Chapter 051
I don’t know how I left the Lu family. My mind was in a daze and I didn’t even know where I was along the way.
In my heart I still couldn't believe my current condition. I touched my body and could still feel some texture, which was no different from usual.
But I just didn't want to believe this fact. After so many things happened, I was haunted by ghosts, possessed by residual souls, and even buried alive by my mother, but I survived. But just in such a scene that seemed completely different from the previous situation, I died!
When I walk on the street, no one can even see me. When those people pass through my body, they will involuntarily shrink their necks, just like when I was penetrated by those ghosts!
I walked forward aimlessly, not knowing where to go. Legend has it that after death, the Black and White Impermanence will come to take you to the underworld, but I am just one person, and there is not even a person who can hear me.
I thought of Tintin, and wondered if he had the same feeling when he died: no matter how big the world is, there is no place for him . No matter how many people there are in the world, it feels like they have nothing to do with him.
Thinking of Tintin, I suddenly wanted to go back to the old house. Maybe everyone is a ghost now. Although I don’t know if he is still lingering there, I can’t say for sure whether I can see him.
This thought was strange, because I didn't see any trace of Tintin when I went back before, whether it was a corpse or his soul, I didn't see it. But maybe it was because I couldn't stand the stimulation of my death for a while, I always felt that it was the only place I could think of, and the only place I could still hold hope.
I don't know how long I walked. I always felt my feet were weak and I had no strength. By the time I saw the old house, it was almost dark.
This old street was usually very deserted, and now there were even fewer people. There was only one street lamp for a long time, and there were long stretches of darkness in between. Occasionally, you could hear a dog barking, which was a bit scary in the dark night.
But then I changed my mind and decided that now it should be my turn to scare others. I’m already in this state, what else is there to be afraid of?
I walked towards the old house, but after a while, I suddenly found something wrong. I looked carefully and saw that there was a light on in the old house. Although the light was very dim, it was undoubtedly coming from the house!
My heart tightened, wondering why there was someone at home?
But then I thought again, and my mind automatically filtered out a lot of people. I subconsciously thought that it might be Ding Ding. It was like deceiving myself, thinking that he might be waiting there, waiting for us to find him.
I walked quickly towards home, feeling a sense of anticipation in my heart, as if I had finally found a place to call home after wandering for a long time!
But when I came to the door and wanted to pass through the wall and run towards the door, I was bumped and it hurt.
I covered my nose in pain and felt like all I saw were stars. I squatted in front of the door to relax for a while. Only then did I realize that ghosts also feel pain. I had always been curious about this question when I heard the screams of Fa Gui and Xie Ning. Now I have no doubt about it.
I slowly stood up and reached out to touch the wall, and found that the wall was hard and did not allow me to pass through like other things. I didn't understand why this was happening, but I felt that it might have something to do with my mother. I wondered if she had installed some anti-ghost equipment at home when she was alive.
I could only push the door open, but as soon as it opened, I regretted it immediately before I even had time to take a look inside the room.
Before I even stepped into the house, I saw the human-faced tree in the yard!
Almost at the moment I opened the door, the human-faced tree roared. I saw its branches growing wildly and the entire trunk twisting . Countless human faces suddenly emerged from the branches, roaring in a twisted and hideous manner!
This scene was a hundred times more horrifying than the last time I watched it with Tintin. And I was basically unaffected last time, but the situation now was completely different, the branches grew wildly for a distance, like a whip, and rolled towards me standing at the door!
The momentum was so overwhelming that it felt like an army could not stop it! I was so stunned that I even forgot to run away!
The branch seemed to have its own consciousness, and it hit my chest with a snap. I was in so much pain that I remembered that Tintin had said that the human-faced tree was a soul-sucking creature, but I had stupidly forgotten about it!
Countless branches came towards me one after another, like a net, covering me. I could even clearly see the faces of the people on the branches. Each one had a strange and creepy smile on their face, and they looked at me as if they saw food that could nourish them!
I didn't even have time to dodge before I was immediately caught by the branches. The faces on the branches opened their mouths and started biting my flesh again and again. I was sweating profusely in pain and stretched out my hands to hit those faces, but after this punch, even I felt the pain in my hands!
Those faces were no longer soft and fleshless like before. Now they felt like corpses, a little stiff. No matter how hard I tried, they just wouldn't let go! It was as if they wanted to swallow me alive.
I screamed in pain and my whole body was lifted up by the branch and moved towards the trunk little by little.
Suddenly I saw a crack in the middle of the tree trunk, and it was pitch black inside. I couldn't see anything clearly, but it felt to me like there was another bigger mouth, and the messy branches around it were its teeth, waiting there to eat me up like food!
I struggled anxiously, but the human-faced tree was incredibly strong and I was no match for it at all. The same was true for the human faces on the branches. They were extremely excited and bit me so hard that my flesh almost fell off.
I looked into the room and found someone lighting a candle, but I couldn't see who was in the room. In desperation, I could only shout at him, hoping that he would come out to help me!
But no matter how miserably I screamed, the man seemed unable to hear my voice. I felt that my life was over. Not only did I die in such an unclear manner, but I would also become a ghost and be used as food by the human-faced tree. I didn't know if after being swallowed, I would also become a face on the branch. Apart from wailing every day, I could only wait for ghosts to come to my door and then eat me bite by bite.
Although I have never eaten a ghost, I believe it must taste bad. Even if it disappears completely, I would rather die than become a puppet of this tree!
My hands and feet were now tied up by vines, and my body was constantly being bitten. I became ruthless and didn't care about anything else. I opened my mouth and bit the nearest tree trunk. There was a rotten and cold taste in my mouth, which almost made me vomit, but I could only force myself to hold it back and wanted to bite off the branch!
But my struggle was in vain, because I had no time at all. Just as a little sawdust fell, I was sent to the crack in the tree trunk, dragged by the branch and forced inside!
At this time, I was almost in despair. I didn't know if there was any way for ghosts to scatter themselves so that I could disappear without being attached to this human-faced tree. But even if I knew, it would be too late!
I closed my eyes, hoping that it wouldn't hurt so much when I was eaten by the tree, but at this moment, I suddenly heard a shout coming from the house.
I am very familiar with this voice. I must have heard it not long ago. It’s my uncle!
My will to survive was revived and I shouted into the house asking my uncle to come and help me.
He opened the door, poked his head out of the room, and looked at the human-faced tree in confusion.
I kept waving at him and shouting, but my uncle looked very cautious, even though that expression on his fat face looked very funny.
He did not rush out of the house immediately, but turned his eyes and looked around the yard. Seeing that there was no other situation, he pushed the door and walked out. He came under the human-faced tree and watched the strange movements of the tree.
He and I were only one meter apart. I was hanging upside down in front of him. I stretched out my hand to pull him, but I was just a little bit short of reaching him. I remember I could only continue to shout at him for help!
But my uncle's reaction was very strange. He didn't even look at me, but just walked around the tree, as if he was thinking about something. After just a few seconds, he suddenly cursed, saying, "You crazy tree, there are no ghosts nearby, why are you making a fuss in the middle of the night!"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his foot towards the root of the tree, and I looked under the ground and saw several red lines lifted up by his foot. These were what Tintin had left behind.
My uncle took out a lighter and pointed it at the red line. The thread ends immediately caught fire and formed a square shape.
The human-faced tree had previously looked ferocious, but when the fire started, it whimpered and its wildly growing branches shrank back, and even the human face on it shrank back into the tree.
The restraints on my body suddenly loosened, and I fell directly from the air and hit the ground. It was painful, but I finally felt relieved in my heart. At least my little soul was saved.
I slowly got up from the ground and looked at my body that was bitten by those people. Fortunately, there were signs of recovery, which made me very relieved.
I turned around and said hello to my uncle, but he ignored me, settled down on the tree, and walked straight into the house. I was afraid that he would go crazy again if he left the tree, so I hurried to catch up with him and reached out to pull him, but who knew that I actually passed through him.
I saw my uncle shudder and suddenly became alert. He turned around and shouted, "Who's here?"
When I heard this, I felt something was very wrong, and wondered if he couldn't see me at all. But my uncle is clearly someone who can control ghosts, so this shouldn't be possible.
I stretched out my hand tentatively and waved it in front of his eyes, and even risked trying to poke his eyes, but my uncle didn't react at all, as if he really couldn't see me.
I don’t know whether to be happy or sad, I can’t understand the current situation at all…
