Chapter 76
I couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Each of these green snake scales was as wide as a thumbnail, and felt hard and cold, as if a layer of ice was attached to Ding Ding's body. I fiddled with it for a while, then took my hand back. Although the color was indeed beautiful, it felt so weird on a human body.
Ding Ding told me that it was bitten by the green snake of the Snake Bone Lady and was poisoned immediately. Later, it was dragged from the ghost fire by the red snake. It thought it was doomed, but it ran back to save Lin Tian and me. It was a rare opportunity in its life to be a good person, but it ended up losing its life.
I sighed, fortunately it was over without any harm.
Tintin also said that he was in despair at that time. Things happened too suddenly. He had never seen such a scene before and he was always scared.
His body seemed to be petrified, and he could only be dragged by two snakes, and he couldn't even move his fingers. The Snake Bone Lady is a ghost that guards tombs. Although it is very rare, it is also notorious.
Ding Ding fell into his hands and had no hope of surviving.
He was curled up by two snakes, and felt that his bones were about to be crushed by them. But at that moment, the two snakes suddenly stopped, and Ding Ding saw a group of ghosts walking towards him, led by a woman. After hearing what he said, I thought that this person should be my mother. And these should be what happened after I fell into a coma.
Ding Ding was very frightened at first. He saw me being carried by a group of ghosts and couldn't tell whether I was alive or dead. He was so scared that he didn't dare to speak. He just looked at my mother. But when my mother opened her mouth, Ding Ding was stunned.
The first thing my mother said was, don’t be afraid, I know you are her son!
My surprise now should be much less than Ding Ding's at that time, after all, I already knew that Mrs. Jiu and my mother had contacts in the past. So even if I knew about the relationship between Ding Ding and Mrs. Jiu, it would not be a strange thing.
Tintin's tone of voice was originally very mysterious, just wanting me to feel deeply attracted by his story. As soon as he saw that my reaction was very cold, he immediately complained, saying, "Why am I like that?" I said that when it comes to the key points, I should cooperate and make appropriate expressions, which is the basic quality of being a listener.
The hanged ghost and I rolled our eyes at him at the same time, pretending we didn't hear anything. I thought for a while and was about to tell him about the photo Lin Tian gave me, but Ding Ding waved his hand, signaling me not to interrupt his story. I had no choice but to swallow the words in my mouth and listen to him finish his story.
Tintin hadn't reacted yet. He wanted to speak, but no sound came out. He just stared stupidly at the ghosts in front of him.
Then, my mother shouted at the Snake Bone Lady, and the old woman laughed weirdly, raised her hands, and the two giant snakes that were wrapped around Ding Ding retreated and returned to her body.
Tintin saw this and thought the old woman was extremely disgusting. The place on his shoulder where he was bitten was burning with pain and even showed signs of ulceration. He was angry but too weak to curse.
Ding Ding looked at my mother, and he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he had seen her before, but he couldn't remember where. He just recalled what my mother had just said, trying to find some clues from it, even if it would save his life.
He only saw my mother come up and stand next to him, with a ghost figure following behind her, and then handed over a three-eyed crow.
I asked him what the hell this thing was. Tintin said it was a messenger crow, a tool used to communicate with ghosts.
My mother took the crow, took a note out of its mouth, handed it to Tintin, and said, "This is the message your mother gave me. You can read the details yourself."
Ding Ding didn't move, but he wanted to move but couldn't. My mother laughed, then she reacted and hurriedly greeted the snake bone lady. The old woman kept laughing strangely, making it hard to figure out what she was thinking. She came to Ding Ding and suddenly pinched the green snake in her hand, stretched out a finger, and scratched the snake's skin with her sharp nails. A stream of black snake blood immediately flowed out from the wound and dripped into Ding Ding's mouth bit by bit.
Ding Ding said that he never wanted to recall that taste again in his life.
I thought to myself, what's that? I've even drunk the urine of a little devil! But I can't say that out loud anymore...
After drinking the snake blood, Ding Ding's body finally regained some consciousness and was able to move. However, he felt an itch on his shoulder. It was as if countless ants were scratching the festering area, which made him feel very uncomfortable. However, facing so many ghosts, he could not show it. He could only endure the pain and took the letter from Mrs. Jiu and took a look at it.
Ding Ding smiled and asked me, "Guess what is written on it?"
I slapped him and asked him how I would know. He said, "Stop talking nonsense and tell me now."
Ding Ding seemed very satisfied with the effect and laughed again. The content on it was very short, just one sentence. I forgot the exact words, but the general meaning was that I had touched the blood amber and was doomed to die. My mother had no choice but to ask your mother for help. And after reading this, I remembered that I had actually met your mother a long time ago. She had come to my house, but not many times, so I forgot.
I remained silent. According to what Ding Ding said, if my mother had been to Mrs. Jiu's house after Ding Ding was born, it means that Mrs. Jiu actually kept in touch with Lin Tian's mother and had some private interactions with my mother. But I don't understand. Even if you don't interact much, you are still acquaintances. Is it necessary for Mrs. Jiu to treat me so badly? And she didn't say it properly, but had to hide it and complicate a matter that could be explained in a few words.
Ding Ding didn't notice the change in my expression, and still smiled and said, "Tan Xi, you don't know, but actually my mother learned all her skills from your mother. Although I didn't know that person was your mother at the time, but now I think about it, your mother is really amazing."
I said "Oh" coldly. I was still dissatisfied with Mrs. Jiu in my heart, but I didn't show it. I just asked Ding Ding, "I saw a person whose blood was sucked dry by amber, and he soon turned into a zombie. How come you are still alive now?"
Ding Ding stared with his big eyes and said that this was a later story.
When Ding Ding read the note and remembered my mother's identity, he was very surprised, because he had never thought that this woman in front of him, who seemed like a mist, had so many relationships with his family. He had never associated this person's identity with my mother.
Tintin struggled to get up from the ground. In front of these hundreds of ghosts, he felt like an idiot, as if everyone else knew what had happened and he was the only one who was kept in the dark.
I understand this feeling very well, and I even feel that I feel it much stronger than Ding Ding. It was okay at the beginning, but as more and more things happened afterwards, even some unexpected people, such as Lin Tian’s parents, were involved. Just because I thought I was too familiar with them, and now I discovered their other side, I was shocked, and even thought that I had been deceived by everyone.
I still don’t know what happened between the previous generation, but I hope Tintin can give me an answer.
But Ding Ding said that he actually didn't know anything. Even though Mrs. Jiu loved him so much, she never mentioned these things.
My mother took Ding Ding into the old house. He didn't understand why the human-faced tree had lost its effect, but when he went in again, he found that the formation he had set up to suppress the human-faced tree was completely different from what he saw in front of him.
It was as if my mother had already prepared for all of this, even taking the situation of the human-faced tree into account.
All Tintin saw was that the copper coins and red ropes pressed around the human-faced tree were much more than what he had made. Every four of them were connected to form a square. From the inside to the outside, there were a total of nine of them, each one bigger than the other , just like Russian nesting dolls, one ring inside another. And what was burning on them was not the flame of the lighter that Tintin had used before, but the green ghost fire he had seen in the unfinished building.
I was wondering why Ding Ding seemed to have become more powerful, and it turns out there are these reasons. I don't know if he learned it secretly or if my mother taught him.
Ding Ding said that he saw me being placed in the coffin with his own eyes. He could do nothing but watch from the side. And after reading the note, he realized that he had accidentally touched the blood amber and would die. So he was very anxious and just wanted to see if my mother could help him.
I am very curious about this part. I remember what Tintin said in the construction building, that he had died once. I guess it is a situation of resurrection from the dead. But I think this is too magical. If my mother can really bring the dead back to life, she would not die.
Unexpectedly, Tintin looked at me and said, the person who came back to life was not me, but you!
I was stunned for a moment and said I was not dead.
Tintin said with certainty, "You died, but not completely! Even after you were buried alive, I saw you appear on the road to the underworld. If you had been a few seconds longer, you would not have survived. So this can also be considered a resurrection from the dead."
I remember what my mother said at the funeral. She told me that from today on, you are dead.
Now it seems that I was indeed dead for a while when I was suffocating in the coffin, but I was rescued in time and barely brought back to life.
I asked him puzzledly, were you the one who pulled me out of the coffin?
Ding Ding shrugged and said, "I don't know who it is. I'm busy myself, so how can I have time to care about you?"
I thought so too. He couldn't care about me in that situation. But I felt even more confused. I had ruled out almost everyone. Now there was an option of Ding Ding, but it turned out that he was not the one either. So ?
