadn’t had time to spit out the words in his mouth–that was not the white scorpion statue, it was the altar of the snake.

With fiery eyebrows, Song Jiu was stunned with the palm of her hand, her mind turned upside down, and even the whites of her eyes couldn’t be touched. She tried her best to calm her mind, and wanted to look back for Li Shiyi, but suddenly felt that her wrists were tight and the world was spinning. Crash into a strange and familiar embrace.

Li Shiyi pushed her to the ground, covered the back of her head with one hand, and supported her shoulder with the other. Before Song Jiu had a chance to raise his eyes, his cold lips covered the corners of Song Jiu’s mouth.

She began to kiss her eagerly and hurriedly, even too late to taste the sweetness of the girl’s mouth fat. She just sucked on her lower lip, put the tip of her soft tongue in the messy breathing, and seduce her strongly and tentatively.

Song Jiu’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t bear the weight of his eyelids. Her heart seemed to be trampled by thousands of horses. The rumbling noise made her ears hurt. She seemed to be back when she was a child. Everything was under the control of the woman in front of her. , She firmly held the palm of her back neck, pinched the fingers of her shoulder, and her lips with a cool fragrance that drew people’s imagination, but had never been touched before.

Her lips are sometimes indifferent, sometimes slightly curled, and rarely show her beautiful teeth, and she avoids even smiling.

But now she is kissing her, she is giving, she is giving, she is accepting.

Song Nineteen raised her hand to embrace her, and ended the kiss when the flower garden was soaked in her heart. Her face was so blushing that she even wanted to cover her hands to insulate the heat, and her eyelashes were a little wet, as if they were sweet. dew.

Her eyes trembled three times before raising her eyes to look at Li Shiyi. She looked at her, her lips were fresh and beautiful, and her nose fluttered so small, but her eyes were suppressed and trembling. Fear and panic, she looked at Song Jiu, who was like a flower, swallowed softly, and bent her hand to pinch the trembling finger roots.

She seriously and desperately said to Song Jiu: “Remember, if there is a need, find me.”

This is the first time Li Shiyi has made a promise that cannot be achieved. If she is really hit, she will be unable to do anything with the essence of the opposite sex. But even so, she still wants to give it a try. If she wants to suppress the possible desires and degeneration of the people in front of her, she can give her everything about herself, or satisfy her in any way, just for a little chance not to repeat the same mistakes. .

She hugged Song Jiu and lowered her eyes to isolate the suspicious moisture inside.

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